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for @milleroptimism, from here. ♡

❝ of course. why would i make that assumption, with that look you've been giving me? ❞ joan is amused, more than anything. this young woman is interesting, that much she can already tell. she lets out a quiet chuckle, pointing towards the empty seat in front of her with a warm smile. ❝ how generous of you. i feel like, in that case, i am legally obliged to at least buy you a drink, hmm? why don't you join me? seeing neither of us are into age gaps. ❞ an eyebrow is raised as she sips her glass of wine. she's very clearly teasing the girl, but it's all in a friendly and good-natured way. she's pretty, and funny. joan is day drinking, alone. what could possibly be the harm?

[takes1]

HI I LOVE UR WRITING

can i req a fic for iwa :000 maybe reader comes w him to the gym and he can clearly see her blushing at him workin out n his body 😔 the rest can be up to u :))

iwaizumi hajime x reader mutual gym thirst

hi!!! thank you so much!! really liked this idea :) i used his timeskip interest to help with some structure here, but i hope i got enough right!

warnings. sfw-ish, thirsty info. iwa's hot bod / charged staring / mutual crushing / questionable touching / will-they-won't-they kinda vibe / oikawa being a nuisance / oikawa moving things along / athletic!reader / injured!reader / 1.4k words haikyuu collection. more here! more links. my ao3. masterlist. requests open!

You never once thought of what your school gym's layout could really do for you before this afternoon.

There was absolutely no reason to, until a certain tall, dark, and handsome brute took a liking to the power rack in front of the treadmill you were tied to for the next half-hour.

Part of your training plan required 40 monotonous minutes of incline walking- so a longer variation of the tried-and-true 12-3-30 became your new ritual after your team's practice. Shin splits weren't going to go away on their own, after all.

So, you and your defective shins were already married to this spot. When he walked his beefy ass to a spot so ideal for watching, you couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

This light dusting of shame didn't stop your eyes from wandering, though. You were too tired from a long practice and longer physical therapy to truly keep your gaze glued to the numbers on the screen.

That near-pornographic muscle-tee he wore at least twice a week was in rotation today.

It was soaked through; light blue now dark, from the cardio that he just finished outside with his partner and current spotter.

"Come ooon, you can get that up," Oikawa smirked, knowing damn well he needed to help Iwa get the bar racked.

He laughed at his friend's shaky struggle, himself even surprised when the bar slammed against the metal holds.

"Fucking prick," Iwa grumbled with very little air in his lungs.

The dark tone on his tongue raised your brow. You looked at the ceiling with a big exhale to get the thoughts out of your head.

This crush was much more manageable when it was confined to passing glances in the hall.

He was panting as he sat up. You looked back down just in time to watch him remove his useless, sticky shirt.

Sure, the hip-deep slits down the sides didn't leave so much to the imagination, but this was still so much better.

You bit the inside of your cheek and squeezed your eyes shut to keep from making any ridiculous faces, but the image of his bouncy chest and twitchy, heavy biceps were burned into your eyelids.

They had to switch out the weight between turns, so when he took the side of the rack closest to you, you were able to stare at his working back muscles without any repercussions. It was akin to crashing ocean waves between his shoulder blades. He set a plate gently onto the floor.

His skin glistened in the moody lighting. The veins in forearms were plump with effort.

"You feeling okay, (Y/n)?"

Oikawa gave an all-too-knowing grin at you when you locked eyes with him.

Heat crept up your neck- as if you needed to feel any hotter- and horribly embarrassed, you couldn't craft a response to his smartass comment.

Thankfully, Iwa glanced back at your downcast expression and scoffed at his friend.

"They're out on injury right now. Chill out, dude," Iwa came to your rescue, thankfully mistaken to the nature of his remark.

Oikawa looked frustrated that his jab didn't land the way he wanted it to.

You stuck your tongue out at him when Iwa wasn't looking and got one right back.

Now that you were under suspicion, you had more motivation to not stare at him anymore. It just wasn't worth getting found out.

This aversion to looking in their direction allowed the more lively of the two to whisper something with a smirk without you catching him.

Only five minutes remained on your screen when Oikawa climbed up onto the treadmill next to yours, despite the four empty ones further away.

An eye roll. You swiped the sweat off of your face and flicked it at him.

He didn't even get the chance to say anything snarky before Iwa noticed his absence.

"Stop being an ass," He grumbled.

"I didn't say anything!"

He wiped down of the rest of the bench, grabbed his shirt, and stood between the two treadmills. He motioned between you.

"You're being obnoxious," Iwa asserted, "Go somewhere else."

He sure as Hell wasn't happy about it, but he gave in to his friend's wishes. This would be interesting enough without him needing to interfere-- he kept a watchful, cheeky eye on both of you from across the gym.

"So, they got you doin' this," He put his hand on the side of the machine, brow furrowed in concern, "God, isn't that a bit much?"

There was no way you could speak to him without ending this. You pressed stop on your workout, thankful to be done with a good enough excuse.

You set your hands on your hips and tried to get your breathing back to normal. Your shins were burning.

"I hope not," You shrugged and wiped the sweat off of your face with the collar of your shirt.

He rested the side of his face on his slick forearm and looked you up and down.

You tensed at the motion and looked to the side.

"Can I take a look?"

A strong twitch of embarrassed confusion on your face forced him to clarify immediately:

"Your legs- I mean," He laughed.

You knew he would assist the head PT every other day for injured student athletes that came through the training room. It was a way for him to get some experience in before he went for a degree.

It just so happened that it never aligned with your schedule, so even though he knew you had become a regular, he never got to assess you.

You tried not to limp on the way across the gym.

"Jesus..." He muttered as you sat your leg onto his lap, "Yeah, that's... fucked."

The little stretching corner was otherwise unoccupied, but you couldn't help but feel like your proximity was too much. Your head was craned around to make sure there were no teachers or staff around to yell at you- but flipped back around with small yelp at his hand.

You laughed and flinched away at his cold fingers, "Thanks."

He didn't react to you.

"I mean, like..."

Iwa was completely taken by how swollen your lower legs had gotten, he wasn't even finishing his sentences. His concentration was super cute. A little concerning, but cute.

He walked you through some new stretches that the head PT didn't care to show you; the more he informed you about the nature of your pain, the less you were trusting the old fellow that you had been seeing.

He supported you as you attempted a tough stretch and quickly reassured you to not push it. You let up as he suggested, hands trembling against his forearms.

"Juuust like that, yeah," He said gently next to your head.

Your face lit up and stopped, too embarrassed to keep this going. Maybe you did prefer that old, crusty, trained professional over him.

Concerned, he ducked to look at your expression, but you quickly evaded.

"Did that hurt too bad?" He asked.

You deliberated on lying but decided against it.

When you glanced back up at him and shook your head, he had a smile on his face that you couldn't quite rationalize.

The focus on 'strengthening' your shins seemed to Iwa like it was just making the issue worse. He recommended resting as much as possible.

His touch and his attentive gaze helped you manage the discomfort you felt going through the motions. He was always waiting for your reaction, gauging how he needed to shift you based on your facial expressions.

"Let me get you some ice," He snapped a couple times, deep in thought, "I wanna try that new wrap, too--,"

He jogged off into the clinic's room and flipped on the light.

In the mirror-wall you caught a glimpse of Oikawa at the free weights. He started blowing kisses in your direction and only stopped when Iwa hurried back out.

"Y'know, I can always make some extra time to check on this after practice."

Your expression softened.

Iwa knelt down next to you. He scanned the damage carefully before sitting, and took one leg into his lap again.

"I couldn't let you do that," You sighed and seethed at the contact.

There wasn't much more room to be gentle, so you just had to endure.

He layered everything slowly, firmly but not too tight, and would take the time to fix the stretchy tape if it got twisted. The actual therapist never spent this much time on you like this.

"Well," Iwa prodded at his finished work, "You can just... give me your number, and we can work something out?"

It may have been the ice, but the chills that ran up your spine were difficult to hide.

"Sure," You smiled.

It felt like you were agreeing to something a little less medical in nature.

He helped you to a stand and supported you for a few seconds too long.

"Sweet," Brushed off his lips in a consumed sigh.

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[rinstaro]

Twi with a virgin reader. It’s their first time and all that and I just wanna see a soft twi In ur writing style

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uhh... hey y'all. i wrote this in 2 hours with not a single break. enjoy

cw: soft twi barely restraining himself, fingering, virgin reader, no p in v this time :') but he’s very gentle with you still <33 reader has a vagina with no pronouns! not proofread.

minors do not interact.

“hey hey— just let me do the work, darlin’. don’t want you liftin’ a finger.”

your lover grabbed your wrists, stopping you from taking off your shirt. slowly, he pulled the shirt above your head. you grew hot, squirming as he gazed at your bare chest. “there we go… look how pretty you are, my sweet lil’ darlin’… can’t wait to eat you up…”

you let out a low whine, face flushed red at his words. he’d been treating you so gently, even during your make out session. this was the first time you’d gotten this far, and you were filled to the brim with anticipation.

when you told twilight that he was your first, he was delighted. no one before him meant that every single time you had sex, you’d be trembling with pleasure— no one before him to disappoint you. he wanted to make sure that toe curling pleasure was all you knew.

he gently laid you on your back, beginning to kiss at your neck. you squeaked, sensitive to his every touch. he chuckles, “may i go further?”

of course, you nod in response. twilight leaves wet kisses along your neck and chest, slowly going down to your stomach. you twitch and whimper with almost every kiss. you’re just so damn cute, he thinks. he stops at your waistband, coming to look at you. you knew he was asking for permission and you love him dearly, but you wish that he’d hurry. you nod quickly.

“please.”

and who is he to deny you? slowly, he slips off your shorts and underwear, revealing your dripping cunt to his hungry eyes. twilight licks his lips, eager for a taste. he doesn’t rush, though. he was making sure to take his time with you.

he lays a gentle kiss to your clit, making your breath hitch. the grip on your thighs tightens. he’s holding himself back for your sake. he wanted to devour you, and he would, just not yet. twilight licked a long, slow stripe up your cunt, moaning out loud at your taste. you moan in response, your body twitching at the foreign sensation.

“o-ooh…” you let out a sweet moan, music to twilights ears. he took it as a sign to continue. he ever so slowly laps his tongue over your clit, paying close attention to your every reaction. you twitch and squirm so beautifully for him. and the way you taste... he could've gone to heaven. he couldn't help but wonder how you'd react when he really gave it to you. but he'd restrain himself. this was about you.

which is why he doesn't stop to breathe, not even for a moment. he keeps a steady pace with his tongue, giving extra love to the spots that made you squeal the most.

"f-fuck, f-feels..! hnnm, link!" you cry, your hips canting up into his tongue. god, twilight loves this. his patience was wearing thinner and thinner. forget his own pleasure. he wanted to pin you down and make you cry on his tongue all night. but you'd asked him to take you, so he'd have to wait another night.

twilight brought his fingers to your soaked folds, pausing for a moment. he finally detaches his lips from your clit to look up at you.

"gotta prep ya so you can take me, okay darlin'? are you ready? or do ya wanna stop?" he asks softly, gauging your reactions. this would be a big step for you, and he didn't want to push you. what he didn't know was that you were desperate for him to touch you more. you didn't even know what you needed, you just knew he'd be able to give it to you.

"y-yes, yes! p-please, baby. i'll tell you when i want you to stop, just please keep going," you beg, your voice a high pitched whine. twilight looks at you in awe. your cheeks are warm and your chest heaved. your eyes are glossy, glazed over with lust. maybe he was being a bit too gentle with you. maybe he didn't have to treat you as if you were glass, but he couldn't help it. you were his little darling, and he'd only ever bring you pleasure.

however, he hadn't expected you to beg for it.

twilight felt like his body was moving on its own. he pushed a single finger into your cunt, making you gasp. the sensation was strange, but it wasn't terrible. he sat still for a while, letting you adjust. twilight then began to move his finger slowly, searching for the sweet spot that'd make you squeal. you let out a shaky moan, your legs twitching. "a-ahh, hah.."

your eyes slipped shut, the pleasure building as he begins a steady pace. the feeling is so odd, but its so good. you throw your arms over your eyes, sensitive body twitching every time his finger slid back into your wet cunt. you feel another finger at your entrance, which he pushes in just as slow. his fingers are bigger than your own and they stretch you out. you let out a hiss, to which twilights eyes snap up to meet yours. "darlin'?"

"i-im good, feels good! p-please, please dont stop!" your lover can only obey your commands, continuing the steady pace of his fingers. you moan and beg so pretty, his dick cant stop throbbing in his pants. twilight begins to pant softly as well, almost as much as you are. you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. and so damn tight around his fingers. it took everything in him not to cum untouched.

in order to satiate his own greedy desire, twilight brings his mouth back to your clit. you squeal, your legs seizing up. twilight holds onto one while the other tries to close in on his head. you moan and whimper, throwing your head back in ecstasy. his tongue with the new sensation of his fingers was making you delirious.

"ahhn, hahh... o-ooh, please! feels so good.." you sing, the praises going straight to his cock. he crooks his fingers a few times, letting out a low growl when he finds the spot that makes you tremble. your hands find his hair and your back arches as a loud moan escapes you.

soon your body begins to tremble even more, the continuous onslaught of pleasure becoming too much for your body to take.

"ouuuh, t-think 'm close! i f-feel it, feels so good!-" you're cut off by your own moan once again, your sensitivity increasing by the second. it doesn't take long for your orgasm to come crashing down on you. but it does take twilight by surprise.

"f-fuuuuck!"

twilight lets out a moan of his own, his eyes almost rolling back at the taste of your cum. he lets you ride out your orgasm, but doesn't push you any further. no matter how bad he wanted to keep eating your pussy til you came on his face again. he rose slowly.

"you okay? was that too much?" he asks. he watches as you pant, your chest rising and falling quickly. your legs still shook, but you seemed to be coming down. you look at him with those eyes he loves so much, reaching your arms out for him. you bring him in for a sweet kiss, almost as if it was a thank you for the pleasure he just gave you.

its twilight that lets out a shaky moan this time, pulling away to just stare. you break the silence first. "w-was so good. thank you, made me feel so good..." you sigh, looking at him adoringly. he can't help but smile, placing a kiss on your temple.

"glad i could please you, darlin'. you were amazing. did you... wanna keep going?"

you nodded eagerly. "w-want all of you. tonight."

twilight shuddered. this was really it. you wanted him to take you. if that wasn't even the main event, twilight could only wonder what you'd look like when you came on his cock. you could only wonder how much pleasure twilight will have given you by the time the night is over.

and you were desperate to find out.

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In Poor Taste [P9]

(Yandere × Reader)

[Series link]

[Warning: obsessiveness, misogyny, sexism, harrassment, explicit language, violence, mentions of sex]

(Dead from work. Enjoy. Here is what u came for. Anyway, tell me what u think. Talk to me. Ik i havent been responsive (busy) but i wanna read ur comments 🫶 love u stay well and stay away from people like my OCs)

He never knew how good it tastes to bite the hands that fed him.

Better some of you than none of you, Lukas thought when his eyes refused to leave your body as you sat by the pool with a beer in your hands. The humid air hung heavy beneath rumbling thunder, but no rain yet. The villa was quiet sans the sound of wind and waves. Lukas felt sticky under his shirt as he shifted, trying to see your face but couldn't. The bedside lamp casted light through the uncurtained glass wall against your back, soft and yellow like saw dust. You didn't talk. He didn't know what to say - you had Yuki on your mind and he had your brutal fist on his. This wouldn't go anywhere nice.

He clicked his tongue and took a sip from his can.

"Something on your mind?" - you asked, face turned away.

"Nothing at all."

"You seem pensive."

No, you do.

"Maybe just the stress of trying to readjust to a new way of life."

"You're doing well."

"Well... thank you."

Words failed him. His head raced to piece together something to say that wouldn't make the friction between you and him worse. He couldn't. Lukas no longer wanted to make small talks about bullshits like "how do you like Phuket so far" or "how many siblings do you have". He was tired of trying to get to know you politely. He wanted to rip through the layers and get messy - "we're small and scared. Please, let me into your arms", he wanted to say, the fire in his stomach sending heat through his whole body, his fingers itching to reach for your skin.

You were angry at Yuki, no? He probably fucked up - men always do. Yuki probably did what men do best - use and discard. After all, sex is the ultimate currency in their sphere. Lukas wondered if Yuki felt good after having had you. Did he brag? Did he laugh about the way he made you buck and squirm with his friends?

Lukas turned his gaze away, feeling guilt brewing in his stomach. You wouldn't know about all that. You probably woke up in Yuki's arms smiling, thinking that the intimacy meant something. But Yuki would turn cold. They all do. He had you, and he had the nods and murmurs from the douchebags he hung out with. And now there you were, sitting by the edge of the small pool, wondering what you did wrong, asking yourself questions like "was that all I am to him".

Lukas wanted to throw up thinking about it. He tried hard not to realize the reason he could imagine the intricacies of your situation so vividly, but the thought had taken roots. He knew because he had done it all. He wasn't any better.

But he could learn. That was the difference. And what more... he could atone. He would gladly take your punishment. Lukas felt his fingertips playing with the silver chain on his neck, pulling it around as if to scratch an itch he had yet felt. His eyes found their ways back to you who had not said a word, your arms pulling your knees to your chest. He swallowed dryly.

He could learn. He could be good for you. Yuki couldn't do that - the man left you sad and confused, likely unaware that under your calm surface you were a storm. He didn't stop to see the look in your eyes now when you fixed them upom the sky - resilient, yet filled with disappointment. You expected better from Yuki and he failed to deliver. That was on him - he was flawed and spineless, unable to let you in.

But Lukas could.

Before he could think of anything to say, a flash of light cut through the sky. You didn't flinch. "This one will be loud", you said. Lukas braced for the thunder, his body tensing up. "Yeah", he replied, his voice suddenly weak. He jumped at the cracking thunder, his head ringing.

"Are you okay?" - you asked, sounding cold as usual.

"No, yeah", he tried to match your tone but couldn't, heaving, "Just a little startled."

"A Texan who's scared of thunder... what do you know..."

He laughed, barely containing the high he felt seeing that you had engaged in some sort of personal conversation with him for once.

"You got me."

"The thunder did. I'm just sitting here."

He was aware that he was smiling big, but he didn't know how to stop that. Lukas wanted to say something else, but before he could, he felt water on his skin. The rain came down hard and quick. In the moment he took to react, it had already curtained the scene white.

"Ah...", he heard you said past the rainfall. You were sopping wet like him, your thin summer clothes clinging to your skin, showing him almost everything he wanted to see. The rain was cold, yet he could not beat the heat.

You stood up. He followed. You didn't seem to be in a hurry when you pried your glass door open and let him in with you, spashing the curtain and carpet. Something inside him clicked when the sound of rain sounded distant so suddenly, leaving the air filled with your breaths and the dripping of your clothes. Standing around awkwardly, he watched you who returned his gaze. Lukas felt the hair on his arms standing up when you asked:

"Are you cold?"

___

Yuki wanted to peel the skin off his body to see if the crawling discomfort would cease. He felt restless. Squirming in the uncomfortable arm chair, he watched the storm rage on, thrashing against the window. He couldn't even go for a smoke when he needed it most. Biting on his nails, Yuki felt the uncomfortable queasiness all over himself like a swarm of spiders.

He wanted to talk to you.

Yuki knew he handled the first night he spent with you poorly. He talked of family too soon. He still couldn't think of one good reasons why he did it. When you looked away and avoided his question about regrets, a switch flipped in his braim and made him stupid. Did you regret sleeping with him? He would hate that. Perhaps that was why his first reaction was to lock you down with hints of family and marriage. Juvenile and stupid, no different than Lukas. Fuck. He was just afraid to lose you.

Even now, he still felt the lump in his throat. It sucked that he wanted you so bad. For a long time, he thought he was dead inside when it came to intimacy - he only knew panic, only knew to look for the door when someone got too close. Yuki couldn't find it in himself to put his lips on another's, much less doing what he did to you when he was still in office clothes, smelling of sweat and cigarette. He didn't vomit after. When he finished and look at you still holding onto him in disarray, Yuki thought that he was at the right place. It was simple and natural - he wanted you and you wanted him.

It didn't take him long, though, to flip the script. Maybe he wanted you, and you wanted to escape your family that lurked at the other end of your calls, their shadow looming over you even when their bodies were plane flights away. He thought of that when you fell asleep by his side, the skin on your face no longer carved in by your exhaustion. In that moment, he felt like just another giant of your bad dreams, casting his own shadow on you. Were you running away and just happened to find yourself in his arms? He couldn't sleep well that night, not at that thought, but at another more sinister one he failed to deny.

He would gladly be your safe haven.

The moment that thought took form, Yuki felt a twist in his stomach. He didn't bother to deny the idea - no excuses of "that was just an intrusive thought" or "I only wanted to support her". When he slipped out of bed and into your bathroom, he knew what he saw in the mirror. He was no misunderstood artist, he was no kindhearted colleague, and he was definitely no reliable friend. He was a spider waiting for you to flail your way into his web, and once you did he had every intention to keep you there. He wouldn't mind you getting in more troubles, as long as you come running back to him. He would make it nice and cozy for you. With him, you could surrender your guards and let him take the lead. No more calls from your brother asking for money nor threats from your mother to fly you back. He could legitimize your citizenship with marriage... maybe even a beautiful child. His family may push back, but he doubted they could disown their only son.

Yuki didn't like the way his reflection look, so he put those thoughts away only for them to come spilling out when you were vague about "regret". He hated that he couldn't contain his perversion for long - the desire for you to suffer enough that you would fall into his arm was a poison he wanted to seal away, but alas he didn't have any self control after all. He was just like the new brat that fawned over you, eager to gnaw and rip at your edges.

__

You didn't care for Lukas' begging eyes when he sat at the corner of your room, far away from you. "Go back to your room", you said for the second time yet, "you must feel less cold by now". Around him wrapped the gigantic towel you found in your bathroom, the one he asked for when you made the dumb mistake of worrying enough to say "are you cold". He looked down shamefully when he whispered "can I be here? I'm afraid of thunders."

You didn't buy it. No way a man this grown would be so scared of thunder. Your face scrunched up as you leaned against the bedside drawer, your arms taking the warmth of the lamp. He wanted to be near you, that much was obvious, but you didn't quite expect this display of pathetic pleading. You wondered if he ever tried it before and if he did, if it worked. You didn't like it.

"Lukas... look, I think you're drunk. Go get changed and sleep it off. I won't tell anyone that you're scared of thunders, okay?"

You felt like you were talking patiently to a pet that would not quite get your idea but may get your tone.

"No, I'm not drunk."

At that, you rolled your eyes and chuckled wryly, finding a twinge of amusement in your annoyance.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable", you tried to talk again, even slower this time, "but this isn't a good look, no? You and I in here... people will talk."

"Nobody is coming, you know?"

His voice was firm now, and much more sober than you expected. Your eyes snapped back at him who returned the favor, awfully calm now. At least you got your confirmation - he wasn't afraid. Never was.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nobody is coming. Not with this storm."

At that, he stood up, the towel slipping off him. Lukas did not stumble when he walked over to you, his footstep quiet and slow the same way a cat walked when it saw a bird perching somewhere in a backyard bush. You didn't find it threatening at all, though. Unlike a helpless starling, you knew what to do.

When he reached you and the modest distance forced you to push against the cold wall, you let out a tired scoff.

"I'm sorry if I ever gave you the wrong idea, Lukas, but I'm not interested in you that way. Please, just leave, and we can pretend that this never happened."

"I don't want to do that."

His voice was soft now, his warm breath brushing your cheek. He did not raise an arm. Neither did you. You didn't want it to come to violence.

"You're overstepping."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

You smiled bitterly, getting weary of his stupid games. Deciding not to escalate the situation, you looked away. He didn't let your lack of reaction stop him from adding to his stupidity:

"Really, what are you going to do? Do you realize what's happening right now?"

You couldn't help but laughed in his face. He didn't find it so funny. Perhaps you insulted his masculinity? They usually hated it when you did that. Curiously, the look he had on right now did not seem like one of anger or lust. He seemed eager... for what, you were not quite sure.

"I'm warning you", you bluntly said, dropping the smile completely, "you still have this chance."

"Seems like you gave me plenty of chances so far."

Your blood boiled. You didn't know from where he got the idea that this was endearing or sexy. This sucked, and you were getting impatient by the minutes. Your right eye twitched, and you could feel the corner of your mouth pulling into a nasty scowl. Getting hot from your anger, you let the way his eyes widen in expectation escape you.

"This isn't funny, Lukas."

"Isn't it?"

His hands reached to you. Instinctively dodging it, you found yourself trapped between him and the wall as he laid his palms to the side of your head, his heap of black hair tickling your forehead. He grinned smugly, baring his white teeth.

"I find it very funny...", he cooed, lifting his hand to try and touch your neck.

You decided that that was enought. Grabbing his wrist and pulling it, you forced his body down and landed your knee on his chest, hard. Lukas let out a pained groan and fell forward, collapsing to your feet. As you stepped over him to get away, you couldn't help but wonder if his body was limp from the alcohol, or if he never intended to fight back. You watched his back while he pitifully trembled, hand clutching where you hit him.

"Get the fuck out", you coldly demanded. He didn't say anything for a moment, still heaving from the shock.

You planned to grab him by the scuff of his stupid button down and drag him out. Before you could, you heard your doorbell ring.

Blood turning cold, you let your eyes dart between Lukas and the door, wondering how to deal with the situation. You didn't even stop to think who could be coming to you at this hour, in this weather. The silence hung in the air, heavy and thick. It seemed forever until you heard a voice trying to get to you past the storm.

"Please, if you don't mind... Would you let me in?"

Yuki.

If anyone would understand, it would be him. You felt a burst of relief exploding in your chest as you rushed to let him in. Your hands had reached the handle and cracked the door open when Lukas, still in pain, had managed to crawl on all four and throw himself at you, his wet arms clinging around your leg as Yuki stared in horror. "Help me", you choked out and swung the door open wide, letting Yuki in along with the rainfall. Under you, Lukas had broken down into sobs.

"Please... don't go. I will be good."

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▪️Silent Nights▪️🌆(Sonadow) UNFINISHED

Intro Chapter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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🔹Short Sonadow Prime Mini-Fic I made <3

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💙Sticks and Stones (Sonadow)

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💝Seasonal Love🍂 (Sonadow)

Part One

Part Two

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🌦️Song of the storm (Sonadow)

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PROJECT SELENE AU MASTERPOST

Project Selene AU Essay

Character Art! Designs may change overtime hsjshsjs but stay mostly the same besides clothing xD

Older Selene!!

The fam 💖

Stone and Eggman LMAO

Selene Flavors

DONT FORGET DAILY CLICKS!!!!:

[slayfics]

hi hi !! do u accept part 2 requests ? bc i really loved ur cam boy katsuki 😭 to see them meet and do the deed has been behind my mind ever since reading it RARAAAAAAAHDBSJA 🥺🩵

Camboy Katsuki.

Warnings: NSFW | Katsuki aged up

3,400 words~

Chapter links

Chapter 2

Who would have thought a simple trip to the grocery store could have turned out this way?

You scanned over the vegetables attempting to find the ripest ones. Finally selecting a cucumber to place in a bag, you heard a booming voice come from behind you. The voice called you by a username you had only used for a particularly mischievous website.

You nearly stopped breathing when you turned around to see Katsuki Bakugo behind you eyeing you and your selection of vegetables.

All those times you had paid to watch him on your computer, and now he was standing right in front of you. For a moment, you were positive you were hallucinating until he spoke again.

"I knew it was you, I wouldn't forget that sexy face anywhere. What the hell are you doing? Hasn't anyone ever taught you how to pick out good vegetables? Put that shitty thing back," he said grabbing the bag from your hand and tossing the cucumber back. "Here you go, this one looks more your size," he said laughing with a wink as he handed you a much larger cucumber.

Fucking say something! You yelled at yourself internally, but no words were produced from your brain to your mouth. Instead, you just stared in awe at seeing the man you had lusted for so long standing in front of you. No longer just an image on a screen, but a real person. It froze your brain to see him in casual clothes, a drawstring orange hoodie, and black pants. Somehow, he looked even more attractive in these than all the times you had seen him nude.

"Damn, you're even hotter in person you know that," he said as he picked out his own groceries. "What are the odds we live around the same area? Must be your lucky day, hm?" he said, turning to look at you expecting a response.

Instead, all he received was a shaky "Mhm~" from you.

"Tch, too star-struck to even talk to me, hu? That's fine, tell you what- if you want to see the real thing tonight, come to my place. I'm going to start streaming at 8PM. You can have a front-row seat. Be warned though you'll be in the splash zone," he said with another booming laugh. "If you're interested, send me a DM, and I'll give you the address," he spoke as he walked off.

What the fuck.

Once he was gone you realized how abnormally hard you were griping onto the cucumber, you lightened your grip and let out a frustrated breath.

I really didn't even fucking say a word to him, you thought to yourself.

Shit.

What were you going to do? You had to go, right? But fuck. Were you just going to sit their mouth agape unable to get out a fucking word again?

No.

You'd be prepared this time. You hurried through the rest of your grocery list to make it home by 6:30PM. That gave you about an hour to get ready assuming he didn't live too far.

Once you unpacked all your groceries you took out your phone to navigate to the live cam app. Hands shaking, you typed him a DM asking for the address.

That's my dirty girl, I knew you'd want to come.

He messaged back followed by his address. Your jaw dropped as soon as you pasted it into your maps app.

All this time- he was only 15 minutes away.

Crap, what to wear was the problem. He invited you just to watch, right? So, maybe it didn't matter but- you pulled out your most provocative laundry you had that had long been forgotten in the back of your drawer.

Putting it on you, you remembered just how uncomfortable it was. However, any uncomfortableness would be rewarded if things happened to escalate tonight.

You rushed to finish getting ready and then swiftly headed out to him.

You couldn't count how many times you fantasized about where he lived, and what the rest of his place looked like, pulling up to the address it was strange to see it was just an average apartment. But, you couldn't help but wonder, what did the rest of his life look like? What was his day job? Who were his friends? What were his hobbies?

Your heart raced as you knocked on the apartment door. You took a deep breath as you prepared to redeem yourself. However, all of that went out the window when he opened the door.

"Hey there sexy, come in I'll show you the setup," he said waving you in. One sight of him caused your brain to malfunction again.

Fuck.

Why did he already have to be wearing his signature muscle shirt and sweats that you had watched him peel off of himself so many times? As if your body was trained to react to the sight of him you already felt yourself beginning to slip. It was too much seeing him like this in person. How the hell were you going to keep your composure watching him live stream pleasuring himself in front of you?

"This is where it happens, but then again you're already well aware of that," he said with a smirk as he walked you to his bedroom. "I keep the laptop here on this stand, it gives me more freedom to do my stuff. I also keep the stream up on my PC here, so if you want to read the comments coming in you can. This area of the room stays off-camera so you can sit anywhere here. I won't mention you or show your face or anything so don't be concerned about that, and uh- don't be afraid to get comfortable while you're watching if you know what I mean," he said winking at you. "You're more than welcome to give me a show back."

You swallowed hard. Come on, redeem your fucking self, say something, you thought.

"Guess you'll have to make sure it's a good show then," you said smiling back at him.

"Oh shit, she speaks," He teased. "I'll make sure the show is worthy of you stripping down right here to play with your pussy. Don't you worry," he said laughing.

Just like that, you felt all ounce of cool you had slipped away again. How were his words always so damn paralyzing?

"Alright well it's show time so, get comfortable over there," he said as he sat down in his usual spot in front of his laptop.

From where you were sitting, you could see the live stream on his PC as well as him in person sitting in front of his laptop. The PC showed he was now live.

"Takes a little while for people to log on, usually you're the first," he said giving you a smirk. "So, I guess we'll have to see who's going to be first this time instead."

Not long after a few usernames you had usually seen in the chat had joined.

"Always good to see repeat customers," he said into the camera greeting his viewers. "How is everyone doing tonight?"

You read some of the comments from the PC.

Ready to see you touch yourself.

Better now that I'm here with you.

"Awe, you're all so eager as always aren't you? Well, you know what you have to do then," he said with a sly smirk.

Just like that tips came pouring into the chat and even more people joined to view. It was shocking to see exactly how much money he made from this hobby.

Katsuki stripped off his sweats and began to palm at his bulge through his boxer briefs in the same way he always did. You cursed the laptop that had been blocking your view of precisely what you wanted to see. Shamelessly, you moved spots to sit at a better angle.

Katsuki looked over at you for a split second, his eyes gleaming and his smirk spreading even wider as he saw your greedy eyes looking at his growing bulge.

"Does everyone have a good view?" He asked seemingly to his viewers but was looking directly at you. You held in a gasp at his sneakiness and couldn't help the blush that ignited on your face at his attention.

Viewers poured in comments about how good he looked, and that the angle he was in was perfect.

"Good- so tell me what's next then?" he asked, as his bulge was now fully grown. He pinched the tip of his penis through his boxer briefs and stared directly at you. You felt your face become hot, and your whole body felt frozen in place. How the fuck were you supposed to handle this? You thought he'd just be watching the computer the whole time, not looking at you.

Comments and tips poured in asking him to strip, and he followed through.

"You dirty sluts, have what you want then," he said as he pulled his shirt off over his head.

Comments again poured in fawning over how hot he was, how toned his body was.

His bulge was now almost begging to be set free from his boxers and he milked every second of it.

"I'm sorry what is it you all want? You're going to have to ask nicely. Don't be shy, tell me exactly what you want me to do," he said, breaths now becoming heavy.

Katsuki read and replied to more comments, "Oh, you want to see my dick, hu? Fucking filthy, aren't you? Fine then, be good to me and maybe I'll reward you," He panted out.

Tips came flooding in and his eyes grazed over to you once more.

"Alright then, have what you've been begging for," he said as he slid his boxers down, revealing his cock.

Katsuki's eyes were locked directly onto you, watching your reaction to his reveal. Shamefully, you hadn't noticed his gaze as your eyes had been watching eagerly as he slid his boxers down. Seeing him revealed in person was exhilarating. Absentmindedly, you bit your lip as your thighs pressed tightly together.

Katsuki began to slowly run his hand up and down the full length of his shaft, causing your thighs to tighten even closer together.

Fuck.

Every nerve in your body screamed for you to go touch him, or at the very least, touch yourself. The heat coming from between your legs was unbearable.

"Is everyone having a good time?" Katsuki asked, again seemingly to his viewers, but when you looked up, you noticed his eyes locked on to yours.

Fuck, how long had he been watching you? You squirmed even more under his intense gaze.

"Don't be shy, have a good time with me," he spoke, voice raspy and heavy with lust.

Fuck.

Was he really asking you to touch yourself? He joked about it before but, did he really mean it?

Losing all dignity, your hand hungrily found its way to pull down your bottoms, revealing the bottom part of your provocative laundry you had picked out.

Thong and lace high stockings revealed Katsuki let out a heavy, "Fuck," he said, his eyes eagerly taking you in.

Your fingers found your clit and began to rub slow circle motions over yourself.

Katsuki's breaths became erratic, and his eyes snapped to the camera as if almost forgetting it was there.

"Shit, hmm, how are you all doing hu?" He asked, grunting as he continued his strokes, his cock now glistening with pre cum.

Comments flooded in, encouraging him to cum.

"Something tells me that'll be especially easy tonight," he said, a smirk on his face as his eyes wandered over to you once more.

You should care.

You should care that you've let go of all shame. That you're fingering yourself sitting on some random dude's floor. But you don't. It's fucking exhilarating, and you feel yourself getting close as you continue the motions around your clit.

Katsuki begins to moan as he strokes himself, and his moans bring you over the edge. You cover your mouth as your head flings back against his wall, fingers still buried between your things. You catch your moans into your hands so as to not alarm his viewers, and then there you are making a mess on his floor.

One sight of you drags him over the edge. Your legs spread open, the perfect view of your release dripping down from your slit onto his floor, causing his own limit to break. The room is filled with his moans as his release spills all over his abandoned. Like so many times you've seen before but this time, you know it was for you.

Katsuki gives his viewers a quick goodbye as he signs off hastily and shuts his laptop.

"God damn, you're fucking hot," he says breathlessly. "Did you wear that because you thought we were going to fuck?" he asks, eyes grazing over your laundry.

"I uh-" You stammer trying to catch your breath from your own excitement.

"Never mind, tell you what babe- if you can get me hard again, I'll give you the real thing," he said eyes full of lust.

You felt your breath catch in your throat. The real thing? He'd really fuck you? The man you've fantasized about for countless nights- was offering to make every filthy fantasy you'd ever have come true.

You didn't speak but moved to him right away stumbling off the floor.

"Hold on, I'll get cleaned up," he said beginning to stand up out of his chair.

"No need," you said, pushing him back down to sit. "I'll clean you up," you spoke eyes locked with his as you took a lick of his release off his abdomen.

"Oh, fuck kitten, where the hell have you been my whole life?" he asked, laughing.

You continued to lick up the release off of Katsuki as soft moans escaped him while he took in the sight. His moans only encouraged you further. It was exhilarating to hear his moans and know they were just for you and not for the pleasure of all his viewers.

"Damn," He panted watching you, "I don't think it's gonna take me much longer to be ready at this rate, you really are something else. Never would have guessed you were down this bad."

Having completely licked him clean, Katsuki placed a hand around your arm, "Get up and sit down on the bed," he instructed, as his hand guided you up.

You eagerly obeyed him and sat down on his bed.

"I want to see the rest of this slutty outfit you put on," he said as he guided your shirt over your head dropping it to the floor.

"Fuck," he exclaimed taking in your full laundry outfit. "This is hot as fucking hell. Tell me, what were you hoping to accomplish in this outfit, hm?" He said placing a finger under your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

You opened your mouth attempting to sound confident but his crimson eyes looking directly into yours made it impossible to think, "I...," You tried to say but got lost in his gaze.

"Come on, don't get shy on me again. All you have to do is ask to get what you want," he said as he began to stroke himself again in preparation.

"I... I want to feel you inside," you managed to squeak out.

Katsuki smirked at you, one hand still under your chin the other stroking himself as his excitement began to grow once again, "That's a good girl. Let me feel how you're doing."

Katsuki moved his hand from under your chin and placed it between your thighs. Pushing aside your laundry his finger found your entrance. You let out an audible gasp as you felt yourself stretch around his finger. Your whole body shivered, and a moan escaped your lips at the intrusion.

"So much pleasure from just one finger, hm? I love what I do to you," he laughed. "You're so fucking wet, don't worry I won't keep you waiting long," he said as another finger found its way to your entrance, stretching you farther.

You leaned forward to rest your head on his chest and gripped his arm for support, closing your eyes as he began to curl his fingers inside you.

"Fuck, bet I could make you cum from just this couldn't, I?" He laughed again. "But... that's not what you really want is it?" He asked

The only answer Katsuki received back was your increasing moans.

"I'm sorry I don't understand. You have to tell me, how do you want to cum? Are just my fingers enough for you?" he asked.

"Mmm~ n- no-..." you answered, voice shaking and heavy with pleasure.

"Then what, say it, say what you want," he encouraged you.

"Y-you..."

He let out an exasperated chuckle, "Me? Well, I'm right here... come on, tell me. I want to hear it." He demanded.

"I want... I want your cock," you finally confessed.

Katsuki let out a deep groan, "Fucking perfect, lay back," He instructed, as he removed his fingers leaving you throbbing and desperate for more.

You followed his command and laid back on the bed, finally having the confidence to open your eyes again. Katsuki was above you, his cock fully ready and glistening with pre cum once again, "look at that, you made it so easy to get hard again. How could I not with how fucking dirty you are? How many times have you fantasized about this, hm? Cum to the thoughts of my dick inside you. Now you get to feel the real thing," he said, as he hungrily stripped off your laundry ripping pieces in the process.

"I'd ask if you are ready but, that seems like a fucking stupid question, doesn't it? I can see how damn eager you are for me, you're already making a mess of my damn bed," he laughed.

Katsuki grabbed your legs and placed them to rest on his shoulders, using your thighs for support he pulled you closer to him. Without another word, he guided himself into your entrance and pushed himself inside you.

The room seemed to vanish as you saw stars once he entered you. After all those times you imagined what he would feel like, to feel him in person was overwhelming. Beyond euphoric, and unlike any rush you'd ever had in your life.

"You look so fucked out already and I haven't even started moving yet," he teased.

Gripping your thighs tighter, Katsuki began to thrust inside you.

You felt your brain turn to mush as he pushed rhythmically into you until his full length was plunged inside you. The high only intensified as you watched him. His face was tilted down watching his cock appear and disappear inside you with each thrust.

The expression on his face was all too intoxicating. You felt something inside you breaking. Not once in your life had you ever come from pure penetration, but the high from seeing Katsuki in person fucking you was bringing you to your end.

It was better than any wet dream you had ever had about him, and the feeling of your walls stretched around him was a sensation you didn't know existed.

"Holy fuck- are you going to cum on my dick?" he asked, looking up at you, sweat beading up on his forehead. "Your body is shaking- fuck yeah cum for me kitten," he groaned and quickened his pace, overcome by the rush of your body's reaction to his.

Your moans rang louder through the room as you felt the twist of pleasure form in your abdomen, with each thrust it grew and spread. Until your whole body was overcome with pleasure. You screamed out his name as you reached the peak of your climax.

"Fuck," he moaned as your walls clenched down around him. "God damn squeezing me so tight," he panted as he still thrust into you allowing you to ride out your climax. "Shit I-" Katuski moaned once more as he met his own limit. Warmth erupted inside you as he released and painted your walls.

Katsuki milked out every last thrust ensuring he had filled you with everything he had, before pulling out and collapsing next to you on the bed.

Catching his breath, he let out a laugh, "Kitten, you can come be my live audience anytime you want."

Thank you for requesting this! I had such a fun time writing it hehe 🤭.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover

[pumpkinbxtch]

MY LAST REQUEST 😭 I feel so bad requesting right away AGAIN but I loved your response so much I want more. I CRAVE more of it PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP MAKE A PT2 DO ANYTHING WITH THE PART 2 SLIGHTLY ANGSTY AND FLUFFY PLSPLS 😭🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️ TYSM AGAIN LIKE YOURE LITERALLY THE BEST ur single handily fueling my obsession rn this will be my last one for a while TRUST unless you say otherwise, I don’t wanna overwhelm you ❤️💔

• ° . ☆ “Free coupons, take one and cry all afternoon ” II

— apollo x mortal!reader

part i

summary: part ii, you need to read it, the link is above. run, go warnings: none a/n: really forgive me, haha. I wanted to do something very nice but, well, you'll read what I did. I don't know, forgive me 😔 I couldn't control myself HAHA Still I hope you enjoy it.

Lester was about to throw up the burger, or well, the two bites he had taken. No misunderstanding, it was good.

But you continued to check that they were well taken care of; Giving him pretty smiles and walking near him with that lavender smell of yours. Shit, he wanted to be close to you.

They were too many of you, so they had to join several tables and, among the place that was about to explode, they stood out.

A very lively table, Apollo assumed.

Percy played with his soda making swirls telepathically, Leo put his hand in and undid it, it was funny until the son of Poseidon realized that the drink was disgustingly tampered with. He didn't take a sip again. The other boys laughed.

The girls were talking and laughing and pushing each other, including Meg.

Nico picked at Percy's fries and sipped on Will's soda. Living his best life, Apollo thought.

He liked the idea of being with them and being able to take care of them (even though they beat them to the times they had saved his ass) he could now return the favor.

Oh, if only you could see it. You would be happy. You told him in almost all your lives that he was guilty of being self-centered.

Apollo found himself struggling with the thoughts of him, you weren't dead. You were in front of him.

You passed the door to the counter, holding a tray in each hand. That image flashed in his mind, transporting him back to when you used to walk around with two vases on your shoulders, dancing among the people. Some chains hanging from your neck and the jewelry clashed. You have always been beautiful. Whatever way you came back to him; Boy, girl, you were always beautiful.

— LESTER! —He jumped out of the seat and collided with Jason's shoulder.

— All good?

No, he wanted to be with you.

— The girl over there is talking to you, — Will said with a worried look for his father.

He looked up and spotted you behind the cash register. He made his way towards you without hesitation.

—Mr. Lester, I see that you didn't wait two seconds to use those coupons.— You said with a smile on your lips. Some strands of hair were sticking out from under the cap you were wearing.

—We were hungry.

Idiot, couldn't he think of a better line?

You let out a laugh, and he leaned slightly on the bar, his stomach wouldn't leave him alone.

You leaned over the bar, closing the distance between you. The boy smelled like sunshine and some kind of sweet scent, totally pleasing to your sense of smell. Strangely, you wanted to be even closer to him, like a little impulse to be with him alone, to hug him. Were you attracted to him? But it seemed like a joke, they had only met by chance. You cleared your throat.

— Everything's alright there? — You pointed with your eyes to the table where the rest of his friends and sister were. Although this one had nothing in common with him.

You looked at him. The blonde curls mixed with the black ones making a particular blend, you wondered if it was something genetic and his blue eyes, you had seen them. You were sure.

He touched your shoulder excessively softly, as if he was afraid of breaking you.

— Excuse me?

You let out a laugh and straightened up. Again he was a little further away and you didn't like the feeling.

—I didn't hear you, sorry. Did you say?

Lester smiled.

— It's all good. If we make too much noise, we can leave.

You denied without thinking, almost as an act of desperation. You and he chatted a little more, and you told him to sit down so he could finish his meal.

Walked into the kitchen and cursed under your breath. It was inevitable, he would have to leave at some point. What if you asked for his number? The thought made you bite your lip, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

You felt stupid. Would you look like that in front of him?

You gave him the coupons you had collected to go out with your friends for half a month, just for the sake of it? You never talked to strangers on the street, but Lester didn't seem like a stranger to you.

Apollo returned to the table and ate a chip without much enthusiasm.

Rachel glanced at Piper.

— Any problem? — Frank said drinking soda from the straw.

The god shook his head and sighed. He felt useless, helpless because he wanted to be with you, but he couldn't find a way. Maybe he could ask you for your number. Yeah! Or not?

— I think it's better that you eat. —Rachel said. As if she could guess his thoughts. Or maybe yes? He looked up and took the burger in her hands, after examining it, he handed it to the son of Hades. Nico ate it almost in an instant. And he got up again to go with you.

— Excuse me!

— Tell me — A waiter served him. Apollo felt stupid, so he ended up ordering ice cream.

He returned with the cone in his hand and a pout on his mouth.

Piper hid her giggle behind the paper menu.

The thoughts of asking for his number also didn't leave you alone, but every time you tried to approach him, something simply interrupted you.

You quickened your pace towards him. You cursed the fact that Lester's back was turned, and an arm stopped your path.

— Miss…

Again. You ended up in the kitchen, mumbling and grimacing.

Apollo also couldn't find you at any time that you could speak. He slammed his hand on the table and bumped his forehead against the plastic surface. It seemed like a joke!

Rachel shook her head slightly and stroked her head.

—Hey, Apollo.

He denied rubbing his face on the table.

Everyone wanted to ask, but the redhead put a finger on her lips.

— Apollo

— It's not Apollo, it's Lester

She understood, things weren't going well, but it was inevitable. Rachel got down to Apollo's level.

— Try it one more time, if you hate this, try it as many times as necessary. But know that you tried everything.

The god's blue eyes peered through his hair, and stood up with a sigh.

Everyone at the table pretended not to have heard, they played dumb talking about the weather.

And he tried again.

and he failed again.

You didn't feel any different, you felt like everything had been so easy until you got it into your head that you needed to be with him. You looked through the delivery window and noticed that his table was almost empty, you had worked in food chains for so long to know that they were about to leave the place. Your soul felt a despair that at the same time seemed meaningless to you.

You looked for a pen and paper, a sheet they use for receipt notes.

You wrote your number and a note: call me!, and you doodled a heart. Inexplicably, you also drew a sun. If you couldn't get close, someone else could.

—Brenda!

Your coworker stopped her pace and raised her chin. She just had a tray in her hand, perfect. You walked over to her quickly.

— Deliver this to table seven.

She nodded.

Apollo was already feeling hopeless, he drank Piper's drink and talked to her friends. During the conversation, your coworker handed the note on a small tray. Rachel looked at the paper and waited for Apollo to take it.

He did, and while he was laughing about something Frank had told him, he crumpled it up and threw the ball of paper into the metal trash can.

The redhead didn't say anything, she knew what was happening. She knew that even if she went to the boat and gave the paper to her friend, it would be something else.

The food was finished, and the rest had been pleasant.

Then everyone rose from their chairs.

Apollo looked again at the same window through which you had been spying on him, until at that same moment it was your turn to throw out the trash.

And that's how things ended.

Apollo walked away from the place, and you didn't see him leave. Both felt their spirits on the ground, their stomachs full of anxiety. It was strange, it was fleeting. But when things didn't have to happen, it was that simple. They just wouldn't happen.

At least, not in this life of yours.

Every chance with Apollo would wither, corrode, perish. It didn't matter how much they tried or struggled.

It was not going to work. At that moment, you were destined to meet but not to stay together, not even for a full day.

And how cruel because there was so much he wanted to show you.

But not now, but until 100 years later.

[vinniemitchell]

Truth be told there hasn't been a whole lot of stuff going on regarding C4TM- some more costumes should be coming soon but you didn't hear that from me /silly

But (assuming you looked through the slides, which you probably did!), did you look through any of the links in some of the slides? :D

Ooh ooh also, I couldn't help but notice you said you had some ideas yourself! I'd LOVE to hear them if you're comfortable sharing! 💚💚💚💚💚

Uhhh so I feel like Mind and Heart for RoE would be fighting back and forth and than at the same time stare at the crowd and just ask "WHO IS CORRECT?" or smth like that and wait for the crowds response.

Than maybe for Time Machine Reprise since Whole is included in there y'know how in the of video he turns from whole to soul? I feel like whole would be just there while soul slowly walks up from behind, shoves him out of the way and takes the place instead.

For Mucka Blucka I agree with ur Splash zone thing! But what if the splash zone is a seat alone by itself with a space between the other seats?

I think for Storm and a Spring Mind would talk to himself than to the audience about Heart before y'know the speedy part of SAAS? Heart kinda stomps towards mind and both start singing while fighting at the same time!

Once again, for Storm and a Spring, I was thinking maybe during that part where Heart says "Mr Mind?" Than Mind response with "Yeah?" Than whatever the hell heart says and mind glances at the crowd like a way of saying "Hear me out here" or "watch me".

In The Soul Eclectic, Soul is talking to the audience and he occasionally goes up to the crowd and swooshes his hand over the crowd just to see who can reach him.

The Mind Electric, Heart sits with the crowd and while Mind is done singing TME heart like has enough and stands up and starts fighting with mind.

Last but not least, The Heart Acoustic! Heart stands in the middle of the stage and when he gets more rougher with his words, the stage lights glow purple!

Thank you for hearing my yap session:3

[riordanverserpdatabase]

HELLO USERS!!! IT IS OUR PLEASURE AND HONOR TO WISH A VERY VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR OWN BELOVED SUNNIE!!! Sunnie is part of our RP IT team, and does a LOT to help the blog running!!! we're sure you've seen the @sweetxloverxx link attached to a lot of our daily posts as the person who recommended the posts. Sunnie has so many incredible ideas, both for your characters and for hers!! If you don't know her well, you should absolutely take some time to get to know her!! She is sweet, kind, and always eager to help you feel loved!

Let's hear what Sunnie answered to our Birthday Questionnaire!!!

Sunnie's favorite color is Currently Pink!! She had a hard time choosing a favorite song, too many options!!! She couldn't pick one, she likes too many!! Her favorite movie is Scream 1!! (So fitting for the season!!!) Some of Sunnie's favorite blogs to watch on Tumblr are CJ's, Markies', Eros', Maddox's, Macedon's, and Mavericks!! To celebrate this year, Sunnie is seeing a Movie with her family on Friday, and celebrating more with them on Saturday!! She also spent the week in NYC last week as part of her Birthday Celebration!!! Sunnie's favorite Birthday she's ever had has been this one so far, despite (as she puts it) the existential dread of turning 18!!! Sunnie had hoped to receive a sense of stability for her birthday, but she expects she will probably get cash!!!! Does Sunnie like Cookies, Cake, or Ice Cream?? Sunnie is a Cookies and Ice Cream girl!!!

Now that we've heard from Sunnie, let's hear from some of Sunnie's friends!!!! We've collected a few Birthday wishes for her!!!

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!! I hope you have the best day <3" -Ray (Sunnie's bf)

"Happy birthday Sunnie 😎 welcome to adulthood mother[REDACTED]." -Maddie

"You’re such a sweet and amazing person and you always have been. Even if you’re nervous about your new age I’ll know you’ll handle it greatly like you do with everything else. I’m so grateful to be your friend, have a happy birthday and a happy year!" -Lexi

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHERRRR! >:3 CONGRATS ON BEING OLDER UR ONE IF MY FAVOURITE PEOPLE I KNOW AND I HOPW YOU HAVE AN AWAOMW BIRTHDAY!!!" -Orphic (Sunnie's ADOPTED Son)

"I hope you enjoy your newfound freedom with your new year! Even after years of being an adult, none of us know exactly what we're doing, and that’s ok. Don’t feel pressured to figure everything out too soon. Eventually, you’ll learn how to get through the challenges, and come out on the other side wiser. Adulthood has its ups and downs (even a couple years in) but I know you can handle it. Regardless of what obstacles get thrown your way, you’ll survive, and we’ll be here to keep you going. I love you platonically" -Nico

"Birthday Sunnie! You just hit a big milestone in your life. I know it's scary with all of the new freedoms and responsibilities but you will make it through. I'm so happy for you. Have fun with the new freedoms you have and make the most out of life if you can." -Asta

Now that we've heard form her friends, let's play some music chosen by Ray and celebrate a little!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNNIE!!!

[whoishotteranimepolls]

sabo is so hot omg IMAGINE JIS FIREFISF UP UR HOLE 😍😍

For context, I think they are responding to this post about Sabo. However, this could just be random unhinged thirst to my inbox. It happens it's more often than you think

Oh boy, this one reminds me of the very first dyb that started it all where the anon said that she would never trust mostly Ace, but they mentioned Sabo too in bed for fear of, and I quote, "3rd-degree coochie burns" if you want to read the full post I will link it here. It's a treat. But that led to several dybs debating the logistics of devil fruits in the bedroom and then us debating the bathing habits of fictional pirates and if that would be a complete deal-breaker if you couldn't get them in the shower beforehand. I still think Ace, Zoro, and Crocodile's dybs are still my favorite. However, some of the unhinged responses to Shanks and Mihawk's will also live rent-free in my head

[silenced-judgement]

@Divine-Thievery (coz bloody tumblr likes main blogs not side blogs lol)

In a post of urs talking about buying candles and Thanatos choosing one how did you know he chose it and just like how in so many other ways like do you trust your intuition or cards or something else

I couldn't choose a gift for Hermes or anything he liked because I couldn't tell if he liked it or not 😭 I also don't communicate much because I don't know how and and tarot readings are hard coz I can't read cards yet.

@divine-thievery Oof, yeah I understand the issue with tumblr not letting side blogs do asks, though you could've always asked via your main blog and linked me to your side blog.

Anyways, I'm not that good at reading Tarot either but if you do have a Tarot deck it should've hopefully of come with a Guidebook (although I am aware that some don't have Guidebooks), but due to the Tarot deck I had personally decided to buy I did find a PDF of the Guidebook online, go to page 53 and take a look at the Yes/No spread. I find the Yes/No spread is easy to use especially when it comes to simple questions and by far is my most used method. There are different ways to use a Yes/No spread but I find the method in the Guidebook for my deck easy to use and simple to understand.

As for what I did to get the answers from my Deities, I explained out loud to each one of how I was going to have them pick the candles, I shuffled once for each since I was asking multiple instead of just one Deity, but what I did was set the six candles I had purchased in a line, opened the lids, and then I said "Okay, I'm going to do a custom version of the Yes/No spread, 'no' is for if you don't like the candle, 'yes' is for if you do, I'm going to place five cards upside-down by each candle and then I'm going to flip them over to see what the response is." Although in Artemis' case she literally made it quite obvious she didn't care at all what candle she gets since her answers were technically just "maybe" since all cards had the same amount of yes cards and no cards, while Thanatos literally gave a full "yes" for one candle and a "maybe" for two others and no for the rest.

I don't know if any of that makes any sense, I will proudly say I am Autistic so my way of explaining things may not make sense to others as it's difficult for me to put into words, but I hope this does somewhat help.

[xdesiress]

It's very late at night and I just had a big realization moment to let out of my chest.

People who think individuals with BPD are being purposefully manipulative couldn't be far from wrong. Sure, it won't be EVERY case, but a good damn majority of us don't notice anything wrong with ur behaviour until it's pointed out by someone else-- and even then, it still sounds weird that something that's done our entire life would be viewed as negative.

In a lot of cases these behaviours where we become "dangerous", "manipulative", "aggressive"-- it all can be linked to childhood trauma. I've been trying to understand my own person a lot for several months now, and I see it now that without lashing out, occasional lying and in between other things, I never got what I genuinely NEEDED in the past. It's like a survival response; when things don't go your way, when relationships or anything meaningful or close to you start dwindling, your first response is to act on emotions rather than acting rational because you don't want to lose that thing. And you don't understand why it's happening.

I have many other personal problems. But BPD also influences on a messed up portrayal of time, memory gaps, you lose control of yourself and most importantly, there are times you don't even feel as though you are in your own body. There are many other things, but these are a big struggle, not to mention some who end up thinking the only way out is through their own disappearance from how intense it gets.

People think all these said "manipulative" moments are on purpose and thought-out, but they're all done on impulse from things that no one even bothered to try to guide any of us out of and we learned it was normal. I act on the heat of the moment. I've told people several times my struggles with telling theirs' and my tones but they never once did help me realize my mistakes, no; they left instead. Im learning slowly on what I can TRY to improve and grow out of. It's not always a given but to know there are people whom I'm hoping will help realize things around my circle makes me feel better. But a lot of us struggle with also letting go of the people that caused further harm, wether they meant genuine harm or not. We hate the fact we miss them.

One habit I struggle to rid myself off of is abrupt leaving of voice chats or any conversations anywhere for that matter when things get heated even in the slightest. To prevent myself from exploding at someone, wich would happen often on the past due to nervousness on them possibly getting mad at me for a mistake that could be deemed simple by ANYONE, that's the mechanism I developed instead. Just leaving without a word, taking some minutes alone before coming back or not returning at all and just texting instead.

Acting sarcastic unintentionally, huffing constantly at even the slightest complain, mocking people when they turn around out of annoyance or feeling nervous-- these are all things I also need to work on.

It's not easy, but I'm trying. I really am.

All these accusations I've faced with "friends" on the past, all the finger pointing towards me for things I didn't understand-- it all made sense just now for me thanks to a singular text I read.

I can finally not feel so badly about myself knowing that I wasn't at full fault, not on purpose.

I can finally have a restful night.

[telomeke]

MOONLIGHT CHICKEN: UR THE... TOMATO SAUCE???

(above) Moonlight Chicken Ep.6 [4/4] 5.05

OK, so this post did a pretty pirouette and twirled its way back onto my dashboard once again after more than a month away. OP @vegasandhishedgehog had pointed out that the graphic text on Heart and Li Ming's t-shirts together seemed to be inexplicably telegraphing the cryptic message "Ur the... Tomato Sauce"... 🤔

This time around I couldn't help but look a bit more deeply into what it might mean, especially the intriguing "Tomato Sauce" on Li Ming's t-shirt. Based on what I've found, I think it is possible to read a bit of cheeky wordplay in the English words of this scene. 🤩 But first – a detour into linguistics and etymology is necessary.

There's a phenomenon that is sometimes seen in cross-cultural commerce – I don't know if it has a name, since I'm not trained in linguistics or anything of the sort – but whenever a hitherto unknown product or ingredient is introduced into a culture, locals will try to give it a name that resonates or sticks. And often that name will be along the lines of "this thing is the X country or foreign version of our more familiar local Y thing" (sorry for all the technical jargon here, hah! 😂).

You can see this in Southeast Asia: the Dutch may have been responsible for introducing many new food items to the Malay archipelago because a number of food items around the region are labeled "Dutch" even though they don't originate from the Netherlands.

The soursop fruit (originally from the tropical Americas and the Caribbean) is called durian belanda in Malay (meaning Dutch durian, because both fruits are spiky). In Malaysian Cantonese, potatoes are sometimes called ho laan syu (Holland tuber) and green beans ho laan dau (Holland beans), the latter echoing the way haricots verts are sometimes called French beans in English.

In Malay, turkeys are called ayam belanda (Dutch chicken), which nicely parallels the French word dinde – when turkeys were introduced to France, they were called (among other names) poulet d'Inde or chicken of India (possibly because India was seen as a source of exotic prized goods, or maybe because the birds, native to the Americas, were thought of as originating in the West Indies or les Indes occidentales). Poulet d'Inde eventually got shortened to just dinde though.

There's something similar going on with the tomato in Thailand. As its original homeland was the Americas, at some point in time it must have been a new and unnamed vegetable (botanically a fruit) when it first appeared in markets there.

So in Thai, tomatoes are called มะเขือเทศ (ma kheuua thaeht), and in keeping with the principle of adding some qualifier (that denotes external origins) to a local counterpart, the word เทศ (thaeht) means foreign or outlandish, while มะเขือ (ma kheuua) actually means EGGPLANT.

Thus the Thai word for tomato translates literally to foreign eggplant (or perhaps, outlandish eggplant).

For the text-savvy in this digital age (and that must surely include teens Heart and Li Ming), the eggplant emoji is laden with phallic innuendo (I'm not going into detail, but here's a visual 😂):

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Remembering that in Thailand, Thai equivalents of weiner and wee-wee can sometimes be used as cutesy nicknames for boys (see this My School President write-up linked here, also Uncle Tong calling Junior กระจู๋ or gra juu in Bad Buddy Ep.11 [1I4] 10.38), it's possible to read the "Tomato" part of Li Ming's t-shirt – because of the outlandish eggplant reference – as a subjectively cute pet name along the same lines. Maybe the effect is meant to be something like: "You're a weird little weiner" (expressed with affection through Heart's loving eyes, mind you 💖).

Plus there's also the theme in Moonlight Chicken of young Li Ming growing into adulthood (despite Jim's constant efforts to infantilize him), while comfortably claiming his own sexuality in the process (and with Heart playing a pivotal role in this). Heart and Li Ming's t‑shirts pointing out the innuendo and imagery of the tomato/eggplant could also be a nod at that, with the outlandish definition of เทศ/thaeht suggesting that since Li Ming is gay, this eggplant/gra juu is not like most other ones (although he's not at all the exception in Moonlight Chicken! 😂).

Noting too that Li Ming is hyperfocused on escaping to the West, him being labeled Little Weiner of a Foreign Persuasion also does kind of fit. 😍

In this light, the word sauce just adds to the naughtiness of eggplant, while it also carries connotations of piquancy, sass and/or the essence or distillation of something.

And so the "Tomato Sauce" on Li Ming's t-shirt can possibly be read as symbolizing his indomitably feisty (gay) spirit, his faraway aspirations and his place in Heart's life as a cherished young boyfriend (worthy of a cutesy, if unspoken, pet name).

Am I over-analyzing again? Perhaps. But at the very least I think it's still a fun way of looking at Li Ming's t-shirt, and I wouldn't put it past Director Aof and screenwriter Best Kittisak Kongka to be playing with stuff like this. 🤩 They already did something similar with Li Ming's Sesame Street "Everything I Know I Learned On The Streets" t-shirt (see Ep.3 [4/4] 6.42), a metaphor for his uneasy juxtaposition at the amorphous line between childhood (represented by the kiddie vibes of Sesame Street) and incipient adulthood (as signaled by his streetwise self-confidence, gained independently perhaps from Jim). And there was also the wordplay around his "St. Rene" t-shirt (written up here).

Tagging @vegasandhishedgehog because you're the eagle-eyed OP who first noticed Heart and Li Ming's t-shirts, and as always @dribs-and-drabbles because you're foremost the one I think of whenever there's anything t-shirt related in BL! 😍

PS It's not the first time a vegetable was used as a metaphor for larger issues in Moonlight Chicken – see my write-up at the end of @airenyah's My School President Thai linguistics post that I reblogged here, for more info on Jim's winter melons in the market (although he was being decidedly less playful there! 😍). Li Ming also steals the scene away from Jim and his produce, once again displaying more adult maturity than his loong will give him credit for. 💖

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[yesloulou]

sorry I hate to do this and you don't have to publish this at all!! but I just wanted to let you know that i study sports science at university 🤓 and as far as I can see pyry is one of the best driver coaches on the grid! i saw in the post that you linked in response to another anon the other day and the op of that actually answered a follow up question about it and provided more details on her concerns. the "pseudoscience experiments and gear" turns out to be really normal and common stuff that's common across the elite athlete coaching industry. it's not been around for long, but it definitely isn't harmful to the athlete in any way.

personally i think it's really good that pyry is engaged enough to keep up with emerging science and tech! the betting on pierre's weight thing was new to me and I was really surprised by it because I follow pyry quite closely! but if it is accurate, then that's definitely bad form and I can't defend it (even if it's a joke between friends!) but the other stuff really isn't bad or at all harmful.

one day I want to be a professional coach 🤞 so I follow this stuff pretty closely and as far as has been made public (except the betting) pyry seems like one of the best on the grid! I really look up to him and his approach a lot! please don't post this if it'll cause tension with your mutual who doesn't like him i just wanted to let you know! 💞

(so sorry this is so long 😭)

hi anon so sorry im late. thank you so much for this very sweet and considerate message it literally made my day 😳 i don't know much about sports science and couldn't find a lot on his instagram so i'll probably remain neutral slightly skeptical (that comes from a protectiveness towards my string bean of a blorbo who hasn't had the best of luck with trainers) but im so sooo glad pyry has ur professional vote!!! this gives me faith and a lil peace of mind and i really appreciate it!!!

i hope ur having fun in uni and i think you'll make the best professional coach there is bc imo kindness is what makes one stands out <3

ty for this lovely ask 😳💗

[randomnameless]

Seeing how badly sothis/byleth get treated by intsys makes me feel really badly for them and their fans. I thought self inserts were meant to fawn over the player but instead I see the company retcon them, replace, and low but high key shitting on them. I don’t think I would ever see this with characters like Link or Persona or the little pokemon kids so I’m not sure what intsys is trying to tell us about sothis/byleth if this what we see done to them, “they’re just a mindless beast”

As I realised thanks to talking and exchanging with people around and after years of discourse...

Fodlan suffers from "self-insert worship" but in a batman 5D chess gambit, from doylist wise, "player worship". Earl Grey must sell, thus the character who always loves the player and was made, designed, as the player's love-interest (Billy's), Supreme Leader's worship takes the cake.

As already pointed out, Fodlan games try their damnest to erase or not give any figs about Flamey, the "War" is just a background buzz and units are on snow class, and if something is to blamed for the destruction and deaths caused by the war it's deflected on the mole people, "Church/Kingdom BaD because they don't offer their heads on a platter" or the world and its systum - and the worst offender, on "crusts", aka, blood from a genocided race that mingled with "humanity" and is used as the scapegoat for everything wrong in the world. The "alien blood" is to blame and the real responsible for why Miklan tried to seduce people who didn't want to be seduced, or why classicism exist.

I exaggerate a bit, Heroes tried to poke holes at this smokescreen and it ended up with Supreme Leader running away from Lissa (the most persuasive character in the franchise?) because, hey, in her verse, no one told her 1+1 = 2, or no one she couldn't introduce to Aymr I guess.

(of course we have the lol!supports from the besf, but any opposition is resolved with a teaspoon in the following supports, there's no disagreement nothing, it's always "and John realised off-screen Supreme Leader was right and he was wrong", ultimate kuddos to the Ferdie support though, the biggest joke - but again, FE16's supports kind of suck).

With that in mind, Billy was always intended to be the SS Lord, and to opposed Supreme Leader (that's the gravitas and main steak served when you order Fodlan : "u will feel bad bcs u turn against ur precious student sad uwus").

And yet, not to prevent the irl players from, idk, buying Supreme Leader merch or routes or being engaged, even if it's through foolish fan-faction wars, Billy takes a backseat as Nopes fully embrace the core of the Fodlan games : Hresvelg Tea.

Player must feel bad for siding against Supreme Leader - so Supreme Leader must somehow be right, and make people at least some of them surface-level wonder if the ends justify the means, right?

Billy, when they are their character and not a self insert UI, thus must bow down to this rule - everything must be thrown in a blender so Supreme Leader's steak will look appetising, even if you have to destroy the tastiest risotto ever done in the process.

Rhea cannot have spotlight else we will be in a Lissa situation again - so if she has any, it'll play in the red herring already debunked 10 chapters ago "Church BaD Rhea BaD maybe she should have ruled over the world instead of letting HuMaNiTy rule itself". In Nopes? Conveniently, Uncle pops up so Rhea's goal changes, and she will prefer to save the world instead of putting the person who wants her out of Fodlan by tomorrow morning because her ears are pointy to the sword.

Dimitri? "BaD" as long as he wants to kill Supreme Leader, but when he'll become the Saviour King, he'll try to spare her and regret having to kill her - fuck to Baldo, Waldi, and the "creatures masquerading as humans" I guess - in FE16 ; in Nopes, he'll also join the "Church BaD" gang, thus isn't "really" opposing Supreme Leader, right?

Clout became a thing.

And Billy? Well, Barney's existence is their nemesis, so to prop Barney they should shit on Billy, right?

But to shit on them to this point - throwing them with the other Nabateans in Nopes in the "dgaf" trashcan but also, confirming the worst theories from FE16 (Jerry's not the best dad ever) hurts. Billy was, this time, sacrificed to make place for the new self-insert, but also, imho, to showcase how the damn space lizards are evil (and not only because we're playing an agarthan game/route, but also because it checks a certain someone's agenda).

So while I think it's less something of "the devs hate Billy" it's more like "the devs want you to buy Hresvelg Tea".

[taegularities]

HII RID 🦆🥨 so…. i have a confession to make!! i have been traveling around so i havent been able to leave any kind of message for cmi11 — and thank GOD i havenT 🤣🤣 bc the first feedback i wanna give u was “omg that wasnt 30+k words?!! it was so fast?!” lmao… since i read this on an airplane i copy pasted it into my notes to ensure the link wont close etc 🥹✌️

so color me surprised (lmao get it) when i keep on reading ur response to other asks & feedbacks about the ending… and im like??? the ending was like whatever? lmao (u know what i mean, it was a cliffhanger and really nothing to write home ab bc we dont know what it is— the “holy shit” line after going into the room) but i still didnt register that there was a SECOND PART to cmi11 bc i missed ur notes at the bottom 💀💀💀 im a clown truly LMFAO but I READ IT LAST NIGHT I FOUGHT THRU THE JETLAG 🤡🤡 and goodnesssss meeeeeweeeeee

just to start…… i love that theres so many scenes!!!!! i get so giddy when i know u can end the chapter on a particular scene and u didnt (HAHA i would scroll a little just to see if i have more to read 🙃)

the meeting w jk’s mom 🥹🥹 how is she that precious (what are u even saying munchhhkinnn — lives literally rent free in my head!!!! idk why munchkin can make me blush even more than angel does but if theres anyone who can do it, its certainly u & jk 💓) and i love their playfulness throughout the whole chapter, i really miss this ab them 😢😢 the past few i think oc has been too sad, or timid and also just blushing at jk’s advances ☹️☹️ WHEN his mom caught him looking at her?!!! when he unconsciously plays w the ends of her hair?? damn kill me now idk ahhhhh i alr re-read that scene like 4 times

regarding the l word scene, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA mfer saying he cant put his feelings to word and did better than shakespeare 😡😢

AH HELLO YOUUU!! it's so cute that you read this on the plane like fkjhsdkfa i'm glad you found something to kill the time!! also 30k+ passing fast is always the biggest compliment ever 😭 NOT YOU MISSING THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LMAOOOO oh my god i can imagine the confusion upon reading the asks, bc the "holy shit" truly was not the ✨ magnificent ending ✨ everyone spoke of 🤣

yes, i think this wasn't just the longest chapter wc wise, but had the most scenes, too!! like legit 10+, idk what i was on :') where am i ending the chapter.. always an unpredictable affair 😂 hope you liked how it ended after all!! yes his mom is… literally now we know where he got his all his kindness and his good heart from!! i'm so happy you liked the scene (and the nickname, bc munchkin is ABSOLUTELY growing on me :')) you're so right. they were so sad the past few chapters that i couldn't quite capture their bicker and their playful personalities, but that's what they are – dorky and sweet and enthusiastic about everything 🥺

thank you so much for reading and mentioning all the key scenesssss! you might not know, but messages like these leave me feeling so giddy and warm <3