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jealousy jealousy!

when hes just a little (very) jealous of someone else

bllk boys (nagi, rin, reo) x reader: insecurities, fluff!!!!!!!, established r/s except for rin (but you two get into one by the end!), nagis part was deleted and rewritten TT, not proof read + likes n reblog r appreciated <3

nagi seishiro:

“eh… you cleared this level already…? i thought you were struggling with it..?” nagi’s voice muffled against the pile of blankets his face was smushed in, looking up at you confusedly from your phone, displaying the game level cleared.

its not that he doesnt believe you cleared it all by yourself, if anything youre pretty good at this game despite only playing it for him. its simply because you were complaining on call with him about it, and all of the sudden youve finished it? he doesnt quite believe it, hes gone through that level too and he knows its pretty challenging, taking a little more energy than it really should have even for nagi himself.

“ah.. my seatmate cleared it for me this morning when he saw me playing it!” its strange: your bright voice always wakes him up a little, bringing light into his otherwise dull and boring life. yet this time, he feels his heart pang a little.

its troublesome. he doesnt like feeling this way: his heart tightens at your words, he unconsciously grips your phone a little, only realising when the screen protector cuts him a little, and he feels as though hes getting all fired up strangely the same way he gets on the field. if anything, nagi doesnt even know who this mysterious seat partner is, and he sure doesnt want to know: its troublesome to socialise with others after all. and yet, if there’s anything he’s now set on doing as though his life depends on it, as though your relationship with him depends on it, as though his ego depends completely on this: he wants to confront this guy and challenge him in an actual game competition. he knows he’ll win, he has spent his entire life in bed playing mobile game or spending late hours of the night on grinding back to immortal on different variety of games from valorant to league of legends to overwatch. he’s covered his grounds he thinks, that maybe all those time wasn’t wasted at all other than the fact that you weren’t with him during those time: lending him your lap to lie down on when he plays his switch or phone, lending him your support when you sit on his lap on his chair squirming to keep it a challenge to win and carry his team still, even more lending him your accounts when he plays with you, helping carry you in any game you want or even just building your islands together on animal crossing or minecraft on more chill days.

nagi doesn’t get it - really, its the same ego that drives him in football, not wanting to lose. his eyes flicker with sudden fire and intensity that only burns whenever he plays games with you: whether that be when you die in a pvp game and him immediately straightening his back to avenge you, earning aces for rounds straight until the screen flashes with victory, or when someone talks bad about you in the voice channel and is immediately reacted with nagi’s voice that defends your honour as if he’s your knight in shining armour, or even simply the way his hands click on the mouse quickly whenever he sees a zombie go near you in the dark cave whilst playing something as chill as minecraft. if anything, nagi think it might just apply to real life too: his hands tugging at yours as though on instinct in record speed when you trip on another branch to prevent you from falling, his glare at others whenever they bother you too much that is visible through the awkward smile you give and your hands finding its way to fiddle with his shirt.

and the same ego is clear to him now: he doesn’t want anyone else to be yours, he wants to be the only one to help you. selfish maybe, but he’ll deliver - the way he tracks your figure in the map from valorant to minecraft to even genshin, the way he fights to protect you from the enemies, his hands animatedly clicking at his mouse and the other navigating his keyboard all at the same time in order to garner the best and most successful result that he knows will get you to smile oh so brightly that makes his heart pound, or even the way he charges his old switch just to help you play animal crossing on his own account, maintaining your village and neglecting his all to make a cute little house for you inspired by your pinterest board even though it takes him all night.

and to you, its clear: he’s upset at what you’ve done with the way he deflates even more than he already is. and it clicks. a routine and cycle you’ve unintentionally broken - you complaining about a level or rank you can’t get out of, he’ll listen and ask you about it the next day when youre back at his house, and he’ll fix it just as he always down: an unspoken agreement really.

“sorry sei… i still can’t clear the next level.. help me seiiii…” and suddenly he’s back lying right on your pillowy thighs: the way his eyes that was just seconds ago filled with intensity that you think simply doesn’t fit his face closes with comfort as you massage his scalp again with his fingers, the way his face smushes against your thighs comfortably rather than the weird feeling of him hovering on your thigh as though he wanted to get up, the way his hands no longer grip your phone tightly and instead holds your hand, fitting it right in perfectly.

“kay… its not bothersome with you..” he says, a confession of love from himself. he’ll never find it annoying if its you: he thinks he would play the dinosaur game from having no internet for hours on end if you liked watching him play it, he thinks he’d fight against the same boss for even days straight if you said you needed the materials for it for your character, and he knows he will most definitely help you finish any level you can’t. and something he wont say, a quiet confession springs in his mind: he loves you and most definitely he loves to play for you. and based on you willingly passing him your phone, maybe, just maybe, he wont give in to his impulses and actually find that guy - only shooting daggers at him that sends a shiver down his spine when he waits outside your class for you to release after school.

rin itoshi:

its not the first time rin felt this pang in his chest: he felt it when his older brother kicks the ball to any other member of the football team to shoot for the goal, he felt it when his teammates seems to be able to shoot he ball even more accurately than he does, he felt it when his brother praised yoichi instead of him. he’s always regarded that feeling as something football related: he’s never felt too much emotions outside of his passion and hobbies either way - but lately, he thinks he feels it a lot whenever he’s with you. perhaps, the seed from before blue lock has started blooming: the day you boarded the bus with him to the facility that was hours away from yours and his house that made his cheeks stain with pink as he sits right beside you, eating the filling breakfast you made for him, beaming at him so brightly as you wave him goodbye that makes him hesitate for the first time in his life.

and right now, he doesn’t get it. its not like there’s a lack of chocolates at his desk, if anything its quite the opposite. there’s practically a mountain of chocolates of different variety that would surely fulfill his secret sweet tooth - from dark chocolate in a heart shape mold bought from a fancy shop, from milk chocolates in squares sprinkled with heart shaped sweet bits on top, or even strawberries dipped in white chocolate. and yet, if looks could kill, that guy who’s holding YOUR chocolate box would have died, guts spilled right on the classroom door like those cliche horror games he plays. rin doesn’t get it: its not as if youre close witht that guy,youre his seat partner for all the years you’ve spent together since kindergarten, and he’s sure that that guys no one special right? and its out of character when rin thinks harder about a nobody in his class: do you like band kids like that lame guy? (he did learn the guitar for fun when he was younger, should bring it out from under his bed again?) do you like guys who are a little better at math? (maybe he should study for this weeks math quiz he thinks) or do you like guys who have leadership roles? (he’ll ask to be captain of the football team, its obvious anyways, he’s the best in this dull football club in his school)

usually, when he feels this same pang in his chest, he ignores it, keep mum about it and just work harder instead until the glass shards leave his heart - and yet he can’t do that strangely despite the routine between you two staying: where you and him sit together at the back of the class, playing your phone at the back oops the class unbeknownst to the teacher, giggling and whispering about whatever, your feet kicking his occasionally from the lack of distance that makes his face a little pink. yet, here he is eyeing that last chocolate underneath your table, its unlike the others he noted - unlike the mini chocolate cup you passed to that guy who he wishes to punch simply because of the smug smirk that was plastered on his face, unlike the small chocolate bars you presented to the other girls in the class, and even more special definitely from the chocolate candies you sneak into both his and yours mouth during class. its heart-shaped, reminiscent of the other chocolate now angrily thrown into one plastic bag that he plans to eat whilst crying about this the second he reaches home, a ribbon tied messily clearly with much effort too, and even pasted mini heart papers.

and its not until recess when youre alone with rin in class as per routine, everyone leaving for lunch does he do something about it for the first time in his life about this nagging and tugging feeling that makes him feel like a little kid again. and it just might have been the universe way of telling the two of you how connected you two are: as you struggle to find the courage to give him the slightly burnt chocolate brownies inside the heart shaped box.

“i.. like you.” “f-for you rin..!”

its simultaneous, at the exact same time, where the clock struck 1:00pm.

the confession he’s kept all these years, since the first day he’s met you at kindergarten where you two practically were fixed at the hips ever since: seat partners since primary school all the way up until now where youre both now seventeen and about to go to university and him to become a professional football player soon. ten years - ten years of looking at you as if he’s so far away when youre with anyone but him as he feels the friendship bracelet around his wrist for reassurance, ten years of writing confession letters after confession letters and poetries only to rip them all apart, yelling into his pillow and kicking his feet like a maiden in love, ten years of looking at you pass chocolates every single time during valentines except to him. its unlike rin, he’s never been good at expressing himself, believing in action over words - the way he carries your files and extra bags after school, the way he always listens and remembers what you say and even buy things you’ve mentioned offhandedly with his own pocket money, the way he never hesitates to carry you back home even when his leg is all jelly from football practice that he doesn’t tell you.

and its the same for you. the valentine gift you’ve made for him all these years: spanning from chocolate chip cookies you’ve made, to macrons you bought for him from his favourite bakery, or even his favourite blueberry pie your mother bought you - and yet all left underneath the table, secretly placed back in your bag for you to eat it whilst crying about your cowardice. and you hate it: these ten years of watching him carry a plastic bag full of physical confessions without any interest, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth even when youre staying over and opening a pack of these chocolates when you’re hungry, these ten years of looking bitterly at the friendship bracelet that is nothing more than a bitter reminder of how you’ll never be more because of your own cowardice, these ten years of looking at rin accept everyone’s chocolates but yours.

and for the first time in years, rin thinks it’s just right - when he places his lips on yours, melting into this sweet kiss with the brownie in his mouth. and he thinks you might just taste sweeter than the brownie melting between the two of yours mouth.

reo mikage:

he doesn’t get this tight feeling wrapping like thorns around his heart - seeing you so close with a classmate, smiling as he seems to be teaching you something through the windows of your classroom. it’s clearly not the exhaustion from climbing all the way from his class at the first level to yours at the fourth with this being the millionth time hes done this like a instinct every time the bell rings, its not the way your hands seems to linger so close to his practically touching someone’s else hands that gets reo sweating cold beads of sweat down his neck, and its not jealousy at how someone else might just be better than him. realistically he knows, you’re probably just having difficulties in your academics, a normal human thing but he can’t help the bitter bile that rises to his mouth - he can teach you too evident from the library dates where he helps you go through your homework and teach you the same concepts like hes made for it and hes definitely better than that classmate right? hes smarter, he tops the class every single exam without fail with his name always plastered on the results sheet as number one, he’s much more charming he would like to believe with your smile always reaching your eyes that he adores, and he’s much more useful with the way he can teach you whilst helping you with other things like while buying you food on his phone, fixing your broken pens, or something. he swallows the bitter bile, walking into the practically empty class with just you and that.. classmate, scruntising his every detail in his mind all whilst putting on the charming facade hes too used to having on - one that you can tell by the furrowing of your eyebrows at him as he grabs a chair and slides it beside you as though looking at your homework.

“haven’t i taught you this before?” its petty, he knows, its quite literally a new chapter, one that he knows your class just started on. but he thinks it does the job when he sees your classmate suddenly feel uncomfortable - perhaps its the tone of his voice that underlies irritation clearly meant for him, perhaps its the subtle passive aggressive smile aimed at him, or perhaps its the intimidation of having reo mikage right next to you clearly upset with you. he doesn’t really enjoy the title placed on him, if anything sometimes he loathes the reputation that comes with his family name, with people looking at him as only that and never as reo - but just this time does he thank the stars for his luck.

“huh?” he can tell, youre confused, and he thinks youre just so oblivious or maybe hes just weirdly jealous of something so insignificant that even your brain can’t comprehend him at all. but he doesn’t mind it as he glanced sideways at your classmate - awkwardly and quickly packing his bag, leaving just you and reo sitting at your desk.

and its awkward silence, with him looking at your homework that he just received just an hour ago and hasn’t started on too, and you looking confused at him. its not unfamiliar to see reo in your class, its practically routine at this point, except he usually just stands outside until youre done with packing your bag, taking it right from your hands the second you step out of your class.

“so.. who was that?” he cant help the way his voice suddenly sounds so soft, as though its about to crack, as if hes about to cry. he tries to clear his throat to even it out, and even so, he definitely sounded a little too out of character - out of character for how he presents himself: nothing short of perfect. and he knows youve caught it, the cats out of the bag, when he sees the sides of your mouth tug up a little as you zip your bag.

“just a classmate reo really…” your voice a little teasing, looking at him knowingly, as his hands tug at your bag, slinging it around his right shoulder where it should belong. and he thinks its alright: the way you ruffle his hair that feels just so right that he leans in even closer and even bends down a little like a dog desperate for a pat, the way you beam at him that he knows is meant only for him that shifts the rest of your class to be nothing more than just a blur, the way your bag fits snugly on his shoulder as it was meant to be.

“yeah? it better be!~” he chirps, jealousy no longer gripping onto him like a chain tugging at his neck, reminiscent of the feeling he feels in his stuffy and restrictive home. and he knows it’ll be that way until the end of time: the way your hands tugs at his tightly as though you never want to let go either, the way you look at him as though he’s your entire world, the way you understand him even through a few words. soulmates, maybe, and perhaps he has no reasons to ever feel this bitter feeling that burns his throat.

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BLESSINGS YOU DON’T SEE COMING

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Pile One: Cards: Ace of Swords, Three of Swords, Four of Wands, The Hierophant, Four of Cups

Hi love, we need to talk. Your heart has been broken, and you’ve entered a “self-love” era. I feel like self-love was more about preservation. You didn’t fully master the breakup energy—you went back into your cocoon to regenerate. But now, it’s time to come out.

You’ve put your heart aside for a moment, and I need to tell you that a wish you made upon the stars is being refined. You can carefully pick up that glass box you placed your heart in and believe in love again. Your wish has been in the stars, getting sculpted and forged to make it something powerful.

You’re going to meet someone who’s really influential. People tend to like this person and put them on a pedestal, but you don’t, and they like it. A lot of people go to them for advice and help, but you won’t. This person lives in a lot of people’s hearts, but yours is double-locked, sealed, and impossible to access. You’ll catch them staring at you a lot. They’re trying to figure you out, and it drives them mad. You know how it goes—when you can’t understand something, you become obsessed trying to. This is giving me strong Scorpio vibes.

This person lights a fire in you, a passion you can’t explain. A funny story is unfolding, and you’ll look back on it with a lot of gratitude. I applaud you for healing; I know how hard it can get. Good luck, love!

(Lenormand Cards drawn: The Star, The Fox, The Coffin)

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Pile Two: Cards: Five of Wands, Three of Swords, Knight of Swords, Queen of Wands, Two of Pentacles

You had a hard time ending this situation. OMFG, you kept replaying it in your head. I think you’ve stopped talking about it to your friends because you knew it was getting too much. There’s no shame in talking about how you feel—it helps soothe the pain. That burning sensation in your chest? It’s going away.

You are going back to yourself, Pile Two, emerging as the Queen of Wands. Now, it’s time to learn how to balance your power. I don’t need to tell you that you have tremendous potential—it was always a given. You will find your footing soon. You are ascending to heights that have been waiting for your arrival. Find joy in the journey.

A lot of your desires are manifesting physically. Your words have a lot of power at the moment and hold heavy weight. The world is your oyster. Good karma is coming back to you, and opportunities are knocking at your door. Pile Two, life will feel like a warm blanket for a while—get comfortable.

(Lenormand Cards drawn: The Mountain, The Whip, The Stork, The Sun)

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Pile Three: Cards: Temperance, The Magician, Queen of Swords, Six of Swords, The Empress, The Moon, Seven of Cups, King of Swords

Yes, you are right. Yes, they are in love with you. Yes, they messed up, and they know it. Pile Three, this whole reading screams love. Someone you’ve known for a long time is realizing they want to lock it down. I feel like this is the kind of love you read about—the kind that feels pure, that makes you feel young at heart. It’s true, sincere love, one that makes you feel like you’re the only one who has the key to a magical world.

I feel like you’ve tried to make things work for a while, handling more than your share. And then it finally clicked: all that power and energy was misused and channeled into the wrong things. You stood up for yourself and set strong boundaries. You were fair because that’s just who you are, but you were dedicated to not letting yourself down. You left, you traveled, you lived, you grew, you blossomed beautifully.

And now, this love that has been calling out to you in the night, whispering your name in the wind, is here. You have so many options—just know that. That person who wasn’t ready for you? They want to be a husband now—devoted and looking for you. The choice is yours. You are a wise person and will find success no matter the outcome. But remember, the right people for you also fuel your cup.

(Lenormand Cards drawn: The Child, The Ring, The Heart, The Book)

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My Other Half

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader and their teen!daugther

request:Am I bugging out or did Cara have a half sister? If so do you think you could write something about them being reunited and how Natasha and R would view this?

Note: this is going to have to be two parts because that's all i got.

w/c: 2.9k

Cara sat cross-legged on her bed, the soft hum of her laptop providing a comforting backdrop as she edited her latest video. Her YouTube channel had gained a decent following, and she enjoyed sharing her life with her audience, but sometimes the influx of notifications left her feeling overwhelmed. Tonight was no different. The chime rang out again and again, interrupting her flow.

She let out a sigh and pulled her headphones down to rest around her neck. It was her own fault, she knew, that her notifications were still on. It's then she decided to take a break and check her Instagram notifications. Her account had been buzzing with comments and messages from fans, and she hoped that scrolling through them would be a nice distraction. Cara opened the app and began to sift through the usual fan messages and occasional sponsorship offers. A message in her inbox caught her eye, and her breath caught in her throat.

The message read: @jennajoy "Hi Cara, it's Jenna. I hope this isn't too weird, but I found your YouTube channel and saw your videos about your life and your family. I’m Jenna—your little sister. I know this might be a shock, but I wanted to reach out. Maybe we can talk?"

Cara's eyes widened as she processed the words. Shock and disbelief flooded her senses. She read the message again, her heart racing with hope and trepidation. The room seemed to spin slightly as her thoughts raced. The possibility that this could be a joke was high; she was no stranger to internet trolls. But as she clicked on the girl’s profile, she was met with images that felt strangely familiar.

Jenna’s profile picture showed a girl with a bright, open smile that mirrored Cara’s own features. Jenna had inherited their shared diamond shaped face and expressive eyes, though her hair was a shade lighter, a sandy blonde that caught the light in a way Cara remembered from her own childhood. There was a warmth in Jenna’s eyes that seemed to speak of a genuine, kind spirit.

Cara scrolled through Jenna’s feed, finding a series of simple, heartfelt posts. The first few pictures were of Jenna with a golden retriever, the dog’s fluffy coat complementing Jenna’s light brown hair. In one photo, Jenna was kneeling beside the dog, her laugh captured mid-air, radiating joy and innocence.

Another set of photos showed Jenna at a lake house, her sun-kissed skin glowing against the backdrop of a serene, blue lake. She appeared to be having fun, surrounded by what looked like her dad and a woman who might be her stepmom. They all shared a family resemblance, though the stepmom’s features were distinct, marking a clear, blended family dynamic.

Cara read through the captions, each one giving a glimpse into Jenna’s life. One read, “Had the best weekend at the lake with Dad and Mom! Can’t wait to go back soon!” Another photo showed Jenna sitting with the golden retriever, captioned, “My best friend and I, always up for adventures!”

The familiarity of Jenna’s features and the personal nature of her posts tugged at Cara’s heartstrings. She felt a lump in her throat as she digested the captions, each one a small window into a life that felt both distant and intimately connected to her own. The possibility that this was indeed her sister seemed more real with every swipe. She sat there for a moment, contemplating the message. Her fingers hovered over the screen as she fought to steady her breathing. After a deep breath, she slowly began to type a response, her mind a whirl of emotions.

@ iamcara Hi Jenna, thank you for reaching out. This is a big surprise. I am glad to know you and have some family. Do you want to chat on Facetime?

Cara sent the message and held her breath. It was a long shot, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The reply was instant. Jenna agreed to a call.

Cara’s heart pounded in her chest as she stared at her phone, her breath caught somewhere between hope and anxiety.

"She agreed," Cara thought.

She quickly tossed her phone onto her bed, rushing to her mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, wide-eyed and flushed.

Without thinking, she started to adjust her hair, smoothing the unruly curls that framed her face. She tied it up, then let it fall back down, unsure of which look felt more right. This wasn’t just any video call—it was her sister. Her sister. She glanced down at her clothes, then opted to throw on her favorite hoodie, something that made her feel like herself but still presentable. She bit her lip, wondering if she was overthinking it.

"Okay, just be cool. Be yourself," She thought, pacing her room as she waited for the call to connect.

Jenna’s face popped up on the screen, her wide smile lighting up the room from wherever she was calling. Cara’s breath caught in her throat as she saw those familiar eyes, the same shape and shade as her own. Jenna looked just as nervous as she felt.

“Hi! Wow, this is crazy,” Jenna said with an excited laugh. “I can’t believe we’re talking.”

“I know, right?” Cara smiled, her nerves easing a bit. “I wasn’t sure if… I mean, I didn’t even know if you’d remember me.”

“How could I forget? I’ve wanted to reach out for so long. I’ve been watching your YouTube for a while… it felt like you were always just right there.”

“Same for me. I used to wonder where you were all the time.”

There was a moment of silence as they both took it in.

Finally, Jenna broke the silence.

"I have so many questions,” she admitted. “What’s your life like now? I mean, everything you show in your videos seems so fun. And… do you still remember Mom?”

Cara’s heart tugged at that last question. Her eyes softened, and she gave Jenna a knowing smile.

“Yeah, I do. It’s kind of blurry in places, but I remember her.” She paused. “It was really hard when we were separated, but my life now? It’s good. Natasha and y/n are amazing. They adopted me officially when I was 11, but I’ve been with them since I was 9. It feels like home.”

Jenna smiled at hearing that, her excitement palpable.

“I’m so glad! I mean, I’m with Dad and my stepmom, and they’re great too. But I always wondered what happened to you, where you ended up.”

“I wondered about you, too.” She laughed, realizing how similar they sounded. “I have questions too. Like… what’s your favorite thing to do? And your dog—what’s their name? They’re super cute, by the way.”

Jenna smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's Zoomie."

"Zoomie," Cara echoed, giggling. "I like it."

"Are you still in New York?" Jenna asked.

"No, actually we moved to Ohio. My family and I," Cara tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You have brothers and sisters right?"

"I do, two brothers and two sisters," Cara nodded. "Also, my cousin lives with us. My grandparents too."

"Wow, that's a lot of people. Do you like living with so many people? I feel like I have so much privacy when it's just me and my parents."

"Well, it is a lot, but it's also pretty great," Cara explained. "So you don't have siblings?"

"Nah, I think my parents are good with just me," Jenna shrugged.

"Yeah. You seem really happy."

"I am," Jenna's smile was infectious. "It's nice talking to someone who knows what it's like."

"You mean, having a family who kept you?" Cara clarified.

"Yeah. Dad and Greer are great, but they can't really understand. I mean, they try, but..."

"Yeah, I get it." Cara nodded.

Jenna shifted slightly, her curiosity returning. "How old are you now? You’re like eighteen months older than me, right?"

"Yeah, I am fifteen," Cara confirmed. "Sixteen in a couple of months."

"Crazy," Jenna said, a slight laugh in her voice. "I’m fourteen now. It’s weird, right? I mean, we’re so close in age but lived totally different lives."

Cara nodded. "Yeah, but it kind of feels like we’re picking up where we left off." Cara leaned back against her pillows. "I don't want to hang up. It's like I want to know so much about you. The last time I saw you, you would cling to me all the time. With your little pigtails and pacifier. You had that thing until you were three."

Jenna laughed. "Yeah, well, you had a blankie. That's what Mom called it."

"I did!" Cara's eyes lit up. Jenna seemed to have good memories.

"Do you still have it?"

"No, I lost that thing a long time ago," Cara said. "What about your stuffed elephant? I remember that was your favorite."

Jenna's smile faltered a bit. "Um, I lost that. I actually didn't see it again after we left you."

Cara felt a twinge of sadness for her sister.

"Do you... remember more about her?" Jenna asked quietly. "Mom?"

"Yeah. Sometimes, when I was little, I would dream about her." Cara swallowed. "I'd like to think she's out there living a good life."

"Yeah, me too," Jenna nodded, her expression serious.

"Can I tell you something?" Cara whispered, her heart hammering in her chest.

"Of course."

"When we were separated... I thought you were gone forever," Cara said quietly. "I mean, we were sisters and they separated us."

"I know." Jenna's voice was barely audible. "I thought the same thing. I'd ask Dad and Grandma about you. They could never truly give answers. Dad always said he was working to get everything in order to be able to take you too but by the time he was able to find contacts you had been adopted."

"I always wished we had been together," Cara admitted. "I know that's stupid, but we were all each other had."

"No, I get it," Jenna said.

"You seem like a cool kid, Jenna."

"So do you." Jenna smiled, her eyes softening.

"Well, I should let you go." Cara looked away from the screen.

"Yeah, my dad will be coming to check on me soon," Jenna said, the sound of voices in the background. "Can we make this a weekly thing or something?"

"Yes! I'd like that a lot." Cara beamed.

"Awesome, me too." 

They’d exchanged more information about each other before hanging up. 

Cara sat in the quiet of her room after the call ended, staring at her phone, her thumb still hovering over the “end call” button even though the screen had long since gone dark. The reality of what just happened began to sink in. Jenna—her little sister—was real, alive, and out there, living a life she had never known. The conversation replayed in her mind, their easy connection surprising her as if they hadn’t spent years apart.

She leaned back on her bed, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions she could hardly name. Part of her was overwhelmed—joy, relief, even sadness—all tangled together. There was a time she thought she’d never see Jenna again, that she was just a memory Cara would hold onto in pieces, fuzzy and distant. Now, here she was, a real person with a life of her own, and they were talking like it hadn’t been years since they were ripped apart.

Cara let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her eyes drifting to the window where the evening light was fading. We were all each other had, she had said, and it was true. For so long, Cara had convinced herself it was okay, that her new family had filled the void. But the truth was, there was always that small piece missing—the one Jenna used to fill. Now, with just one conversation, that space didn’t feel so empty anymore.

A soft smile crept onto her face as she thought about how similar they were, despite everything. Jenna’s smile, her laugh, the way she spoke—so familiar yet new. It felt like a second chance at something Cara hadn’t realized she’d been waiting for.

She pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them as she stared at her phone, Jenna’s last message still glowing on the screen. Weekly calls. It sounded so simple, but it meant everything to Cara. She wasn’t alone in her past anymore—she had someone who understood in ways Natasha and you, as much as she loved you, never truly could.

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A few weeks later...

The house was quiet this time of night. All of the younger kids were asleep so it gave her the perfect opportunity to speak with you. She stood in front of your bedroom door, hesitating for a moment before lightly knocking. Her palms were slightly sweaty, her nerves buzzing in the pit of her stomach. She had been thinking about this for weeks now, trying to find the right time to bring it up. Tonight felt right—after all the calls with Jenna, the questions swirling in her head, it was time to talk to you.

“Come in,” Natasha’s voice called from the other side.

Cara pushed open the door slowly, her eyes immediately landing on the both of you winding down for the night. Natasha was slipping into her favorite t-shirt, while you were already sitting on the edge of the bed, moisturizing after a shower.

“Hey, Babygirl, everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Cara said quickly, her voice a little too tight. She shifted awkwardly in the doorway, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. “I just… I want to talk to you both about something. Is now okay?”

Natasha, now fully dressed for bed, exchanged a glance with you before she nodded.

“Of course, come in,” Natasha said, her voice soft with concern. “What’s on your mind?”

Cara entered the room, sitting down in the chair next to your bed. She hesitated, then decided to just say it.

"So I know this might seem strange, and I can't stop thinking about it," she began. "I don't want you guys to be angry or anything."

"Oh my god, are you pregnant?" You asked.

Cara's face flushed with embarrassment, her heart beating erratically in her chest. "No!" She shook her head vehemently, her cheeks turning a deep crimson.

"Oh thank goodness," You sighed with relief, clutching Natasha's hand for support.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Natasha asked, her brows furrowed.

Cara took a deep breath, steadying herself before she continued. "Well, a month ago someone reached out to me on Instagram. A girl. Her name is Jenna and she's fourteen. She's my sister."

"She's my little sister. The one I told you about before," Cara continued nervously. She could feel her palms sweating as the words hung in the air. "I know I should’ve told you sooner," She said quickly, her voice rising with a mix of panic and defense. "But I didn’t know how you’d react! I mean, I’ve been talking to her for weeks now, and it’s not like I was hiding it on purpose, I just… I didn’t want you to think I was doing something wrong. And—"

“Cara,” You interrupted gently, sitting up on the bed and reaching out a hand to stop her. “Breathe. We’re not mad.”

Cara blinked, her breath hitching. “You’re… not?”

Natasha, who had been listening quietly, shook her head, her face softening. “Of course not. We’re just surprised, that’s all. This is a big deal for you.”

Cara let out a shaky breath, her hands fidgeting with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I-I thought you’d be upset or worried that I was talking to someone I didn’t really know…”

“We know about Jenna, sweetheart,” You said, your voice calm. “You told us about her before. We understand why this matters to you.”

Cara’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but the nervous energy still simmered under the surface. “I just… I didn’t want you to think I was trying to replace you or my life here.” Her voice wavered. “I’ve always felt so lucky to have you both, and I don’t want you to think that changes just because I found her.”

You gave her a reassuring nod.

"Babygirl," Natasha said, moving over and taking Cara's hand. "You're allowed to want this."

Cara felt her chest tighten at Natasha’s words, the anxiety that had been building inside her for weeks slowly starting to ease. “I’ve just… missed her. I didn’t even realize how much until we started talking. And I want to get to know her. I want her to know me. She's a lot like me. I mean she's really great and I know you guys would like her. ”

You nodded, smiling softly. “That makes sense, Cara. We get it.”

Cara bit her lip, her fingers twisting in her lap as she worked up the courage for what she wanted to say next. “I want to meet her.”

You and Natasha shared a quick look before you turned back to Cara.

"How does that work?"

"She says she's been speaking with her parents. They're willing for us to meet if you are cool with it. They still live in New York."

"So what does that mean? How would it work?" Natasha asked.

"Her parents want us to have a family meeting, all together. They'll explain how everything works," Cara said.

You nodded, a smile pulling at your lips. "Okay, then. That sounds reasonable."

"Are you sure?" Cara's eyes darted between the two of you. "You're not just saying that because I'm being a pain in the ass, right?"

"You're not," You assured her.

"Okay." Cara gave you both a grateful smile, her shoulders slumping as the tension eased from her body. "Thank you."

You returned her smile, reaching over to take her other hand.

[jellazticious]

Do you have any recommendations for art references and or video's that might help me improve as an artist? Your art style is really inspiring to me and I'd love to get better at drawing because I haven't been on that grind recently of doing so!!!

Honestly your best bet is learning the RULES of art instead of the process, at least that's how I did it

I find it easier to NOT do the things that make it wrong than to learn ALL the things that make it good

There's like a million different ways to make art appealing but a lot of them typically avoid the same mistakes. It also makes the learning process customizable for you

To anyone else other than Gongus, I wanna say first that this post is heavily catered to cartoonier art styles but the links are for general art. I will also be laying down a lot of the things I learned from college (multimedia arts course)

Alright, first of all try to dabble up on some character design rules, here's a video that teaches it and a channel that has a series with critiquing people's portfolios

(she's not really insulting the portfolios btw, the thumbnails are just click baity)

Then also learn about the 12 animation principles because it can still be applied to non animation art like comics and stuff

Get yourself some line of action crammed in there. Regardless of art style, a lot of people struggle with stiffness, line of action is the counter attack to it

Optionally, if you're gonna learn line of action then you're gonna be doing gesture drawings to practice it. I suggest going to @adorkastock for reference images

Next up, color also have rules so here's the basics

I only linked that so you can smoothly transition here wjsndndm

But YEAH color fuckery is an underrated art cheat, you can get away with art that looks good without shading if you know how to toy with the colors right

Trouble making thumbnails?

Photography as an art form has got your back. Composition techniques can be applied to the drawing sort of art

Here are my personal tips now skskksks

1. Use your inspirations as reference. I got a sense of solidity when I saw the reference sheets for Wander Over Yonder and copying stylistic aspects from DST, TF2 comics, Clone High, and Pizza Tower.

SPEAKING OF TF2, I also wanna throw in this video about it's character design and other visual aspects (you'd only wanna watch the first half, the rest talks about the characters writingwise)

2. Another thing I do with references to make it easier is draw it at least two times. First time to trace it (directly or eyeballing it. You can also do with skeleton sketch or not but preferably give it a skeleton), then the second or third or fourth is to make it slowly morph into your style.

This will give you a sense of solidity, teaching your hand the traits that should be kept or exaggerated

3. If it looks like ass or you don't like it then that's okay. You DON'T have to post EVERYTHING you make. Sometimes you will feel like you draw a character you've always drawn wonky and that's because you just need to do warm up doodles.

I have SO MUCH sketches that I haven't posted and will never post because they're warm ups. Y'all think Pepperman is hard to draw? Y'all think I draw him good? I have good news for you, I fumble his face more often than not AND THATS OKAY

4. ANOTHER niche technique is to learn the keyboard shortcuts and other functions of your art program. Do not underestimate how much time that can spare you. It's gonna be tricky to find or get used to but it's gonna be so worth it

I learned you can alt+G on Krita one day and it makes a folder for your layers, total game changer. I can move layers at once instead of the old one by one with precision

5. Final note is to do the opposite of everything Vivsiepop does, it does not matter if you like her shows or not because time and time again critiques of her art and writing style breaks SO MANY RULES without UNDERSTANDING why they exist in the first place.

Art is like architecture, you need to know how to make a basic house before going straight for the fucking manor from Hello Neighbor 💥 or else you're never gonna figure out why the living room collapses everytime you flush the toilet

Anyway eeee, that's about everything I can teach, hope these help and if there's anything else to ask or add on, please do so!

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Take a slice

> Im gonna sleep cause you live in my daydreams

Genre: smut

Tim wright x tm! Brian thomas

A part 2 to my fic Pork soda

Desc: high sex is better, but how much can a person take? Tim and brian have the means to test this, and the answer is.. A Lot.

Cw: tm! Brian thomas, mild name calling, marijuana use, high sex, oral for both, pussy described at pussy, tdick, opening, cunt, and dick, drooling, crying, face fucking, pnv sex, buller vibrator riding, begging, vag fingering, just fluffy nice sex

4.5k words, the intro is rough I promise it gets better, enjoy!

It had been a long work week. Trouble kept popping up no matter what they did, first they had plumbing issues, then brians phone broke, it seemed like it would never end. A little r-n-r was due.

They had smoked the first joint an hour ago, the smell soaked into their clothes and into their very skin. It penetrated every single inch of the living room, overpowering the scent of the insence brian had lit.

“Change the channel, dance moms should be on,” brian muttered, snuggled into the crook of tims frame.

“Is it a rerun?” Tim mumbled, grabbing the remote from the couches arm.

“Psh, i dont know, at least its not this shit,” brian groaned, watching tim search for it on the channel list.

“Whats wrong with love it or list it?” Tim asked, clicking on the channel.

“I hate the bald guy,” brian teased, reaching for an edible off the coffee table. “Want a bite?” He asked, tearing off a small chunk for tim to take.

“Jesus christ your gonna fucking kill me,” tim laughed, eating the chunk regardless.

“I just need you to be high enough for what im planning,” brian said casually, listening to the loud silence that followed.

“...excuse me? Are you gonna kidnap me or something?” Tim halfheartedly laughed, a hint of fear in his voice.

“No, just wanna get you how you get me. Like last time, remember?”

“You mean the last time we got high?” Tim chuckled, remembering the incident of last weeks high. The sexual scenes filled his mind, tinting his cheeks a soft red.

“Mhm,” brian hummed. He let the proposition hang in the air for a couple minutes, watching tim slowly become more and more of a mess.

“I.. um… ok,” tim stammered after a couple minutes. He cleared his throat, pulling a blanket over his crotch slowly.

Brian laughed. “You think i didnt see that?” He prodded. He looked at tim, who was staring blankly in front of him. Brian sighed, slowly sliding off his shirt. He threw it onto tims lap, startling the dark haired man.

“You gonna do something or just sit there?”

Tim shifted his weight to lean more into brian, slowly trailing hands down brians bare torso. He kissed brian with a need, his hands gripping at the rolls in brians stomach. He pulled brian into him with the little strength he had in his heavy body, lazily running his hands onto his scars, sliding a thumb over his left nipple. Brian sighed into the kiss, his breath hot against tims lips. Tim bit at brians lower lip, nipping at the skin gently and trailing down to his jaw. Brian gasped, head gently rolling back. Spit trailed down brians skin, the air cooling it quickly. Tim began working on brians neck, leaving hickeys all over his neck to his collarbone.

“Fuck, your gonna make it noticeable,” brian sighed, unbuttoning tims shirt.

“‘Ts the point, your mine,” tim murmured into brians skin, going back to sucking on brians neck.

Brian laughed, undoing the last button on tims shirt and sliding it off his body. Tim hummed into his lovers skin, picking a new spot to bite at. Brian moaned, rolling his head back. His lips brushed against brians skin so effortlessly that it felt natural, like the world meant for this exact moment.

Tim separated himself from brians neck, gasping. He smiled at him, face red and warm. “How you wanna do this?”

“Grab the new vibrator from the bedroom, i wanna test something,”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Ok, ill go get it,” he smiled, slowly standing. He went into the bedroom, leaving brian anxiously squirming on the couch. It was a good nervous, like a first kiss that stayed in your head for days. Brian heard the bedroom doors latch click, tim coming back with a bullet vibrator with a cord for external control. He sat back onto the couch.

Tim stared lovingly at his partner, watching him slide down his denim jeans, slipping them off and kicking them to the side. “Fuck, im already so hard,”

“Really?,” tim groaned, slouching back and fiddling with his pants button. “You been planning this huh?”

“No, you just..” Brian smiled, pulling down his boxers. “You have an.. effect.. on me,”

Tim stared at brians cunt, his erect tdick poking through the folds of his pussy. “Oh really?” He teased, finally unhooking the button of his old jeans. He sighed with the small relief, keeping a keen eye on brian.

Brian scoffed, going back to the couch to straddle tim. Tim was lost in him, staring up at the man on top of him. He felt warm, the type of heat that radiates through you when youve been in the sun too long. Not unpleasant, but dangerous if sat in for too long.

Brian gazed down, watching his stoic boyfriend melt like wax under his flame. “How many times do you wanna cum today?” He spoke, words like music in tims ears.

Tim stifled a moan, covering his red face. “I- um- however many you want,” he stuttered.

“Good,” Brian smiled. “We are gonna get my pussy wet first ok?” He scooted down, straddling his hips around tims thigh.

“Y-yeah,” tim groaned, grabbing Brians hips. His nails dug into brians soft skin, the pudge around his hips perfect for grabbing.

Brian hummed happily. He let his fingers wander to tims loosened waistband, hooking around the entrance. “Put the vibe on my dick,” brian snickered.

Tim obeyed, noting how wet Brian already was. It was adorable, he had gotten himself so worked up by *him?*

Brian smiled, leaning to unzip tims pants. Tim watched with a fixation, enjoying every small sensation. Once the fabric was around tims hips, brian pulled down tims boxers and took tims hard cock out, it hitting tims stomach with a wet slap. Tim moaned at the freedom, watching brian spit on his hand.

“Turn it on whenever your ready,” brian grinned, grasping tims length in his wet hand. Tim turned on the bullet to a low speed, watching brian begin to grind on it. Brian mirrored the pace on tims cock, gliding up and down over the length with precision pressure. Tim looked away, choking back a moan with his fist.

“Look at me,” brian spoke, catching tims attention as he snapped his head back to brian. “Turn it up,” he smirked, watching tim fumble with the remote as he turned up the intensity. Brian made a loud groan, pressing his hips harder into the bullet. He sped up his hand on tim, watching his partners eyes roll back at the much needed stimulation. The sensations built, the hazey air becoming thicker as the two huffed, the smell of marijuana still lingering. Brian ground hard into the bullet, crying out in desperation as he rutted against the soft silicone.

“More,” tim sighed, making a small cry of despair when brian pulled his hand away completely. He looked up at brian, puzzled by the sudden change. Tim grabbed onto brian a bit firmer, pawing his nails down brians back.

“Your not cumming yet,” brian whispered, “your gonna save that for my throat,”

“F-fuck thats hot,” tim moaned, eyes half lidded as he looked over brians trembling figure.

“Yeah?” Brian gasped, taking the bullet controller from tims hands and turning up the speed. “Fuck,”

Brian rutted into the bullet as fast as he could, the pressure in his core growing and growing as he cried out. His body was red hot, blood rushing to his groin with every passing second. Tim watched as brians head ducked down, with his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck, tim im gonna fucking- ah-,”

Tim laid back, slouched into the couch cushions with one hand lazily stroking his dick. “Cum for me angel,” he whispered, watching brians eyes go blank as he focused on following the rhythm of the vibrator, peaking with a high pitched gasp. Tim felt his leg wet, watching as brian turned the bullet off. He stared at his shaking boyfriend, watching him shudder with loving eyes.

“Feel good?” Tim said, chuckling softly as brian frantically nodded. “Your so cute when you get all flustered like that,” tim smiled, running his thumb over his slit with a shudder.

Brian grinned and looked away. His face was red and sweaty, a tingling sensation dripping out of him. “We are gonna see how cute you are in just a sec,” he murmured, spreading tims legs so he could pull his pants completely off. He grasped at the pant legs, tearing them off as quickly as he could muster.

Tim assisted, quickly kicking the fabric off his hairy body. He shifted his weight back to his middle, giving ample room for brian to nestle in comfortably. Brian smirked, positioning himself between his legs.

“Somebodys eager,” he joked, pressing soft kisses to the base of tims dick. He licked a stripe up tims shaft, suckling his balls a bit. Tim gasped, the neediness taking over completely. Brians lips were soft on his skin, caressing every sensitive point he had with an expertise. Brian rubbed his cheek on it, watching tims blank eyes. He loved seeing tim like this, he was usually so tough.. watching him melt under brians touch was enough to drive brian into a frenzy. He placed kisses on his shaft head, taking in tims pathetic whines.

“Cmon,” tim breathed, resting his hand in brians sandy hair.

Brian smiled, taking the tip in his mouth briefly before removing it with a pop. Tim cried out, putting pressure onto brians head in a futile attempt to keep him there. “Like that?” He snickered. Brian licked the tip gently, flicking the back with his tongue.

“Deeper,” tim begged, looking away and covering his face with his hand.

Brian snapped his fingers, drawing tims attention back to him. “Look at me,”. Tim instantly obliged, eyes half lidded as he watched brian. The butterflies in tims stomach was more than the desperation in his dick, it was like he was seeing brian with whole new eyes. Maybe it was the high, but brian had never had this much confidence and control over tim. It was… hot.

He watched as brian spit onto his dick, working his hand around the base to the tip. Tim whined desperately, resting his hands behind his head. He buckled into brians touch, the lack of relief becoming almost painful.

“You like that?” Brian smiled, biting his lip. He watched tim nod, too flustered to form words. His brain was drawing a blank, the only thing tim could register was brian. Brians mouth, brians hands, brians dick and cunt...

Brian slowly ran his tounge up the back of his shaft before taking the length in his mouth. Tim loudly moaned, eyes rolling back as brian loudly sucked. He felt the warmth of brians mouth engulfing him, the pressure around him felt far better than it ever had before.. was the weed strong enough to do that? God, how much did they smoke? It hadn't seemed like much in the moment but.. now things were feeling different. Better.

Tim held a moan in his throat, embarrassed at *how fucking stupid* he sounded. He gasped, looking down at brian, taking him so good..

“You look so good with my dick in your mouth,” he choked out, watching as brian took him out for a moment, replacing his mouth with his hand.

“You taste so good,” brian said, catching his breath.

“Ca-can i use your mouth, please,” tim gasped, drool pooling on the corners of his mouth. Brian smiled, his tooths gap showing through his parted lips.

“Only if you beg for it,” he replied, watching tims frantic eyes dart over his body.

“Dont make me do this..” tim whined. Brian ignored him, simply continuing to stare into tims red eyes.

“Take it or leave it,” brian cooly responded, watching the war in tims mind.

Tim had two options: his dignity or his dick.

“Please,” he murmured, looking away in shame.

“Cmon, you can do better than that, try again,” brian coaxed, slowing his hands pace to a near standstill.

“Fuck…” he swore, looking back at brian with pleading eyes. “Fucking please bri, i need it so bad.. its so bad baby i need your throat around me, please..” he babbled, words rolling out faster than he could think them through.

“Good, good job honey, you can do it now,” he smiled, licking a stripe up the under side before taking the whole length into his mouth.

Tim quickly forced brians head down, grabbing a fistful of hair. Brian cried out, loud slurps filling up the living room as tim used his mouth like his own toy. Brian lived for this, the feeling of being completely at tims mercy was enough to get him hard all over again.

“Thank you, thank you, fuck your such a good boy,” tim babbled, fucking brians face with his hips and hand. Brian choked on tims dick, gripping at the couch as tears welled in his eyes. He grasped at tims hips, clinging on for dear life as he abused his throat. He gaged loudly, whines of pain mixing with those of pleasure.

“God you take that so fucking well,” tim groaned, watching the tears roll down brians face. Brian made soft whines, the spits noises filling the room. Tim sped up his fucking, gasping as the burning familiar feeling of heat pooled in his gut.

“Lemme cum in your throat baby, please,” he gasped. He held himself back, waiting for brian to signal. Brian made a thumbs up, and tim sighed in contentment. He forced his cock all the way brians throat, holding it there as he came deep into brians throat. Brian whined, swallowing the cum around his dick before having it removed. He gasped, coughing while the fluids dripped from his mouth and tears from his eyes.

“Too much?” Tim asked, a concerned look on his face. He sat up, pulling brian up onto his chest into a cuddle.

“You deserve it,” brian smiled, wiping his eyes. “I love you, id take whatever youd want, whenever you want,”

“Thats not a yes or no, are you ok hun?” Tim whispered, kissing the top of brians head. Brian coughed, wiping more fluid from his mouth.

“Im ok, i promise,” he whispered hoarsely, smiling up at his boyfriend. “Pinky promise,”

“You dont have to do it you know,” tim spoke, “i would do the same for you. Id do anything for you, you know. No questions asked.” Tim grinned, that goofy little grin that brian had fell in love with.

Watching his flushed face was better than getting him off. The sex wasnt the part brian loved. It was great, but those moments afterwards were just as exhilarating. The gentle touches on hot skin, soft kisses that tasted… interesting.. and watching tv while holding each other close, riding out that afterglow together.

“Did you want to do any more? We can stop,” brian asked, resting his head in the crook of tims neck.

Tim hesitated. “Only if you wanted to,”

Brian paused, tracing circles on tims chest. “Well what did you have in mind?” He asked nervously. Knowing tim, this was either a bdsm style scene or something as simple as making out.

Tim hesitated, running his hands through brians hair. “I wanna suck your dick,” he mumbled, almost embarrassed by his simple request. “I wanna taste you, wanna stick my fingers deep inside, feel you cum. Only if you want to,”

Brian felt blood rush to his dick instantly, a small whine escaping his lips. He buryed his face in tims chest, nuzzling it. He felt his stomach flutter, his heart racing at the caring nature he was given by him.

“Yeah bri? You like that idea?” Tim teased, watching his face grow red. He loved seeing brian turn submissive so fast, it was so cute to watch his demeanor change with a few words. It wasn't often brian got control, and tim planned on keeping it that way. Although this was a small initial gesture, it was just that: initial.

Brian nodded quickly, burying his face in his hands.

“Gonna need some words hun,” tim hummed, forcing brians chin up gently. Brian looked completely braindead, pupils blown out with his mouth slightly agape.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Yes? Yes what?” Tim cooed, rubbing his thumb across brians cheek. Brian simply stared, a dopey smile spread across his face. Tim stared back at him, working up that dominant energy he was used to giving. Tim slapped lightly, gripping brians jaw. “Words. Now.”

“Fuck me,”

Tim smiled. “Oh good boy, so smart for me, so fucking pathetic,” he praised, sitting up. Brian got up, eagerly leaning back on the couch with his legs spread. The air was cold on his cunt, the mix of cum and slick lubing it up embarrassing amounts.

“You thought you could be a little shit this whole time?” Tim teased, running a finger over brians dick. Brian gasped, the light touch sparking a neediness he didnt expect for the night. He loved being in control, he reveled in the times he could get tim into such a desperate state he was shuddering. Unfortunately he was not particularly gifted at getting there without the use of drugs.

“Guess not,” brian mumbled, looking away before snapping back to tim.

“Thats right, good boy,” tim praised, watching brian get more and more eager as he squirmed.

Tim got down between his legs, scratching his nails on brians inner thighs. He sucked at the sensitive skin, drinking in the taste. Brian leaned his head back, quietly gasping. He allowed his emotions to take full control, blubbering as tim caressed him with his mouth. Tim creeped closer and closer to brians core, trailing his soft lips over every sensitive bit of exposed flesh. Brians face was hot like he had been under a heating lamp, tims love warming his body in the cold January weather. His legs tremored, pressing together around tims head before tim pushed them apart with his calloused hands.

“Ill be nice for you, promise,” tim murmured, finally taking his fingers into his mouth and wetting them. Tim stared into brians loopy eyes, making sure brian knew exactly what he was doing. He removed them with a small pop, inserting them slowly into brian. Brian whined, watching tim begin to nibble at his thighs again.

Tims fingers were like heat inserting into his dripping entrance, a feeling brian gladly welcomed. He watched tim closely, staring lovingly at the man below him. Tim laughed a bit, beginning to find a rhythm that Brian couldn't help but cry out at.

“Faster,” brian babbled, making a noise of pleasure as tim did so. Brian muffled a whimper, feeling the firm pressure of tims finger deep inside him. It was like ecstasy, the unrelenting touch was perfect. Brians head was clouded, no thoughts but tims fingers and tongue on his dick filling his mind.

“Im gonna suck your cock ok? Tell me if it feels bad, ill stop,” he spoke gently, licking up brians dick. Brian stifled a moan, covering his mouth loosely. “Uncover your mouth, i wanna hear you,” tim said before flicking brians dick with his tounge. Brian did as he was told, moaning freely into the warm apartment. Tim took the small lenght into his mouth, suckling while fingering brians pussy.

“Fuck, like that,” brian squirmed, bucking his hips into tims mouth.Tim hummed in response, doing as he was told.

He squirmed under tim, his stomach doing flips as he rode on tims fingers. It was like his body was made for this, to whore himself into this position over and over. It was a nice cycle, always ending better than the last. “F-faster,” brian cried, gasping as tim complied.

“Shit im so s-sensitive, god, dont stop,” he stammered, muscles tightening around tims fingers. Tim moaned into brians dick, causing brian to yelp out. He pushed his hips into tims mouth, desperately trying to ride out the feeling for as long as he could. The sensation was like honey, heavy and sweet and malleable under tims control. Brian couldnt help but soak in this moment, the sucking noises helping drive him closer and closer to the peak.

“Fuck fuck fuck im gonna cum, fuck!” Brian shook, gasping and moaning as he came around tims fingers. Tim slowed, removing his fingers and mouth. He locked eyes with brian before licking the cum off his cunt and fingers.

“God your such a freak,” brian laughed, panting.

“You just taste good, not my fault,” tim dismissed, smiling. Tim flushed, looking down and seeing his hard cock once again.

“I see that yknow,” brian teased, watching tims eyes grow darker. It wasnt by much, but brian felt as if this wasnt his last orgasm. He knew tim, he knew he had some sort of plan. Brian never got out of serving him *this* easy.

“You wanna help?” Tim groaned, rubbing his moist hand along his shaft. He propped himself up on his knees, studying brians trembling body.

“God, id love that, just give me a minute,” brian blushed, brushing a hair out of his his face and the sweat from his forehead.

Tim quickly rushed forward, climbing on top of brian. His nose was inches from brians. “Your such a slut, you know that? Say yes for me,” he demanded, watching brians brain empty.

“Yes sir,” brian whispered, resting his arms around tims neck.

“So obedient, my cute little dog. You thought you had control?” Tim groaned, staring at brians moist lips. They looked so tantalizing, the skin plump and pink.

“I-”

“Shhh, you dont need to think, you just need to be good for me, can you do that?” Tim spoke gently, yet with an authoritative inflection that always drove brian crazy.

Brian nodded, already feeling his own situation resurfacing. Tim bashed their lips together, kissing with a violence that brian couldn't help but mirror. His stomach fluttered, his lips salty and plush. His heart pounded, a desire so deep it sunk into every inch of his body. Brian parted his lips, inviting tim into him. He gladly obliged, not a moment of hesitation in his warm body. He felt tender, a featherly touch that was pure love coming through every clash of their lips. The greediness took over their bodies, hungrily eating at each other as they softly moaned into each others mouths. Their bare skin brushed between them, a sticky residue of sweat left behind as they grasped their lover.

Tim pulled away, a small string of spit still connecting the pair. Brian smiled nervously, sighing happily.

“How you wanna do this?” Tim whispered, stroking brians cheek.

“I dont know, what did you want?” Brian snorted, running his fingers through tims hair.

“Well.. if your up to it, id like to… uh..” tim mumbled sheepishly.

“Cmon, you got this,” brian teased, heart racing as tim laughed. God, he loved that laugh.

“Lemme get a rubber, ill be back,” he smirked, standing and leaving the room.

Brian stared at the empty space tim had been in, rolling his eyes. Of course he wanted to cum in him, he was a whore just like brian. At least he had the respect to use a condom, he didnt want anything to do with a kid after all.

Tim walked back in, unwrapping a condom with his teeth. He stood, watching brian for a moment. “Why are we doing this on the couch??” He laughed, brian grinning as he stood up.

“I have no fucking clue, cmon,” he snickered, dragging tim to the bedroom by his hand. Tim went with him, not bothering to shut the door behind them. Brian hopped up on the bed, spreading his legs as tim clambered on top of him. He slid the condom onto himself, smiling at brian.

“Your so beautiful,” he whispered, “all mine,”

Brian crinkled his nose, smiling happily. “Sap,” he teased, angling his hips up at tim as he slapped his dick around his cunt. Tim rolled his eyes.

“Tell me if this hurts, ill stop,” he murmured, inserting himself slowly.

“I will, just cmon,” brian groaned, reaching for his own dick.

“Dont wanna hurt you is all,” tim groaned, beginning to thrust into brian. Brian gasped at the fullness, pumping on his own tdick lightly.

Brian murmured a small cry, lost in tim. Brian pressed his face into the pillow under him, the scent of the linen was so him that it almost drowned out his thoughts. The scent was woodsy, mixed with sweat and colonge. Brian rutted into tim, the sweet sounds tim made absorbing into his ears like a song.

“Goddamn, you are so- so fucking tight,” tim groaned, speeding up as brian was rendered speechless. He simply cried out, hands scrunched up in the grey sheets. Every stroke was heaven, that was the only way to describe it. Their bodys were heavy, propelled forward only by a burning passion and hunger for their individual releases. Tim repositioned his hands to wrap around brians wrists, the weight pinning brian to the bed completely helpless.

Brian muttered various expletives into the bedrooms stagnent air, his heart in his throat beating like he was being hunted down. He didn't bother fighting tims grip, it made him giddy to have no control, to be completely at tims mercy. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush. But brian simply spread his legs further, sucking in tims cock like a black hole. If this was a black hole, tim was more than happy to be pulled into oblivion.

“Close,” brian choked out, a useless warning. He felt his walls clench, shouting into the apartment as he came around tim. Tim didnt let up, lost in his own haze.

“Good boy, just let me finish and your done,” tim grumbled, ignoring brians cries of overstimulation.

“Fuck, please,” brian blubbered, choking back tears as he felt tims thrusts becoming sloppy, a more animalistic urge behind them.

“Your doin so good,” tim huffed, quickly growing an unintelligible mess of moans. His body shook, a loud groan exiting his mouth as he slowed to a halt. Their two bodys shook, tim releasing brians wrists and removing the full condom.

“Jesus,” brian gasped, squeezing his legs shut. Tim discarded the condon into the wastebim next to the bed.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Tim attended to his partner, who rolled onto his side as tim flopped next to him.

“Yeah, im ok.. just… a lot..” he smiled, tears leaking from his eyes.

“Poor thing,” tim cooed, a genuine concern in his eyes. “Im so sorry. How can i make it better?”

Brian grabbed tims warm face, placing a kiss onti his nose. “Chinese food,”

Tim laughed loudly, pulling brian into a hug. “Of course lovebug, ill get you some.”

“And a movie?” Brian smiled, pulling a blanket over the two of them.

“Sure, let me go grab my phone,”

[wip]

I really appreciate that tag editing is a thing we have now… but coming from someone who uses this option lots: it can be a little overly fiddly to use. Specifically, the fact that at least on desktop clicking off a tag doesn't enter it and that if you accidentally try to move on to doing anything else without first making sure you have pressed enter (or comma IF it's the first time with the tag but not if you're editing it!! then comma will not work!!) it won't let you do anything else without telling you why until you go back, find the tag that hasn't been entered, click into it, and press enter (not comma! that doesn't work!) and then and only then can you continue to do things… maybe this could be fixed?

Answer: Hi, @b-a-n-d-e-r.

Thank you for your report! We are happy to let you know that we have started looking into it and believe it to be a bug, it transpires. We hope it will be fixed very soon, too, so keep an eye out for the usual channels, here at @wip or @changes, for any news. It shouldn't be too long, as we say.

Regarding the comma not working as “enter” when editing, we can confirm this is intended. Otherwise, you be unable to add any commas to your tags, which is not something we want you to stop doing!

Thanks for your question, and have a great day.

[kaakelymaakely]

do i wanna know

KLANCE FANFIC CHAPTER 2

Monster Hunter! Keith AU

1  WEEK  BEFORE

Keith fiddles with the cord of his microphone, twirling it around on his index finger. He gently tugs on the wire as he eyes where it’s connected to the laptop. On the computer screen, the timer blinks back at him– he’s going over his usual time limit. His fans probably won’t mind a longer episode– in fact it’s something they request quite often– but they’re definitely going to mind another story with a dead-end. 

He glances out his office window, where the sun has already set. Oregon was a beautiful place, just not for him. Thankfully, his lease would be up soon, so he can go wherever the road takes him next. The only reason he was even in this state was because he was chasing his most recent lead: an apparent ‘Dream Demon’ haunting a group of 12-year-olds.

Which, honestly, really should’ve been his first hint that this ‘demon’ did not exist. 

But Keith was starting to get desperate for any content– desperate to prove the existence of literally any monster. So he listened to the kids, pursed his lips and pretended to take them seriously, and rented an apartment in Oregon. He had spent the entire month interviewing, researching, and documenting anything he could find. Only to come up empty handed.

He was practically pulling out his hair when he discovered that this ‘Dream Demon’ was actually a result of these kids watching an R-rated movie, and suffering through nightmares. He had to grit his teeth and force a smile while he explained to their parents how they shouldn’t let their kids pick movies unsupervised. At least they seemed apologetic, and even gave him some hard cash as a compensation for his troubles. He had spent the rest of his time in Oregon trying to twist the tale to at least seem interesting for his listeners. That way they could focus on the fun story, and not the fact Keith failed to find something supernatural. Like always. 

At the reminder, he sighed deeply. “Alright, that’s going to do it for this episode. Remember not to believe everything you hear, unless it’s from me. Tune in next month for a particularly interesting episode.” He’s lying straight through his teeth– he has not a single clue what the next episode is going to entail. He has no hot-tips, no leads, no hints, nothing. He’s already scoured the internet for something , only to come up empty-handed. The only cases he can find are ones he’s already chased, or ones that are so blatantly fake. 

He clicks off the recording and sinks into his uncomfortable office chair, dragging his hands down the expanse of his face. Keith fights the urge to bang his head into the wooden table until he can’t remember his name and, more importantly, his podcast. Times like this were when he wished he had become something more practical, like a pilot. 

He tilts his head back and groans, the sound muffled by the palms of his hands. He waits a few seconds, allowing himself to bask in his stress, before doing what he does best– pushing it deep inside until he can’t feel it anymore. That stress and frustration can be an issue for tomorrow. Tonight, he’ll kick back and relax. 

Instead of sparking up a cigarette like his hand twitches to do, he staggers his way into his tiny kitchen, careful not to slip in his socks. He scratches at the waistband of his pajama pants as he bends at the waist, shuffling through his barely-working freezer. Keith peels back a bag of frozen hashbrowns until he can see the tub of ice cream. He pulls it out, and closes the ice chest by knocking it with his hip. 

By the time he makes it out of the kitchen, he’s already shoving a heaping spoonful of mint chocolate chip into his mouth before he even reaches the couch. Keith plops himself down, taking another bite, and starts flipping through TV channels until he lands on HGTV. 

He’s mindlessly spooning half-melted ice cream into his mouth, commenting on Chip and Joanne’s choice of a color scheme, when he gets the notification. He bites down on the spoon at the sudden buzz. It takes him a second to realize the noise came from his phone, as no one ever texts him. It bothers him less than it should– he just doesn’t have anyone to message. 

It probably has to do with work, which instantly sours his mood. He closes the lid to the tub of ice cream and rests his spoon on top, putting it off to the side as he reaches for his phone. Keith curses under his breath as he opens the notification.

It leads him to his podcast’s twitter, a platform he’s never really active on… not that he’s really active on any social media. He really only uses it when it's a necessity, like when his fans are feeding him supernatural rumors. 

It takes him a second to navigate to the inbox, but when he does, he’s greeted with an intriguing message. 

‘If you're finally looking for something real, check out Altea. Small town, deep woods, and something out there that no one’s been able to explain. Animals disappear. People see things. This isn’t some hoax. Look into it.’

Altea, huh? Keith sat up straighter, rereading the message. Altea… he knew the name. A quiet little town, barely a blip on the map. Not exactly the kind of place that usually made waves, but the wording of the tip sent a thrill through him. ‘Animals disappear.’ and more importantly, ‘People see things.’That sounds right up his alley.

Pulling his laptop back over, he typed in the town’s name. Headlines popped up, most of them old, buried under news about budget meetings and county fairs. But then he found it—rumors stretching back years. Unexplained sightings. Reports from locals that never made it to mainstream media. No concrete answers. No real explanations.

Keith smiles. Guess he’ll be making a little trip.

–

PRESENT  DAY

Keith used his dullest kitchen knife to slice the pie into 8 pieces. As the knife breached through the crust, he could finally make out the filling– apple. He smiles to himself.

He plates two of the slices, and brings them back out into the living room, where Lance was openly snooping around, not even tring to hide it. He was shuffling through the coffee table’s drawers when Keith placed his plate in front of him. Lance blinked before a wolfish grin split his face in two. He grabbed his fork with a tight fist and immediately went to work, scarfing down the pie as if he’d never eaten before in his life. 

Keith watched, both weirdly amused and disgusted. As for his own slice, he slightly poked at it, watching it wobble back and forth. As much as he’s a fein for sweets– something he loathes to admit, as he does not have weaknesses— he just doesn’t have the stomach for it. He chalks the fuzzy feeling in his abdomen up to simple adrenaline, a result of the possibility to get closer to cracking the case. 

Lance is quick to finish his pie slice, even going as far as to hold the plate perpendicular to his face, and licking it clean. Keith awkwardly clears his throat, causing Lance to pause and open his eyes to cast a sidelong glance at him, before finishing one more swipe of his tongue. Keith adverts his eyes, poking his pie once more before putting it off to the side. Keith intertwines his fingers together and rests them on his lap, back to business.

"What does the monster look like?"

Lance swallows, twirling his fork around his fingers. He hums, tapping the fork’s handle against his chin. The movement is the perfection of casual, but Keith sees it for what it is; He wouldn’t be a very good researcher if he couldn’t see through people’s bullshit. 

Lance is hesitating. 

"Let me see…" Lance drawls, dragging out the words like he’s deep in thought. Then, he smirks. "Short, violet eyes, and a bad mullet."

Keith exhales through his nose, unimpressed. His fingers curl into a fist against his thigh as he fixes Lance with a deadpan stare. "Okay, haha. Real funny. I’m being serious."

Lance grins, clearly proud of himself. He tosses the fork back onto his plate. Keith honestly preferred when he was stuffing pie down his throat—at least then he was quiet.

"I don’t believe that," Keith says flatly.

Lance sighs, dragging a hand through his hair before letting his head fall back against the dusty old couch. The fabric lets out a soft thwump beneath him. He stretches his arms over the backrest, staring at the ceiling like Keith is exhausting him. "Seriously, man. I haven’t seen a monster around here. Trust me, I’d know if there was one."

Keith frowns. He’s trying to force his voice to stay calm and steady, but he’s honestly about to grab Lance by the collar and shake the answers out of him. "Then why have other people claimed to have seen it?"

Lance shrugs, too quick, too dismissive. His eyes flick toward the window, lingering just a second too long. "I dunno. Maybe they’re just bored. Or making stuff up for attention."

Why won’t he look at him?

His gaze narrows. "Lance."

Lance groans dramatically, rubbing a hand over his face. "Keith."

"Fine. You ‘haven’t seen a monster.’" Keith makes air quotes. "You said you'd answer my questions."

Lance shifts in his seat, shoulders drawing up like he’s trying to make himself smaller. His voice is defensive. "I’m trying, dude. It’s just hard when I’ve never seen it!"

His eyes darted to the left. Barely a second. A flicker of movement.

Keith catches it.

"You’re a bad liar."

Lance scoffs, dropping his hand from his face. "I think I’m pretty good."

"Lance. What have you seen? Even if it’s just claw marks. Even if it was just a figure. Give me something. "

Lance exhales, his gaze dropping to his plate. Anywhere but Keith.

"…Nothing worth talking about. Let alone putting in your podcast."

"Not up to you." Keith gestures between them, his voice steady. "I invited you in. I’m eating pie with you. Just give me something. Give me the truth."

Lance’s jaw tightens. His knee bounces, restless energy bleeding through his movements. For a moment, Keith thinks he’s going to get up and leave. But then—

"Truth?" Lance lets out a humorless laugh. He shakes his head, but it’s not playful this time. It’s hollow. "If you knew what was out there, you wouldn’t be so eager to dig it up."

Keith studies him closely. His pulse picks up.

"That sounds a lot like someone who's seen a monster before."

Lance finally levels Keith with a look. 

"Yeah," he mutters. "Maybe it does."

Silence settles between them. The only sound is the faint ticking of the old clock above the kitchen sink. Then, almost too quiet to hear—

"It had a lot of fur. Like, a lot. And it was pretty big."

Keith straightens, scrambling to reach for his laptop. He quickly types out what Lance had said, even if his voice recorder was picking everything up. "Where did you see it?"

Lance hesitates, then lifts a hand and points out the window. Keith follows his fingers towards his backyard– the woods.

Keith nods, already typing notes in record time. His heartbeat thuds in his ears. "How close did you get? Did it try to attack you?"

"No!" Lance blurts, then winces. He softens his tone. "I mean—no. It wasn’t hostile, it was friendly. Just looked at me and left."

Keith raises an eyebrow. "Friendly?"

Lance backtracks immediately. "Like—it wasn’t dangerous. It’s never attacked anyone in town. It’s just… living. Same as us."

Keith watches him carefully. "Is that why you didn’t want to tell me?"

His jaw works like he’s chewing over his words, picking them apart before spitting them out. Finally, he exhales through his nose, voice low. "I don’t want some internet weirdo listening to your podcast and coming here to hunt it down. He doesn’t deserve that."

He…?

Keith says nothing.

Lance exhales sharply, shoving his plate away like the sight of it irritates him. "We’re done here."

Keith blinks. "But you never finished—"

"We’re done."

Lance pushes to his feet, enough force to send the couch slightly scraping against the wooden floor. He heads for the door, steps brisk, shoulders tense. His hand hesitates on the doorknob, just for a second. Then, in a softer voice—

"Enjoy the pie, Keith."

The door swings shut behind him.

Keith winces. Did he take it too far? He has a habit of pushing too much. This isn’t the first time he’s made someone upset while interviewing them, and it certainly won’t be the last. In fact, minus Lance storming out, he’s gotten what he asked for. He should be happy.

Staring at his untouched pie, he doesn’t know why he’s not.

–

Keith used his teeth to pick at his thumb’s hangnail, simultaneously tapping his pencil against his notepad, which was filled to the brim with his writing. He’s still mulling over what Lance had said earlier that day. As soon as he had left, and Keith had gotten over his moody brooding, he practically leapt to grab his notebook and write it all down. Even though he had his laptop and voice record documenting the whole exchange, sometimes it was better for his brain to write it by hand.

‘It had a lot of fur. Like, a lot. And it was pretty big.’

As much as Keith loathed to admit it, that could easily be the description of an animal. Even though Altea’s woods aren’t known for its bears, it’s still a high possibility that that’s what Lance had seen. But he had trust that Lance could tell what a bear looked like, and decided that it was not that. And if it were a bear, why would he be so hesitant and reluctant to share? He even openly admitted to wanting to protect it all the same, in case his listeners wanted to spear it down. Or ‘him,’ as Lance had labelled it. 

Lance was a good guy. 

Keith shakes his head, ridding him of the unwelcome thought. Focus on the monster. Focus on your dwindling career. And do not focus on some… random villager.

Keith tapped his pencil against the page once more, before bringing it up to now tap against his forehead. He reread what he had written– everything Lance had said about that monster, and what his next steps should do. He reread and reread and reread until his eyes strained.

1) Explore the woods himself

He was a bit partial to this idea. Dangerous, but not a bad idea. It’s something he has experience in– searching ‘scary places’ for clues and hints. He usually always turns up empty-handed though, which puts him into a soured mood every single time. If he was going to go though, it’d be best to do it tomorrow, as he was losing daylight. It’s not the smartest idea to be out there late at night yet, just in case there really was a dangerous monster. Or friendly– as Lance had described. He’ll save the late-night expedition for the end of the month, when he has all the information he needs.

2) Go interview more people

His least favorite option. It requires going into town and having to strike up conversations with people, something that Keith is not good at. He’d really like to put that off for as long as possible. Lance was just an anomaly, and even then looked at how that turned out: Lance upset with him, and Keith strangely feeling guilty. But still… if he was going to travel into the forest tomorrow, he’d need to stock up on water and supplies. Maybe he doesn’t need to interrogate people today, but it’s a smart idea to head into town. 

3) Track down Lance and apologize

No.

Keith exhales through his nose, shoving his pencil behind his ear. Well, that settles it. Looks like he’s making a visit to the village. 

–

Keith is used to being on the receiving end of weird looks. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s a strange man, entering small towns where everyone knows each other, only to interview them all on their towns’ scary ghost stories. And then he leaves. That’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it’ll always be. But of course he’d be the talk of the town.

What he’s not used to is receiving kind smiles and greeting waves. When he stepped foot into the heart of the village, only to discover their strangely positive reactions? Safe to say, it made him stop dead in his tracks. He glared back, and they’d advert their eyes in response. It made him feel shitty, but at least he had them off his back for now. It’ll definitely bite him in the ass when he comes to ask them questions, but that’s a future Keith problem. 

Eventually, he stumbles upon the town’s market by complete accident. He squints over the crumbled list in his hand, the one reciting everything he needs, before stalking inside. The bell chimes from above, signalling his entrance, and he winces. The last thing he needs is people noticing him any more. 

Looking around, there’s not many people shopping; It’s scarce enough to where he doesn’t need to worry about engaging in social interactions, which is exactly what he wanted. 

He goes about the store, grabbing what he needs for his trip. Things like a flashlight with extra batteries, a first aid kit, protein bars, and other necessities. He’s halfway through grabbing a collection of paracord, when he feels a hand on his shoulder. Keith does NOT shriek. He stands and spins around, preparing to deck the lights out of whoever is about to attack him. He stops himself when he just sees a harmless man twirling his mustache, his eyes crinkled with a smile.

“Hello there, my good chap!” the man bursts out with enough volume to make Keith wince. “Or, as the kids would say, my ‘skibidi rizz!’”

Keith awkwardly looks away with a grimace. “I… don’t think you’re using that right.”

The man waves him off dismissively. “I definitely am. But anyways! I just wanted to welcome you into town!”

“Oh. uh. Thanks…?” He’s trying really, really, really hard to play nice. Maybe he could get something out of this interaction, like another clue about this monster.  

“So!” the man clasps his hands together. “What can I do you for? Need help with your groceries?”

Keith looks to his list, before looking back to the man. He hadn’t written it down, assuming that this small market wouldn’t have anything like it. But maybe they’d have a motion sensor? The first thought would be a bear trap, but Keith really doesn’t want to hurt any any creature– animal or monster. 

“Well,” Keith squints, trying to read his–... “Wait. Where's your name tag?”

“What? Oh, no!” The man laughs as if Keith told a particularly funny joke. “I don’t work here, silly!”

“Ah,” Keith grimaces, but forces a tense smile. “Right… silly me for assuming…”

“It happens to the best of us! Except me, of course. I am, as the youngins would say, “level 10 gyatt!’”

Keith resists the urge to groan, instead pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, if you excuse me, I need to–”

The man snatches the list straight from Keith’s hands.

“Hey!” Keith growls.

“Ah, looking for some monster hunting gear, are we? Well unfortunately,”The man balls up the paper list and chucks it over his shoulder, wiping his hands clean of it. “they don’t sell any of that here!” 

Keith bristles, preparing to rip this man a new one. Who goes about welcoming someone one second, only to toss out their belongings the next? Where the hell does this man get off? Keith opens his mouth to throw all niceties to the wind and shred this guy into pieces, before pausing. “How did you know?”

“That you were monster hunting? Let’s say a little birdie paid me a visit! Right young man, that one is.”

“Lance?” Of course he would. 

“Right-o! Darn, you’re good.”

Keith rolls his eyes. “Just let me continue shopping, and I’ll be out of your mustache.”

“Didn’t you hear me? I just said they don’t sell your gear here!”

“I have almost all of those items in my cart right now. I just needed to grab the paracord.”

The man deflates. 

Keith continues, “why would you lie? Unless," Keith thinks back to Lance. “...you were protecting the monster, just like lance. Why?”

The man sputters. “Protecting— protecting? The monster? What! You’re crazy! I was just going to say that– I know someone who would give you much better gear! They’d craft it up themself!”

Keith raises an eyebrow, and the man continues. “Seriously! I could take them to you right now! Free of charge!”

Well… admittedly, free gear sounds pretty nice. If it doesn’t work, it’s not like he wasted any money. He can always just come back and buy whatever he needs, just like he originally planned. Not to mention, this would be the perfect opportunity to call out this man on his lie and get answers– he was obviously trying to protect this monster too, no matter what he said afterwards to distract Keith. 

“Okay,” Keith finally relents. “Take me to your friend, uh. Who are you?”

With a flourish of his mustache, the man beams. “Coran.”

[huckleberrykai]

hueningkai ~ pizza lover

pairing: kai x reader summary: sick of playing cat and dog, kai gives you a little push to cross the barrier of best friends to more genre: best friends to lovers ?? implied ?? warnings: hella suggestive, kinda poorly written n short i just got too excited, lots of cocky flirty kai idek what happened word count: 0.6k click here for my masterlist! THANKU ANON FOR SENDING THIS IDEA SENDING U SMOOCHES WITH MY BRAIN U R SO SMART

it wasn't a secret that you and kai liked each other. always teetering on the edge of being self-proclaimed 'mega best friends' or something more. you never talked about it, but you flirted 24/7, slept in each other's beds, and got a little more touchy-feely than most best friends would.

the longing glances were the most obvious. kai's members even pulled him up on it once, trying to get him to just tell you the truth instead of giving you goo goo eyes 24/7. it wasn't like you didn't know already, but it seemed like both of you were just waiting for the other to crack - almost like a game.

one day though, you just couldn't keep your sinful thoughts under wraps, and kai recognised the look on your face immediately. he wasn't just gonna let it slide. he was gonna tease you until you couldn't take it anymore.

in your defence, he'd looked delicious all day. white shirt - maybe a size too small - clinging to his broad, firm body driving you insane the entire day while you were out. you went to the mall since he needed to find a birthday present for his sister, and you had to watch in misery while he reached the high shelves - muscles in his arms rippling as he moved things around to find the item he wanted.

he noticed. of course he did.

he knew he drove you as crazy as you drove him ~ and he decided he was finally gonna make you crack. so the whole day was filled with lingering touches and needlessly moving around - making you watch him push his hair back and move things - thoughts too clouded to even realise he was doing it on purpose.

the nail in the coffin was dinner.

you decided to go back to your apartment since kai claimed the dorms would be too loud and too messy, when really he just wanted to get you alone~

you ordered pizza since it was both of your favourites and he watched you with a smirk as you ran around the kitchen to get some glasses to pour your coke into, looking flustered after watching him lift his shirt to scratch an itch on his tummy. "you okay?" he feigned concerned. "you've been staring an awful lot today... like what you see?" he teased, sitting at the counter and opening the pizza box.

"in your dreams huening."

"no, you're a lot nicer to me in my dreams," he shot you a wink as he tore a piece out of the box and placed it on his plate, keeping eye contact while he licked the sauce off of his thumb.

"you're insatiable," you muttered, pouring you both a drink and grabbing your own slice of pizza.

"but you like me like that no?" he raised an eyebrow and watched you while he took a bite of his pizza, moving his tongue to get the cheese that was falling off. you scoffed, tongue in your cheek. "you're evil."

the two of you ate quietly, listening to the music channel kai had put on the tv when you first got home. your eyes kept wandering to each other, giving the other challenging looks to see who would crack first. he notice your eyes wandering to his lips as he ate, biting the pizza dramatically and licking his lips, staring right into your eyes as he did.

he knew you wouldn't say anything, just as stubborn as ever, and so he gave up, taking matters into his own hands.

"if you want my mouth somewhere else you can just tell me you know?~"

[roseysekaiarchive]

hello! i am sorry if you’ve been asked before but I am curious as to how you did the glitchy gif on your kanade graphics? it looks very nice!

hi! so sorry that this tutorial is going to be a bit rushed, i’m low on spoons but leaving for a trip tomorrow + don’t want to leave you hanging all that time. so! let’s get started:

first thing is to get the two images you want to use. i’m using the untrained and trained versions of kanade’s “the moment the sound becomes clear” card but any two images will work. you can also do more than two images but that’s more work lol

put your first image in the canvas (if you want it to be a specific shape, use a raster mask or clipping mask it) and duplicate it twice, like this

then you double tap the topmost or go to layer > layer style > blending options and see where it says “channels.” unclick the “r” box (you can use the others, too, but the red one gets you the more classic red/blue glitch effect)

then you shift the image around a bit. how much is up to you, but i usually shift this one down and to the right. then you merge that layer down with your other duplicate. there’s your first glitch layer!

now duplicate your bottommost image and repeat the process, this time dragging your glitch in the opposite direction of whatever you did the first time. repeat this whole thing with your second image, and make sure your glitch frames are all in the center of your layers — the top and bottom layers should have no glitch effects whatsoever

now hold shift and select your bottom and top layers, and go to layer > animation > make frames

now we need to fix the timing of our frames. double click your layer to edit the name, and add a comma at the end, followed by a number. exact numbers don’t really matter, but for my base images i typically use between 450 and 475, and for my glitch frames i usually use between 45 and 55.

(make sure you include the comma, because without it you don’t adjust the timing at all.)

then you export as a gif and check the box that says “boomerang” so your gif will loop

you can also adjust the speed if you want to, and if you don’t want your gif to loop then put a 1 in for the repeat section

tada! pretty simple glitch effect. lmk if you have any questions!

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Kissing (4) Masterlist

Links last checked: November 5th, 2024

part one, part two, part three

19 october (my heartbeat matches yours) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: First touches and moments. It’s the same ten years later. Well, almost.

A Piece of Me (ao3) - Sinninghowlter

Summary: Dan is obsessed with Polaroids. Phil loves kissing Dan.

another day (ao3) - wearealldoomed

Summary: “It’s another day in the forever house. It’s been a day since uploading ‘We’re All Doomed’ to the channel that started it all. Dan Howell gets to live another day.”

April Fools (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Dan proposes an April Fools Day prank that he thinks will shock the Internet. But, when it comes time to share it with the world, Phil has second thoughts. There is something he needs to get off of his chest instead.

beneath the milky twilight (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: dan likes kissing phil

click, click, post (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: drip drip dripped in gold

quick quick quick let's go

kiss me and take off your clothes

knew you were perfect after the first kiss

took a deep breath like ooh

Come Clean (ao3) - castrotophic

Summary: Dan thinks Phil might be in love with him, but he's not quite sure how to figure it out.

Doubt and Trust (ao3) - MorningStarshine

Summary: Being at the party had been fine. Stumbling home arm in arm with Phil, that had been the best part. But when kissing started leading to something more, Dan had a bit of a confession to make.

from emo to angel (ao3) - starlightphil (adreaminthedark)

Summary: “Oh my god you did it. Crisis twink era.” “Isn’t it my crisis twunk era at this point? You did a whole thing where you claimed I went through twink death, remember?”

Phil surprises Dan with a new hair color.

I know you, hands under my sweatshirt (ao3) - midorijpg

Summary: or, something something about having bad days and growing up and realizing you don't (completely) fit in couches anymore.

I Like my Men How I Like my Gin and Tonic (ao3) - BREAD2000yeet

Summary: Dan gives a C- blowjob and an receives an A+ handjob emo boys kissing vibes they r in luvv

I missed you so much I dyed the towels green (ao3) - chuuyaswife

Summary: A few of Dan’s shows get cancelled while he’s on the WAD tour so he decides to surprise his boyfriend back home for a few days. Fluffy reunion ensues.

kissing gif (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Meeting Dan is the luckiest he’s ever been. Having him here, on his bed, is a dream come true whether it looks like a sexy Internet gif or not. (A pinof tag about expectations and reality.)

Kiss me (just to kiss me) (ao3) - MorningStarshine

Summary: “I want to have sex with you.”

Phil hadn't been expecting his asexual boyfriend to say that to anyone, him included. But consent is a conversation. Phil just wants Dan to understand that.

kissing time (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil is trying to live his best spherical life, but Dan just wants to smooch :/

Made for Each Other (ao3) - BREAD2000yeet

Summary: Dan and Phil 2009 Halloween YouTube meetup but it's insanely sweet. Based off some of the videos other people uploaded of them standing off alone during it. More emo boys kissing vibes.

one & only (ao3) - daliddl

Summary: Dan just finished his very last We‘re All Doomed show in London and a certain unexpected guest is waiting for him in the dressing room.

one kiss is all it takes (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: A sweet moment between two lovers.

#Phanart A Tumblr Tag (ao3) - xxThanks_Petexx (SadKiwi)

Summary: Phil eats Dan's cereal. Phil sits on tumblr and looks at phanart. They watch the movie Halfblood Prince. Phil calls Dan bear. I still can't write summaries.

Real Phousewives London (ao3) - ciarawilson

Summary: Dan orders a dramatically long robe and uses it to win the idgaf war

routine (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: The scene is as follows: The dining room is empty except for Dan, who sits in front of his computer about to upload We’re All Doomed. There is the lingering smell of fries and dips. Dan is in his pajamas, the Minecraft ones Phil always manages to hog. By the side of his desk, a full cup of cocoa has since lost its steam. It’s also from Phil. “To relax you,” he said.

Dan knows he just made two by accident.

skip all the small talk (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: AU in which Dan and Phil have hated each other for years, but when Dan takes a break and comes back to return to Vidcon, the two get stuck in an elevator together, and Dan learns that maybe he doesn't hate Phil Lester like he thought he did while trapped with him.

slumber party (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan never has been able to resist Phil’s spontaneous ideas, like having a slumber party in their lounge after filming a gaming video. Especially since it means getting to appreciate Phil in those red silk pyjamas.

(Set right after filming the DAPG video, “Getting Deep at the Slumber Party.")

so american (ao3) - ae121

Summary: Phil has been living in London for a year and thinks he's gotten pretty used to the city. He works part-time at a bookstore, using it at first to gain some friends, now it's just fun for him. His friends are constantly trying to find him someone to date, but all of his dates don't go well.

Well, that's until he met Dan.

Stay With Me (ao3) - blehmobile

Summary: Dan and Phil are flatmates, and they occasionally flirt. They agree that it is very normal to bathe with friends. Totally no tension at all.

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Phil (ao3) - castrotophic

Summary: Phil buys a motorcycle. Dan can't decide whether he's horny or upset. Kissing ensues.

the hoodie bow incident (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: they were kissing.

The Real Reason Why (ao3) - maytheday

Summary: The Howell family goes to Mrs. Lester's birthday party, where Dan meets a boy named Phil.

Vampire Moon (ao3) - natigail

Summary: As a werewolf, Phil knew it was foolish to stay out late on the night of a full moon. It was even more foolish to agree to take a walk with Dan who was never up to any good. But Phil couldn't admit to himself that he had a blind spot concerning the vampire, and now he was going to pay for that.

[talltalesandbedtimestories]

|G| |Q| |M| |C| - The ABCs of Julie and Dean (Dean x OFC)

Image created in Canva (pic from SPN Episode “Tombstone” S13)

The ABCs of Julie and Dean | G | Q | M | C |

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC

Explicit Rating

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut 

Word Count: 3056

Some Sunny Day Timeline: 

Follows | H | R | A | E |

Between Chapters 15 and 16 in Part 8, Licence to Love

Prompts used:

GUILTY CONSCIENCE (Random)

QUALITY TIME (Random)

“MAYBE THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.” (Dialogue)

CAR SEX (Scenario)

A/N: Spoilers for the uninitiated: My theory on what the ending would be for the boys before the actual series finale occurred. Dean meets his neighbor, Julie, post-hunting life; this is their story. There’s angst and fluff and smut, and supernatural shenanigans thrive in this version.

Thanks to princessmisery666 for getting the ins and outs of @alphabetquest put together!

Dean channeled Bobby for much of the first week, fixing up what would hopefully be Winchester Auto Body. Many grumbles and mumbles. “Aw, hell” was in high rotation.

And all that was before he’d even started fully contemplating the wallet-busting aspect of the supplies and tools he’d need as a full-fledged car mechanic. This was merely cleaning up the lobby/customer-facing portion of the shop. Spackling, installing drywall, replacing cracked tiles, slapping primer on the walls, and staring at paint swatches as he decided what a customer might want to stare at in his own goddamn garage. Like he was Martha Fucking Stewart LARPing as Bobby Singer.

“Don’t even have the common sense God gave a gnat,” Dean chastised himself. He knelt beside the counter he was repairing. “You had to go and make the thing shorter than you needed. Could’ve at least had another go if the wood was too goddamn long. Idjit.” He flung the two-foot piece of lumber across the floor. It skidded to the end of the room and clapped against the wall.

The entrance door unlocked, distracting him from his stellar self-flagellation (of which he knew Bobby would have been proud) for a moment. The door opened, its overhead bell jangled, and Julie scurried inside. A cold burst of air whooshed in before the door clicked closed. 

An oversized, sagging shopping bag dangled from her gloved hand. By the fullness of it, Dean imagined she had gotten a decent amount of groceries. Bundled in winter wear from head to toe, Julie’s pink cheeks rose with a smile when her gaze landed on Dean. “Hey, did you get my text messages?”

Dean pointed to the door leading to what would eventually be the garage/repair area. “Phone’s in the car.” He took his time and pulled himself to his feet with an audible grunt. Worn-out knees creaked, joints grinded and popped. Reminders of his age were hard to escape. 

She pulled off her hat and rested the bag on the counter. “Do you know what time it is?” The gloves came off next.

“Watch is also in the car.” Dean nodded to the thick craft paper covering the two small windows in the lobby. “I lost track of the last time I saw sunlight peeking through those.”

The last of her layers were removed, everything piled on the only chair in the room. Julie stepped back toward Dean, asking, “Do you know what day it is?”

“It’s Thursday, sweetheart. No recent concussions to speak of. Why all the questions?”

She scooted in close, wrapped arms around his waist. “It’s your birthday.”

The side of Dean’s mouth lifted. “I thought…”

“I did forget. With everything going on…” she trailed off.

Dean didn’t have to be reminded of what Julie was going through.

“Anyway, I saw mom this afternoon and she asked me what I was making you special for dinner. I’m so sorry, Dean.” She lifted on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“Brigida’s in the hospital, and you're apologizing to me?” Dean shook his head.

“Well, the good news is they’ve gotten her hydrated, and her blood sugar is better. She should get released tomorrow. I’ll have alarms on her phone reminding her to eat and drink like clockwork. I’ll call her every hour if I have to. Doesn’t matter if she’s stressed out; she better take care of herself and stop worrying about everything.”

“So, you can do all the worrying, then?”

Julie side-eyed his question. Dean knew better than to push. Brigida’s recent stress had come from her youngest, Joe, almost three thousand miles away in San Francisco. Julie and Brigida called him with the magic gene pool information less than a week ago. 

Dean had been off-camera for Julie and Brigida's conversation with Joe. Dean wanted to intervene, to try and explain, but Julie waved him back. She needed him for support, not to come to her rescue… this time. 

Joe’s relationship with his father had been fractured before the news; during the video chat, he made it clear he wanted nothing to do with the man who had put his mother, sister, wife, and sons at risk with selfish and unilateral choices. Then, there was the real backstory of Sam and Dean Winchester. 

The final straw was finding out that Julie and Brigida knew about supernatural threats while visiting with his family during Christmas and had kept all that from him. Not being provided the knowledge to protect those who meant the world to him could not be quickly glossed over. He didn’t know when he would want to talk to his sister or mother, but he’d be the one to reach out if he did. He ended the call with an abrupt goodbye, cutting off a pleading Brigida.

Brigida had crumpled in Dean’s arms after the rebuff by her son. She was inconsolable for days. The emotional turmoil and self-neglect, especially forgetting to keep up with her medications, resulted in dizziness. She’d fainted in the kitchen one morning while a neighbor visited. An ambulance had been called, and the emergency responders rushed her to the nearest hospital. 

Dean’s heart ached for everyone involved. The circumstances reminded him of the rift decades ago between his father and brother. The phantom prickle of Sam’s palpable anger could still make Dean shiver. Sam had been justified in the ire felt against those closest to him. The youngest in the Winchester line hadn’t been trusted -deemed not strong enough- to handle family secrets. Though they didn’t speak of it as often now, Dean knew Sam never got over the what-ifs that could have prevented Jessica’s tragic death. 

Now, Julie was stuck in the middle of it all, as Dean had been. She confided in him when they were alone after the call. She didn’t want to lose her brother. What if she wasn’t the only one in the Cuore bloodline with this natural witchcraft affinity? What if her nephews exhibited abilities later on and needed guidance, and Joe still wanted nothing to do with the family?

Dean pushed her to contact Sam as often as she needed. Sam had offered to be her magic hotline, and he’d meant it. He understood what Julie was going through more than Dean ever could. Sam was ecstatic about mentoring a natural witch (who happened to be Dean’s fiance). He was nose-deep into spell research and supernatural history again.  

Dean guessed that Julie believed that this was somehow all her fault and that it was her job to find a way to fix it. He’d tried to stay clear of witch talk. He had a hard enough time being objective and finding the silver lining in all this himself at times. Confiding in Sam might ease her into believing she could make it right, whatever that meant.

“Anyway…” Julie trailed off. “I went to that bakery over on Union Street that you like.” She opened the bag and pulled out one clear plastic container after another, each filled with a slice of pie, and placed them in a neat row for Dean’s perusal. Each printed label advertised a different, delectable flavor, twelve in total. Apple. Cherry. Blueberry. Pecan. Pumpkin. Banana Cream. Lemon Meringue. Key Lime. Peach. Shoo-Fly. Strawberry. Chocolate Cream. Two large bottles of water were excavated from the bottom of the bag, followed by pairs of forks and spoons from Julie’s fancy silverware, and a stack of napkins. “Happy Birthday.”

Dean surmised if Julie couldn’t find a way to fix her family at the moment, she made it her mission to fix forgetting Dean’s birthday. “Looks like we got work to do.” Dean licked his lips and wiped his hands over the denim covering his thighs.

Julie smiled, proud and encouraging.

*

Pie sampling was a methodical job. Dean was up to the task. And he couldn’t think of a better way to catch up on much-needed quality time with Julie. They’d both been way too busy and distracted. 

He and Julie hunched over the counter, opposite sides, jabbing at flaky crust and scooping a glorious bite in every forkful. Spoons were used occasionally for rogue cream or fruit filling. They’d sometimes take turns feeding each other, but Julie spent more time staring at Dean than eating.

“Watching you eat is like watching a force of nature, you know.” She chuckled.

“I’m glad I can amuse you while enjoying myself.” Dean didn’t care how many crumbs flew out of his mouth as he spoke. “Win, win.”

“More like amaze me.” Julie’s eyes widened, and she shook her head, stabbing a piece of apple with her fork.

Dean lifted the cherry pie container to his nose and inhaled the sweet and tart scent. “I’m amazed. This is one of the best birthdays ever.”

A wistful smile crept over Julie’s lips. “I hoped to do a little better, celebrating your birthday with you for the first time.”

“Did you not hear the ‘one of the best birthdays ever’ part?” Dean chewed, slow and purposeful, savoring the bright cherry flavor bursting in his mouth.

Julie straightened and downed a gulp of water. “A little over a month ago you went all out for my birthday. It was so sweet and thoughtful.”

Dean beamed. “It was pretty awesome.”

She nodded and waved her hands over the counter in presentation. “Well, I wanted to do more than this. I had something planned,” she began. Dean perked up at the leading statement. “And if mom does come home tomorrow morning, and I can get Jack to stay with her, I’m hoping it can still happen. So, no work this weekend, okay?”

“No work this weekend,” Dean repeated. He loved that Julie had so much faith in Jack. To be fair, he did seem to be a better person sitter than Cas. Brigida adored Jack and vice versa, so it wouldn’t be a tough sell.

Julie glanced around the room. “Picked a color yet?”

Dean groaned and filled his mouth with silky smooth chocolate cream.

“It’s really coming along, baby,” Julie added. “You’re doing great.” Her gaze halted at the trucker hat hanging on a solitary wall hook. “I haven’t seen that before.”

Dean stood tall and sipped at his water bottle. “One of Bobby’s. Garth gave it to me a couple of years back.”

Julie scrunched her eyes. “What’s it say?”

“Singer Salvage.”

“Oh,” Julie confirmed her understanding with one word. She’d been told many stories about Bobby. “He’d be proud of ya, Dean.”

“That grumpy old man was always proud of Sam and me. No matter how crazy we drove him. Lucky to have him around for the time we did.” He stared at the worn and stained logo of Singer Salvage. His mind's eye pictured the stern blue eyes and frown accompanying that very hat hundreds of times. 

Dean cleared his throat and decided to tackle the Lemon Meringue next. He needed something with a bit of zing to zip him out of the bittersweet memory that had crept up in the conversation.

Julie wiped her mouth and hands with a bunch of napkins, then tossed them into the empty bag. “I might have another gift for you tonight if you’re up for it.” She smirked.

He knew what that smirk meant. “I’m listening.” He offered his best sultry grin in return.

“I seem to recall you mentioning there was a birthday gift I could give you that might even top this.”

Dean pondered but came up blank. He shrugged, hating his failing memory. “This is a serious problem.”

She frowned. “What?”

“The fact that you remember practically everything I say and I can’t,” he mumbled.

Julie giggled.

“I give.”

“Well, we’ve got everything to make it happen right here. Baby.” She pointed to the door leading to the garage. “Me.” She sipped a bit more water and raised a brow. “And, a piece of pie you haven’t sampled yet tonight.”

Dean placed both hands on the counter, bracing himself at the realization. “Yeah?”

Julie nodded with a grin.

His brain kicked into overdrive. “Give me a couple minutes.” He bolted into the back and returned to give Julie the sweetest smile he could. “Bring that slice of cherry pie, too, please. That’ll be my dessert after dessert.” He lifted both shoulders and attempted a puppy dog plea, “Unless you wanna try…”

She raised a hand. “I draw the line at baked goods down there, Dean.”

He shrugged, still giddy. “Fair enough.”

*

Damn. He was getting old.

It should have been a phenomenal time. If only his forty-something-year-old body had not decided that tonight was the perfect time to stage a protest against the car sex scenario he’d been promised.

He tried to make things comfortable and worthy of Julie in advance. There’d been factors that he could control. With the absence of working overhead lights in the garage, he’d positioned his camping lantern atop a workbench. The lantern bathed Baby’s hood in a yellow firefly glow that trickled in past the windshield.

The drafty garage door was a useless barricade from the frigid January temperature. The back room felt like a walk-in freezer. He’d pulled out Julie’s gift of a flannel throw from the trunk and laid it onto the backseat. He hoped they could overcome the chill with some hot and heavy making out.

He’d popped in one of his “smooth moves” mix tapes from decades ago to set the mood. Julie shivered in his arms as they settled into Baby. Cold tips of noses and fingers eventually warmed with continued groping. They wriggled out of shoes and sneakers and rubbed their socked feet against each other.

Dean slotted between Julie’s legs, their bodies contorting to fit in the cramped space. Julie raised knees. Dean angled hips. One of his legs bent to sink into the footwell. They chuckled their way through the awkwardness, apologizing for an elbow to a neck or not sexy, unintentional hair pulling.

Julie’s kisses were the real magic, building with intensity and passion, clinging to his lips, chasing them as he struggled to get comfortable. He’d stripped her from the waist down and clunked the top of his skull more than once on the headliner. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled.

“Are you alright?” Julie asked, teeth chattering, behind a grin.

“Yeah,” he huffed, his breath fogging in the cold. He pushed away the reflexive instinct to shake a salt circle around Baby. “Maybe this was a bad idea. Was gonna ask you to ride my face, but I might make you come so hard you’ll give yourself a concussion.”

Julie crowed. “Thanks for looking out for me, lover.”

“Always safety first, darlin’.” With as much care as he could, he swung a complete 180, climbed over her supine frame, and positioned his knees on either side of her head.

Her pussy radiated heat. He licked at the slit, lapping up her excitement with complete indulgence. She may not have been as sweet as chocolate cream, but she was all silky slick and melted like meringue against his tongue.

She moaned in encouragement, hips lifting to meet his eager feasting. He spread her wide, arms wrapping around thighs, hands tucked under her knees to hold them up and aloft.

Julie palmed at the bulge in his jeans. He groaned against her pink, wet flesh. The tip of his nose nudged into building arousal while his lips suckled on her clit.

He’d wanted to see how many times he could make her orgasm that night with his tongue and fingers. But the sudden cramp in his neck fast-tracked his plans. He eased off, instead flicking her clit with fingers in that quick trigger way he knew would make her come. And she did, calling out his name. He praised her right before his back began to seize. It had been a mad scramble to swing himself around to topple chest to chest onto Julie. “Fuckin’ back,” he clicked his teeth together and hissed in air.

She oofed and held onto him while he grunted at the pain and interruption. He nuzzled into the space where her neck and shoulder met, his cheek resting against her wild mane of hair.

“It’s okay,” she heaved out a sated breath. “I promise to take care of you when we’re home in bed. We can rest here as long as you need, baby.” She ran her hands up and down Dean’s spine.

Dean shifted and a dull pain throbbed in his lower back. “I hate getting old.”

Fingers carded through his hair for about a minute. “You know, getting old means you’ll be spending all that time with me.”

Dean attempted a chuckle that wouldn’t cause more pain. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re gonna love having to deal with shit like this.”

“I want all of it, Dean. Good and bad. Not like I’m gonna make it a cake walk for you, either.”

“You’re more like a pie sampler,” he hummed.

Julie giggled, chest fluttering under him. She quieted down after a few seconds. Her breathing regulated. It sounded like she was already drifting off, which knowing her, was highly plausible. “Did you make a wish yet?” she asked on a soft exhale.

“Huh?”

“Make a birthday wish,” she urged in a dreamy tone.

“Hm.” He felt his body begin to relax. “I wish I’d met you when I was younger, when I was in my prime. I could have really rocked your world.”

“Dean, you’ve rocked my world a hundred times.” Yeah, Dean could tell she was seconds away from a nap.

He shrugged. “Well, car sex would not have been this difficult when I was younger.”

“Well, in that case, I wish I’d met you when you were younger, too.”

Dean counted in his head. Sure enough, before he got to 30, Julie started snoring.

“That’s gotta be some kind of record,” he whispered, wondering how she could possibly be comfortable under his weight. But he stilled and listened to her breathing. He’d give her a few minutes, then muddle through the pain and crawl out of the backseat if he had to. He’d leave Baby here and let Julie drive him home tonight.

Julie mumbled something. He was sure she was speaking Italian.

“Vorrei… incontrato… eri giovane.”

Dean’s eyes grew heavy, and he succumbed to sleep.

Read the Next Part Here.

[aforgeofdreams]

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[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 360: That was Then, This is Now, p12

What remained of the upstairs apartment door swings open and crashes into the wall with a sharp >bang< as the two Others enter, say hello to the two receptionists who are with him.

“Bianca, Sammi hi he-“

“Crikey Aubs what the fuck?”

“Y-yeah someone broke in and-”

“And Jesus are you leaking?”

“N-no, uh, that’s just his, uh-”

“Thanks Aubrey we’ll take it from here.”

“b-but-“

“It’s okay, really.”

“Yeah, Olivia sent us. So piss off.”

“She wanted us to come up and take care of him…”

Lights are flickering overhead.

“We’ve got tits, too. See?”

“…and she’s the boss, right?”

The red haired woman’s voice is full of something powerful.

“R-right.”

“You should probably go too, Nadia.”

“Right.”

Two young women exit, leaving two behind with him. A door closes. 

They crouch down, one on either side. They study his face, his eyes moving in dream behind half-closed lids. The redhead reaches out, holds them open, gazes deep into him….

“Do you see what’s happening in there?”

“It’s, like, some kind of wonky protective charm.”

“Yep. But we can fix that.”

The redhead’s two hands go to his temples. Lights flicker anew as she begins to tap his skull with her fingernails: <clickety-clickety-click> The whites of his eyes change color as something fuchsin runs through their veins. 

"You saw what was happening in there? That was then. Let’s show him now."

“Haha bonkers. But Emily said-“

“Shut up. Now give him a kiss...”

…

I felt an immediate chill. The room, everything around me suddenly felt strange, a little different, certainly a little colder as my front desk girl, Aubrey, abruptly released me from her comforting embrace. I blushed, having just been held to her full young bosom, and noticed that the shadows in the office seemed deeper, and longer. Static crackled over the big band tunes coming from my new RCA desktop radio, and I saw there was a crack in one of my office windows…and it was growing. The girls, my medical assistants, had checked me out, making sure I hadn’t hurt myself moving that vending machine. Now that I think about it, how on earth had I done that? 

Lakshmi, Josie, Amelia - and is that Marisela? She’s wearing so much makeup - surrounded me. Someone was pouring me a whisky from my servette and another was now playing with the radio unit, changing channels, looking for the news. 

Something was about to happen.  Knock knock sweetie..! called a familiar voice from the door. Bodies around me shifted, away, and I looked to see-

Melissa!

Haha w-wow look at you! I said from behind the small crowd of women, someone less assured than I would have blushed from hearing the shaking in my voice. I was sure it was nothing to worry about. Always dressed to the nines for the office, Melissa naturally drew all eyes to her. She took my breath away, actually. You look like the b-bee’s knees! I said. 

Oh thank you sweetie! she sang, feigning a blush at my compliment as she stood in the doorway of the room. My girlfriend - how long had we been seeing one another? - was a real looker. A tall drink of water, for sure - almost as tall as me! And the figure on her? The knockers and those gams? Wow! She wore high heels and had my coffee, my morning joe, steaming hot and hopefully just as I liked it: black! 

She came in, the <click-clack-click> of her high heels echoing strangely loud, staccato against the new linoleum of my office floor. Is that a new dress, doll? I asked as I stood for the lady, obviously impressed with her appearance. Who wouldn’t be? 

<clickety-click-click> Really loud. Weird. When she reached me we were eye-to-eye; in fact haha in those heels she was a bit taller. You look like a m-million bucks. 

Take a picture, dreamboat, she purred in a private whisper, reaching to straighten my tie, her sparkling eyes on mine and a curl to her smile, it’ll last longer. 

I couldn’t help it, my eyes dropped down to her tits. Cleavage bulged above the neckline of her blue, polka-dot dress and I got a whiff of her Chanel N-…Huh. No…was she wearing something new? Whatever it was, the flowery scent gave me an immediate boner! That, and it reminded me of, wow, what we’d been doing in bed together recently. Those words she’d started using with me when we were alone, in the dark: ‘good boy’, ‘my little man’, ‘mama’s baby’…

Wow, she was really sumpthin’ else...

Eyes up here, tiger, she giggled softly, and took a step back to let me watch her set her shoulders, making sure to keep my interest. Here’s your coffee, boss, she continued, interrupting my reverie and sudden lapse of composure. Now the whole room was watching us. I put a little milk in it this morning for you, to help the tummy, she told me.

Oh, um, thanks, I replied, looking around awkwardly as the girls around me giggled. Something strange was happening.

Now, I heard something about you being very brave. Is that right? Melissa cooed, taking a step forward back towards me. Instinctively, for some reason, I took a step back.

Oh yes, Marisela chimed in, an acerbic edge to her voice I hadn’t heard earlier, You should have seen it. Dr. Jay pulled a vending machine right off of Mr. Kowalczyk. Had Marisela always been this <gulp> busty? Her black blouse had…wow, someone should tell her…popped a button. Or maybe three...

He was brave, very brave, Lakshmi cooed. Oh my gosh the way she swung her hips.

You would have been so proud, chimed in Josie.

Oh I am proud, I am so proud of our big, strong man, Melissa crowed indulgently, our brave boy.

Our knight in shining armor! Aubrey offered.  So brave, Lakshmi cooed.

The girls crept closer to me, surrounding me from all sides. They were praising me, but it didn't feel like praise. It felt like…something else.

So fucking brave, drawled Amelia.

This was weird, right? Something was slipping away from me, and it felt like my authority. I was the man here! I had to take control! And I couldn’t let that lapse in office propriety go. 

P-Please watch your language? I spoke to Amelia, wincing when I heard my voice crack, unsettled by the lack of conviction I heard in it. Amelia’s breasts seemed larger as well, larger than I remembered. Looking at them made me feel somehow smaller, and like I shouldn’t have dared to discipline her. 

Her long nails began to tap in rhythm on the desk. <clickety-clickety-click> <clickety-clickety-click>

Melissa had stepped up to me, and now grabbed me by the tie. She pulled me in for a kiss - wow, what a kiss! - that sent electric shocks all the way down to my toes. It even made the lights in the room hum and flicker! My eyes rolled in my head as her tongue took over my mouth. Someone had made sure my desk chair was right behind me and good thing because when Melissa released me my legs gave out and I fell backwards into it. 

The girls had begun to clap, again. <clap clap clap!> Why? What?

<clap clap clap!>

From my chair I looked up at Melissa.

Do I look taller from down there? she asked. 

Wh-what?

<clickety-clickety-click>

I know you like tall girls, she pressed, and I asked: do I look taller from way…down…there?

She inched forward a bit, peering down her nose at me. She’d begun to take hold of the hem of her short skirt. S-something strange was happening.

<clap clap clap!>

<clickety-clickety-click!>

Taller? Melissa continued, Bigger?

<clap clap clap!> wh-where is that coming from?

She began to turn around…

Let me show you how big I’ve gotten, sweetie, she purred, slowly lifting her skirts and bending over at the waist, how big I am now, back here…

M-Melissa w-w-wait! I sputtered, what are you d-???

My voice froze and I gasped as it came into view. Fucking Jesus Christ what’s happened?!? It was huge!

<clap clap clap clap clap clap>

<clickety-clickety-click>

I heard Melissa giggle and she put her hands down on the desk, cocked her mountainous hips up, towards me. Her frilly skirt was bundled about her waist. She was not wearing panties. 

Stand up. Show us how much of a man you are. 

<clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap…>

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[pinketine]

It's like. Rap has a lot of homophobia. And rap is a genre that's mostly black people, mostly influenced by black culture, and there's a lot of history and nuance and delicacy about homophobia in black communities that's hard to unravel. But the bottom line is that rap (and r&b by extension), has a lot of homophobia in it. And it's hard to be black and queer. You end up feeling shunned either way.

One of the first notable cases of rappers calling it out was Kanye West in 2005. And it meant a lot to a lot of queer kids who loved hip hop, especially black ones.

And Frank Ocean coming out, even if I wasn't there for it at the time, meant even more. The guy who made a classic album like Channel Orange was bisexual. He was black and his first love was a man and when you go back and listen to Bad Religion it all just clicks together a little bit more. He says his coming out word doc was hard to write in 2011 but only posted it in 2012 months later. Because it's so hard.

And it wasn't just Frank Ocean either. After years of edgy lyrics and shock factor and some slight undertones at something else, Tyler the Creator released Flower Boy and it was so. Vulnerable. His albums had always had some level of vulnerability to them but this was different. On Where This Flower Blooms... he says "tell these black kids they can be who they are" and I wish I was joking about the level of emotion I felt when hearing it for the first time. As a black kid, you often feel so constricted by the expectation that you should act black, God forbid you get called an oreo or a coconut. And after that, he kept being openly bi on his following albums and he's so casual about it that it just feels. Good. To see. That it's normal.

Lil Nas X is so bold. He was so brave and so bold and I smiled to myself every time my parents complained. And I admired it so much. It was very very cathartic. I wish he wasn't attacked so much by his own communities, and while his clapbacks are fun and tongue in cheek, it makes me sad they even had to be made. But it still feels so good seeing him do his thing, happily.

And it just keeps on happening, Steve Lacy, Kevin Abstract, Syd, even more that I cannot think of rn and I'm so happy that it's like that now. More rappers and r&b singers come out, some in casual ways, others in not, but they all keep coming back to how hard it is to be black and queer, like they're two identities that are inherently compatible when they really shouldn't be. But it's getting better, even if it's slow. And it feels so good to feel represented by the music I listen to as a black kid. Argh. Rap is built on rebellion and the queerness fits into it just right, I think.

[jamieroxxartist]

​(Episode #1455) Adam Michael Allison (Americana Rock Songwriter f:/ Nashville. TN)

Pop Art Painter Jamie Roxx (www.JamieRoxx.us) welcomes Adam Michael Allison (Americana Rock Songwriter f:/ Nashville. TN) to the Show! 

(Click to go there) ● WEB: www.adammichaelallison.com ● FB: @adammichaelallison ● IG: @adammichaelallison ● YT: www.youtube.com/channel/UCUv5o6MjmJWwklOpCtbK6mw ● Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5F5FM7Cv8afXu2uIHCXHjB

Adam Michael Allison is a storyteller, collaborator, and passionate musician whose journey is defined by resilience and reinvention. As a 20-year-old, Adam had the rare opportunity to sign a label deal, launching him into the music industry with all the momentum and excitement of a rising star. However, as the industry faced dramatic shifts in the early 2000s, his journey took an unexpected turn. The sudden halt in his music career was a humbling moment, but one that gave Adam the chance to explore a new path.

Leveraging his sharp intellect and drive, Adam transitioned into the business and technology world, quickly rising into executive leadership roles. Along the way, he built companies and became a mentor to artists, songwriters, and producers, teaching them not only to create better art but also to find sustainable ways to continue making music that mattered to them. Adam’s unwavering belief in the power of collaboration has been a cornerstone of his work, inspiring those around him to dream bigger and create smarter.

Yet, music was always calling. After years of mentoring others, Adam began to hear a common question from the artists and producers he worked with: “Why aren’t you doing this?” Taking that to heart, Adam returned to the music world with a renewed sense of purpose. In May 2023, he released his album Details, marking his reemergence onto the music scene. Since then, Adam has been building momentum, recently finishing two EPs recorded at the renowned DeadBird Studios in Chattanooga, TN, set to release in 2025.

Adam Michael Allison is more than a musician; he is a creative leader who understands the power of connection, collaboration, and authenticity. His journey is a testament to the belief that it’s never too late to chase what matters most. With new music on the horizon, Adam continues to inspire others to embrace their voice, live authentically, and create something unforgettable.

● Media Inquiries: Brian Mohr EVP of A&R EVP of Artist Management  Curtain Call Records www.curtaincallrecords.com

[marleyybluu]

Friend Request

Fezco O'Neil x f!black!OC (Jackie Brown)

Word count: 1.4k

Content warning: swearing, mentions of marijuana use, pothead terms, a bit of self-insert, another awkward ending (?) you should know me by now, probably spelling mistakes, a bit rushed idk

A/N: I don't think I wrote any specific descriptions of the OC being black but that's how I picture her and in future chapters, she will be described as such anyway.

Yes I named her Jackie Brown while listening to Jackie Brown lol

look how pretty he is

Jackie doesn't have a lot of friends, she was lucky for the two that she did have in her life, however, one moved out of the city and the other one is usually busy with her husband and kids. Now she felt like she was back at square one. She wasn't good at this. Which sounded stupid because she was twenty-three, what adult doesn't know how to make fucking friends? But it was harder than a lot of people thought.

If Jackie made friends it was usually from school or small social gatherings that her friends would usually drag her to, and help her get out of her "bubble" but now she didn't have that anymore. So what was she supposed to do?

Her life was getting boring, it was dull, all she did was work at the diner downtown and come home just to roll up and smoke. Even smoking by herself was getting boring. She needed company, she thought she could cruise through life on her own but she needed a companion— someone to vent to and laugh with, someone she could cry to and go to the movies with.

She sighed lighting her freshly rolled joint, her head lolled back onto the couch as she blew out a thin puff of air. Frank Ocean's channel ORANGE album quietly playing in the background. And even with the music, it was too quiet. Her mind wandered, thinking, if there are dating apps... shouldn't there be friendship... apps?

Well, now she was curious. Jackie picked up her phone, clicking on the App Store, her fingers typing in 'friendship apps'

This is so stupid.

She scrolled as a lot of them were catered more to friends with benefits and random hookups. And then she found one.

F•R•I•E•N•D•S™️

She laughed through her nose, the title reminding her of the show Friends. She says 'fuck it' as she clicks download and it's only seconds before the tiny icon is on her home screen. The process for signing up is the same as any other app, you put your name, and age, fill in a bio (if you so choose) and upload a picture or two or three of yourself. Her joint rested between her lips as she concentrated her fingers on the keyboard putting in her information.

Jackie Brown, 23. Just lookin' for a smoke buddy.

She cringed at the weak advertisement that was her bio but it would have to do for now, it was time to pick a few photos. She swiped through her album, though it wasn't a dating app and her pictures technically didn't require any effort, she still wanted to select her best ones. After intense searching, she chose three that felt explained her personality well and also made her look good. She shook her head at herself.

This is so stupid.

But she clicked 'done' and was brought to a mini tutorial on how to use the app. Press the plus sign when you want to add them or the 'x' when you don't and their profile will vanish into the abyss. And so, for the next ten minutes, that's what she did. She added a lot of people, men and women, but mostly women. She got a lot of matches out of them and a few of the girls seemed genuine, the men though...ew, to them this was just another hookup app and she received a few unsolicited pictures and lewd messages right off the bat, not even a 'hi' or 'hello' first. Typical.

Her joint was done, one last drag and she flicked the end onto the concrete, smushing it with her foot. She scrolled and swiped, clicked and responded to messages in her time outside on her swinging bench. The cool night breeze brushing her bare legs sent a shiver through her body but she didn't really mind it, this was the best time to smoke and be outside, the cold let her know Autumn was near. Ugh, her favourite season.

She hummed along to the music that was still playing in the background, blowing raspberries, her thumb starting to tire at her mindless scrolling until the pad of her thumb stopped on one guy's profile;

Fezco, 25. I regret downloading this.

She let out a slight titter at his bio because she had the same feeling. She went through his photos. He was cute. Sky blue eyes that could hypnotize you, freckles scattered all over his face, he sported a buzz cut and from certain angles, she noticed a scar starting at his hairline and ending just above his ear and oddly enough it completed his look. He had a ginger-coloured beard and in the very few photos where he smiled, she noticed a little gap in his teeth which, again, was cute.

Jackie didn't know what it was but she couldn't pass him by, fingers crossed in hopes that he wasn't a weirdo like the others, she sent him a friend request.

She looked upper left corner of her phone and noticed the time, it was nearing 1 a.m, she silently thanked the gods that she didn't start work until 4 p.m. but cursed them in the same breath that she'd be the one closing. She turned off her phone and shoved it in her pocket. She headed inside and locked her patio door, her feet pattered against the hardwood floors of her home. She turned off all the lights and headed upstairs. She yawned, the Indica starting to kick her ass.

She quickly brushed her teeth and swished around some mouthwash, and finally, she was in her cozy bed. She set an alarm, no doubt she wouldn't wake up until early afternoon. Before closing her eyes she plugged in her phone, the bright screen causing her to squint as she looked at a notification.

Fezco accepted your friend request. Click to chat. 2min ago.

Fezco sent you a message. 1min ago.

Redd felt a weird sensation in her chest, spreading down to her stomach. Her thumb wandered over the notification debating whether to click it or call it a night but her faded state made her mind up for her.

Fezco: What's up, Miss Jackie Brown? Is the position for a smoking buddy filled yet?

She smiled softly.

Jackie: Eh, there's still room for one more.

Fezco: Any strain in particular?

Were they really about to have a whole conversation about weed strains?

Jackie: I'm not picky, I just smoked some Girl Scout Cookies.

Fezco: Oh shit, okay. Well if you're serious about a smoking buddy, I could have a blunt with your name on it. If you're cool with that.

She found herself... giggling?

Jackie: Yeah I'm cool with that.

There was a small pause, three dots popped up indicating he was typing his reply but suddenly they disappeared, then reappeared and disappeared. Her mouth twisted figuring out what she'd say, this is what she hated the most, she ran out of conversation material quickly.

Jackie: Why are you still on here if you regret downloading it so much?

Fezco: Uh, I'm not really good at making friends. It's just me, and my girl Rue... but then she got a girlfriend and I don't see her much anymore.

Jackie: Omg me too!😂

Suddenly, she wasn't sleepy anymore, her conversation with this Fezco guy was keeping her wide awake. Her fingers tapped aimlessly as she answered and asked questions, this was the easiest way she'd ever gotten to know anyone, hiding behind a screen was her forte and she was thriving right now.

Jackie: So... his name is Ashtray? For real?

Fezco: lol yeah. I don't know, he always had his hand in our grandma's ashtray, so she stuck him with the name.

She couldn't lie to herself, it was a pretty cool name. She checked the time, now it was nearing 4 a.m. What the fuck. She yawned, her eyelids quickly weighing down with repressed slumber.

Jackie: It's late man, I got work tomorrow and I'm not trynna fall asleep on the clock lol

Fezco: No worries ma, you go make your money.

Jackie: Hm, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Fezco: I'll be here.

Jackie: Goodnight.

Fezco: Night.

She finally turned off her phone and placed it on her nightstand, she turned on her side and got in a comfortable position to sleep in. Her eyes closed and the corner of her mouth twitched, forming into a small smile. She felt a bit of pride for finally making a friend.

I've decided to keep writing for Fez, I like him too much and I like writing about him too much to just close it. Plus I was reminded that it's just the character I'm not actually writing about/for Angus. So I will continue to write for my favourite freckled boy.

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peace and love, see you in the next one.

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