#god i just. yeah. thank you. genuinely from the bottom of my heart thank you

[girliism]

dilf!art being father of the bride and you being lily’s maid of honor. *evil smile*

you could hear your new year’s resolution to stop smoking laughing at you as you stood outside the wedding reception.

lily had gotten married earlier that day and it was beautiful ceremony but the stress of making sure none of the bridesmaids made drank too much at the bachelorette party, yelling at flower delivery guys and keeping lily a happy bride to be had gotten to you. being a maid of honor/wedding planner was hard and you desperately needed a cigarette.

“hey.” you jumped at the sound of a deep voice, placing your free hand on your fast beating heart. “holy shit, mr. d. you fucking scared me.” art walked to stand beside you, he had ditched his black suit jacket and was only wearing a white button with the sleeves rolled up and his veiny arms on display. you tried not to stare.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you i was just looking to get some air.” he apologized. “it’s fine.” the two of you stood silently next to each other.

art cleared his throat. “do you mind if i…?” he pointed to the cigarette hanging from your lips. you shook your head, your fingers brushed together when you passes him the cigarette. art brought is to his mouth and took a deep inhale. you watched his head fall back as he blew out the smoke. “you did a good job with planning, everything looks amazing.” art’s voice tore you out of your trace of staring at his neck. “huh? oh, thanks. i’m seriously considering giving up my degree to do this full time.” you joked, taking the cigarette back from art, which earned you a chuckle from him.

the two of you stayed like that for awhile, passing the cigarette back and forth making small conversation. the lipstick you left on the orange end lightly staining arts lips. “so, how come you didn’t bring with a date?” the question was a little personal but you were nosy. “well….” he rocked back and forth a little on his heels. “i don’t know, i guess i just didn’t have anyone to bring.” he shrugged. “how come?” at this point you were genuinely curious, i mean tashi his ex wife had even brought a date.

art sighed. “don’t know if you noticed but i’ve kinda aged out of the dating scene.” he mumbled. you scoffed shaking your head. “what? you look really good for your age. you’ve probably got girls lining up to get in your bed. bet you don’t even need pill to get it up.” you even don’t realize what you’ve said until you said. “i mean, i’d still do you.” you really were just trying to make him feel better but you ended up hitting on him.

“you’d still do me?” he repeated laughing.

“w-well yeah. you’ve got the whole hot dad thing going on and you were like the first guy i had a wet dream about.” you rambled digging the heel of shoe into the ground below you. “really?” he asked. you could feel his eyes burning into you. you lifted your head to look at him. “yeah.” art brought his thumb up to scratch his bottom lip giving you a look, a look you understood and gave back.

you don’t know how but the two of you ended up in the back of his truck. your bridesmaid dress sitting in the passengers seat of his car as you worked to get the belt of his pants off.

art’s hands were rough and calloused on your soft skin as he ran them up your body to grope your boobs through your strapless bra. art presses kisses down your throat and on top of your breast. you finally get his belt undone and he lifts his hips to make sliding his pants and underwear down easier.

your eyes widen at the sight below you. “fuck.” you wanted it in your mouth but there wasn’t time for foreplay. “do you still wanna do this?” art asked, his blue eyes that had slight wrinkles on the sides of them looked into yours. “hell yeah.” you nodded your head leaning down to put your lips on his. art’s hands come up to hold your jaw forcing his tongue in your mouth when it fell open sighing as you sank down onto his thick cock.

“oh my god.” you both moaned. not bothering to get use to the stretch, you put you hands on art’s shoulders and started to bounce up and down slowly picking up the speed. “you’re so gorgeous.” art kissed and sucked at whatever skin he could find. “fucking yourself on me so well.” your head fell back and your loud moans filled up the car. “wanted this for so long mr. d.” you whined, legs started to ache so you stop bouncing to just grind your hips back and forth. art wrapped his big arms around your waist pulling your chest fully against his as you bucked his hip up, fucking you hard. “fuck, call me art.”

“artartartartartartart.” you muttered into his ear. your nails dug into his shoulder and your moans got louder and whiny the closer you got. “gonna cum.” art grunted, one of his hands leaving your waist you thumb over your clit. “it’s ok i’m on the pill.” art didn’t pass up the opportunity of cumming inside you, immediately painting your inner walls when you squeezed him particularly tight. soon you’re cumming with a quiet scream into his neck.

art lets you stay in his lap for a while as he strokes your hair and places kisses on your face before you catch sight of the time on his rolex. “shit, i have to give my speech soon.” you pull off letting art’s soft cock slip out of you. art hands you some napkins to clean yourself up before zipping you back into your dress. “i really enjoy this.” you said leaning against his car. “yeah, me too.” he answered. you gave him a smile before walking back into the reception hall.

“hey, where were you was about to go look for you.” lily says to you when you approach her table. “just maid of honor duties.” you lied to her, feeling like a terrible friend. “ok.” she smiled brightly at you. oh god, you were definitely going to hell and lily would be the one to send you if she ever found out you fucked her dad.

[moonlight-prose]

THE WAY YOU SAY GOODBYE

a/n: i have been watching way too much hart of dixie lately and well wade is basically just hangman in a different font. don't try to argue cause you know i'm absolutely right. so i spawned this drabble out of my head as if i were summoning a demon. enjoy my hangman girlies.

summary: if there's a way to say goodbye that has been noted in the history books, hangman will find a way to master it.

word count: 1k+

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

warnings: semi-explicit, kissing that borders on tongue fucking, he's nasty with it, cocky hangman, spit, again i say he's nasty with it.

Looking up the definition of the word goodbye would come with an endless amount of definitions and explanations. All in varying languages, with meanings so deep they grew like the roots of a tree. Embedding themselves in the earth with life of its own.

The way Hangman said goodbye wasn’t one of those.

He was assured, cocky, and genuinely believed he was God’s gift to this earth. You could see it with how he leaned against the pool table, his legs spread, lips pulled into a you know you want to fuck me smile. And the thing was…you couldn’t deny it. You did in fact want that. You had that. Four hours ago at the crack of dawn when he found his way back into your bed after a run and a shower.

Of course the others around would voice their displeasure and intense disgust if either of you brought it up. So you stayed silent. Sipping a coffee as he argued with Rooster over who had the bigger dick. Or something of that manner. You weren’t entirely focused on the conversation, your eyes fixated on the way his uniform pulled taut across his shoulders.

You were pretty sure that if you peeled the layers of fabric away, you’d find the imprint of your teeth in the muscle of his right shoulder.

Part of you was tempted to search for it. The other part had yet to notice he had stopped talking altogether, his attention on the only thing that mattered. You and your dreamy haze of love.

If he had the time he’d drag you to the bathroom, but everyone was already starting to pack it in for the morning. It would be a long day of training, of listening to the same orders over and over, of picking fights with one another until their patience ran thin. And all he wanted was to say goodbye to you properly. In a way that he’d feel each time you crossed his mind.

“You want a ride?” Fanboy asked, digging his keys out of his pocket.

He nodded. “Yeah thanks.”

“Let’s head out boys.” Phoenix shoved her arms into the leather jacket she’d brought even though the weather outside was warm enough to sunbathe.

He found his mind wandering to the image of you doing just that.

“Alright,” he sighed, standing tall as he reached for the jacket on the back of his chair.

You smiled as he sauntered over to you, his hand gripping your waist as he tugged you to stand up. “You’re going?”

He sighed as if you’d asked him the hardest question to exist. “Yeah. I’ve gotta go baby.”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

The soft smile that crossed his lips was enough to have your heart racing. “I’ve got a new bottle of wine, some new desserts to try out.”

He smiled, his hand sliding lower as you listed out a few other things. Some which you had to say softly, lest you bring the wrath of the others. You’d been in that predicament before; you didn’t necessarily want to go back. At least not for a few months. Getting caught at the rocks by the beach was bad enough. Getting caught by Rooster, Phoenix, and Coyote was worse.

Although they couldn’t deny it, they were much happier seeing Hangman in a relationship than out of one.

“We got to go man,” Fanboy said, nudging Payback to get up from where he sat. “I don’t want to get stuck doing extra push ups when your asses make me late.”

Jake chuckled, his eyes dropping to the way your tongue slid along your bottom lip. The idea of dropping in when he got lunch was appealing enough to hold him over for a few hours. At least then he could show you what he’d been craving to eat since this morning.

“Gentlemen. Phoenix. You might want to avert your eyes. I’m about to kiss my woman goodbye.” The groan from behind was enough to set you off in a fit of giggles, your hand sliding into the base of his hair. “C’mere sugar,” he mumbled, grasping the nape of your neck.

To say Jake Seresin invented the art of saying goodbye was an understatement. He made bidding farewell dirty, debauched, and so filthy so as to solidify that moment in your mind for the rest of the day. His tongue slid into your mouth, a soft moan at the taste of your coffee being pressed into the searing kiss, as he tugged you even closer. The breath was knocked from your lungs with each lick into you and you began to wonder if maybe he was thinking of something else entirely.

That only made you grip onto his hair tighter, pulling him close enough to feel the way his hips shifted forward. Not enough to draw attention from the others. Yet you felt as if he was grinding into you without a single item of clothing on.

“That’s disgusting!” Rooster shouted from across the bar.

Yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull away. Spit spread slightly down your chin, his teeth digging into the plush skin of your bottom lip, and you felt your knees begin to buckle. Even as he gripped your ass tight enough to leave a phantom touch behind.

He made sure you’d feel him all fucking day.

“Mm,” he hummed, his grip growing tighter. “Your coffee tastes delicious baby.”

You laughed. “You want some?”

“I gotta go,” he mumbled, kissing you again as he licked even deeper into your mouth. His sharp inhale the cause of your heart stuttering.

“So go,” you breathed. “I’m not stopping you.”

He smiled. “Liar.”

“Don’t be rude.”

“Or what?”

Twisting his hair between your fingers, you tugged his head back slightly. Earning you a soft grunt you felt in the base of your stomach.

“Or I find something else to occupy my night.”

“Noted Mrs. Seresin.” He snuck your mug out from behind you, stealing a sip as you hung on him—addicted to his mere presence.

You smiled, biting into your bottom lip as he cleaned you up with his thumb. “I’ll see you later Mr. Seresin.”

“Oh yes you will,” he murmured, stealing a chaste kiss as he swung his jacket over his shoulder. “You can count on it sugar!”

[moonstruckme]

I know we have emt mauraders (and I absolutely love them with all of my heart), but I can't get the image of fireman James out of my head. He's just so beefed up and just has that build about him. You know? 🫠

So true babe <3

cw: reader is trapped in elevator for a bit

firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 753 words

It took you some time to work up the courage to press the HELP button. Your building’s elevator has always been a bit scary, shuddering and screeching ever since you’d moved in, so you’d hoped for a while that it would just fix itself, remember that it was supposed to be moving and deliver you safely to your floor. No such luck.

You’re endlessly glad that you’re going home and not running late to work when it takes the fire crew another twenty minutes to show up. You’re guessing elevator rescues aren’t at the top of their priority list. When someone finally bangs on a door somewhere below you, you scramble up from where you’ve been sitting on the floor. 

“Fire department,” a man’s voice says.

“Hi,” you call back, feeling immediately stupid for it. Were you supposed to say your job description back or something? 

“Is everyone okay? How many of you are there?” 

“It’s—it’s just me.” 

“Alright,” the voice says, “we’re gonna get you out of there, just give us a second.” 

You hum back though he probably can’t hear. There’s a lot of creaking metal and muffled voices, and then the door to your prison squeaks slowly open. Most of what you can see is clearly elevator shaft, but there’s a small opening at your feet. Once it’s a couple of feet wide, a curly head pops through. 

“Hi,” the voice from earlier says. It comes from a lovely face, all tan skin and warm eyes and a radiant smile, like this man finds everything about his day genuinely cheering. “You alright in here? Injured at all?” 

It takes you a second to find your voice, and even once you do it sounds pitchier than normal. “No, I’m fine. Thanks.” 

“Perfect.” Somehow, his grin seems to widen, which is a bit much for you right now. Suddenly you’re kind of dizzy. “Okay, I’m just going to have you scooch on your bum over here and stick your legs out, yeah? I’ll pop out so I can lower you down.” 

He’s going…he’s going to grab your legs. Okay. Awesome. This is totally your everyday. 

Some of your hesitance must show on your face, because the man’s expression softens. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself,” he says. “I’m James. What’s your name?” 

You tell him, so quietly you’re not sure he can hear, but James nods anyway. “Y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve already been stuck for god knows how long, and I’m sure you’d like to get to where you’re going. This is the easy part, okay?” 

“Okay,” you echo. 

James gives you an encouraging smile, retreating from the opening. “Alright, just set your legs out here,” he calls up. 

You sit down on the elevator floor, slipping your feet through so your legs are dangling in open air. A second later, strong hands grip the undersides of your thighs. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” James says. “I’m gonna ease you out, and I just need you to lean back so you don’t bump your head on anything, yeah?” 

You hum in response. He starts pulling you out of the elevator, his grip moving up your thighs to your bottom once it emerges. Your heart thunders, both from the intimate contact and from trusting your weight wholly to someone else. Soon you’ve cleared the opening. Another set of hands cups the back of your head to ensure you don’t hit it on the elevator floor, and then you’re sitting up, your hands landing on James’ shoulders for balance. They’re really quite substantial, you can’t help but notice, wide and full of thick, corded muscle. He tilts his head back, grinning up at you. 

“See?” he says. “Easy.” 

A dizzy little laugh escapes you, and James’ grin takes on a whole new quality. Something curious about it. He hoists you up in his arms, grip transferring to your waist so he can lower you to the floor. 

“Thanks,” you manage, looking up at him. You look at the other handful of firefighters around too, the embarrassment of your situation finally sinking in. Your face heats. “I really appreciate the help.” 

“Anytime, sweetheart,” James says. As the others start packing up equipment, his attention stays on you. “You sure you’re alright? Where are you going from here?” 

You do your best to give him a smile of your own. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just going home. I live on the sixth floor.” 

He hums. “Best take the stairs this time.”

[charliegyrth]

Three Roommates

Watch Them Feed Each Other...

This story is based on a recommendation by @nolantrojan.

***

I was the first to arrive in the dorms, so I chose the solo bed closest to the window. My two dormmates (Kirk and Braxton, according to the sign on the door) would have to share the bunkbed.

I’m an only child, so I’d never had to share space before. I was pretty nervous. For one thing, I was an introvert. Big time. I enjoyed hanging out with my closest friends, but when it came to meeting new people, I was super awkward.

For another thing, I was gay. I’d been out of the closet since junior high (though people had assumed I was gay pretty much since kindergarten). I wasn’t ashamed of it, of course, but I knew that some dormmates might have a problem.

When Kirk and Braxton arrived (together), my heart sank. I took one look at them and knew they were straight. Kirk had a buzz cut and lumbered when he walked. Braxton was a big, burly football-player type.

Both were quite handsome, though. (Especially Braxton. I loved big, manly bellies, and his was both of those things.)

“Yo! Roomie!” Kirk shouted like a total bro. He headed toward me and shoved his fist at me.

At first, I just stared at his knuckles. Then I realized he wanted me to give him a fist bump. I did (lamely).

“Nice to meet you!” Braxton said as he wheeled in both their suitcases.

“Yeah. Hi,” I muttered. I stared at my lap. (Terrible at eye contact.)

“You’re Trace, right? Or is it pronounced Trace-y?” Kirk asked. I couldn’t tell if that was a genuine question or if he was using a woman’s name to make fun of me.

“Trace.”

“Cool.” He turned to Braxton. “I get top bunk, man.”

“Says who?”

“Says me!” he shouted. “I don’t want your fat ass breaking the mattress and squashing me in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah?” Braxton said, charging forward and bumping his gut against Kirk. Clearly, they knew each other, and they seemed like frenemies.

Kirk shoved Braxton backward, forcing the bigger guy to stumble a few steps. Then Braxton grabbed Kirk by the shoulders and used all his weight to shove him onto the bottom bunk.

I looked away as the two of them got into a fight. Less than a minute after meeting them, and I already knew that I’d gotten the two worst roommates. They were just so bro-y. Were they gonna fight like this all the time? Worse, would they treat me like this if I did something to piss them off?

I pulled out my phone, looking for the RA’s email so I could request a transfer while Kirk and Braxton wrestled each other on the bed.

God. I hated my life.

But the wrestling noises died down, and when I looked back up, they were no longer fighting each other. Kirk was on top on Braxton, pinning him down and kissing him on the mouth.

Braxton pushed him back. “Dude! Not in front of the new guy.”

Kirk wiped his mouth. “Oh. Sorry.” Then he turned to me. “Sorry. We just get excited sometimes.”

“You two…” I stammered. “You’re…”

Braxton sat up and wrapped his thick arm around Kirk’s shoulder. “Boyfriends. Yeah. But we don’t wanna make you feel awkward.” He gave Kirk an affectionate yet annoyed glance. “Right, babe?”

Kirk shrugged. “We’ll behave ourselves.” He playfully jiggled Braxton’s belly.

In response, Braxton pushed him off the bed. “You’re the worst.”

“You are!”

Well, this was not what I expected.

Without saying anything, Kirk hurried into the bathroom, leaving me alone with his boyfriend.

“Seriously,” Braxton told me. “You don’t have to worry. We both know dorm etiquette. No fooling around when you’re in the room.”

“Cool,” I mumbled.

Braxton leaned forward, studying me. “You’re not upset, are you? I mean, having gay roommates?”

“No. I’m…”

Before I could say that I was gay too, he cut me off. “Thank frickin’ God.” Then he shouted toward the bathroom door. “Dude, he’s an ally!”

“Thank frickin’ God!” Kirk shouted from inside the bathroom.

An ally? Couldn’t they see that I was gay? I was wearing short-shorts and my suitcases were all Mattel pink.

Kirk strutted back in. He must’ve just washed his hands, because he was drying them on his jeans. “So. Trace. Tell us about yourself.”

I mentioned that I was an English lit major. That I was valedictorian at my high school. That I grew up in small-town Arizona. That I was single.

This was the perfect opportunity to come out to them, and yet I didn’t. I wasn’t sure why. I guess because I never really had to come out before. People just always knew.

Whatever. They’d figure it out eventually.

Then Kirk (the more talkative of the two) told me their story. They were both from Boston. They’d been dating since sophomore year of high school. They loved hockey (watching, not playing).

Overall, they seemed like pretty normal guys. I didn’t have anything in common with them, but I guess that didn’t matter.

There was one strange thing about our conversation, though. As Kirk was talking, he reached into his suitcase (decorated with Boston Bruins insignia) and fished out a packet of Oreos. Then, as he kept talking, he took out the cookies one by one and fed them to Braxton. Braxton ate each one without saying anything. It was the strangest thing, especially because neither of them acknowledged it.

Kind of cute, though. I wish I had a boyfriend who loved me enough to feed me sweets just for the hell of it.

Oh well.

***

I was alone in the dorms reading a novel for my Victorian literature class when the door flew open. Kirk and Braxton stumbled inside, both pawing at each other. Kirk had pulled up Braxton’s shirt halfway, revealing his pale, hairy belly.

They made it to the bottom bunk when they noticed that I was in the room. Kirk immediately let go of his boyfriend. Braxton's shirt dropped back down.

Braxton punched his arm. “Dude, you said he had class now.”

“I would’ve,” I chimed in. “But I changed my schedule yesterday. Didn’t like one of the professors. Sorry. I’ll… do the rest of my reading in the common room.” I stood up and started for the door.

“Naw, man,” Braxton said. “We can’t kick you out. It’s not fair to you.”

The three of us had been living together for two weeks now, and we hadn’t had a single problem. Once I got used to their more brash personalities, I really started to like them. In fact, I think their total confidence was really starting to rub off on me. Sure, there were some nights when I heard them messing around after they thought I was asleep, but that didn’t bother me.

Kirk looked over at his boyfriend, disappointed. “But babe. What about…?” He nodded toward a shopping bag in his hand. (I hadn’t noticed that before.)

“Later,” Braxton reassured him.

My interest was piqued. “What’s in the bag? If you don’t mind me asking.” (See what I mean about their confidence rubbing off on me? A few weeks ago, I would not have asked that question.)

Kirk looked at Braxton for permission. When Braxton nodded, he opened the bag and pulled out three packets of Oreos and a can of whipped cream.

“Just a snack,” Kirk said.

“Then why save it for later?” I asked. “Go ahead.”

They glanced at each other, both silently asking for permission. Braxton shrugged. Kirk grinned. And then they snuggled together on the bottom bunk (where they both usually slept) and Kirk opened the first box of Oreos.

I tried to focus on my book. I really did. But I couldn’t stop glancing over as Kirk slid Oreos into Braxton’s expectant mouth. At first, it felt like an affectionate display, just one guy spoiling his chubby boyfriend. But as they continued, things definitely got more erotic. Braxton started moaning. Kirk slid his hand in gentle circles across Braxton’s belly, sometimes pinching the fat at the bottom.

I stared at my book but my brain couldn’t process the words in front of me. I was genuinely confused by my roommates. Why were they turned on by Oreos?

And more importantly, why was I getting turned on, too? I wasn’t even looking at them, but I was still getting hard.

Eventually, the moaning stopped and I glanced over. They’d finished two packets of Oreos and Kirk was whispering something in his boyfriend’s ear.

Whatever he said made Braxton laugh. “Dude! No!”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask?” Kirk whispered back. Then, ignoring his boyfriend’s hesitance, he turned toward me. “Hey, Trace. Wanna join in?”

My heart pounded. “I… um, don’t like Oreos.”

“See?” Braxton whispered to Kirk.

Kirk held up the spray can. “Do you like whipped cream?”

“I guess.”

With a big smile on his face, Kirk gestured for me to come closer. I started to get out of my desk chair when I realized that my semi hard-on was visible through my pants. I lowered myself back down and scooted the chair toward them.

Too late, though. Kirk noticed the bulge and elbowed his boyfriend. “Told ya.” With my chair about a foot away from their bed, he handed me the whipped cream. “Try it.”

I was still confused, but I was curious, too. I popped off the cap and angled it toward my mouth.

“Woah! What are you doing?” Kirk said.

“I was just…” When I noticed Braxton’s open mouth, I realized my mistake. When he said “try it,” he didn’t want me to eat the cream. He wanted me to join in on feeding Braxton. The realization scared me a little. I was joining in on some sexual kink that I still didn’t understand. I guess I was open to it, though.

I pushed the can toward Braxton, but he stopped me. “Actually, if you’d prefer to have some yourself, we’d be okay with that, too. Right, Kirk?”

Kirk thought for a second, then smiled. “Why not? Could be fun.”

I thought that meant he wanted me to spray some of it into my mouth, but instead, he grabbed the can out of my hands and pressed the nozzle against my lips.

More warmth rushed to my dick. Why was this turning me on so much?!

Kirk held the back of my head and I started to suck. The cream filled my mouth and my cheeks bulged out. At first, I wasn’t ready to swallow. Then I did. He sprayed in more, and I swallowed that, too.

Then he pulled the can away from my face and handed it to Braxton.

Braxton leaned forward on the bed, his belly filling his lap, and he squirted more whipped cream in my mouth. “This is fun!” he told his boyfriend.

“Tell me about it,” Kirk replied as he pulled out the next packet of Oreos.

When Braxton pulled the can away, Kirk slid an Oreo between my lips. Then Braxton sprayed again. They went back and forth for a while, alternating so quickly that I was having trouble keeping up.

I’m not sure how long it lasted. (This whole experience could’ve been minutes or hours. I couldn’t tell.) But before the can was empty, Braxton stopped and said, “My turn again!”

He waited for me to take back the can, which I did. Then Kirk and I worked together to fill him up just like they’d done to me.

Somehow, my confusion at what we were doing only made everything hotter. Pretty soon, the cream was finished. The Oreos were gone. And the three of us just sat there, feeling a sense of achy satisfaction that reminded me of the first few minutes after sex.

“What did we just do?” I had to ask.

“Just a snack,” Kirk said. “We were about to head down to the cafeteria for our real lunch if you wanna join us?”

I looked at my phone. I had class in twenty minutes. I’d never skipped classes before. I opened my mouth to refuse, but instead, the word “okay” came out of my mouth.

Braxton kissed Kirk on the cheek, leaving a streak of whipped cream. “Let’s go. I’m starved.”

***

Kirk strutted into the dorm room with two grocery bags filled with god-knows-what. Probably more donuts because he knew how much I liked them.

“You are such a bad influence,” I said from my desk. “You know I have class soon.”

Braxton waddled into the room behind his boyfriend. “More for me then!”

“Dammit. Fine,” I gave in. “But this is the last time this week. I can’t miss any more lectures.” We knew that I wasn’t going to stick to that. I never did.

Three months into the semester, and I’d been to about half of my total classes. Maybe less. I was still keeping up with the assignments, but my work ethic had gone out the window, all because of our damn feeding sessions. They’d become an addiction. Our dorm room, covered with stains and filled with trash, was crime-scene evidence for how constant and messy those sessions were.

Kirk did all the shopping, and he seemed to be increasing the amount of snacks each time. At first, Braxton and I ate an equal amount. (Kirk never ate anything himself.) After a few weeks, though, I noticed that Braxton’s stomach had grown. I realized that if I kept going at his pace, I’d start gaining, too. I didn’t want that, so I pulled back a little, still stuffing myself but always stopping earlier than my fat roommate.

Outside of the dorms, the three of us started doing a lot of stuff together. We’d go to the movies, attend parties, and hit up the cafeteria (at least once a day). Even though I never joined in on the physical affection they showed each other (aside from giving Braxton occasional belly rubs), I really felt like we had become a throuple. I was always so much happier when at least one of them was around.

Kirk pulled our table to the middle of the room and unloaded today’s goodies. I was right about the donuts. He’d even gotten the ones with strawberry frosting! (I’d told him last week that those were my favorite.) He also had cinnamon rolls and (of course) cans of whipped cream.

I dutifully pulled my chair up to the table.

Braxton sat across from me, his belly pushing into the table. It had definitely grown in the last few weeks. Softened, too. It used to be more spherical, but it was seriously starting to droop.

“Who’s first?” Kirk asked grandly. He always asked that, and of course, he always chose his boyfriend. I didn’t mind.

But today, he turned to me and said, “You ready?”

I was both surprised and flattered. “Me first? Really?”

“You deserve it, bro,” Braxton said. “Kirk and I were talking this morning, and… Well, it’s been a fantasy for both of us to fatten up our straight college roommate. It’s kind of a dream come true.”

I gulped. Two things about that surprised me. The first was that they still thought I was straight. Yeah, I still hadn’t come out to them, but everything about me—from my clothes to my voice to my fashion sense—should’ve tipped them off.

And the other thing, the bigger thing, was that they thought they were fattening me up. No! I was still the same skinny guy. Braxton was getting fatter, not me.

“Guys, I’m not…”

“You’re not straight?” Kirk interrupted. “I knew it.” He turned to Braxton and held out his hand. “Pay up.”

Braxton grumbled as he pulled out his wallet and handed Kirk a five-dollar bill.

“You were betting on me?”

“Dude! It’s all good. We just have terrible gaydar. That’s all.” Kirk slapped his fat boyfriend on the back. “I mean, I thought this homo was straight right up until he went down on me at a debate tournament. Isn’t that right, babe?”

Braxton blushed. “Let’s just start eating.”

“Wait!” I said, even though Kirk had already raised a donut toward me. “I’m not trying to get fat. I just like the eating part.”

“Really?” Braxton said, squeezing the fat roll that had recently formed under his chest. “You’d like it.”

“No. I'm not... interested in that part. That’s why I’m not, you know, eating as much as you.”

Braxton and Kirk exchanged a long look between them. Then they both turned back toward me.

“Have you seen yourself lately?” Kirk asked.

“I…”

“Take off your shirt, man,” he encouraged.

Two months ago, I would’ve said no. I probably would’ve mumbled something and left the room. But I felt so close to my roommates now. Plus, I was confident that they were wrong. I might’ve gained a couple pounds, but I still fit into all my clothes.

I stood up and stripped off my shirt. “See? Still skinny.”

Braxton stared at my bare stomach. “Sorta. I think you’re skinny-fat now.”

Smiling, Kirk walked toward me. Without saying anything, he grabbed me by the waist and squeezed.

I gulped. For the first time, there was something to squeeze.

I looked down and saw his fingers gripping rolls of fat on my sides. Love handles.

Still not speaking, he grabbed the skin under my belly button and squeezed that, too. More fat.

They were right. These feeding sessions had coated me in fat. My overall shape hadn’t changed, but I’d gotten soft.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t realize…”

“Why?” Kirk said. His hands still played with my belly fat.

“Because I don’t wanna get fat. I like the way I look.”

Slowly, he slid his palms up my stomach before stopping at my chest. With his eyes locked on mine, he squeezed into my pecs. Except, they weren’t really pecs now. They were bulges of fat.

I trembled a little. That felt good.

“Why?” he asked again.

“Because I don’t want… I…”

He kissed me.

God.

Braxton must’ve gotten out of the chair, because he was suddenly behind me, his fingers tracing the slight creases just above my love handles. He kissed my neck.

“You can’t stop now,” Braxton whispered into my ear. His belly was pressed into my back. “Now that we know you’re not straight, imagine how much more fun we can have.”

Kirk pulled back. “And imagine how big we can make you.”

I didn’t say anything. I allowed them both to push me back into my chair. Kirk and Braxton joined me at the table.

These two were definitely a bad influence on me, but I couldn’t fight it anymore. I opened my mouth and waited for the first donut.

***

I was at my laptop, listening to my professor drone on about Charles Dickens again. Now that I’d switched to 100% online lessons, my classes were so much easier. I could set my own pace (more or less) and since I was in the comfort of our own apartment, I could graze on snacks as much as I wanted.

I reached into my potato chip bag for another handful, but all I got were crumbles on my fingers. I’d need Kirk to get me another bag.

Before I could ask him, I felt him surprise me from behind, kiss my cheek, and place a fresh bag in my lap. Somehow, he always knew.

“Thanks, babe.”

“Is the lecture almost over?” he asked.

“Forty more minutes.”

“Really? We can’t wait that long. Can’t you…”

“Ugh. Fine.” I made sure that my mic was on mute (it was) and pushed myself out of my chair. The lecture would continue without me. I’m sure I wasn’t missing much. I was going to graduate in a month, so it really didn’t matter if I missed one more lecture.

Kirk grabbed my hand and led me into our living room.

Braxton was waiting on the couch, shirtless as always. He smiled up at us, not at all surprised that Kirk had convinced me to skip out on another lecture.

He looked particularly handsome today. His latest cluster of stretchmarks had finally faded, leaving faint pink trails from his lower belly all the way up to his under-moob roll. Sure, his moobs had gotten a bit mismatched, with one angled more to the side, but with nipples as big as potatoes, how could anyone complain?

One day, I’d catch up to him. Probably not for a while, of course. 400+ was a pretty heft goal, but one day. I had the determination.

He patted the space next to him on the couch. “Ready?”

“Always,” I said as I flopped my fat ass onto the cushion. Kirk pushed the table closer to us. It was covered with platters of lasagna and spaghetti. No utensils, of course. Now that we lived off-campus, we could get as messy as we wanted, and of course Kirk wanted us to get really messy.

He took a second to glance back and forth at his two massive lovers, smiling at what we’d both become. “I love you,” he said, talking to us both. Equally.

Braxton grabbed the front of my shirt to help me strip it off. At his size, he couldn’t really angle his body toward me. I ended up pulling it off myself.

“Trace,” he said, “you’re beautiful.”

“I know.” Yeah, he outweighed me by 130 pounds, and he looked so much more massive than me, but we loved each other too much to compare. He was beautiful, and so was I.

“Alright, dudes!” Kirk said. “Dig in!”

Braxton scooped up a handful of lasagna while I went straight for the spaghetti, allowing tomato sauce to ooze down my chubby arm.

Kirk, still as slim as ever, climbed in next to me and started playing with my belly. That always kept me motivated.

And through the door into the other room, I could see my laptop. My professor’s face was still there, talking about something unimportant. I had better things to think about.

The End And please send me more suggestions!!! They're so much fun!

[restlesscrybaby]

Your ring a ding hc post is genuinely so awesome I’m on my hands and knees thanking you for feeding us please give us any and all nsfw content you have of this beautiful man PLSSS YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD 😭😭😭

Awhh thank you, anon!! I have a small fanfic idea I've had in my skull, but I've never posted a fic on Tumblr!! Maybe one day! For now.. I have more headcanons!!

!! MR. RING-A-DING / LUX IMPERATOR !!

-- NSFW HEADCANONS!

! ⚠️ This post contains NSFW. You've been warned. MDNI. ⚠️ !

He has a very prominent side vein. But, he can switch it from one side to the next.

If he plays his cards right, he's able to mold into shapes, like they did in old cartoons. So.. Put an image in your head, sweet users...

Due to him being light, he loves the light being on during sex, as I said previously. Why would he want the light off when he can view your stunning face, and admire your beautiful body? Every curve, quirk, flaw.. Naturally human!

FOR FEMALE READERS - He likes sucking on your boobs. It's weird, but bending over for him when you're riding, he'll do it immediately. It's harsh and fast, and his movements speed up. Woah mama!

FOR MALE READERS - He likes tracing you inch by inch. His rubbery digit glides up your cock, doing a small tiptoe motion, sound effects included. He presses his thumb against the tip and all, a playful 'HONK!' Plays. Woah!

He's mainly a dom. But, he doesn't mind being submissive!

... He can change the taste of it. Yes. You heard me right. He can.. Weirdly enough. Change the taste of it.

You worked your mouth against the rubbery cock of the toon, your eyes shut as you felt his cock invade the warm surroundings of your mouth. He tasted... Alright. He wasn't a certain taste or anything just ... A taste.

You must've made a sort of sour face, because suddenly, a sad, violin played. Your eyes opened and looked up, his eyes wide, some big tears flooding the bottom.

"Awhh, darn! You don't like my taste..?" His pig nose sniffled out, his head gently tilting as the sound increased. When you went to pull away to answer, his hand suddenly grabbed the top of your head, pushing you onto it more. His tears seemed to dry immediately as his heart started to beat from his chest. Tacky, you must admit.

"HH-- Here! Try thisss-" He panted, as he snapped his fingers, and you watched him shiver. His skin suddenly gained stripes, that changed color, going down to his cock. Before the color went away.

And suddenly, all you tasted was sugar... It tasted so good. You started to try to taste as much as you could...

That seems to be what he wanted, his head tilting back as stars began to circle his head.

"WOOAAAHH, MAMA!!" He howled out, his heart beating out of his chest, his antenna curling up into a heart shape.

When going soft, he makes a sad little deflating sound.

His soundtrack? Yeah. It gets louder when he busts, and it starts going haywire.

When he's done, and you look at him, he has stars around his head, and heart-eyes.

During the act, he commonly has the same issue. Heart-eyes. All the time.

He's a drooler. If you're in doggy, you'll feel his drool dripping onto you.

He uses the pictures and video of you he has to get off when you're not around.

He isn't too greedy, thank Gods. But, he does get TOOOO into it.

Which means overstim.

When he wants something, he takes it. Trust.

He loves lipstick prints. That is all I'll say.

Yes...

You get some photos and videos of him too. Enjoy, 'sweetie-pie'!

Favorite positions are commonly spread-eagle and doggy-style! He likes the openness and the control! Plus, it's easier on his size!

He doesn't mind being ridden tho..

Be warned! Riding him means he will wrap his arms around your waist and hold onto you closely!

Pet-names galore. In and out of bed. 'Sweetie-pie', 'toots', 'baby', 'babes', etc!

He thoroughly believes you are his. He will make sure you know this. And he won't let you think otherwise.

He's a bit obsessive and possessive. It shows during sex, how he talks to you, 'all mine!', all of that.

Bleghh!! Thank you anon for asking for more, sorry it took so long and it's more short!

I'm glad you guys like my writing! Mwah!

As always, ignore any fuckups!

[broidobe]

𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

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☾reader wakes up cranky on her period and unintentionally neglects dave mustaine all day, only to realize at night that he’s feeling hurt and neglected, leading to heartfelt apologies and soft cuddles☽

☾warnings: mild language, period symptoms (cramps, mood swings), lots of fluff☽

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morning comes, and you already know it’s going to be one of those days the second you wake up. your body feels heavy, your lower back aches, and the dull, familiar cramping in your stomach makes you groan before you even open your eyes. you’re in a mood, and unfortunately, dave mustaine is about to be the undeserving victim of it.

he stirs beside you, letting out a groggy, content sigh as he stretches. “morning, babe,” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. he leans in, expecting the usual soft kiss you give him every morning—except this time, you don’t move. you just grunt in response, rolling away from him with a sigh.

dave blinks, confused. “uh… okay,” he mumbles to himself, sitting up slowly.

throughout the day, he tries. he really tries. he brings you coffee. you barely mumble a thanks. he asks what you want for breakfast. you just shrug. when he tries to put his arms around you while you’re curled up on the couch, you shift away, not even realizing how much it deflates him.

dave isn’t used to this. you’re always affectionate with him—always giving him soft kisses, running your fingers through his hair, nudging him with playful smiles. but today? today, it’s like he doesn’t exist.

by the time night rolls around, you’ve finally started to feel a little more like yourself. you pad into the bedroom, rubbing your eyes, and that’s when you see him sitting on the edge of the bed, arms crossed over his chest, bottom lip slightly jutted out.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, frowning a little.

dave looks up at you with the saddest pair of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “why are you mad at me?” his voice is quiet, tinged with genuine hurt.

your heart sinks. oh, god. you didn’t even realize.

“oh, baby,” you breathe, moving closer. “i’m not mad at you. i promise.”

he blinks at you, still pouting. “then why didn’t you kiss me this morning?”

you wince. “i—ugh, dave, i just—i woke up feeling like absolute shit. cramps, back pain, everything. i didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

he softens a little, but you can tell he’s still feeling a little wounded. you immediately cup his face, peppering soft kisses all over his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose, until you finally press a lingering kiss against his lips.

“i’m so sorry, baby,” you murmur between kisses. “you’re my favorite person. i’d never be mad at you.”

dave hums, wrapping his arms around you, his hold loose but comforting. “so… i can have my hug now?”

you laugh softly, running your fingers through his hair. “yeah, you big baby. c’mere.”

he doesn’t waste a second before pulling you onto the bed with him, wrapping himself around you like a contented cat. within minutes, he’s already dozing off, his head resting against your chest, breath warm against your skin.

you sigh, pressing one last kiss to his forehead.

you’ll make it up to him even more tomorrow—but for now, this is enough.

[nectardaddy]

OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN  . . . single dad! meian + f!reader

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✮⋆˙ notes/CWs - suggestive, 17+ to read, language, meian is insanely flirty, formatted differently than my usual so lmk if we like it! I probably won't stick to it but I like it in this instance :), not proofread bc I'm lazy sorry, dedicated to the wonderful, amazing, best friend forever @nekozaki who truly outdid herself for my secret santa gift so I'm here returning the favor!! you're amazing ellie thank you for being such a wonderful person and writer, I hope you enjoy <33

Re: today is awful  From: Meian Shūgo I can make your day 10 times better if you come over tonight ;)

The woman stared down at the email with baited breath, held it so long she thought she might get dizzy. Until finally a strangled breath passed her lips, filled her lungs before she swallowed harshly. Over and over, she read the sentence; over and over until her heart surged to her throat with her cheeks hot. 

He sent that to her work email. 

A cheeky habit the pair had, emailing each other. A nice surprise to see kind, often silly emails, throughout the day - sometimes he sent pictures from practice, but more often than not he sent terrible dad jokes - so she always replied. Normally, she would send an update about her day, and he would always reply with an endearing message back. But today was different, today was spicy; Meian had a fire underneath him and didn't mind the consequences. 

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she swiped away from the email; torn between wanting to smile and wanting to tear him apart for sending something like that. Her fingers were quick to find his contact and hit call, and she decided to draw and quarter him the moment he picked up. 

The man was at practice around this time, and she knew he had slinked himself away just to answer - which only made her more riled. He answered because he knew what the call was about, no doubt.

“You got my email, didn't you?” A coy question that made her stomach drop and twist in knots; the man had the unique affinity of leaving her breathless. “You miss me that much, sweetheart?” His voice was laced with a faux sense of sympathy, a teasing aura muddled behind a true care and compassion for the woman.

“You can't send shit like that through a work email, Meian!” A hushed tone as she put force behind the man's name, which only made a chuckle sound from the other end of the line. “Oh yeah, laugh it up, those emails are screened by the way. Let's not forget I work at a school.” 

“It wasn't even that bad,” he reasoned. “So put the family name away, I could've sent a lot worse.” 

“I bet you could've, jackass,” she rolled her eyes at his brashness. Her eyes flickered up to the closed door of her classroom, then to the clock on the back end of the wall. At least he knew the times when people weren't in her classroom, that was the only redeeming arc of it all. “Not the point though. Use your brain before you send an email like that again. Think to yourself: is this helpful, is this kind, will it get flagged by my girlfriend's work because I don't know how to contain myself?” 

Another chuckle, and she let out a loud groan. “Pretty hot when you use that tone with me,” he chided, she could practically hear him smirking through the line. “You should use it when-” 

“Dear god, don't finish that sentence right now.” She closed her eyes and groaned once more, and the twinge of exhaustion that settled upon her was apparent even over the phone. He frowned once the tone had shifted, although she couldn't see it. 

“Alright, alright, I'm sorry.” Spoken genuinely, with a small breath, before she heard him smile again. “‘Love you.” 

There was a small pause, one she could’ve excused as poor signal, but didn’t as she took a sharp inhale. The pair had just recently shared the intimacy of such words of adoration, pouring their hearts out on a drunken escapade that spilled over into the next day, and the day after that. The freshness of the statement still made her stomach fill with butterflies and her cheeks hot; for once, she was glad he wasn’t around to see just how flustered he made her. 

“I love you, too.”

She heard him hum just before the loud bang of a door swinging open on his end rang through. “I’ve been found,” he chuckled, “I’ll talk to you later, alright?” 

“Have fun at practice, Shū.” Instead of his own voice ringing through; however, another took its place. Farther back from the phone, as if they were in front of the man she wished to speak to, and loud - obnoxious. 

“Holy fuck is that your girlfriend? Let me talk to her!”

The click of the call ending was loud, and she only chuckled when she took the phone from her ear. 

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[lil-elle]

Locked Out - Pt.2

group: xikers

pair: neighbour!minjae x fem!reader

genre: college au, fluff, pining(?), boy next door(?)

word count: 3.2k

content: no content warnings teehee ♡ (unless the existence of food is a content warning?)

a/n: read part 1 HERE

After finishing your food, you found yourself sitting down with Minjae on his couch, just chatting about this and that. The conversation just seemed to flow so naturally.

“So why exactly were you locked out of your own dorm?” He smirked, stretching an arm across the back of the small couch. You chuckled embarrassedly and dropped your head.

“Well…obviously I forgot my key when I was leaving for class this morning. That wouldn't have been a problem if it didn't just so happen to be the day my roommate was going to visit her sister. Overnight.”

“Oof.” He said, smiling.

“BIG oof. So anyway, she locked the door when she left while I was at class. Then I went to work, and when I finally got home- no key.”

He chuckled lightly into his hand, making you gasp and giggle back.

“Hey, don't laugh!” You smacked his arm playfully.

“I'm sorry!....It's kinda funny, though.”

You scoffed dramatically, not in a space at all to act upset with a massive smile stretched across your face.

“...That's when you showed up…” You smiled softly at him and his laughter dried up as a slightly flustered expression came across his face. “So, thank you.”

He suddenly cleared his throat and turned his head away, the red tips of his ears peeking out from behind his hair.

“Y-Yeah, o-of course…” He stuttered and you couldn't help but find his shy persona endearing.

“So…Minjae.”

“Hmm?” His head snapped back up to look over at you, his voice cracking slightly as he hummed.

“What's your major? I've never seen you around on campus before.”

The pink slowly faded from his cheeks as he responded.

“Music production! So, like composing and lyric writing, and I even do some performance based classes.”

You felt a strange tickle in your stomach as he said that and thought: “Wow. Okay, that's kind of attractive.”

“Woah, so can you like play the guitar and stuff?”

He let out a soft giggle.

“Yup. And the piano. And I can sing too.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden cockiness.

“Wow, and you're so humble too~” You said sarcastically, earning a bellowing laugh from him and a smile in a way that pushed up his cheeks and bottom eyelids, almost completely hiding his pretty brown eyes from sight. God, it was charming.

After a few seconds, he sighed and looked back at you.

“What about you, y/n?”

You thought for a moment before sighing with a wry smile growing on your face.

“Just…business, I guess, but it’s not really what I want to do.”

He leaned forward slightly, eyes showing complete, genuine interest in what you were saying.

“I actually don't know what I want to do…at all…”

His eyes turned empathetic as you continued.

“I-It's silly-”

“It's not. Not at all.”

You stared back into his deep, round eyes as he spoke with a firm yet gentle tone.

“Believe me, you have no idea how many different things I tried before I decided on music production. I think I switched majors like at least 4 times before landing where I am now.”

Your heart suddenly jumped as he said those words and your eyes went wide.

“4 TIMES?? What year are you in!?”

He looked taken aback for a moment before stuttering out his response.

“Um…well I'm in my first year as a music production major…but my third year in college in general.”

Your mouth fell open slightly.

“You're…21..?”

He nodded softly.

“You're not?” He asked in almost a whispered tone.

“NO?? I'm 19!”

“Oh! Wow. I didn't know they mixed up the ages when assigning us to dorm buildings.”

“Me neither!??!”

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. You were the first one to speak up through your giggles.

“You've been going here for 3 years and you didn't know either??”

He chuckled for a few seconds longer before taking in a breath and responding.

“I don't know! My roommates have always been in the same year as me and I'm not really the type to socialise with the neighbours.”

You giggled softly and he smiled widely at you, his eyes holding emotions you couldn't quite place, and you couldn't deny how much you wanted to just dive into them and find out every little detail about him.

“...Well I'm glad you decided to socialise with me, at least…” You mumbled before you even thought about it, shifting your arm to lay on the back of the couch as well, your fingers dangerously close to brushing against his.

He looked down at the floor with a shy smile before bringing his soft gaze back to you.

“...Me too…You're really cool, y/n…” Your heart skipping when he said your name was already more than you expected, but when the tip of his index finger brushed against your knuckle oh so lightly, it was as if a lightning bolt just ran through your body. Before you knew it, you'd yanked your hand away and were standing upright, fighting a blush quickly overtaking your face. Silence passed between you two for a few seconds, although it felt much much longer as you stood facing away and rubbing at the spot on your knuckle that he had touched.

“...Um…S-Sorry, I thought-”

“I-It's okay! I just…remembered I have class again in the morning, y’know?” You chuckled shyly, turning to face him despite the insanely obvious redness in your cheeks, which he definitely noticed as his cheeks slowly began taking on the same red colour.

“O-oh! R-Right!” He quickly stood, looking around and thinking for a moment.

“Uh…You can sleep in my bed if you want.”

Your blush only deepened as you stared at him, his words replaying in your head endlessly.

“...Huh?”

He just stared at you for a moment slightly confused before it hit him what you were thinking, his face growing so red that you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

“OH! NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, GOD NO!” He slapped his hands over his face and you could've sworn you heard him mutter “idiot!” before sighing and dropping his hands again. “I meant…you sleep in my bed, and I sleep on the couch.”

“O-oh! That makes more sense…” You giggled shyly, looking down at the ground. “But…I'm fine sleeping on the couch y'know? I don't wanna like steal your bed…”

“It's fine!” He hurriedly responded. “Really! I don't mind.”

You looked at the small couch guiltily.

“...It doesn't look very comfortable…”

He followed you gaze to the couch before looking across the room and then back to you.

“Then…I can sleep in Hunter's bed! Would that make you feel better? And before you say anything, he won’t mind, so don't worry.”

You couldn't help but giggle about how he seemingly knew the next way in which you'd protest. He'd successfully removed every reason for you to deny his offer and all you could do was smile up at him.

“Well…how can I say no to that?” You giggled and he smiled widely, looking back at you with that adoring look once again and you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter.

“...A-Anyways…” you mumbled, cheeks almost hurting from how much you'd smiled already tonight, “I'll um…go to sleep, if that's okay?”

He nodded, smiling.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course.”

“Is there anything you need from your room before I go in?”

He thought for a moment before shaking his head.

“You're all good.” He said softly. “It's just that door on the left, there.”

“Thanks…” You muttered softly, picking your bag up and carrying it over to the door. You heard him sigh and mumble something to himself as you entered his room, but you couldn't make it out, and honestly you were too distracted to care. It was like a million different emotions were running through you at once. You felt weird but also giddy, excited, wired, flustered, happy, anxious, nervous, shy, etc etc. Pretty much any feeling you could imagine.

You softly shut the door to his bedroom and looked around, feeling strange to be in a boy's- well…man’s bedroom, especially without the man himself present. But it also felt strangely comfortable; not all that messy but also not insanely spotless so at least you could rule out psychopath, just a few shirts here and there and a used cup sitting on one of the side tables by the bed.

You set your bag down in the corner and rummaged through to find the shirt you wore to class stuffed into the bottom, thanking your past self for feeling lazy and just throwing on a pair of jeans and a kind of oversized shirt earlier that morning. You hastily changed out of your work clothes and into the shirt, before realising you'd either have to sleep in jeans, which honestly sounded like a nightmare, or sleep in Minjae's bed in just your shirt with no pants on, the thought making your stomach flip as you stared over at the soft grey duvet blanketing his bed. You sighed, ignoring the heat re-entering your cheeks, and decided on the latter option, placing your phone on the end table before climbing into the bed. You sunk into the mattress, the bed being surprisingly comfier than your one back in your room. “I thought we all got the same bed??” You thought, pondering how his felt so much softer. You turned over onto your side and pressed your face into the pillow. “Even this pillow is softer…” You took a deep breath in, the fabric of his sheets smelling exactly how you thought they would: like a man. Y'know, sandalwood, musk, maybe a hint of lavender and fabric softener. It was nice. It had really been a while since you'd been in a man’s bed. You thought back to your exes and shuddered before flipping over onto your other side and reaching to turn the lamp off, the room being consumed with darkness as you sighed and let your eyes close softly.

The harsh sound of a phone alarm pierced your dreams and your eyes fluttered open, hand already reaching for your phone on the side tables to silence what had disturbed your slumber. You tapped the screen and rolled over, groaning as you buried your face into the pillow. It took breathing in the unfamiliar scented sheets for you to finally remember where you were, quickly shooting up and looking around the dim room, lit only by a weak streak of light coming from under the door. “Minjae's room. Minjae.”

“...It's way too early to feel this flustered…” You mumbled as you lightly slapped your slowly reddening cheeks, before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and unsteadily picking yourself up. Yawning softly, you grabbed your phone and turned it on to see the time, squinting as the bright, white light filled your vision. “7am…I wonder if she's home yet…”

You quickly slipped your jeans from yesterday back on before creeping out of the room, your eyes meeting Minjae's back as he rummaged through the fridge. You stepped forward shyly.

“Um…Morning…”

“Oh!” He turned around, another container of food in his hands that he then placed on the counter. “H-Hey…um…sleep okay?”

You nodded softly, stepping up to the counter to see what he had.

“When is your class?” He pried open the container of what seemed to be scrambled eggs bacon before popping it into the microwave.

“O-Oh..9am. But my roommate should be home by then, if she isn't already.”

He smiled softly, eyes dropping to the ground.

“I see…”

A slightly awkward silence passed between the two of you, only being broken by the sound of the microwave beeping and him taking out his breakfast.

“Hungry?” He asked as he placed the warmed up breakfast on the counter and retrieved a fork from a drawer.

“Oh, no no. It's okay, you have it. I already ate your curry yesterday…”

He chuckled softly.

“I don't mind, y’know? Plus I'd already eaten dinner by the time you showed up.” He pushed the container towards you a small amount and you quickly pushed it back.

“N-No, really, you eat. I'll have something quick before class.”

He smiled and nodded before finally digging into the eggs. You took a good look at his face, more or less the same as yesterday; soft hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, thick black glasses sat low on his nose, with the addition of his skin seeming glossier than yesterday and you suddenly wondered if he had a morning skin care routine or something. “That would explain why he's so…beautiful…”

You thought, turning away and looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He was the same as yesterday, but with a certain ‘morning’ charm to him, not to mention the extra roughness his already deep voice had taken on that you were trying so desperately to ignore since the moment he'd opened his mouth to greet you a few minutes ago.

“So,” He suddenly snapped you out of your trance and you looked back over to him just in time to see his eyes trail down to your legs and back up to your face in a way that made your heart stutter, “was it comfortable sleeping in jeans?” He said with a slight chuckle. You felt a slight warmth enter your face as you remembered your whole inner conflict from last night.

“O-Oh, I didn't…sleep in these…”

He looked slightly confused for a moment before smirking.

“Did you really sleep in that business-y pencil skirt that I'm assuming was your work uniform?” He shovelled another bite of egg into his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as your face only grew redder.

“N-No…”

He chewed slowly and you could practically see the thoughts in his head trying to put things together.

“...Do you…carry spare clothes with you…?”

You shook your head before burying your face in your hands. You couldn't see his face but you could easily hear the fluster in his voice as it clicked in his head.

“...Oh…f-forget I asked…”

You felt so embarrassed. You were sure he thought you were a weirdo for treating his bed like it was yours. Either that or incredibly naive and innocent. “...Totally just ruined my chances-…”

You blushed even harder, something you didn't even think was possible.

“...Why did I think that…? I just met this guy!”

Your brain felt like a battlezone as you took a deep breath in and out before sliding your hands off of your face, only to turn and see his face also littered with a splotchy redness that you couldn't deny was so cute.

Luckily your phone that you had placed in your jean pocket vibrated, breaking the awkward silence that felt like a crushing weight that you couldn't hold for much longer. You quickly fished it out, seeing a text from your roommate reading:

“I’m home and I brought breakfast if you want.”

You sighed and quickly typed a response before slipping your phone back in your pocket.

“I should go. My roommate just got home.”

You smiled shyly as he finished up his food and pushed the container to the side before clearing his throat.

“O-Oh, y-yeah yeah…of course…”

The air still felt awkward and tense, like there were words between the two of you going unsaid, either one of you too afraid to speak them aloud.

“I'll...just grab my stuff.”

He nodded and you walked back to his room to grab your bag, feeling a weird pressure in your chest that you couldn’t quite place.

You hauled the bag back to where he was now standing by the door, ready to see you out. You slowed to a stop in front of him, looking down at the floor and fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“So…um…thanks. For everything.”

You looked up at him with a soft shy smile and he turned away as soon as you made eye contact, his ears quickly beginning to burn up.

“O-Of course! I-I couldn't just leave you out there…”

You giggled softly and he turned back, chuckling along and scratching the back of his neck shyly.

“Hey…if you ever need a place to stay again for…whatever reason…I'll always welcome you here.”

Your smile grew at his words.

“Thank you, Minjae…” You said quietly, your eyes taking in his pretty features as you felt your hand almost unconsciously grab your phone from your pocket.

“If it's okay…can I get your number?” You felt the blush return to your cheeks again as his eyes slowly widened. “J-Just in case…” You quickly stuttered out as if trying to soften the flirty tension your own words created.

He nodded and carefully took your phone into his hands, you having opened up your contacts so he could add his in.

“...Just in case…” He repeated in almost a whisper, fighting a smile pulling at his lips.

After a few quiet seconds of him tapping at your phone screen, he handed it back, and you just stared for a moment at the contact screen reading 'Minjae', the sight making you smile for some reason.

“Well…” you put your phone back in your pocket and smiled at him, “I should get going…”

You slowly turned and opened the door, stepping into the much colder hallway compared to the warmth of standing next to him.

“S-See you lat-”

“W-Wait!” His hand suddenly came around and grasped the edge of the door just as you began closing it, pulling it back open enough for him to look you in the eyes. You just gazed up at him, wide eyed from being so caught off guard.

“...Are you…d-do you…” he stuttered and you blinked nervously, waiting for him to continue.

“D-Do you have a boyfriend?” When he finally got the words out, you felt your breath catch and your heart almost stop. You couldn't fight the immense heat immediately taking over your face, but you felt comfortable in knowing that his looked just about as red as yours.

The light that entered his eyes as you shook your head made you melt with how endearing he seemed, a wide smile he couldn't hide quickly overtaking his features.

“O-oh! W-Well…g-good to know!” He exclaimed almost a little too loudly, forcing you to stifle a giggle. “I-I'll see you later then, y/n…”

You nodded with a smile and he pushed the door closed, leaving you in a sort of daze in the hallway, staring a hole into his door.

“Uh…earth to y/n?” You were startled by a sudden voice behind you and turned to see your roommate poking her head out of your dorm room. “Woah, dude, are you okay? Your face is super red.”

You felt embarrassed and shy, but all of that was overtaken by the unfiltered joy and excitement overtaking your heart and mind.

“Mhmm…I'm awesome…”

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[spook-inoue]

Sweet.

Hoodie x F Reader ~ (Short)

The worn out old garage with low yellow lit lights that would flicker every few minutes gave me a headache while wiping the old build up of blood that has now hardened on the many different tools owned by my neighbours. But In this very moment, the only thought I could think about was how my fingers would feel going through his hair. Would it easily slip through- Or would it get tangled up?

“ Y/N. “

“ Yes? ”

His commanding tone just made me more tense, if he could hear my thoughts it would be humiliating. But a part of me wishes he knew what I was thinking.

I’ve been working with Brian, or well ‘Hoodie’ for 2 years now. Ever since I’ve been recruited into the shit show. The operator found me in a vulnerable moment and took advantage of it. Made me another one of his minions, we all are aware that that’s what we are. But what els do we have to live for?

“ could you hand me a new cloth? “

His faded worn out yellow hoodie was tied around his waist while his mask remained on. His light brown hair was sticking out from the bottom back of his mask that would lift up whenever he moved too fast due to it not being put on properly.

“ Yeah. “

I reached down to grab a new cloth for him from underneath the bench I was cleaning tools on. As much as I hate cleaning duty, I never mind spending it with him. I held out the cloth for him to take.

“Thank’s Doll. “

Doll. Little pet names and nicknames he would throw around when talking, did he just do it to me? I’m not sure. I’ve over heard him talking to our other female Co workers. He would give them little pet names too when thanking them, I surely wasn’t special? And it angered me. But god, the affect those little names had on me. I bit my tongue when his fingers brushed against my hand as he took the cloth from my hand, I only returned a simple nod before continuing to clean.

He was a quiet man, only spoke when needing something or answering someone. He rarely made small talk, only people I’ve seen him have full conversations with were Tim and occasionally Toby and Jack. But mostly Tim. They both worked in pairs mostly, a perfect duo to pick for big assignments that needed to be done right.

A strong taste of Copper went over my taste buds, the edge of my tongue ruff and hot from the friction of my teeth. Unconsciously I kept biting my tongue without realising, I coughed out into my hand bothered by the unpleasant taste of my own blood in the moment.

Blood from my tongue was sprinkled onto my hand before I wiped it off on another cloth annoyed that I allowed that to happen.

“ Coughing blood? “

He questioned tossing a newly cleaned knife into a worn out box, reaching for the next bloodied up weapon to disinfect. His voice was monotone, but had a slight hint of curiosity in it. I cleared my throat from the copper taste.

“ Just bit my tongue. “

He chuckled, his voice low and deep. It made my heart rise suddenly, it made me nervous.

“ That hard? How? “

Now turning his head towards me, waiting for my response. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to get a kick out of it; or was actually genuinely curious. I couldn’t read him at all.

“ accident. I’m okay, got too focused and didn’t realise- haha “

A moment of silence passed between us as he took his time to respond.

“ Focused on cleaning? That’s the first. “

Just as I thought the topic was dropped I heard the sound of tools being thumbed down as foot steps approached me. His arm rested onto my bench as he leaned towards me.

“ You sure you’re okay? “

No I wasn’t.

“ You’re always so quiet around me, why’s that? “

Me being quiet? No it’s you. He leaned closer, I felt the tickle of the warm taste of copper in my mouth leaked from my tongue as a drop escapes on my lips.

“ I’m not sure what you mean? “

I know what he means. Im a very chatty person, but when it comes to him. My words get caught in my throat. He lifts up his mask only revealing his mouth and nose, my eyes widen a bit surprised. This is the closest I’ve ever seen him without his mask on, it almost felt disrespectful to look- unconsciously I moved my head to the side avoiding to look at him.

His hand grips my chin forcing it towards him, his thumb moves over my bottom lip slowly smearing the blood all over his thumb before bringing up to his face. my blood on it. He sticks his tounge out and licks the blood clean off before smirking at me, all I could do was stare. The lower part of my body screaming while I gawked up to him like a god.

“ it’s sweet. “

He said before pulling his mask back down.

“ I see what you do. “ he moved away walking to the door

“ You’re not sneaky, Y/N. “

Looks like that wished came true, and now I’m not sure if I peed myself or if it was something else.

[physics-of-one-piece]

Part 4 of Punk Hazard Dub Watch Party

587

“Honour is something that you earn, not beg for.”

Oh, here it is!

“Weaklings like you don’t get to choose where they die.” man, that is COLD. hmm, so they switched the original “how” to “where”. Eh, it could’ve been worse. It still gets the message across.

“You still wanna fight? I can chop you up some more.” 😳😳 Seriously, Dub Law has such a Bedroom Voice

“You shot at yourselves, you bunch of imbeciles.” Dub Law is so snarky 🤣🤣

Smoker calling Law “boy” was actually badass

The fact Law’s Room is pretty much its own Birdcage cus they’re yelling “out of the circle, get out of the circle!” much like the people want to get out of the Birdcage. Oh, it breaks my heart, but it’s nice to know at least Room can still be used for healing at its core.

“You’re just crying cus you got your ass beat. Don’t pin it on us, you’re the one who attacked. Man up, Manodile, Crocoman, whatever.” 🤣 Dub Zoro’s bluntness and stupidity is winning me over, damn.

“Well, not if we control the narrative in advance and I know someone who can help.” Either Doffy or Vergo is being referred to here, haha

“Call Joker.” AAAA DOFFY! DOFFY! So Doffy was being referred. Be still my heart 🥰

“I’ve never been a fan of the warlord system. Pirates can’t be trusted, no matter who they are.”

“Heh. You got that one right.” Law 100% thought about Doflamingo there, but probably himself, too

“If you want to get to the bottom of something, then you gotta broaden your horizons.” I genuinely think Law might me by fav of the Worst Generation. He’s so self-aware and just overall smart. God bless you, Cora. Law would not have been this great if he stayed stifled by Doflamingo.

“Or you’ll miss the truth.”

Oh, the way he says Scalpel is ruthless but I like it.

“You can beg, but I don’t have to tell you a damn thing.” And this is that freedom Law has. He doesn’t have to do shit, he can do whatever he wants.

Dub Law is making me want to write Law x Reader ugh I love Law.

588

Law just walking away from Smoker in silence 🤣🤣

I didn’t realise but the snow surroundings, the crunching of the snow, my 706-PTSD 😭😭 I just wonder how Law feels about snow as an adult

Luffy & Law meet again! My Lawlu heart 🎉🎉 Let’s see how Lawlu is in Dub, I’m looking forward to it. I know in the official english translation of the manga Luffy calls Law Traffy which is adorable and from what I heard from my moots he does call him that in dub. I never heard it so I can’t wait to hear it!

“Right! Traffy!” Omg, Luffy said it! OH MY GOD. YES. THAT’S ADORABLE. OH MY GOD THAT’S ADORABLE. THAT’S SO CUTE. OH MY GOSH THAT’S SO CUTE. Aaaa 🥺🥺🥺

“You saved me. I owe ya one. Really. Thanks! 😁” DUB LUFFY IS ADORABLE MY BABY BOY 🤧🤧

Oh, Dub Jimbei sounds nice, and Rayleigh, too

“It looks like you pulled through, Straw Hat.” Aww, Law 🥺🥺

“We’re not…” (pause) “buddies.” OH MY GOD I LOVE HOW DUB LAW DELIVERED THAT. YOU TOTALLY ARE BUDDIES, LAW. Not yet, but you will be. Imagine, Law goes from this to “If he loses, then I will die with him.” ugh I love it.

“But enemy or not, you still helped me. So thanks!” Luffy just overall whether sub or dub is so precious

I feel bad for Smoker & Tashigi, they’re just doing their jobs.

Law’s “Come on… really? Ugh. I hate this kinda thing. Too much drama.” Is so relatable 🤣🤣

Zoro actually being worried Smoker & Tashigi are dead is sorta nice

“Once wasn’t enough? Please. I won again, captain.”

Law helping them find their crew is nice

“We both have things we need to get back.” That’s probably Law referring to his own heart.

“Traffy didn’t go easy on him.” The Traffy nickname is so cute.

“Why is the jackass cook prancing around like that? Cold does strange things to people.” Haha, Dub Zoro

Luffy having a snowball fight with the kids is adorable

“The one with the cold eyes and the silly cap” EXCUSE YOU, LAW’S CAP IS ADORABLE, IT’S A SNOW LEOPARD PATTERN

Dub Brook & Dub Zoro are hilarious. “There was a torso, that’s funny.” “Yeah cus it was his torso, dumbass.” Idk who’s more snarky, Dub Law or Dub Zoro but I am here for it

I’m trying to figure out where I heard Dub Caesar's voice before (I like it, it fits him!) and I THINK it was in Dub Black Butler. It’s the only anime I can think of and the only one I watch in Dub (cus it’s set in England)

“If anyone’s got a complaint, it’s me. Caesar.” God, I love Dub Law, the voice fits him so well.

589

“Quit your bitching!” I love hearing them swear in Dub, thanks Smoker.

Oh, Caesar called Doflamingo (the call wasn’t shown and there was no Doffy) and Doffy went “Yeah, kill ‘em all, I’ll make sure it’s reported as an accident at sea” 😭😭 genuinely, like how did they not grow suspicious before? Accident after accident at sea? Come on, that’s some bs

The flamingos are here at 13:20

Not the flamingos 😭😭😭😭

I love Brownbeard’s dub voice.

591

Ep 590 was filler, this is the next canon ep. I am thoroughly liking Dub Sanji’s voice more and more.

“Kay! I’ll try!” Says Dub Luffy while bouncing on Chopper Franky’s fluffy fur. Dub Luffy is so cute I wanna squish him and hug him.

Zoro & Sanji arguing is still good in dub 🤣

“I hope I didn’t break a bone. Nope, the only thing broken is the panty-loving heart.” Omg Brook is hilarious 🤣🤣

Mocha & Nami are precious 🥹🤧

I love how Luffy doesn’t even hesitate “Okay. Let’s put ‘em all on the ship and take ‘em home, no problem.” Man I love Luffy so much

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[ourtearsofrain]

Chapter 19- And Will We Know When the End is Near?

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: angst, fluff ish

Word Count: just over 1.9k

Warnings: AU typical events/threats/violence

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Sam

Monday, July 18th

The second Sam opens his eyes, fear crashes over him as he remembers he had fallen asleep more than 50 feet off the ground, with Danny’s arms still wrapped around him the only thing keeping him from falling. As he begins to panic, he feels Danny tighten his embrace, offering him some comfort as he’s quick to reassure him. “Hey, hey, hey, Sammy. It’s ok, you’re ok. I promised I wouldn’t let you fall.”

“Can we just- can we please get down now?” In his fear and panic, Sam had screwed his eyes shut, and the feeling only grows as he feels Danny shift behind him, not knowing what the other man was doing.

“Yeah, looks like the water’s cleared out, we should be safe now. Don’t move, I won’t let you fall, remember.” Sam only nods frantically as he feels Danny pull himself up behind him before quickly dropping to sit in front of him. “Take the weapons please.” Doing as he says, Sam keeps his eyes closed as he holds his hands out, gripping the branch below them with his legs until he feels Danny place the handles of each weapon into his hands. Danny says nothing as he guides Sam’s arms around his neck, only tapping his knee once to signal to him that he needed him to hold on with his legs too. Oh my god, how is climbing down worse than climbing up? This is it; this is how I die. I’m going to fall out of this goddamn tree and probably take Danny with me.

“Just breathe, Sammy. We’re almost to the bottom.” Embarrassment floods Sam as he realizes Danny must have felt the way his body tensed and his breaths became shallow and erratic, cursing himself silently for his fear. They’re suddenly jolted to a stop, causing Sam to feel nauseous as his grip around the other man becomes deadly, fearing that they were on the verge of falling out of the tree. “You can let go now, we’re back on the ground.” Sam’s eyes fly open at his gentle tone before he scrambles off Danny’s back, finally feeling at ease with both feet planted firmly on the ground as he takes deep, calming breaths. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I just- I just need a minute.”

“Take as long as you need.” Why is he- how is he so nice? Not only did he just drag my pathetic ass up and down a tree, but he isn’t rushing me when I know that we need to get going. Danny says nothing more as he waits patiently for Sam to calm down, his heart rate returning to normal and his breaths evening out as the minutes tick by.

“Ok, I’m good.”

“Want me to check your arm really quick?” The second Danny draws attention to it, Sam notices the feeling of the damp gauze still wrapped around his arm, the heavy, constant rain having made it impossible for it to dry overnight.

“Yeah, thanks.” As Sam offers his arm out to him, Danny brings his hands up before beginning to gently massage the sides of his forearm, searching for the smallest wince or hint that he was still hurt.

“All good?”

“Still a little sore, but not enough to need the splint.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.” Danny narrows his eyes at Sam, waiting for him to crack and reveal that it was still hurting. When he doesn’t, Danny sets in on unwrapping the wet fabric until his arm is freed from it, his skin damp and uncomfortable in the cool air. “Where are we going next?”

“Listen, before we figure that out, I- I want you to know that I wasn’t hesitant to let you take it off because I don’t trust your word; that’s not it, I promise. I just don’t want you to push yourself and make it worse.” Even though Sam already knew this, the genuine look of sincerity on his face is enough to make his heart melt, an unfamiliar feeling of warmth filling him as he looks at Danny.

“I know, Danny. Don’t worry.”

“Ok, yeah, good. So, uh- where should we go next?”

“We could go back to the forest since we’re right on the edge anyway. I could eat, if you’re feeling up for hunting.”

“Sounds like a plan. I think I can find that little clearing we stayed in with Hazel, it has fresh water and it’s hidden.”

“Lead the way, Danny.” As they set off into the forest with Danny in the lead, Sam suddenly feels the weight of his damp clothes sticking to his skin, the sensation of it driving him mad as he considers shedding a few layers then and there. “After we fill our canteens, I might clean up in that little lake. Let my clothes dry a bit and just scrub the last week of my life off my skin. I feel disgusting.”

“Me too. I had hoped that that rain would help but it just made me feel worse.” At his words, Sam feels a ball of panic form in his stomach, realizing that both of them would more than likely be bathing at the same time. Fuck, what if it makes it weird between us? What if I accidentally look and he hates me? Or he gets angry and tries to attack me? He- he wouldn’t do that. Right?

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It only takes a few hours of hiking to arrive back at the clearing where they had spent their first night together, and relief floods Sam momentarily before he remembers all they needed to do before he could wash off. So much has changed between us, yet everything here is the same. It’s weird. They say nothing as they refill their canteens multiple times, emptying them almost as fast as they had filled them up when their dehydration finally catches up to them. Once he must have drunk enough, Danny’s attention is ripped to the waterfall as his eyebrows furrow, beginning to walk towards it with no explanation.

Sam’s quick to follow, trailing behind him and filled with a mix of confusion and amusement. “What’re you doing?”

“Just checking something. It looks like there’s a cave behind here, I could be wrong though.” As the sound of the waterfall grows louder, Sam figures it would be pointless to try and respond, knowing his words would go unheard over the roar of the water. Sure enough, as they climb over the large rocks at the sides of the waterfall, the rock opens up to reveal a medium-sized cavern, completely hidden in plain sight as the water cascades over its entrance. Sam follows Danny carefully, stepping over each boulder as the light dims.

“How did we not find this earlier?”

“Guess we just weren’t looking hard enough.” Danny drops his bag with a smile, laying his axe down to rest against it as he takes the bow off his back and checks his arrow supply with his free hand. “Stay here, I’ll go get us something to eat.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you go out there alone.”

“It weighs me down to carry my bag and axe around while trying to hunt, I need someone to stay with them. And your arm is still healing. I won’t be gone long, I promise.”

“My arm is just fine. Besides, we stayed here overnight and didn’t even know this cave was here, if anyone stumbles on the clearing, they won’t see it.” Panic spikes in Sam’s chest at just the thought of letting Danny go alone, a pit already beginning to form in his stomach as he worries something would go wrong.

“Please, Sam. It would make me feel better if I knew you were safe here. You can clean up and rest, I promise I’ll be back in no time.”

Despite everything in him screaming at Sam to not let him go alone, Danny flashes his best puppy dog eyes, his pleading expression crumbling every bit of reasoning Sam had thought of until finally, he gives in. “Fine. But if you aren’t back in two hours, I’m coming after you.”

“I’ll be back before then, I promise.”

Just as Danny turns to leave, Sam catches his wrist, causing the other man to look back at him as confusion twists his features. “And Danny, please- please stay safe.”

“I will, Sammy. I promise.”

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I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Danny had been gone for too long. Sam knew that it hadn’t been longer than two hours, but he still felt uneasy, as if something was wrong. You’re just overthinking. He’s fine. Nothing bad has happened to him. I- I pray that nothing bad has happened to him. I can’t lose him.

He had tried everything to take his mind off Danny as the seconds dragged on. He had cleaned himself off, scrubbed every surface of his body until he felt refreshed, even gave his clothes a little time to dry out. He had braided and re-braided his hair multiple times, just to keep himself busy; and the sight of his sapphire adorned hair tie gave him some comfort, knowing that Danny had the other. He had unpacked their bags, laying each clean rabbit pelt down to make sure they were as comfortable as possible when night fell. And finally, Sam had even cleaned off the pelts and bones that Danny hadn’t had a chance to wash yet, even though he hated scraping the remaining tendons and bodily scraps off.

That’s it, I don’t care that it hasn’t been two hours. I’m looking for him. Sam throws his still damp clothes on before he picks up his sword and leaves the cave quickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he makes his way through the clearing. A cannon boom in the distance stops him in his tracks, feeling as if his heart itself had stopped, his stomach dropping. A second boom snaps him out of his daze, causing him to break into a full sprint to get out of the clearing. Two cannons. One of them- what if one was for Danny. What if he stumbled across another tribute and they- they killed each other. Tears come to his eyes as he leaps over the vines and branches covering the forest floor, blurring his vision. He didn’t know where he was going, he just knew he needed to find him. He needed to find Danny. And he prayed that when he did, he would be safe. That the cannons had been a coincidence. That he wasn’t dead.

A flash of something shiny catches his eye, causing him to screech to a halt as he shoves his hand into the foliage to grab it. His panic only multiplies as he realizes what it was, a wave of nausea crashing over him as his mind spirals. Danny’s braid. It- it’s his hair, his braid, the hair tie I gave him. And it- it’s covered in blood. As his tears pour down his cheeks, he scours the ground for any other trace of him, terror clawing at his insides as he sees a trail of blood leading straight towards what appeared to be a small hill. He can’t get there fast enough as he races towards it, pushing the feeling of his lungs and legs burning in his exertion and panic to the back of his mind. As he darts up the crest of the hill, he finds a clearing at the top it, finally able to see where the end of the blood trail was.

In the center lay a large, male tribute, face down and covered in blood. And although he couldn’t yet see who or what was under him fully, a single hand and forearm could be seen peeking out from under him. Sam had never felt more dread as realization and recognition hits him. ­Danny- that’s Danny’s hand. And it- he’s- he’s covered in blood.

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A/N: Yes, that was a Dune quote; and yes, I wrote this ch before he used it in his posts caption

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[hlficlibrary]

Hello, I hope you're doing well!!

Can you recommend fics where Louis and Harry meet each other's families for the first time or just spend time with them? It can be fake/pretend relationship or established, but preferably with either no smut or bottom Harry, thanks!!

Hi, anon! I'm doing really well, and I hope you are, too! And also, you're very welcome! Here are some fics for you!

I Keep Looking For Magic by @lululawrence

Harry loves Christmas, but this year is special. After ten years of boyfriends all failing to ever meet Harry's family, Harry has a fiance to introduce and things are looking like they will be perfect.

Until they break up.

Harry cannot go home alone when he had promised to bring a significant other again. This leaves him with little choice but to find someone to pretend they are his fiance.

Surely nothing could go wrong with this plan.

like cranberries on a winter evening by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

Louis hates Christmas. With good reason, too. And no, he doesn’t want to talk about it.

When research for his next novel leads Louis to the website of a quirky little hotel in Northumberland, there is exactly one room available for the two weeks that Louis really wants to get away from his family.

Will the fairy lights, kind smiles, homemade pastries, and genuine friendships awaiting him in Harry Styles’ hotel be enough to cause Louis a change of heart?

Let Our Hearts Collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo

“Liam is in a coma.” “Yeah, we can see that,” the father says, throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the most depressing Christmas ever,” the blonde sister mutters. “His vital signs are strong,” Dr. Higgins assures them. “Brain waves are good–” “Brain waves?” the mother wails, taking Liam’s hand in hers. “Oh my God!” “How did this happen?” the father demands. “Um, he was pushed from the platform at the subway station,” Harry pipes up. The entire family turns to look at him, confused. Harry shrinks back, wishing he could have just kept his big mouth shut. “Who’s this?” the father asks, pointing at him. “Um, I’m Harry–” he starts. “He’s Liam’s fiancé!” Jade adds helpfully from where she stands by the door. Every jaw in the room drops, including Harry’s. Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. What?

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU

[crazylittlejester]

ive finally decided. each slugcat that goes with each member of the chain

now i originally panicked thinking "oh fuck theres only 9 and inv would horribly mischaracterize whoever i threw them with because theyre basically just known as the dating sim one what do i do" (for context the dating sim is a feature added once you finish inv's campaign as a joke) but then i remembered the watchers existence so everything is great

oh yeah i threw the chart of them with each slugcat and the color i associate each one with at the bottom, and the slugcats themselves !! :)

Four is Monk because I just think it fits, a silly little guy, so why not?? (i secretly didnt know who would fit him and monk seemed like the best choice)

Hyrule is Survivor because Survivor is the sort of the mascot of Rainworlds AND everyone is based on their design, which is kinda what I see Hyrule as!!

Twilight is Hunter because Hunter's campaign is fairly hard,, atleast for a newgen ☹️ i got killed by like every monster and that reminded me how when i started playing twilight princess i gave up on the top of the castle because the birds kept killing me.

Wild is Gourmand because Gourmand can mix food and it gives him an extra food pip, which sorta relates to how Wild can cook food and its more hearts than the ingredients mixed in it are

Legend is Artificer because both are more closed off due to trauma of losing people they love </3 they could never make me hate you Artificer (shes been one of my favs since last year (i drew ship art of her and hunter to annoy my friend once as a joke even if the two characters NEVER MET and then i became an artificer fan LMAO))

Wind is Rivulet because.. well ive already yapped to you about this but Rivulet and Wind are kinda.. both already water related in their stories but also both care about the people they love!! Rivulet considers the character Looks to the Moon as their mom and their campaign is basically just helping her and Wind saves his sister in Wind Waker :3

Sky is Spearmaster because Spearmaster has a special ability of holding two spears, which i just think is cool and i was like "huh sky was kinda the one who helped forge the master sword (correct me if im wrong LMAO)" but also comes with a downside because.. Spearmaster cannot eat normally. they have to use the spikes they form from their tail to drain the nutrients out of creatures ☹️

Time is Saint for ACTUALLY THE PERFECT REASON???? basically once you reach karma 10 (im not 100% sure what karma even is but its earned through playing the game) you become a god and have the ability to kill everything with one hit (compared to before where you couldnt even pick up a spear) but when you ascend and end the campaign you end up in the same place as before, restarting the cycle.

Warriors is *checks notes.* thats? not a released character yet thats an upcoming DLC- who cares hes The Watcher/Nightcat because they technically arent canon outside of arena yet and haha thats like battling. hyrule warriors is battling mainly. see it matches it matches it fits its fits,,!! (ignore how their picture is their marketable plushie they have no canon illustration outside of arena icon yet)

NOBODY GETS INV.

heh... the yapping.. its over 🔥 i spent like 20 minutes on this. :3

tumblr please dont snack on this i hid a knife in it itll hurt☹️!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEYRE ALL SO FUNKY LOOKIN THANKS FOR INCLUDING THE IMAGES. IM FUCKIN OBSESSED WITH THEM

i genuinely appreciate the amount of time you put into this dude, i may not really understand all of it but I’m absolutely fucking eating it up

[drizzledrawings]

hi friend

ive been following you for a good couple years now & have always loved your art! but i was completely unfamiliar with red dead this whole time, ive just been kinda watching from the sidelines like 'idk much but by god does drizzled love arthur morgan from that cowboy game, good for them!'

... WELL. IVE FINALLY PLAYED THE GAME. AND FINISHED IT. AND BY GOD DO I GET IT NOW!!!!! 😭😭

like the emotions this game has put me through. is STILL putting me through. the way i cannot stop thinking about it. the brainrot is real.

so yeah, no pressure to respond to this lol but i just wanted to say a quick thank you for introducing me to this game & these characters bc i genuinely had such a good time :') cant wait to go back through your work & appreciate it even more now <3

AHHHHHHHHHH this is so so so sweet omg :,) thank you from the bottom of my heart

Welcome to the cowboy game illness it’s chronic! I’m so glad you decided to give the game a try!!! It very genuinely changed the way I look at life and it’s awesome that my art has influenced people to play the game!!

[a41-i-finally-caved]

hey, so I wrote this whole ramble thing but deleted it on accident, it's so frustrating omg! Sorry if this is bit incoherent but I'm really trying to regain my train of thoughts here.

First of all, your the best obx writer hands down, and one of the best writers on this website. I've been a fan of your work for months, and I cannot possible describe to you just how MUCH I adore everything you write. I honestly tried to look for flaws but found none, it's perfect. Litterly. I read all your fics atleast 3 times, and 3 times more. Your writing is genuinely so fucking beautiful. Like, holy shit man. Like, evey scene you write I feel like I'm, like, THERE. And evey feeling you describe just hits, I feel it in my damn soul. Personally, your just straight up my favorite writer hands down, like on all fronts. I don't even know how you come up with shit! Every single time a read a chapter um just left, jaw-dropped, staring at the screen in disbelief because, like, fuck. I can't even describe it, I've even tried to analyze your writing style once and I still can't pin this shit down. How do I even say this? You rock?! Idk, man. I'm still speechless.

I know your stepping away from obx as a whole, and I 100% understand that. Same thing is happening to me. Season 4 just killed my spirit so fucking hard, like crushed it, stepped on it, then spat on it. So I totally understand you just wanting a breather because god it's so fucking frustrating. Me, after I finished season 4 spent a whole week dejected, feeling like I've actually lost someone close to me, when their not even real!

Jj's genuinely such a beautiful, deep, complex character, and what happened to him only can be described as pure utter shit. Words can't describe the disappoinment I feel. So, yeah, just wanted to say you really are valid with that. And I read your post talking about season 4 and I felt so fucking validated, felt like I wanted to scream. Just, every. Single. Word. You said.

But, I'm curious to ask, (and you totally don't have to answer this), if your thinking about working on thoes fic ideas you have pinned. You really don't have too, I've just read the tiltles and their so fucking interesting.

outer banks also inspired me to write, I used to hand write the script back in 2021 and try to like, expand on it. I was that obsessed, but I realized I can't write for shit. But jj inspired me, like, for a different character, an original character, thats kinda like a jj in a different font, in a different part of the world, with different friends. Like a novel, I guess? Jj's just such an interesting character and I feel like there's so much potential there for different shit, (I'm also very attached to jj and I can't let him go, lol. So I'm holding on to him anyway I can.) I have so many fucking ideas but have to idea where to start. Like, how do you even start a novel, y'know? How do you make the relationships convincing, realistic, and complex? How can I like pit all these chapter with all these momments, and details, and have them add up. And I read in Another comment that your also working on a novel, so do you have any tips? Maybe? It's totally fine if you don't I'm just really lost here. And since your my favorite writer ever, I thought I'd get my advice from the best.

Sorry for the rambling, and if I repeated myself. All I can say is that your truly a a fucking awesome, talented, human being. I; random person on the internet, hope and wish you the very best, or whatever people say. Just thanks for all your work on that website, truly.

Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting on this, I've had some personal stuff going on that had me down for the count.

I can't even tell you how happy it makes me to hear how much you've enjoyed my stories! This whole writing thing started as something to do while bed-bound and I think it really grew into something wonderful :) So thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your kind words... they mean the world <3

Season 4 pretty much killed my interest in the show... and I know I'm not the only one there. (I'm glad my post gave you some validation!) As for the fics... it kind of depends? I'm definitely finishing WTK and I have at least one post-WTK one shot ready to publish when I do. I'd like to continue with Founding--that ties into S4 a lot, and I feel like I have some unprocessed thoughts/emotions there lol The Topper and JJ friendship fic will probably never see the light, it's too tied into what I liked about the show originally. The supernatural one will probably come out in sporadic one shots. I still love my Peterkin takes in the boys idea, so that'll probably be a I wrote this in a blur last weekend kind of a thing lol I also have bits of a S4 fix it rattling around my head (and in MS Word) But basically, how much I write depends on if I can get my excitement for the characters back up divorced from my anger at the show.

In terms of your writing though! Congrats!! Starting a new project is always amazing and exciting and a little overwhelming too :) The best advice I can give is probably two things:

1) Play. A lot of times when I write, the first thing I put down won't work. Keep messing with it until it feels right. Sometimes that means going with the 'just get words on the page method', sometimes it means taking your time to work a sentence over until it launches you in the correct direction. Either way, don't be afraid of your backspace key.

At first, deleting out a sentence can feel like the worst waste of words in the world, but as your skills get better, there's a relief to cutting the parts that don't serve you as an author. Remember, words are cheap and you can always make more of them :)

2) Causality. You asked how to make relationships convincing, realistic, and complex and how to ensure your entire story adds up. Causality is the answer.

Most concepts only have meaning in their relation to something else. Characters, plot, they all build the same way. This happens because of that which causes XYZ. If you find you have a major element that doesn't connect with the pieces around it, cut or rework. Play around until you find something that does lock in, something that shoves your story forward without any effort.

A concrete example to get us out of abstract-land: 'A kid goes on a treasure hunt' doesn't mean anything.

'A kid goes on a treasure hunt because he's tied finding the treasure with finding his missing father' is better.

'A kid goes on a treasure hunt because he's tied finding the treasure with finding his missing father which drives him to act increasingly reckless and to inadvertently repeat the same mistakes that caused both his father's disappearance and their strained relationship?'

Now you're cooking.

The same concept works for plot. Take any well written movie or episode and you can track the because of-s and which-s tying it together. A Knight's Tale is really good at this technique with both plot and character while staying self contained and simple, so something like that might be a good place to start :)

I definitely have more thoughts on this/writing in general, but this answer's already getting super long lmao So no apologies ever needed for rambling! I (clearly!) do it too :) Thanks so much for the ask and for your patience! Best of luck with your writing, I hope you have a blast <3

[softandslow]

hello wow i just read possibilities and it was so, so beautiful. i have many thoughts about different things, so:

of course jayce knows that he has to show viktor how much he is loved across lifetimes!! he knows this man!!! he knows he will not believe anything unless proved!! god. you get them.

your writing is so beautiful. it truly made me feel like i was with viktor in that dark ocean.

the lifetimes you created for viktor and jayce feel crafted with a lot of love. philosopher viktor means so much to me.

i enjoy so much when writers have jinx and viktor be close friends, family, because i do feel like their characters could have been so happy together, provided support, everything. thank you for that in ch 3.

when i watched the finale, i felt like the ending was fitting for them - they paid for hubris, together. it was, in a sense, merciful: they both knew they were dying loved. a part of me wished so badly they could enjoy knowing they were loved by each other for more than mere moments. so, it was amazing reading that.

yeah the legacy is love. yes love is the ultimate force in this world. yea

genuinely from the bottom of my heart this means sm to me to receive this :') you're so kind & gracious to not only send a nice comment but to send a list?? above and beyond!! ₊˚⊹♡

ok but to address your points *ahem*

— yES ugh, it was so interesting to be ~in~ viktor's head while piecing the plot together, but when it finally clicked i was like. oh. this dude is not gonna believe this unless he's presented with irrefutable evidence. and that's on him being a scientist + not feeling Seen for most of his life imo.

— thank you :') i really did strive to make it descriptive and visceral!

— the philosopher/poet vignette was the first one i wrote! ugh, it has such a special place in my heart, bc i do feel like their characters have artist nuance. so that was really fun to explore.

— jinx + viktor sibling core = my beloved. i adore them both.

— oh you so put into words what i hadn't even really put into words even in my own head. thank you for that comment ooof. yes. precisely! i think that's a big part of why it felt so cathartic for me to write.

— "wait... it's all love?" "always has been" :')

all that to say... me rn: