#hey this is like the first time in a while ive gotten an anon not telling me to kms so thats fun

[incapable-inhuman]

there are things horribly wrong with you

glad someone finally noticed

[ferretrix]

hey, long time admirer of your stuff! ive just been wondering, though, how exactly do you do your eyes? like.. obviously they're different from character to character, but how do you usually form them and whatnot?

thank you ! - 💥

heya thank you :) it's been a while since i answered one of these in depth but for you good anon i will try my best..... Here's the simple answer:

Here is some more thought-process/behind the scenes stuff:

Obviously head angle determines many things about drawing eyes; I've been trying harder to keep it in mind when I'm putting lines down, and it'll generally make them look more grounded/offer better depth. The main takeaway from head angle is how are the eye sockets oriented. Doing drawovers of photographs is a cheap+easy way to get a feel for this, but I wouldn't worry about 100% anatomical accuracy; what I'm trying to get a feel for is the placement of eyes versus the brow/nose bridges.

The amount of detail I put into eyes is wildly inconsistent haha it rly depends on the piece and art style, but the (for lack of a better word) "definition lines" and spots of black in deep shadow make up most of the detailed stuff. I'm still not great at drawing massively distinctive eye shapes but I try to maintain a general sense of one for different faces (ex. Rectangular, narrow, round, angled up or down). I'll also be the first to admit it takes a lot of conscious thought to reproduce the same line variation/angles in someone's eyes each time you draw them, but if you're looking for advice on consistency those are examples of traits I'd keep in mind.

That's it for the most part.... I don't think the way I draw eyes is particularly unique lol so here are a few things that have gotten me where I am:

other people's art, a lot of which is manga. when I say naruto taught me to draw im only half joking hwheeze. my art tastes lean towards manga/comic stylization so none of this is hugely realistic overall....

that being said, I do like the more realistic side of manga/comic art so photo studies/anatomy tips have still been useful to me

this tutorial by sinix is one of my favorite things ever, because it explicitly discusses both anatomical knowledge AND how to translate that into shorthand

thanks for the ask!

[unsolvedjarin]

omg after reading part two of the mentor!seb x ferrari driver!reader fic i NEED something where he actually tries to play matchmaker for reader and mick😭 Like him giving so many hints but reader is just oblivious and Seb decides to take matter into his own hands yk?

Only if you’re open to it ofc! 🥰🥰

BEES, AMONG OTHER THINGS.

pairing: (mick schumacher x driver! reader) (mentor! sebastian vettel x reader)

note: HEY. i havent written anything in weeks and its been KILLING me. ive been so burnt out lately its crazy, but seeing seb in suzuka did give me a bit of motivation (although this is more of a mick-centric fic, my boy deserves it.) anyways sorry for letting this stew for so long anon, hopefully i can write more soon ive missed it tbh

summary: suzuka finds itself not only an interesting spot for bee hotels, but for reunions and confrontations as well.

content warning: none, except its a little all over the place and once again i havent grammar checked this im so sorry it’s three in the morning

previous part, but can be read without <3

When Sebastian invited the grid to his bee hotel opening, he expected maybe five or six people to come, but not this.

Everyone was coming.

And by everyone, I mean everyone. The drivers, the reserves, even the team principals, had all confirmed their appearance for the event. Sebastian knew he was loved by the grid, but the thought of all of them coming together for him still made his heart swell.

It was one in the afternoon, just thirty minutes before they were about to actually start the event. While the participation of the drivers were confirmed, they were still coming in one by one, some later than the others. Sebastian was in a particularly interesting conversation with Fernando about flowers when a poke to his shoulder captured his attention.

He turned around to find you, standing there behind him, waiting for him to finish his conversation with excitement you couldn’t contain. It was the first time you’ve seen each other since Silverstone, and even then you barely had time to talk to each other.

Before he could say anything, you jumped into his arms and hugged him so tight that Sebastian thought he would lose oxygen— but he still hugged you back with equal enthusiasm.

“Sebastian!” you screamed, being spun around once by the man. He missed you so much. Sebastian wasn’t particularly the greatest texter, and calling wasn’t something you were fond of, so besides the occasional visit you barely talked.

“Y/N, I thought you’d never come,” he says with a grin. He knew you were coming, of course. You would never miss out on this. You give him a playful shove, before giving Fernando a quick hug as well. In the year Seb has been gone, you had gotten closer with the Aston Martin driver who replaced him.

Fernando excuses himself quickly after, knowing you and Sebastian had some catching up to do. “Don’t tell me you’ve replaced me with him,” Sebastian jokes the second the Spaniard was out of earshot.

“Why, are you jealous?” you teased. He scoffs in reply, but you could hear the hint of jealousy in his tone. “Don’t worry Seb, while I love his talk about flowers, you talking my ear off about bees still appeals to me more.”

That makes him smile.

“I’m glad you prefer my infodumping, then.”

The fact that you taught him that term makes your grin even wider. “Anytime.”

You wanted to talk with him more, to tell him how you’ve been doing the past few months, but before you could, some PR person swooped in to film some videos with him.

“Ah, sorry liebling,” Sebastian sighs. He leans in and whispers in your ear, “One thing I haven’t missed are these media hungry people.”

You stifle a giggle, before nudging him away from you. “Go on, it’s your event, this is your own doing.”

He rolls his eyes but walks away nonetheless, following the person from the media. Before he moves out of earshot, however, he shouts, “Oh by the way, Mick is here! Don’t be shy, go talk to him.”

Oh the bastard.

Half the grid must have heard that. You look at him with shock and a light blush on your cheeks but are met only with a cheeky grin from the man before he turns around to fully walk away.

Admittedly though, he was right. You hadn’t been talking to Mick much. You had a few lunches with him after Seb retired but without his third wheeling company, it just felt awkward to go out with the reserve driver one on one. You started thinking he just ate with you because he felt bad for you or something of the sort.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A voice snaps you out of your thinking.

“Jesus! Lewis, don’t give me a heart attack like that.”

The Mercedes driver laughs before replying, “Sorry, you just looked tense. Thinking about the race?”

“Not really, just some other stuff.”

“Like what? Like Mick?”

You almost choked on your own saliva right there and then. “Wh- what? What would— haha— make you think that? No that’s crazy, I’m just thinking about the bees! Yeah, because like the bee hotel and stuff I love b—”

“Sebastian wasn’t really quiet talking to you just then, you know.” He comments, cutting you off.

“Oh I’ll kill him.”

“Doubt it, you’ve missed him too much these past months to kill him immediately.”

“Touché, maybe I’ll wait a few more then.”

“Stop avoiding the question, why’re you thinking about Mick?” Lewis asks, not giving the topic up. Oh what the hell, Sebastian trusts him right? So you could trust him.

Thinking of how you could word your thoughts properly, you start, “I kinda— I dunno— I mean he’s a nice guy, he’s pretty sweet, and we’re friends obviously so it’d be—”

“You like him don’t you.” Lewis cuts you off for the second time in a row.

“Yeah.”

“Damn,” he sighs, letting it linger for a moment. “That’s crazy.”

A beat of silence passes. “You’re not gonna say anything else?”

“Say anything else about what?” Sebastian butts in your conversation, clearly just having finished his short interview. He takes his place beside you, scooching in between you and Lewis instead of taking up the free space on the other side.

“Oh, Y/N was just talking about how she likes Mick.”

“Was not!” You exclaim.

“Was too,” Lewis retorts. His teasing never ceased to amuse and annoy you at the same time.

“I think I’m going to believe Lewis on this one. After all, you did tell me, and I quote, you ‘sorta have a little maybe crush’ on Mick.”

You hang your mouth agape incredulously before slapping Seb on the arm, “I told you that in confidence!”

Seb laughs before defending himself, “Well Lewis knows now! Besides, it’s not like you’ve been that discrete about it.”

You look at Lewis who shrugs in reply, “It’s true. Pretty obvious when a Ferrari driver keeps hanging around the Mercedes garage, mate.”

Oh well, cat’s out of the bag. There’s no point in keeping it secret from Lewis now, you think. Putting your head in your hands, you groan, “That’s the problem! I’m always at the Mercedes garage talking to you or Toto or even George but never him!”

“Well why don’t you…talk to him?”

“Great advice Sherlock, gee, got any more good ones for me?” You ask Sebastian sarcastically. While you and Seb banter though, Lewis recalls a conversation he had with Mick one late night back in Singapore.

“Hey Lew, was Y/N here earlier?”

Lewis, who was packing up to go home, redirects his focus to the only remaining guy in the garage save for a few engineers. “Yeah, she visited right after the race to congratulate me. Why’re you looking for her?”

“Oh nothing, just asking.” Mick replies, fiddling with his hands. Even in his tired state, Lewis could tell that there was more the young driver wasn’t saying.

“C’mon, spit it out.” Lewis says, taking a seat on a random chair and patting the one beside him for Mick to take a seat. The younger driver hesitates for a moment before sighing and sitting down. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Better than anyone. Do you know what happened when Alonso crashed his McLaren back in 2015?”

“No, what?”

“Exactly,” Lewis replies with a grin. “So what is it?”

“I…” Mick sighs, unable to find the right words for what he was trying to say. “I think I like Y/N.”

There, it’s out in the open, he thinks. Mick waits for a reply from Lewis, but gets none. “Hello?”

Another beat of silence.

“Okay, this is starting to scare me.”

Lewis finally snaps out of his trance-like state, before getting up and continuing to pack up his things. “Okay.”

“That’s it? Okay?”

“Well I thought it’d be something more secretive,” he says, putting up bunny ears.

“It is secretive,” Mick replies, mocking Lewis’ bunny ears. “No one knows.”

“Eh, I’m not so sure about that mate. I mean if you exclude Sebastian, Fernando, Toto, and myself, then sure, no one knows.”

Oh shit. Was he that obvious? “How- how did you all figure it out?”

“Well for one, if constantly tailing Sebastian and Y/N last year was your attempt at being discreet, then it was a horrible attempt. Second, you need to stop turning red and running away whenever she’s at the garage giving out food and what not. I can’t keep asking her for extra donuts for you forever, you know?”

Mick blushed slightly at the comment, not realizing how every time you came around to the garage he’d been unwillingly avoiding you out of fear you wouldn’t want to talk to him.

Lewis pats Mick on the back, getting ready to leave. “Listen man, if I were you, I’d make a move. That opportunity won’t last forever, plus, it seems like they like you back. Didn’t you guys go out together just the two of you a couple of times?”

Mick shrugged, “I don’t know, I mean I think she did that just because she felt bad for me being alone in the grid and because she missed Sebastian.”

Lewis internally rolled his eyes. He’s seen the way you look at Mick, there’s no way you didn’t like him too. “You have to stop doubting yourself. I mean the worst she can do is say no, right?”

“The worst she can do is avoid me for the rest of my life because I misread all the signs and she actually hates me.”

“That’s the spirit!” Lewis replied sarcastically, before murmuring a goodbye and leaving the garage.

That was weeks ago now, but the conversation was still stuck in Lewis’ head. He’d been right all along, you did like Mick back.

“Hey Seb, can I talk to you in private really quickly?” He speaks up, making you and the retired driver stop your bantering for a moment.

“You can say it in front of Y/N, it’s fine.” Seb replied. He trusted you completely with anything and everything.

“Well not if it’s about her.”

“Hey!” you complain. “Are you openly gossiping about me?”

“Listen, if you want our help, then let us huddle for a minute.”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh and nod at them. You really really liked Mick, but you were too much of a pussy to do anything about it. So if these two old twats could help you, then so be it.

Lewis pulls Seb to the side for a moment, inhaling deeply before talking softly so you couldn’t hear. “Okay, so here’s the thing. Mick told me he likes Y/N.”

Sebastian whips his head to face Lewis, “Holy shit, I knew it. I knew he wasn’t going out with us all the time last year for no reason.”

“Yeah, he’s not so discreet. Here’s the problem though, he firmly believes Y/N may hate him, and you know that Y/N believes Mick only likes her as a friend.”

“So what you’re saying is they’re both hopeless?”

“Without our help, basically yes.”

“God I can’t believe they haven’t caught a clue,” Sebastian sighs. “I even excused myself from multiple meals so I could leave the two of them alone even for a few minutes.”

“You’re telling me mate, I basically had to shove Mick towards her whenever she was at the garage or in hospitality.”

Meanwhile, while the two men were devising on their own, you were getting antsy. What could they possibly be coming up with? You didn’t really want to think about it too much, so you decided to take a walk around the track. After all, the event was about to start, so you might as well familiarize yourself with your surroundings.

You went through the unpainted bee hotels, admiring their woodwork and the effort it must’ve taken to make them. Sebastian had sent you a text at three in the morning yesterday saying “Finished! :-)” with a picture of the bee hotels attached, so you knew he put hard work into this project. You were happy that he was doing something he loved while retired, but at the same time you missed him terribly on the grid. It was lonely, you will admit, without him by your side. Sure you had your teammate Charles and the support of your fellow drivers, but it never felt like anyone truly knew you on the track besides Seb.

Stuck in your thoughts, you failed to notice the man who was walking up behind you mustering the courage to strike a conversation. You turn around to check out another bee hotel when you bump straight into Mick walking up to you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“Ow—” you hold your head in pain, which you bumped into the bee hotel roof when you recoiled backwards from the hit. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

Great, Mick thought. Now what?

You’ve made a fool of yourself, congratulations, you thought.

Sebastian was about to walk over to see what all the commotion was about, when Lewis put a hand out and stopped him. “Look who bumped into her.”

Sebastian squinted a little— his eyesight had gotten worse but he refused to get glasses— and grins when he realizes who it is. “Best leave them to it then, I have an event to organize anyways.”

Meanwhile, Mick had no clue what to do. You were holding your head in pain, with your eyes closed trying to regain stability from the dizziness, and he was just standing there awkwardly trying to figure out what the right move was. Should he ask you again if you were alright? Should he hold you to stabilize you?

Well, why not both. Without thinking, he holds your shoulders, crouching down a little to look you in your eye, and asking a simple “You okay?”

You open your eyes, squinting because of the sun, and are met with a set of beautiful blue ones staring at you. Holy fucking shit. Now you don't know what to do.

“Uh— yeah, just hit my head. No biggie honestly, all good here,” you reply awkwardly. God, was it this hard to talk to him when Sebastian was around?

Mick lets go of your shoulders— you miss his touch already— and straightens up, nodding. “Good. Sorry for hitting you, I thought you heard me walking up.”

“No, it’s my fault honestly. Was stuck in my own thoughts. Nice that you pulled me out,” you joked, praying to whatever higher power was listening that it stuck.

Thankfully it did, and Mick let out a small giggle at your quip. It was enough for your stomach to do flips. And even though you had no clue, you joking around with him made his stomach do the same thing too. The simple interaction was enough to make him think that maybe you weren’t just hanging around with him before because you pitied him.

“You know,” Mick starts, before he loses confidence to breach the topic. He was here anyway, so might as well. “You’re always at the Mercedes garage but I never see you. I am sorry about that.”

You raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. Why was he sorry? You were the one who avoided him out of nervousness whenever you were there.

“You don’t have to be sorry about that, honestly, that’s my fault anyway. Same with our lunches before, I’m sorry we did those less and less. I guess I got too caught up in the races. We should have another one here in Japan!” You add the last part haphazardly, not really thinking about what you’re saying because if you do you’ll lose confidence.

It was too late when you realized what you said, and terrified to see Mick’s reaction to the invitation, you stare at anything but him. Wow, the sky was blue today. How interesting.

Mick, on the other hand, was frozen on the spot. Did he hear that correctly? Were you inviting him to lunch for the first time in months?

Before the reserve driver could get his hopes up, however, he realized what was different this time. Sebastian was around.

Oh. Maybe that was the only reason you invited him this time around. Because, again, like before, you felt sorry for him being alone and you had the confidence to ask him because Sebastian was here.

“Would…Sebastian be coming?” He asked. He wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he begged God at that moment you would say no. He had nothing against the retired driver of course, he was like an uncle to him, but it would determine— for him at least— if you were going out with him out of pity or because you actually wanted to.

You, on the other hand, had a completely different interpretation of that question.

Did Mick not want to have lunch with you without Sebastian because he didn’t want to spend time with you? Did he feel like you were too awkward? Too weird? You stopped yourself before you could spiral even more.

“I mean, do you want him to?”

“Honestly? No.” Mick hears himself say without thinking. His eyes widened a bit at the fact that he said that aloud, making you giggle. It lifts the tension a bit and the air feels freer talking to him.

“Tsk tsk, I’ll make sure to tell him that.”

“Please don’t, I’ll never hear the end of it. I just meant—” Mick pauses for a second, finding it difficult to word his thoughts.

Oh fuck it. Fuck it all. “I want it to be you, just you.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh.” Before Mick can regret saying anything and repeatedly apologize for the implications of what he said, you tug on his shirt a little to get him to look at you. “Me too.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, laughing a bit at himself. “Thank god, I thought I made the wrong move there.”

“God no,” you laugh out. “I’m glad you said that honestly, I thought you just hung out with me before for Sebastian.”

Mick raised his eyebrows in confusion. Was that what you’d been thinking this whole time? “I thought you were just hanging out with me because you felt bad I was alone without Seb.”

This time you both look at each other, confused. You had both gotten it completely wrong.

The absurdity of it all makes you burst out laughing, and you try to cover it up with your hand but to no avail. “I’m sorry I just— ha!— I can’t believe I’ve been reading it wrong this whole time! I even avoided you in the garages because I thought you felt awkward around me.”

“I hid whenever you were at the garage because I thought you didn’t wanna talk to me,” Mick replied bashfully, scratching the back of his neck. “In hindsight, that was pretty stupid, I suppose I wouldn’t ever know if you liked talking to me or not if I kept avoiding you.”

“Hold on, is that why Lewis always asked for extra food when I came around?”

“Yeah,” he answered, feeling embarrassed. It all felt so foolish now.

“That was stupid,” you tease. “So…what now?”

“I suppose we can just,” Mick gestures aimlessly with his hands. “Restart.”

You smile at him, liking the simplicity of the idea. After dancing around each other for a year, this is exactly what you wanted. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“What you were saying earlier, lunch? I know a good place. It’s pretty far from the track, but they have the best ramen and— hello Seb…?”

Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian had slowly inched himself closer to where you two were standing, trying to overhear your conversation. He was now stood a few meters away from you, pretending to be taking care of his bee hotel.

“You sneaky bastard!” you exclaim, slapping him on his shoulder for the second time that day. “How long have you been eavesdropping on our conversation?”

“I just got here!” Sebastian replied, trying to defend himself. He’d actually been standing there for a couple minutes, but if none of you had noticed, then it was better for him to not bring it up. “Anyway, I came to say we’re starting the event. Charles is looking for you at the Ferrari station, Y/N.”

Sebastian moves to leave, but turns back around, standing beside you. “And Mick, if it’s no bother, you could come with me and Y/N to Disneyland on Tuesday. Only if you’d like, of course.”

“We’re going to Disneyland?” You ask, but a quick glance at Sebastian's expression and you realize what he was trying to do. “Oh! Yeah, we totally planned on going to Disneyland. You should come with us.”

“Yeah! Sure, I have nothing to do anyways. And lunch on Monday, Y/N?” Mick replies. You give him a soft smile and nod in response.

Seb looks at you in confusion, “Am I part of these lunch plans?”

“No.”

“Great to know. Anyways, to the Ferrari station liebe, chop chop,” Seb retorts, putting his arm around you to pull you towards the station. As much as he wanted you and Mick to talk more, he also wanted his event to get going.

“Talk later!” you shout, being practically dragged by Sebastian. Mick laughs at the sight, waving a goodbye to you and the retired driver. He felt like he won the lottery. You might not like him the way he liked you, but this was a start. This meant that you hung around him for him.

“Was the plan you and Lewis came up with simply inviting Mick to go to Disneyland?” You ask, the second you were far away enough from Mick.

Sebastian shrugs, “Yeah, basically.”

“Oh you pricks. Thank God I didn’t rely on you two then.”

“Hey! We tried,” Seb remarked. “But we saw you two getting along without our help so we decided to leave you two to it. What did you even talk about?”

“Our shared hatred for you,” you replied with no hesitation. You look over at Sebastian with a grin, watching him roll his eyes, smiling.

“Well if that’s what it took for you two to talk, then I’d happily be the butt of your conversations.”

God. Why did he have to be so nice about it? “I’m just kidding Seb, we just cleared up some misunderstandings. Honestly we should’ve talked sooner, it was such a relief to find out I’d just been overthinking our interactions.”

“Like you do with half of all things, schatz,” Sebastian says softly, smiling at you. He was right, you did overthink too much.

“I know,” you sigh. “I’m trying to change.”

“That’s great, but you know what you should try first before that?” Seb asks with a playful look on his face. He comes to a stop in front of a bee hotel and grabs a paintbrush from beside it, putting it in your hands. “You should try participating in the event.”

“Cheeky bastard,” you mutter, grinning. You didn’t even notice you had walked all the way to the Ferrari station until then. You greet Charles, who was already there, before facing Sebastian again. “Still can’t believe you and Lewis’ plan was just Disneyland. Remind me to never trust you ever again.”

“Love you too,” Seb retorts sarcastically, grinning as he walks away to assist the other drivers. You shake your head with a smile, before facing the bee hotel again. Cheeky bastard.

Sebastian and Lewis had planned more than just Disneyland of course, they weren’t stupid. But the first phase of their plan was complete. Sebastian smiled to himself as he watched Mick talking to Lewis at the Mercedes station, ready to operate the second part of their ‘genius’ plan.

It was going to be a long, interesting week for all of them.

[0cta9on]

hey, it's the same anon that asked about that fromis_9 lewd thoughts... how about I ask the same question, but it's for IVE's legal members?

Hello anon! Since it's been a while, here's the original ask for context:

lewd thoughts on:

fromis_9 noona lines (Saerom to Jisun) IVE legal line asking for the weird time to get their pussies filled with cum?

Yujin

You're a fool for always falling for her tricks, but you can never resist that little lip bite she does when she's horny. Even in the middle of a mall changing room, Yujin always makes sure to moan extra loud for everyone to hear. "Shut up or else you'll get us caught!" You roughly whisper into her ear as you fuck her from behind. The sound of her ass getting pounded is already loud enough, you didn't need her making it worse. "Then hurry up and fucking cum inside me- AH-" You clasp your hand over her mouth right before she releases a guttural moan that surely would've gotten the both of you banned for life. Thankfully, it doesn't take long for you to dump your load inside of her sweet pussy.

Gaeul

Gaeul bites your shoulder, trying to muffle her moans as you fuck her into the porcelain tiled walls of the girls' restroom. 15 minutes before all this, she had sent you a simple yet slightly cryptic text in the middle of class - "2f gr. b quick." All you had to do was fake an illness to get out of class, and now you're balls deep into your friend's tight honey pot. "Gaeul, I'm close," you whisper into her ear. She wraps her legs around your waist, forcing you to stay inside her. "I-I'm safe today. Cum inside me."

Rei

The loud music and dim lights of the club masked your movements perfectly, not a single person around you suspected that you were fucking this cute Japanese girl you just met. A little flutter of her eyes and barely a sober word between you, and suddenly you're in the middle of the dance floor, getting your cock milked by her tight pussy. The alcohol in your system clouds your mind, and you shoot your load inside without thinking about the consequences. Thankfully, it seems like she wanted it as you wake up with a lustful text from an unknown number: "Thanks for your cummies, daddy. I'll be waiting for the next time we meet XO"

Wonyoung

She's Korea's princess, the epitome of beauty and grace, the face of hard work and perseverance. She also has her back pushed against the wall of the recording studio, receiving your cock with open legs. "A-ah, fuck! Y-your cock is always so big, oppa!" You've worked with Ive before to create music for their albums and Wonyoung always liked to work closely with you to learn about songwriting. Turns out, she has interests in some other things too. "C-cum inside me! F-fuck!"

Liz

"M-ms. Kim, this is h-hardly appropriate-" "S-shut up and cum in me already!" You could lose your job for this, or worse, face jail time. Had you known Liz' intentions from the beginning, you wouldn't have held after school study time for today. To be fair, you had so many opportunities to stop her - when she locked the door to the classroom, when she referred to you by your first name rather than "Professor", when she jumped into your lap and forced her tongue into your mouth. But god damn, doesn't she look so beautiful, bouncing up and down on your cock like that?

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP, am really really interested to read your thoughts on Seven!

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Ask 2: Hey bpp, can i be honest?? Ive been checked out of the fandom but still keep track of any music releases. So i didnt know abt any rumors abt 7. Imagine me being kind of disappointed that it’s another english song from jk when i watched the mv😅 it feels like his most promoted songs since last year has been all eng song… idk i wanted & expted something diff… i didnt like l&r, dreamers and now 7… it’s back to back lol. Tbf i didnt like My You too and thats in korean. At least not enough to listen!again after the first listen.

Im happy that still with you is finally on spotify tho. I’ll still be waiting excited for his album whenever it comes out. Hopefully ill find something i like in it!!

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[BPP Note: Both asks above were sent before my "I don't like it..." post. The asks posted below were sent afterwards.]

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Ask 3:

Same here

All the hype didn't matched with the song

1. rest members songs had so much depth and substance to it while this was the cliche boy chasing a girl song. Like we always dont need deep songs but the quality could be so much better. This was like just another pop song.

I think I'll put this on same level as BAD DECISIONS. But for bad decisions, atleast the chorus was staying on my mind while for this nothing was catchy enough for us to humm. Just because it's JK it will get hype but otherwise it's so generic. I think I liked LEFT and RIGHT way better than Seven. Even the rap portion felt so unnecessary and boring.

2. MV was kinda nice because of the production but concept was too shallow, the stalking and chasing was so outdated. In my country we have like 9293928843837 MVs in this same concept that not many make the same theme songs again.

3. The choreography. We haven't seen the full version. But for tiktok they do the highlight portions if that's so mediocre idk how rest will be. It was again giving the same mediocre showing off choreography and for me backdancers ruined it with their awkward moves.

4. they wanted this song to be played everywhere around the world. But there was nothing catchy enough to attract gp or go viral on tiktok, even if we sped it up. The only way to make everyone listen is to shove it down their throat but doing payola. But idk if investing in payola is worthy for the song. I also doubt the longietivity, as for me it was boring after 2 listens. I'll rather listen Like Crazy or wildflower or closer 20 times than listening this once.

5. I HOPE he'll bring something fresh to the table for his album and don't involve this mediocre producers who uses the same formula and same superstar persona to make a song successful. He is so much talented to sing a song which is so rich in melody and lyrics. And he can produce way better songs by himself.

Prolly a 4/10 for me

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Ask 4: troye sivan's rush (which also came out last night) is exactly what I wish Seven was. I don't mean that in a 'I expect the things JK to make to be gay' way just in the way it's a fun, very danceable, sexy summer song that doesn't pull its punches. Something about seven feels too run through a commercial sanitizer a few times, even with the explicit lyrics.

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Hi Anon(s),

Jungkook likes to fuck.

Rather, Andrew Watt likes to fuck and thinks Jungkook can relate.

JK has been talking about wanting to show more mature and explicit sides of himself for a good long while now. So I’m glad he’s finally gotten to do that, confirming for us why he keeps getting noise complaints from his neighbours since the mattresses all over his apartment don't help.

BTS has made songs explicitly referring to sex before (though it's been mostly the rapline doing so). So it's nothing new but I guess it's cool JK gets to share with us that he too has sex.

The question I posed to my friends immediately after watching the MV is, “Do you know who's been doing A&R for BigHit since 2020? I really need to know who is doing A&R for BigHit in America because they’ve been doing an appalling job lately. I'm starting to wonder if it's an inside job cause this song is kinda ass.”

That was me ~11 hours ago.

I didn’t like the song.

I’ve streamed Seven about 20 times since then I think, took a break from the song for a few hours, watched his GMA performance, caught a few minutes of the Wlive, then listened to it again just before writing this post and…

I still don’t like it.

Jungkook did a good job on the song, Latto's verse wasn't terrible, and while the song itself isn’t bad… the song isn’t good either.

It’s painfully, and at this point it’s a pattern so I have to add, predictably, mediocre.

Reserving judgement for the album, but Anons, I agree with you for the most part. The suits at BigHit are trying but they are woefully out of touch with the reasons BTS blew up in the West in the first place. I don't even feel like spending any energy doing a review or even trying to explain what I mean. So I'll just ramble on for a bit but try to keep it brief.

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I have to give BigHit some credit because I can see what they're going for here. Andrew Watt is a very celebrated producer in the US, he won the Grammy award for Producer of the Year in 2021, he's got A listers in his portfolio. So, he's not a cheap name to book and I can see why the suits at BigHit thought he's the genius to gift them a song clinically designed for American radio.

But that pandejo phoned it in. There isn't a lick of creativity to be found anywhere in all 3 minutes and five seconds.

It reminds me of VIBE by Jimin and Taeyang, as the closest analog to the vague dissatisfaction morphing into annoyance and then pragmatic rationalization I experienced in that same sequence when listening to it the first few times.

The song is disappointing because we've all heard it before. Too many times, and we're bored of it. We've heard JK sing this sort of song for years, as covers mostly. So on one hand, while I guess it's nice JK gets to have an American summer JB-reject pop tune of his own, it's not good enough to be the track that introduces him to the world as a solo artist.

It's fine for any white, blonde, blue-eyed heartthrob that can ride on a pretty face and implicit bias to rack up accolades, it's not good enough for Jungkook.

And BigHit needs to start using whatever leverage a US$10.6 billion market capitalization buys you in Hollywood, to insist for songs that are at least as good as the songs made by BTS members and produced by their in-house team. It's a waste of money and everybody's time to fly a battalion to LA just to record 2014's summer hit in 2023.

In my opinion.

Still With You > Stay Alive > My Time > Stay > Left & Right > My You > Dreamers > Seven

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All that said, I can't ignore JK has a taste for songs like this, and it's not his fault the song is shit (he didn't write, compose or produce it), so technically he shouldn't be punished for it. And the song is made for radio, while it's not my personal taste a lot of people really like the song (one of my friends likes Seven the most out of all the BTS releases so far), and it will catch on with some support. So, ARMY will support it including me, just to a lesser degree than I've done so far. Fingers crossed JJK1 has something solid on it.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

Have you gotten into other series.since the owl house ended?

hey anon.

to be honest im all over the place, i really havent gone far from being still into toh- and mainly thats because im afraid of losing inspiration for writing toh fics if i dont keep some sort of grasp on it.

i have gotten and dabbled in other series but not really any that id want to write or read for. least not at this time. its like im consuming the media as it is and am not wanting to go deeper to create things for said media pieces.

recently- well.. not super recently i did watch arcane, and of course im really into scream, as well as both fight club and im sort of getting into mha.

however, i will say bloom into you ive taken a good interest in and while i havent read the manga fully yet- ive watched the anime like three times. i did start a fic that i didnt actually get far on but yeah.

really want to buy more of dorohedoro whenever possible too.

im just here idk. i hope i dont seem annoying or childish by still being in this fandom :(. i really just love the owl house, and growing up, it was really hard for me to find wlw representation that wasnt sexualized or like there was some sort of double standard of a male gaze with it. i kinda just found toh and have stuck by it. especially with the canon nonbinary they/them characters. lumity isnt a speculative ship either- we arent left in lesbian yearning. its an actual ship. for the first time in my fandom life i am able to experience a romantic relationship in a series that isnt purely derived from fanfiction and fan content. its real, and i love them. i love that theyre real and canon.

theres so much to think and talk about with the world too that leaves me to want to write about- especially BECAUSE its over. i can analyze canon as a whole and look at it like a salad bar of toppings for a fic.

i know its kind of childish, but i genuinely just love lumity. i love seeing them be happy. and im not gonna push myself if i dont feel up to parting with the series just yet. usually, my fandom eras last for a couple of years anyway. nothing just has roped me in just yet. i suppose when the fandom starts dying out, ill leave then, but it's pretty healthy still, and it's good. especially here on tumblr. very much so good people here.

i hope you have a good rest of your day. :)

[vivisols]

Hi Vivisols! Or i guess Vivian now, feels disrespectful to call you that for some reason because its been too long.

Im one of your long time missing anons! I bet you wont guess who until the end! Hehe

Just wanted to stop by and say hi! For the first time in ages, I’m soooooo sorry to have left out of the blue without a proper goodbye, and I know despite my anon status it felt like we were good enough acquaintances that you deserved a goodbye!

Are you well? I hope so! Any new projects? Anything I’ve missed?

I’ve been quite okay despite it all! And Ive been thinking about your fics a lot recently, I’ll definitely be rereading them soon. And hey! Maybe I’ll stop on by when I’ve done so!

Here’s something positive before I sign off.

From what little we’ve interacted, I’ve always gotten a determined feeling from you, a confident attitude. You’ve always seemed like the type to keep pushing even when times got tough, or the very least pick yourself up, and try again, and I hope you keep that quality.

Enjoy yourself and the time you have, be cringe and free, share every story you’ve ever wanted to share, even if you dont finish them, and love what you want to love.

Your soul is beautiful, thank you for letting it thrive.

Goodbye for now, but definitely not forever!

Yours truly,

~Recommendation Anon~

P.S. I have nothing to recommend! Im so mad! It would’ve been so fun to just plop something in your hands before leaving again. Maybe reread a story you havent thought about in awhile! I always love giving my favorites a reread. Okay bye bye! ❤️

AW SHUCKS HELLO!!!!! ITS BEEN A WHILE BUT ITS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AFTER SO LONG!!!!! :DDDD

don't even worry about it!!!!!! things happen all the time and I got wayyy too busy myself this year... hope you had a good one at least! xD

personally, im doing good! save for the giant bit of writers block thats been plaguing me for months xP ive got a lotta plans and none of them want to come to fruition!!! terrible!!!!!! buuuut im definitely gonna keep trying to wrangle SOMETHING out of me before the end of the year if i can help it! even if theres only a few days left... x3

ive got a few projects I mainly wanna do planned out, particularly a new DCA fic and a DCA visual novel, yet alas... writing em just doesnt wanna happen. but dont worry! this is part of the cycle for me xD i have really really REALLY good period of writing then BOOM. months of writers block lmao. so i wouldn't say you've missed much! besides me getting dragged by my hyperfixations into 300 new fandoms hahaha xD

if you do decide to reread em, feel free to come on back if you want to! i still love them deeply, nd i still love the DCA. id be down to yap about them so much x3 (also: cannot believe claw at the stars is over a year old. and the future stares back is ALMOST a year old.... the passage of time... scary)

AND THANK YOU VERY VERY MUCH! that means a LOT to me to hear!! i cant express how much I needed to hear that rn but awe thank you!!!!! i teared up a little ngl THANK YOUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

p.s. dont worry about it! the fact you even stopped by and wrote such a nice message means so much to me already. even if you dont have a recommendation thats a-okay!!!!! im just glad to see you still around!!! nd in the meantime, i'll see if I can dig through my extensive bookmark list for one of my long-time favs to read over breakfast x3c

[kedreeva]

Hello fucker im the anon losing my absolute marbles about godfuckingdamned stranger things

Not only are you apparently not going alone to hell and have fucking grabbed me and decided to take me along with you you fuck but i feel as though i was plucked out the 3 story window of my fucking flat and shoved inti the metaphorical backseat of the fucking zamboni machine heading straight for hells fiery gates WHILE I WAS MERELY TRYING TO WET MY NIN EXISTENT FLOWERS ON THE WINDOW SEAL

Having said that i can absolutely fucking tell that the characters themselves are holding the fucking thing together and it would work eith absolutely nonsensical plot SINCE I KNOW ALMOST NONE OF THE PLOT (UNFORTUNATELY I DO KNOW A BIT NOW SINCE IVE BEEN CONSUMING THE FUCKING FICS OF THIS FANDOM LIKE A MANIAC FOR THE PAST 2 DAYS) AND IM STILL LOSING MY SHIT OVER THEM

I have also fucking decided to start watching the fucking thing right fucking now even though im so fucking behind on several deadlines and assignments including a very important one thats due right thia fuckinh week and for which i have yet to write ANYTHING and which has to be about 80 fucking pages long by the end of it so yes i am truly having the fucking time of my life goddamn it i was gonna start watching the fucking thing literally last night but i fell fucking asleep at about 2am because of the all nighter i had pulled the previous night reading the fucking steddie fics and last night i fell asleep woth my fucking phone in my hand doing guess fucking what READING ON AO3 ONCE AGAIN

I literally only vaguely know how steve and eddie look and dustin a little bit and robin a little bit and thats IT but goddamn do i have strong feelings for like 9 characters i know fuckall about except for fanon

As for the goddamn fic that made me lose the last of my sanity it wasnt even a Proper h/c per se just had some h/c in it which was game enough for my tired ass to deem it a h/c fic in my exvaustion and insanity and i do NOT unfortunately remember the name of it but i do know that it was by a fellow whose usernmae is pukner which i somehow remember and it was about 40k long amd what fucking made me read it and LOSE it and i mean LOSE IT like fucking LOSE IT was that it had NONBINARY steve kedreeva it had fucking NONBINARY STEVE so yeah i truly have given uo all of my 2 drops of remaining sanity for the smallest possible little bit of serotonin i could possibly receive

KEDREEVA ITS GOTTEN SO FUCKING BAD I ENDED UP HAVING TO DITCH MY HANDMADE HANDPICKED SPOTIFY PLAYLIST FOR MY LAST FUCKING HYPERFIXATION EARLIER AND FUCKING LOOKING UP A STEDDIE PLAYLIST IM LOSING IT THAT BADLY

I blame you SO hard for everything you are literally never gonna stop hearing from me about this you shall deal with every single mental breakdown and Thought™ that i have because of stranger things from now on because youre the reason why im in this shitshow in the first place my fucking friends and acquaintances and EVERYONE both online AND IRL have been trying to get me to watch stranger things EVER SINCE IT FIRST CAME OUT and _THIS_ is what fucking does me in

Well, I found the fic in question, and a) there's more than one NB Steve written by this person and also they're on tumblr by the same name

and b) Hey....... anyone out there got some nonbinary steve harrington fics to rec? bonus if they're hurt/comfort fics apparently. If I'm going to be blamed, I'm gonna fuckin EARN IT :D Drop 'em in the replies or reblogs or askbox, happy to reblog tumblr links too.

c) heyyyy drop your Steddie playlists for anon let's make it worse as a FAMILY

[opal-owl-flight]

hey, i just want to be real with you real quick, and this isn't me trying to attack you. i hope you can hear me out.

i loved your art. and i loved your headcanons and stories! you are very talented, genuinely. however, this whole susie thing has really gotten out of hand, and i feel as if you're missing the key point as to the reason why everyone is upset.

this is your blog. it is! you can post whatever you want here! i don't doubt that for one second and i'm a huge Do-Whatever-The-Hell-You-Want advocate. however, when you put something in the main tags on a site like this, it goes out beyond your account. beyond mutuals and followers in your circle reblogging your content. everyone can see it, whether they want to or not. you keep telling people to just unfollow you or block the tags you use when you post potentially triggering content, but the vast majority of people who are having problems with your content aren't your followers, they are just random people randomly stumbling on graphic imagery while in the tags. they have to see it first to even be able to know to block you or your tags, which i feel is unfair to those who want to simply search their fav's hashtag.

this isn't me yelling at you to stop making the content you want to make. freedom to express yourself is so fucking important, i get it, please keep making the content you want to make even if it goes against the grain of everyone else's headcanons, but at the same time, no one should have to stumble upon gore or torture art in any public tag, anywhere, especially if it's not under a readmore or properly tagged as such. period! and i get you have certain tags for organization but i feel as if there are easy ways to get around that as well if you put your mind to it.

this isn't me trying to scold you like a parent or anything. i also do not care for susie even in the slightest and am not telling you this because i'm a number 1 susie stan or something. but this situation has made a few dear friends very upset and the solutions are very simple, everyone still has the opportunity to walk away happier and doing their own thing. that's all. no need to respond to this if you don't want to, and if you read this far, thank you for your time.

Youre good! And what I got from this is to place trigger warnings in the tags (another anon has also suggested that and Ive added the needed tags on the posts that need them).

And the most triggering art Ive put under a readmore, actually! So the people who still see them…yo, I have no idea what yall are going off about. Theyre under readmores with warnings on them.

(I looked through the legacy arc tag. All of the torment stuff is actually under a readmore… Ive added the trigger tags too, cept for one post bc for SOME REASON TUMBLR DOESNT WANT TO ADD IT IN)

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡

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sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) a part two of OnlyFans where Steve takes them up on their offer would be 🥵🤤

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut 18+minors dni, threesome! (my first time writing one im scared), also it’s uh… it’s a lot. it’s probably the filthiest thing i’ve written; so out of my comfort zone so go easy

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: i got a lot of people in my inbox asking about a part two but holy shite balls ive never written something like this omggg i can’t believe it aviajbgvi8gahahaha, anyways plz don’t let this flop i worked really hard to write this and imma cry if it does

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Steve sat on the bed nervously. He had no idea what came over him agreeing to this.

“Are you ok?” you asked him softly as Peter set the camera up.

“Yeah, just out of my element; very out of my element.”

“You can always say no; at any time. Even after we film and take pictures, you decide that you don’t want this out there we’ll delete it right away. I promise,” you reassured.

“Thank you, but I want this. I don’t trust anyone more than you two to do this with.”

Peter looked up from the camera and smiled at you both; he wasn’t gonna lie, he was really excited when Steve came up to them saying he wanted to be a part of this. He was expecting you and Steve to do something together but when he asked Peter to also be a part of it he was very ecstatic and aroused about it.

“Ok,” you cupped his face.

“Well the camera’s ready if you want to start slow, maybe some pictures first?” Peter suggested.

“Sure, you’re the experts,” Steve shrugged.

“Ok, Pete, what should we do first?” you turned to your boyfriend.

“Well, maybe we can shoot some of just you guys, and then just me and you, and after all three of us,” he said standing behind the camera.

“Sounds like a plan,” you went up quickly to Peter and kissed before turning back to Steve holding a mischievous gleam in your eyes and made him feel wanton.

You slowly walked closer to Steve, your hands reaching for the tie that held your silk robe together and unveiled the most sexiest lingerie set that Steve’s ever laid his eyes on. His eyes could help themselves staring directly at your nearly exposed chest. You noted his inner battle to not reach out and touch without permission and Peter chuckled from behind.

“You can touch her, Steve. She doesn’t mind, do you princess?”

“Not at all,” you whispered sensually.

Steve reached out and pulled you close to his body. He sported simply a pair of black boxers and a black leather choker with a silver ring in the center. You curled your finger over the silver ring and pulled him closer to your face. Peter saw this as a great shot and the shutter of the camera alerted Steve pulling him out that momentary spell you have on him.

“It’s ok,” you whispered against his lips.

Steve swallowed audibly shoving his nerves down before bringing his large hands up your thighs. You smiled beautifully and teased him barely brushing your lips against Steve’s. As Peter continued snapping pictures, he was embarrassed to admit that he was growing hard at the sight of you teasing Steve; biting his lip having to remind himself to keep snapping pictures.

Steve was slowly getting the hang of things and trailed his hand up your front to wrap harshly around your throat. You giggled at the feeling making direct contact with the lens putting on, which wasn't hard at all, your sexist face before all three of you bursted into giggles.

“Too much?” Steve chuckled.

“No, it was perfect,” you giggled.

You took some more pictures; you sat between Steve’s legs looking innocently into the camera and you could see the visible tremble in Peter’s legs. Another was you sitting with your back against Steve’s chest, his lips pressing faintly to your skin and his hands wrapping around your body closely both looking into the camera seductively.

“These are fucking hot, guys. People are gonna lose their shit,” Peter told you guys.

“How ‘bout one more,” you winked at Peter.

You crawled over Steve straddling his waist and pressing your hands against his pecs. He leaned back on his elbow, his expression taken back yet aroused and excited. Peter watched carefully, his finger resting on the button to snap the perfect shot. You rubbed your nose along Steve’s and you could feel his breath quicken.

You pressed your lips against his and lightly grinded down on his crotch feeling his large member poking your center. Steve fluttered his eyes closed as his lips moved against yours softly moaning. You pulled away to find his cheeks reddened and his eyes blown out with lust. You crawled off but Steve pulled you back in already addicted to your taste.

“Alright hands off, it’s my turn,” Peter walked up, making you giggle.

Peter practically pounced on you once Steve stumbled his way to the camera; waddling from his raging erection.

“You look so fucking sexy; I haven’t gotten to tell you,” Peter whispered in your ear.

“Thank you; you still ok with this?” you asked him.

“Of course I am,” he grinned.

“I figured, considering you’re hard as a rock under these,” you pressed his erection firmly with your hand making his groan lowly and shifting his hips.

He kissed you ravishly and Steve snapped the shots quickly. He shifted from side to side attempting to take his mind off of his painfully boner but the sight you and Peter practically devouring each other’s mouths was incredibly arousing.

Peter’s hand cupped your breasts squeezing the flesh softly pulling soft barely audible moans from you. Peter laid you down on the bed and kissed down your body softly looking sensually at the camera. You arched your back and pointed your toes for effect but that didn’t take away from how Peter’s lips felt so good against your burning skin.

“Hey Stevie,” Peter practically purred.

“Why don’t you start recording and come help me please our little princess,” Peter’s words made your skin break into chills.

Steve practically skipped to the bed after pressing record and you made little grabby hands to pull him into a kiss. He came over your head and pressed his lips against yours placing his hand on your breast while Peter’s resting on your other one. Your lips tasted so sweet and they felt so velvety Steve could spend eternity against your lips and not complain.

“Fucking hell, so pretty,” Steve whispered.

Peter’s one goddamn lucky kid, he thought.

He lifted you by your shoulders and sat behind you as Peter continued to kiss down your legs pulling your panties down your legs. Steve rubbed your arms softly before circling your waist and nuzzling his face in your neck.

As Steve pressed kisses to your neck Peter pressed kisses to your inner thighs and you could do was breathe heavily and indulge in the attention. Peter slowly licked from the bottom of your entrance grazing your clit with his tongue and you tossed your head back on Steve fluttering your eyes closed. Steve’s hand moved up to wrap firmly around your throat and nibbled on your ear.

“Look at him baby girl. I want you to look at him as he makes you fall apart,” Steve said, his voice laced with lust and domination making you whimper pathetically.

“You sound so fucking pretty for daddy, don’t you,” Steve spoke smoothly; you hadn’t thought of him much of a talker, let alone any other kinks and honestly it make your knees weak.

Peter on the other hand, was having way too much fun. He brought his fingers and circled them teasing you just a bit. You always made the prettiest whines when he did and he knew your viewers loved it too.

Painstakingly slow, he pumped his fingers in and out of you and sucked harshly on your clit making you squirm and wiggle under him. It took him a while but he realized your moans and cries sounded muffled and when he flashed his eyes open he saw Steve’s thick fingers in your mouth as you sucked on them lewdly.

Your eyes were still trained on Peter and he moaned against your core; the vibrations stimulating you more, tightening your muscles and tears brimming your eyes. Your toes curled and your legs squeezed Peter’s head but he didn’t stop his assault on your core. Your legs started shaking and you could hear Steve’s dark chuckled low in your ear. He took his fingers out from your mouth and you practically screamed from the overstimulation. You pushed Peter off you, tears falling down your cheeks. There was a prominent wet spot left on the silk red sheets and Peter’s chin and mouth were covered in your arousal.

“Come here, handsome,” Steve reached for the back of Peter’s neck and kissed him sloppily, tasting you on his lips; both moaning in arousal. You could feel Steve’s sizable erection poking your back firmly as you stared up to the boys who kissed beautifully. You felt yourself calm down a bit and Peter and Steve pulled away before Peter attached his lips to yours.

“Holy shit,” you said, making the boys chuckle breathlessly.

“You did good, baby. But I think you can do more yeah? You gonna be a good girl for daddy?”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Yes, what?” Peter said, pulling your bottom lip from your teeth with his thumb.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

You leaned forward again pressing a brief and chaste kiss to your boyfriend. You rubbed your hands all over his chest and whined like a brat before you felt Steve’s hand strike your cheek suddenly. You and Peter never dove into the spanking territory so it caught both of you by surprise; a good surprise though.

“Hey Petey, you gonna let daddy fuck your little girlfriend? I’m dying to feel how good this pussy feels.”

“She’s perfect,” Peter said looking lovingly into your eyes. You smiled shyly at him and felt yourself grow bashful at the compliment. You peered behind you quickly shooting Steve a wink before you wiggled your ass. Steve chuckled, smacking your ass playfully making you gasp before giggling.

He pushed his boxers down and gripped his aching cock desperate for attention. You felt his tip brushing against your hole and you whimpered clenching around nothing. You scratched your nails over Peter’s abs, digging harshly when Steve pushed himself past your folds.

Although Peter was already big and you loved it so very much, Steve did feel substantially bigger; almost too much. You hissed, breathing sharply through gritted teeth and Steve rubbed his hands gently over your back. Peter also soothed you pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and whispering praises.

“You’re taking him so well baby.”

“Such a pretty girl, aren’t cha.”

“You look so fucking sexy, princess.”

“Fuck,” you cried.

You practically clawed at Peter’s boxers pulling his dick out. You wrapped your hand around it and pumped up and down his shaft pulling quiet grunts and sighs of pleasure. You leaned down finally wrapping your lips around the tip of Peter’s aching cock making toss his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re sucking my cock so good baby,” Peter rubbed your head softly.

You moaned softly around him resting your hands on his thighs. Steve continued his languid thrusts in you pulling soft moans from you that stimulated Peter even more bringing him closer to his release. Steve’s pace sped up little by little until his thrusts became sloppy and wild practically jostling you around like a rag doll.

“Holy shit, Pete. Your girl feels amazing.”

“She really does; my little angel,” your stomach fluttered at the compliments.

“She’s so warm, and wet. God, such a perfect little pussy,” Steve smacked your ass making you shudder under his touch and moaned around Peter’s dick.

Peter’s legs began to shake and not long after you felt the hot ribbons of cum spurting down your throat. You released his dick with a pop before pressing lights kisses to Peter’s tip and down his shaft to his hips. You look seductively at Peter who carried a blissed expression but your own expression didn’t last long.

Steve grabbed your hair harshly pulling you up flush against his front. Peter chased you, standing to his knees in front you pressing kisses and nipping at the skin along your collarbones. He snaked his hand down and swiftly circled your clit making you scream.

“Fuck!”

Sweat lined your forehead lightly and you breathed unbelievably heavily; whimpering pathetically in both their arms. Steve groaned lowly in your ear, chasing his orgasm as yours approached quickly too. He whispered obscene things in your that only you and Peter could hear, almost like he wanted that to be your little dirty secret.

Eventually, your body spasmed between two bodies and you damned near screamed in pleasure. Stars clouded your vision and your eyes rolled back from euphoria. Your back arched pressed your hardened nipples against Peter's chest.

“Come on, princess; one more,” Steve grumbled. He quickly tore his boxers off his body as did Peter hardly giving you time to recover from your shattering high.

“I can’t,” you whimpered.

“Yes, you can, pretty girl. I know you can. You’ve been doing such a good job for me and Stevie,” Peter soothed.

Your knees rested on either side of Steve thighs; your back against his chest as you faced Peter. Steve pumped his cock quickly circled it around your tight hole making you shiver with anticipation. Peter wedged his legs between yours and Steve somehow before lining his own dick with your folds.

You felt Steve’s hands resting on your hips and Peter’s on your waist right above Steve’s. They peppered skins and whispered praises to you waiting for you to give them some kind of signal that you were ready.

This was completely new territory to you and you didn’t really prepare much prior to now. You steady your breathing and relaxed against the bodies that pressed softly against you. You briefly nodded your head and Peter pushed himself into you knowing you could at least handle him like you have hundreds of times before.

This was of course very familiar to you. You and Peter had sex many, many times and you love the familiar feeling. His cock stretching you out just right, the pressure already building with how big he was. But when it was Steve’s turn, your body instinctively tensed.

“Relax, princess. I gotcha, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Steve nibbled on your ear.

“I know,” you bit your lip.

Peter pressed his forehead against yours and whispered softly so only you and Steve could hear his voice.

“You can always tap out and we’ll edit the video, ok? Your comfort and pleasure is most important to us.”

“Yes, I’d hate myself if I were to hurt you,” Steve whispered too.

“Ok, I’m ok.”

Steve undid your bra that you still wore and Peter tossed to the side. Steve kissed between your shoulder blades cupping your breasts from behind; he played with your nipples, pinching and twisting your perked buds. He gathered the slick that oozed from you and his own precum circling your puckered hole. He slowly pushed in making you gasp and hiss sharply. Peter kissed you softly and as Steve slowly bottomed out.

The two boys stayed still as you adjusted to the extremely new feeling. Your stomach fluttered from nerves but also arousal. You eventually couldn't take the stillness and whimpered, begging for someone to move.

Steve and Peter moved in rhythm with one another and you moaned loudly feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Your bit your lip harshly; probably enough to draw blood. You were beginning to feel tired at this point but the pleasure building in your stomach felt like none other.

“Feel so fucking good, princess. So tight,” Steve mumbled.

“Feels so good, daddy,” you moaned.

“Yeah? You like daddy’s cock fucking that tight hole?” Peter mocked.

“Yes! Ugh!” you cried out.

“How she feel, Steve?” Peter asked.

“Fucking perfect,” he breathed out. Steve leaned over your shoulder to press his lips briefly to Peter and you watched closely with pure adoration for the boys. That quickly subsided when Steve and Peter shifted your hips slightly hitting new angles making you moan loudly again.

You moved like a ragdoll becoming exhausted, whimpering and whining. Steve groaned loudly biting your shoulder and Peter crashed his lips against yours. Everything became sloppy and messy. The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room. The pleasure was too distracting; all three of you forgot about the camera.

“Fucking shit, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” you squeaked.

“Let go, baby girl. Cum all over Pete’s cock,” Steve practically growled in your ear.

Tears brimmed your eyes and you suddenly became hyper aware of everything at once. The feeling of fours hands rubbing everywhere all over your body just right. Both cocks stretch you perfectly drastically and you feel like you were being split in half. The delicious feeling of both their lips trailing your hot skin. It was all enough to push you, no throw you off the edge.

Your orgasm ripped through you and you shook between their bodies. The boys grunted and with closed eyes rutted their hips in you one last time simultaneously, coating your walls in their hot white cum.

You looked lazily into the camera before smiling tiredly and relaxing completely in the boys’ arms. They breathed against your skin heavily, desperately catching their breaths. You brushed your fingers through Peter’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Your other hand traced small shapes into Steve’s hips behind you, bringing goosebumps to his skin.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, Peter removed himself slowly from you and turned the camera off swiftly.

“I think that was a great shot,” he said, tiredly making you and Steve chuckle.

“Take care of our princess; I’m gonna get some things to clean up. And you, just rest. You did so amazing,” Peter kissed you before disappearing into the bathroom.

Steve’s hands ran over your skin softly before carefully lifting your tired body off of him. He moved extremely slowly, extra careful pulling himself out to not hurt you although you hissed from the soreness that was already apparent in your body.

He flipped you delicately so you rested on your back and he pressed soft kisses all over you making you giggle and squirm a bit under him. Peter came out and picked you up bridal style to carry to you to the bathroom where he ran a bath for you; something he always did after a recording. Steve was preparing to leave with a waddle in his step when Peter stopped him.

“Don’t leave before she gets out. Here, help me with the bed and putting things away.”

They quickly put their boxers on and Peter put the camera away, setting it on the desk for later. He ran to the closet as Steve removed the sheets placing them in the laundry basket by the closet. He helped Peter change the sheets to a light color that was a complete contrast to what was there before. It was definitely more fitting for you and Peter though.

You bathed yourself basking in the afterglow of the most amazing sex you’ve ever experienced. If you were being honest with yourself, you really hoped that Peter and Steve would be up to the idea of doing this again, even without a camera or for anyone. You’ve always thought of Steve as a very attractive and amazing person; someone that you and Peter often gushed over together.

You couldn’t bother to think about it anymore as the tiredness was becoming too much; unable to think much about anything but a comfy warm bed. You struggled to  get yourself out from the tub wary that Peter would scold for doing so but whatever. You wrapped yourself in a warm robe that Peter left for you and walked slowly to the doorway watching Peter and Steve practically giggling like teenagers as they changed the sheets.

“I thought I told you you were supposed to wait for me to help you. What if you got hurt getting out? You could’ve slipped.”

“I’m sorry,” you pouted, walking over to Peter who just couldn’t be mad at you.

“You ready to sleep baby?” he asked you, and you nodded.

You undid your robe opting to stay nude tonight. You noticed Steve wasn’t joining you in bed and seemed like he felt out of place.

“You want to stay here tonight?”

“I don’t want disturb-”

“You’re not,” you interrupted, making grabby hands at him. He smiled softly before climbing in bed with you and you snuggled between both of your boys.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you pressed your lips to his before finally shutting your tired eyes.

Steve and Peter held you closely between them tracing patterns onto your silky skin. Steve kept his eyes trained to the ceiling and he could tell that Peter wasn’t asleep yet.

“So, when’s the video gonna come out?” he asked quietly.

“Well, usually we take the night to recover but after just now we might need a couple days,” Peter chuckled as did Steve.

“But then, we’ll edit the pictures all week and the video or videos. And after a couple weeks of promotion and letting people know about the upcoming release, we publish and let the money rack up. If you want we can give you fifty of the profit we make from this. It really means a lot that you did this for us,” Peter turned to look at Steve.

“It’s nothing. Was something I wanted to try being in this new century and all; you guys gave me the perfect opportunity and wouldn’t have trusted anyone else,” Steve said sincerely.

“You know, we wouldn’t say no if you wanted to keep doing this. Without the camera, you know?” Peter said shyly.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your guys’ relationship. Besides, I’m an old man. You guys don’t want that,” Steve chuckled.

“Nothing about what we just did says old man; you’re far from that. And like you said it's the new century, but if it’s not something you want we respect that.”

“And if it is?”

“Well, then we can talk tomorrow morning; I’m more than sure this one isn’t gonna mind not one bit. She never stops talking about you, granted neither do I but-”

“You two talk about me?” Steve smirked.

“Uh- maybe once or twice,” Peter stuttered, suddenly feeling shy.

“What do you two talk about?” Steve teased.

“Fuck off, man,” Peter defended making him chuckle.

“Goodnight, Peter,” Steve said, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with Peter’s.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

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@buckybarnes101​

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[awhkacey]

hey ill be 😵‍💫 anon or just use that emoji so i can identify myself through your asks. i was on subliminal amino for about 2 years, gained every negative assumption there is. joined law of assumption tumblr and tried to get rid of them for a bit then i was introduced to the void. as a kid, i was taught that i wasn’t good enough and basically every insult in the book. same followed with my pre-teen years except the boys i dated now told me that. my self concept was and still is horrible and unstable because of that. i think i have borderline personality disorder, but i haven’t been diagnosed, so i don’t want to self diagnose. but because of my horrible self concept, i am unable to manifest as fast as i want to. that’s why i tried so hard for the void for months and still haven’t gotten in SO im trying for self concept again. i know everything about manifesting because i basically overconsumed before the void. “set an intention, drop the old story, persist and have a good self concept.” i know saying i have a bad self concept and saying i can’t get into the void is victim mentality and just further bringing it into my 3D but i genuinely don’t know what to do. i know i need to work on my self concept THEN get into the void. but persisting in my self concept especially with a horrible mental health is harder than it seems. i don’t have the mental energy to start journaling and trying to fix my mental health. and i know self concept doesn’t = self love, but it’s very hard when you’ve been accustomed to hate yourself. if i go about just going for self concept, i usually end up failing to persist in it. everything is mentally exhausting to me. you could say just stay in the knowing, then i freak out and feel like im not doing enough and obsessing negatively about my desire. affirm and visualize, then i get obsessed with the exact affirmations and how they are supposed to be worded and how perfect and detailed the scene im visualizing is. lullaby method, same thing. void method, you already know how that went. im too mentally exhausted to journal and i just want someone to tell me what to do so i can actually fix my self concept and get into the void. not feel like my self concept has been good for two seconds and then end up spiralling for months. if you can’t tell already, i actually want change and it feels like ive tried everything and asked everyone 😭 im just tired of this cycle ive been in for three years. everything just feels so contradictory, “assumptions manifest NO feelings manifest NO thoughts manifest NO intentions manifest.” help 😭😭😭

ooo my first emoji anon<3 hellos.

it’s okay, bby. just breathe for a sec and remind yourself everything will be okay.

i know it can be hard sometimes trying to live in the end when you’re so mentally exhausted so just take a few days to yourself to get your mental health up. Do things that make you happy. And things that make you feel powerful. That could be a bad bitch playlist on spotify or a film that makes you feel like a girlboss.

Then when you’re a ready i want you to start with a few self concept affirmations to repeat whenever. Whenever you feel doubtful repeat your affirmations. You don’t have to mentally exhaust yourself with 15263 affirmations. It can be three or just one if you like. Here’s some i think would be great for you:

- i have a perfect self concept

- i find it easy to live in the end

- my mental health gets better and better everyday

- i get my manifestations instantly because i say so

Also, you don’t need to journal. what i used to do is record myself while answering journal prompts.

And when you’re ready try living as if. instead of saying how you didn’t get in the void, rant how fast you shifted and got your desires. Right your success stories in your notes app because in no time they will be actual success story. You are literally god. You can do anything you want and you can have anything you want.

And lastly, whenever someone says something horrible to you, i want you to contradict them with your thoughts. Same goes if you think those negative beliefs yourself. i want you to think “i don’t know what they’re are talking about im worthy, beautiful, and magnificent” even pretend they said the opposite. “dp just said im priceless, i mean they’re right, i am pretty rare”

hope that help, bbg

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: Hi! Could you write hcs for poly bakusquad with a quirkless reader who has a serious independent streak but has recently been a target for villain attacks and got injured, but refuses to rely on anyone and tries to ignore their pain and take care of everyone else, please?

This is gonna be a little angsty

• First- it annoyed bakugou that you, someone /quirkless/ made it into the hero class

• On pure fucking spite and anger alone

• You didn't even particularly want to get in to UA

• It was just something you chose to prove someone wrong about

• and it fucking aggravated him- more than aggravated him

• Inspired Deku though, he hated that even more

• and he isn't surebhow- but he ended up talking to you and suddenly you're part of his friend group and he's /okay/ with that

• that irks him too.

• and a lot of things are uncovered when y'all are friendly w eachother

• and they learn pretty fucking fast about your independent streak

• and when you all started dating (crazy how they managed that) they thought it might go away- only it didn't.

• You never asked for help, regardless of what it was- you'd handle it on your own.

• You got hurt during training? Don't worry about it, I'm fine.

• Failed a test? You'd disappear for a few days to study and retake it.

• Didn't know what you were doing in a particular subject? You'd teach it to yourself.

• Aizawa had heard the words 'help' ONCE and he was limited to the help you'd allow him to give you .

• You trained your ass off everyday, you worked hard in school, you took no shit- it was obvious you felt like you had something to prove.

• Bakugou felt like he was a partial reason for that and it made him feel like shit.

• He wasn't exactly the kindest to you when classes started in first year.

• But he was concerned.

• They were all concerned.

• recently, you'd been stressed out. They could tell, even if you weren't giving them signs.

• On top of that, you'd become a big target for villains and no one knew why.

• it seemed like both you and midoryia were a magnet for assholes in masks

• And they tried talking to you about it, they do.

• Denki brings it up, he's holding your hand, Kirishima is threading his fingers through your hair and Seros behind you, holding your waist. Mina is in between your legs, resting her head on your chest and bakugou is at the end of the bed.

• And Denki asks if you need help- whether its coping with it- or dealing with it while its happening- or trying to figure out /why/ they're attacking you

• and you blow him off "it doesn't matter, i'll deal with it if it happens again."

"It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when." Bakugou glares.

"Okay, then when it happens again, I'll deal with it."

"That's fucking stupid," he growls.

Kami squeezes your hand gently. "Maybe we should have a plan-" he glares at Bakugou.

"I was fine last time. Don't do this."

"Do what? Offer fucking help?" Bakugou snaps and Mina cringes. She grips your shirt. She knows what's going to happen, she knows you're going to stomp off to think- it could be a few hours or it could be days. Sometimes, if she held something on you, you'd stay. She hoped this was the case.

"Your fucking pity." You seeth. "I don't need it. I can take care of myself."

"Baby we didn't-" kiri starts but you're already sliding off the bed.

"Babe," Sero looks at you. "please come talk about it,"

You say nothing, and let the door close behind you.

"Fuck." Mina sighs

• Its 2 days.

• 2 days before you resurface, calm and collected, like nothing happened.

• but you're busy- you're training harder. Much harder, you're pushing yourself past your limits and its obvious

• they were already impressed. Theg already knew you could take care of yourself. Why couldn't you see that?

• you push and push and push

• and they don't see as much of you

• when they do see you at the end of the night, you always look exhausted

• and you put on the same fucking front each time

• you smile and laugh and kiss them goodnight but they can see you're in pain

• they don't even get a chance to talk about it with you

• because the next thing they know

• theyre in another attack and youre in the center of it

• You're fighting and you're holding him off but you aren't going to last much longer

• You were tired from the day before- you hadn't gotten proper sleep- and he was strong

• It's all kind of a blur, really, you're thrown a lot, youre bleeding

• he had you by the neck at the end, you were clawing at his hands and he was laughing

• your mates weren't exactly in the best shape either- after all, the attack had happened in the middle of the night

• A strong kick to the center of his nose seemed to do the trick. There was a sickening crack and his hand loosened and he fell back.

• When you regained youre senses you froze- he wasn't breathing.

• you /killed/ him.

• Your stomach churned and suddenly all the pain you felt increased ten fold.

• You scrambled to stand up, Mina was the first one you saw and you fell to your knees in front of her, cupping her cheeks. "Baby? Baby you okay?"

"M fine, but you're not, that's a lot of blood." She looked up at you her eyes wide. "Baby that's a lot-"

"I'm okay, I promise."

• She wanted to yell and scream and you, she wanted to hit you and telling to just accept help but you'd already stood up, moving to look around for the others.

• Denki was next, you met him with a hug and a short but desperate kiss. "You okay?" You whisper, brushing your thumb over his bruised cheek. Mina was behind you now, gently brushing her fingers through the blondes hair, but she stepped away when she saw Kiri and Bakugou.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," he smiked softly.

"Eiji? Katsu?" You mumbled.

"They're okay, they're fine. You don't look so good though."

"M- M okay.." you mutter. Youre tired now. Standing here is nice. You're dizzy- Ashido was right. That was a lot of blood.

Your eyes close and your weight falls.

"Hey- Hey- Jesus! Guys! Katsuki! I don't- I can't tell if she's breathing-"

• You wake up in the hospital 2 days later.

• Mina's in the bed with you, hand thrown gently over your thighs. Sero and Denki are on the left side, heads down, eye's closed and arms over your shin.

• Kiris got your left hand in his, another hand in Minas hip.

• Bakugous on the right side, arms crossed and head down.

• and youre confused because why the fuck are you here?

• what happened?

• you miss Katsukis voice next to you when it all comes back

• and you can't help but scramble to sit up and suddenly you can't breathe

• youre not sure how long you zoned out, but when you finally get back, there's two nurses

• ones replacing and IV bag

• and the other is checking your tempature, you think.

• theres another needle stick in your arm but you can't pay mind to it right now.

• the warmth around you was gone and you desperately wanted it back.

• they weren't in the room anymore

• and when the nurses cleared the room, the tears spilled over.

• your brought your hands to cover your face and your head fell back.

• five minutes? 10 minures? Later there was a gentle tap on your shoulder

• it was ashido

• your arms were around in her seconds

• "You okay?" She whispered as the others took their spots around the bed.

"No," you shook your head. "I killed him- and and I could've gotten you guys hurt because I didn't listen," your breathing had started to get faster again.

"Hey, it's okay. Just breathe," she soothes, thumbs stroking your cheeks.

"I can't- I- fuck /help me/-" you gasp out

• It takes awhile, but they managed to calm you down.

• Ashido just holds you, she lets you cry, and Kiri reminds you that you're okay

• they do most of the comforting usually

• when you're breath has finally started to even out, and you can feel the pain again, you know you'll be asleep soon from the pain meds.

"How bad was it?" You whisper, hands still gripling Minas shirt.

"Bad." Katsuki spoke. "You stopped breathing when we got you here."

Sero rubbed his face. "You needed a blood transfusion. They weren't entirely sure how it was going to end."

"You were...you were just standing in my arms and then you weren't moving. And then you weren't answering-" denki breathed. "There was blood everywhere."

"What about you guys?"

"Can you just stop?" Katsuki groaned. "Can you just let us worry about /you/? Let us help. Don't ask about us. You almost /died/ and your only fucking thought is us. Why?" He was crying, head down, hands gripping his pants.

"He's got a point. It's okay to ask for help," kirishima whispers. "So why don't you?"

• you're quiet for a few moments.

• do you go into detail.

• or do you dodge the question.

• ultimately, the fear of losing them outweighed any shame you would have felt

• "its hard not having a quirk." You mumble, eyes down. "Quirks are practically currency. And power is highly valued. I don't have that. I don't have any of that. I'm in a constant risk of being replaced and if I ask for help, they know I'm weak. I can't ask for help."

• And they all feel their hearts shatter a little bit.

• Bakugou had poked fun at you for quite some time in first year for not having a quirk.

• and Denki wasn't much better- neither was Sero. They'd make jokes about how fast you'd drop out.

• Bakugou would break a little bit, reminding you that you weren't weak. You still being alive was proof of that.

• and slowly

• slowly you get accustomed to ask for help.

• its not necessarily with words- sometimes they ask and you just nod

• or you ask in your own way.

• youre independent streak remains- but its not as bad.

[princessmcpurpledork711]

Also...ever thought of a Ben 10/Kingdom Hearts swap?

Hey anon! Its been a while huh? I gotta tell u ive been thinking about answering u for a while but this time was the busiest work has gotten and its been so tough to not just get home and sleep lol. But I also been working on this too.

First off, it makes total sense and its super interesting to think about. Ben and Sora are just two sides of the same main character idiot lol. The Kevin/Riku swap was a no brainer, but I feel a sassy Lil sis Kairi works too well and Ben struggling between two love interests works best. Imagine all the Sora aliens tho. He probably would name them the same because theyre both lame XD. Also Bens keyblade looks so cool and sleek. And Kevin with a car keyblade is TOO perfect XDDD.

I was also thinking about how the others could fit into this. Obviously I want anyone with even the slight relation to Ben to be in the Heart Squad. Gwen being Ven may be a stretch personality wise but the fact Gwen is her own person like Ven made it work in my eyes. Also Ellie making Bree (a twin OC that shouldnt exist) made her being Roxas so heartbreaking. Albedo and Vanitas is obvious lol. Eunice and Xion are both experiments that wanna be their own people. Nami being Julie is more that she has Kairi aspects and is also really sweet like Julie. Also Nami with a Ship equivalent is too cute. And of course Roxas being someone who isn't real. Big oof. Also Ellies story with Bree in her own Ben 10 AU makes it even worse. Ill just say he was missing for a long time.

Anyway very interesting question and I hope u keep asking me things 🙏 I appreciate u so much and Im definitely gonna try and answer more often.

[actualbird]

Herb anon you're a genius xgjxgj but what if over time every single one of the boys gets entangled with shipping. Vyn and Luke are the first to know about it but they've been going on with Artem and Marius much longer.

I'm pretty sure some of the people in the law firm already ship Ingrid and Artem, it's probably been kind of a niche thing that's mostly overshadowed by other stuff but is still there if you know where to look. Artem does not know where to look because he doesn't look for it on the first place, almost no one dares to talk about it with him and those that do already know it's not true. He remains blissfully unaware until one day mc brings it up offhandedly and curses Artem with this knowledge.

Marius probably gets speculation on his love life from tabloids all the time so it doesn't affect him that much. Instead, much like Luke, he discovers real person fiction of him and the people the tabloids gossip about. Half of these people are business partners at most.

The support group for people being shipped slowly grows over time with everyone outside looking at them with mild concern until they experience it for themselves. All they do is confort one another for their shipping woes while pointedly avoiding talking about any specifics because no one wants to get into that and everyone can relate.

🌌

irt ppl misunderstanding and shipping vyn/giann n luke/sphynx

eyyo, milkyway and herb :DDD answering both of these in one go and jkbkKJBSKDJGKSDJG GOD

milkyway, u really said "ship all the nxx with ppl they dont wanna be shipped with, It's Equality" and for that, ur amazing.

also, if u want a good fic where ppl think artem and ingrid were a thing, BOY DO I GOT A FIC FOR YOU!!! look on the bright side (you have a best friend) by samandspam has that and SO MUCH MORE it's a great fic, i deffo recco it!!

agree that marius is like no longer bothered. every other week the tabloids think hes gotten together with just anyone high class he has to take to dinner for a business thing. marius be like "awww, you guys r ruffled cuz of relationship assumptions? thats a regular tuesday for me lol" but he does still offer comfort cuz the others r not used to it kjsdbfkdjs.

also, all of them eventually having this in common is hilarious to me (which, kinda sorry about @ nxx team!! comedy is sometimes absurdity a character NEVER WANTS TO BE IN. it's like how we laugh at the cabbage in avatar: the last airbender. terrible day for him but man is it funny). this is certainly Some Kind Of Team Building. but guys, thats what u get for being well known hot people.

and the funniest thing i want to happen in this scenario is that no matter how many times the team is seen with each other, nobody thinks to ship them with each other. totally goes over everybody's head.

and aaawwww, herb!!! im oddly emotional about vyn and luke bonding over this :'). which probably isnt the correct reaction to this but ive never had a correct reaction to anything in my life kfbksjf.

when vyn and luke start getting shipped, both of them let out a strange sigh of relief. cuz this is weirdly not as bad!!! maybe theyll even own it, a bit. luke coming over to a meeting and being like

luke: oh, where is my beloved dr. richter!!! i've brought you a croissant!!!!

vyn: ah, my beloved detective, you know how to make my heart sing with love :)

artem, whispering to mc: what is happening?

mc, whispering back to him: honestly, i dont know but they seem happy

marius, yelling: HEY, CAN I BE BELOVED TOO? I WANT A CROISSANT

[generallybarzy]

hey there, stranger. iv

one, two, three 

an: as you can tell, i’ve been having a really, really rough time lately. I haven’t been posting, so I hope the length of this chapter makes up for it a little bit. Not including a summary here because you all know what this fic is by now, and if not, the other chapters are linked above! I hope you enjoy this. I have to thank @royaltyofhockeylosers, @thirteenisles, and my potato anon for always being there whether I have to talk about this fic or my personal life!! I love you all and I absolute would not have gotten through the past week or even posted this fic without you!!!! The ending scene of this chapter (you’ll see) is the first part of this fic I thought of, what I basically wrote the rest of the fic around, and honestly one of my favorite scenes ever.

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the playlist :)

Two more weeks and countless games passed before Mat was asking about another date.

You were sitting in class, daydreaming about that night- his arm heavy around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, his scent surrounding you, his hoodie swallowing you, the way his hand was big and warm in yours, the way his pretty hazel eyes softened when he looked down at you, the way your heart leapt when he leaned down, his eyes slipping shut for that first kiss… when your phone vibrated.

Handsome maty: hey babe! i don't have practice tomorrow, you wanna do something? ❤

The heart emoji made your own heart beat fast. So you were at that point of the relationship already, huh?

You'd never know, but Mat was terrified to send that text. He typed it out and deleted it multiple times, running his hands through his hair and closing his texts to call Tito and ask for advice. Was it too early for hearts? Would you be scared and run off? Would he sabotage a great thing just by showing you how much he cared? But in the end he remembered.

“I wanna date you. Like, officially. I want it to be us.”

“I want it to be us too.”

And God, he really did.

You wanted to go out with him again, you really, really did, but there was one thing preventing you from doing that. And that one thing preventing you from seeing him was the same thing that got you together in the first place: the Seidenbergs.

Rebecca had called you that morning, joyous and chatting about a mystery date she was going on and how Dennis surprised her. And while you were as overjoyed for her as always and couldn't wait to see the kids again, it sucked that even though the older man was retired from hockey now, his and Mat's schedules seemed to be clashing. Whenever Mat wanted to take you out, the Seids were going out.

You: maty, I really wish i could. But I have to babysit tonight 😥

❤maty: no problem, I can come help! The kids already know me anyway

You didn't expect him to be angry really, but you at least wanted him to be upset. You were expecting the sting of guilt when he responded with that sad, puppy-dog way of his. But what you weren't expecting was the easy compliance he gave. It took a few moments for you to process his message, you were overthinking. These weren't your kids, would Rebecca be okay with you bringing Mat as your boyfriend? Or would that be inappropriate? Then, Mat sent another message.

❤maty: or if this is your way of trying to turn me down easy or hint you don't want to hang, you can just tell me. I promise I won't be upset, babe. But I'll come help if you want?

And that did it for you.

The fact that he thought you didn’t want to hang out was hurting your heart. Maybe you didn’t kiss him the other night, but you didn’t want him to think you were uninterested. Especially when it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t stop thinking about him if you tried. As you sat through boring lectures in class about things you once paid attention to, you found yourself daydreaming. Of how his lips would feel on yours, how soft, and pink they looked. How they parted slightly as he leaned down, his warm breath fanning over your own...

You wanted to kiss him, you really did, but something held you back. Nothing had ever felt wrong with Mat before, but something just felt so strange. It felt off, and you hated it. Maybe it was the fact that it had been so long since you had a real boyfriend, maybe you were scared you wouldn’t be good at kissing after so long, maybe you were scared of this relationship getting too serious, that after that kiss, you’d be too far in and Mat would get tired of you. Maybe you were scared of heartbreak again. Whatever it was, you panicked and drew away. He took it so well, he was sweet and patient and didn’t judge you for wanting to wait. And it just made you fall even more.

God, what you would do to kiss him now.

You: trust me, i really want to see you tonight. but we need to ask rebecca and dennis first

❤maty: done ✔

Usually, all your worries about guys went out the window when you walked in the door to the Seidenberg’s household. You could forget about boyfriends, drama, work and your studies for the night and focus on the little kids that had strangely become like friends to you. But tonight, your anxiety about boys- a certain boy in particular- was spiking. You were going to be spending the evening with Mat. You couldn’t help the way your heart was pounding as you tried to compose yourself in the bathroom before the Seidenburgs left on their date. It wasn’t going to be a long night, the sun was already going down, so you’d probably just put on a movie and then take the kids to bed. You smiled at yourself in the mirror as your mind drifted back to the night of your almost-kiss and how patient and gentle and ready Mat was.

“(Y/N), someone’s here for you!” You heard Rebecca call from the front door. You quickly brushed some flyaway hairs back and took a few breaths to steady yourself.

Mat.

“Yeah, I have a feeling I already know who it is!” You called back with a smile in your voice, opening the bathroom door and making your way to the kitchen. Rebecca and Dennis were standing there, ready to leave and, both smiling like they knew something you didn’t, the door was only cracked slightly and Mat hadn’t yet come inside. Before you could even ask why he was still out in the cold, your matchmaker motioned towards the door.

“He’s waiting.”

You could barely even open the door the whole way before your lips fell open in a little surprised O. "Mat."

"Hey there, babe." There he stood on the doorstep, looking absolutely warm and cozy in all sweats and a hoodie, in those signature white shoes he'd been sporting on every date so far. The cold November wind tossed his hair around and a bright flush painted his cheeks in happiness as he held a bouquet of bright flowers out in front of him. When he saw you trying our best to contain your smile, his face split into a huge grin. And when he smiled, your heart almost leaped out of your chest. "You have no idea how hard it was to find these so late in the year."

"Oh my God, Maty."

"I hope this isn’t too cheesy, but I figured, if we're gonna be together all night, we might as well make it a date, right?"

Your heart fluttered, you wanted to pull him close, kiss him right there, but it wasn't the right time, especially not with the Seidenburgs standing right behind you in the kitchen. You reached out, grabbed his hand, and grinned. "Get in here, you big goof. You’re gonna get a cold."

The Siedenbergs were giving their goodbye kisses to the children when you stepped inside with Mat. And as they left, Rebecca winked at you and glanced back towards Mat, who was chatting with Dennis and beautifully oblivious to your cheeky silent conversation and busying himself with the kids. The second he stepped in the doorway, it seemed, the kids were all over him. "Maty!" They must have missed having him around.

It was obvious they missed having him around, as they were jumping around his legs and rambling about things they’d been up to lately the second they could get to him. And Mat listened intently and with the softest smile, and it was obvious he really loved them too.

The youngest children were talking about their day at school when you took the bouquet of flowers out of Mat’s arms, and suddenly they seemed interested. ‘

“You got flowers?"

"Yeah! Aren’t they pretty? They're from Mat." And suddenly the house burst into little "oooooh"s. Ah, children.

"You got (y/n) flowers??? Do you liiiike her?"

"I do like her." Mat’s eyes found yours and smiled, a hopeful, almost unsure smile as if he was really urging you to feel the same. You weren’t about to go on about your still young relationship in front of children, so you just smiled back.

"Are you best friends?"

"No, more than that."

“Ewww-”

“Alright,” You cut them off, just wanting to stay off the topic of feelings, romance, and relationships. This used to be the place you went to forget about those things, but you couldn’t do that with Mat here. Not that you were upset, you loved having him here, but there was something about talking about your relationship that still made you a little uneasy. And you hated feeling uneasy about him. "Do we have any homework to finish tonight?”

Something twisted in your heart while you watched Mat sit at the kitchen counter and help the kids with their homework. There was something so domestic and warm about these situations that it almost made you nervous. Was it way too early in the relationship to be imagining these things with him? It was so soon, everything was happening so fast, that it scared you. You didn’t want to love again, you didn’t want to hurt again, but everything about Mat made you want to risk it all.

That feeling struck you again as you stood in the kitchen, washing their dishes and watching Mat reading at the table with their little boy as the girls colored. Mat was helping him along softly here and there and giving him a little high five at the end of each page, and even though you absolutely did not want children any time soon- you could barely afford to get by yourself- there's just something about a man that's good with kids. And Mat was great with them, probably because he acted like a kid himself and already knew them well.

"Can we have ice cream?" Mat glanced up at you in amusement to gauge your reaction to the bold statement of the youngest girl.

"Ah, I don't know how your parents would feel about that."

“Pleeeeease!”

“Ice cream, ice cream, please!”

“I think the general consensus is that we all want ice cream.” Mat grinned a stupid little shit-eating grin and the children nodded along with him. “C'mon, Y/N. Don't be a party pooper." You almost couldn’t believe that Mat was gonna betray you like this, but it seemed so like him. Taking risks, living, having fun.

"You're such a child, Mat."

He looked up for a moment with wide, worried eyes, as if really worried you were upset with him, but the smile on your face must have given it away, because he smiled back proudly. "Yeah, I am."

"Alright,” You smiled at the looks of glee around the table, from all three of the kids and even Mat. “We’ll have ice cream, but don't tell your parents." The kids cheered thanks at you and Mat, who was still grinning widely up at you from the table. You couldn’t quite read the expression on his face, but when he stood from where he was to take the ice cream out of the freezer and his arm curled around your waist for a second while the kids weren’t watching, you were so flustered you had to look away with a smile. He made you feel so tingly and warm. “So, what movie are we watching tonight?”

A few hours later, you were sitting on the couch with Mat, battling through your second run of The Little Mermaid while the kids watched and colored and got drowsy.

You and Mat had stretched out under a thick, fluffy blanket, your legs on the sectional and his propped up on the coffee table, which he insisted was okay because he "used to do it all the time". Your head was resting against his bicep, and the moment his arm curled its way around your shoulders, your breath hitched in your throat. And he must have noticed because he glanced down at you with that same gentle question as the other night when he tried to kiss you.

Too much? Too soon?

It might have been too much, you might have panicked a little, but if you were learning anything recently, it was that you needed to take a risk and stop being so scared to get hurt. So you curled further against him, bringing a leg up to bend across his lap and winding your arms around his waist. His hand fell heavily onto your knee, rubbing it and pulling you closer in under the blanket, and his lips quirked up a little at the ends. This was warm, gentle, soft, perfect. Everything around was drowned out, save for the noise of both of your beating hearts pounding against each other, and he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with pink cheeks.

“Hey there.” His breath fanned across your lips, smelling of the sweet ice cream you’d all been snacking on earlier.

“Hi.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when his hand cupped your cheek, your heart sped up and your cheeks went hot as he furrowed his brows as if considering something.

Please just do it...

🎶"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

My, oh my

Looks like the boy's too shy

Ain't gonna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Ain't that sad

It's such a shame, too bad

You're gonna miss the girl"🎶

“(Y/NNNNN).” You snapped up at the sound of your name to see the little boy yawning and rubbing his eyes. Mat swallowed thickly, turning away and refocusing on the movie in front of him, as if he’d even been watching in the first place. “I’m sleepy.”

“Yeah?” You untangled yourself from Mat and stood from your cocoon of comfort under the blanket, despite wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms all night. “Alright, Let’s get you to bed, buddy.”

When you returned to the living room after helping the kids through their nightly routine and tucking them into bed, you found Mat turning off the TV and gathering up the coloring books and dishes to put away. You locked eyes with him, feeling absolutely flustered and wanting to cuddle him. He looked back at you, chewing on his bottom lip as if he had something to say, but he kept silent. It was quiet, but not tense, as you moved around the kitchen. Putting things away and cleaning up and smiling as you bumped into each other. He seemed to open his mouth for a moment, considering his words, but he said nothing, and you couldn't even get the chance to ask him if the two of you could crawl back under the blankets before the front door opened and in walked the Seidenbergs.

Dennis and Rebecca thanked you over and over again, quietly, as the kids were asleep. “I hope Mat behaved himself too.”

“It was like having a fourth kid to look after.”

“Hey, I wasn’t that bad.” He smiled at you across the table, a little secret in his eyes, hinting to the moment on the couch where you’d almost… almost kissed. No one had to know about that. Not yet.

The moment you offered to get an Uber and head home, Mat spoke up softly, grabbing your attention before you could leave. “Hey, my place isn’t too far from here. Let’s go on a walk. We can call you an uber from there?” He spoke almost shyly, giving you a tiny smile, his head cocked to the side and his eyes sparkling with glee, tilting his eyebrow up in question. You only nodded at him, smiling back with matched enthusiasm, and headed out the front door, hand in hand, with the Seidenburgs smiling fondly after you.

Outside, flurries had started coming down, a light dusting of snow beginning to lay in the patches of grass beside you. It was frigid, and even Mat’s hoodie and your own jacket didn’t seem to do much work to protect you. But being pressed against his warm body, your hand in his was so worth it. “Maty, it’s snowing!”

He chuckled at the childlike enthusiasm of your words. “Yeah.”

He watched you with awe as you gazed around at how the snowflakes sparkled in the streetlights. “You know,” you began, squeezing his hand and pulling him back to reality, “I love the snow. I love winter. Everything is so quiet and peaceful. As a kid, you would go to bed one night and wake up the next morning with inches of snow on the ground, without ever realizing anything happened. It happens so quietly, so serenely, so softly, without anyone realizing. It’s a surprise. I love that.”

“Yeah?”

“All the best things happen softly.” There was a moment of silence as the words settled peacefully between you, and Mat pondered your words. “No, that probably sounds dumb.”

“No, that’s beautiful. You could be a poet.” All the best things happen softly. He agreed. Like the way he was falling more and more for you every day, like falling onto a bed of down and soft pillows, like falling into a lover’s waiting arms after a long day, like the warmest embrace of tangled limbs and tickly hair in your face. Like falling in love. “Plus, being cold means cuddling. Like tonight.” He nudged your side teasingly and squeezed you against him. “I liked that.”

“I liked that too.”

“Sorry we couldn’t do something else tonight. I usually don’t make my boyfriends babysit with me so early in the relationship.”

“No problem.” He smiled and tugged you closer into his side. “I love hanging out with those kids. And there’s no place I’d rather be than with you, babe.”

Your face got hot at the pet name. You’d never get used to someone calling you that. It’d been so long. “You’ve gotta be careful calling me babe. I might just fall for you.”

“Huh.” It was barely a whisper, but you heard every word. “Maybe that’s the goal.”

You walked in silence once again, a comfortable, gentle silence, with only the sound of leaves crunching under your shoes and rustling in the breeze, until Mat came to a stop in front of a tall building.

"So, this is my place."

"Yeah?"

"So I should probably call you that Uber…"

"Probably." But Mat made no effort to pull out his phone, his hand stayed still, laced through yours.

The air between your bodies was heavy, not with tension, not with dread, but something much, much softer. Something needy and aching, something that made your cheeks heat up and your hearts beat faster, as you took in the sight of each other. Maybe it was still the idea of being in a relationship again that had you both so flustered, had you both weak in the knees. Maybe you just couldn’t believe you had someone like this. You reached up absentmindedly to tuck a stray lock of Mat’s hair behind his ear, to shake away some of the flurries, giggling softly with him as his hand bumped into yours while reaching up to do the same to you.

“Hey there.”

Mat let out a warm puff of air, a soft sigh, his eyes melting into warm, honey-like pools as he gazed down to you, “Hey.”

“It’s chilly.” You began, but your words were cut off. Cut off by the feeling of a warm palm against your cheek, tilting your head up to meet a pair of lips in a gentle touch. It wasn’t a kiss, not yet, but rather a question. A murmur of hope and a suggestion, a gentle urging to follow him, to dip your toe in and try out the waters, maybe swim with him. And as he began to back up, having asked his question and letting you free to ponder it, your hand unlaced from his and you stretched up on your tiptoes to grasp his cheek. Your hands were small and soft against his cheeks, the tips of your fingers tracing his pretty cheekbones and cupping his jawline and tugging him closer to you, sliding back to the black hair at the back of his neck. A perfect fit. Like yin and yang.

He sighed out against your mouth as you sunk into him, his own lips curling up in a smile as his hands came up to cup you against him in this gentle embrace. Cradling the back of your neck, his fingers chilly and making you shiver as they dipped under your hair.

And when you finally broke apart from what felt like an eternal embrace that had no boundaries, Mat leaned his forehead down against yours, his eyes gentle and sleepy and warm as he gazed into you, and wow, he was so beautiful. He was breathing softly against your lips, as if the kiss had knocked the air from his lungs with its power, no matter how delicate and precious, and each warm puff of air he sighed against your lips made you smile.

“I- uhh,” He laughed sheepishly, reaching his hand up to thread through his hair- a nervous habit you’d realized a while ago. “I kinda forgot to ask if I earned that kiss yet.”

It was your turn to laugh now, sinking back down to your flat feet and leaning up to press a kiss onto his chin. “You did.”

He laughed at your little peck to his chin and pulled you into an embrace, entwining your bodies together and sharing your warmth, not caring who might be able to see you. There it was, he had his kiss. It was better than he'd ever had, better than he could've ever hoped for and better than he ever imagined. And it was with you. Your fingers were combing through his hair, and it was making him sleepy, and he wanted nothing more than to have someone to sleep next to tonight, to watch the snow fall outside his bedroom window from where they lay together in the comfort of his sheets. He wanted the comfort, the coziness, the peace, the softness. And he wanted it with you.

"Well, I hate to ruin the moment," you started, turning to look up at him "But you should probably call that uber soon. Before I freeze to death out here."

"Mhm."

But Mat did nothing, he stayed where he was, gazing down at you and glancing up at his apartment, eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Hey, Mat? Whatcha thinking?" He looked down at you again as you continued to thread your fingers through his dark locks, seeming to have made up his mind about something. With a sigh and a smile, he held your hips and pulled you against him, leaned down, ghosting his lips against yours once more and making your heart pound at the sound of his whisper:

"Stay the night?"

[krisdreaming]

A/N: This is for @briswriting​, because I saw you’ve been having a tough time lately, and I’m hoping this can help cheer you up a bit. i’m here if you need anything at all ❤️ 

It was previously requested by an anon, as well. I’m jumping on the streamer!Kenma bandwagon, and it’s also a college AU. This takes place over the course of one week.

Here’s the 4+1 masterlist

Four times Kenma thinks he loves you, and the one time he finally says it out loud

i | Saturday

Kenma shifts the grocery bags to one hand so that he can put his key in the lock. To his surprise, the door is already unlocked. He frowns. He’s sure he can remember locking it when he left that morning. A little wary, he swings the door open slowly, and the moment he steps inside, he freezes. You jump to your feet from your spot at his little kitchen table, a smile blossoming across your face. He drops the grocery bags to the floor in the moment before you hurl yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

He staggers backwards slightly until he can adjust to your weight. “You’re here,” He breathes against your neck in disbelief. He loops his arms around your middle, holding on tight because he can’t shake the feeling that if he lets go, you might disappear. “You were only supposed to get here tomorrow.”

“I know,” You pull back slightly, just enough to allow him to drink in your face. “I decided to leave school early. I couldn’t wait any longer.” You scrunch your nose, probably laughing to yourself at the expression that must be on his face. “Kuroo let me in,” You add, which answers the next question he’d been going to ask.

“I missed you,” You say then, softer, backing away but still with the fabric of his hoodie pinched between your fingers.

“I missed you, too.” He looks at you standing in his kitchen, bouncing slightly on your heels, grinning at him like he’s Christmas morning, and it crashes over him that quickly.

I love you. It’s three little words, only eight letters, but somehow they’re taking up all the space in his chest. He smiles back at you, and instead of saying a word, he cups the back of your neck and presses his lips to yours.

ii | Monday

"Are you ready?” Kenma glances at you, one side of his headphones cocked slightly off his ear so he can hear your response. You look up from your switch and smile at him, a little uncertain. The faint Animal Crossing background music coming from it is just slightly out of sync with his own.

“Um, yeah. I think so. Are you sure you want me to be in your stream?” You’re seated just at the edge of the camera view, half in and half out. 

“Yeah,” He says, nodding, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face. “You’re gonna have to scoot over a little bit if you want to be on the screen.” You comply, your arm brushing his. Both of your faces are completely in view now, and he shoots the you on-screen a small smile. “The chat is probably going to be a little crazy,” He warns, making a few last-minute adjustments before going live, mouse hovering over the button. “You’re at the airport?” He confirms with you one last time, and you nod. No sooner than the feed goes live, chat messages begin to pour in. He’s used to it, and even Kenma can barely skim over them fast enough.

“Hey, guys.” He greets, “Welcome to the Monday night stream. I have a special guest tonight.” He glances over at you then, and he watches as you drag your eyes from the scrolling chat messages to the camera and offer it a smile and a small wave. Something squeezes in his chest. “This is Y/N.”

“omg, this is so cute!” “I didn’t know Kenma was dating anyone.” “you guys are dating, right?” “did you see the look on his face???” “is anyone else seeing all those little glances he keeps stealing??” The messages keep flooding in as you play. You’re a little stiff at first, but it isn’t long before you begin to loosen up and start talking and laughing naturally. 

You’ve played countless hours of Animal Crossing together. It had been one of your favorite things to do while you were apart. Even so, nothing quite compares to playing with you right beside him, seeing your reactions first hand and hearing you get excited and laugh. The viewers seem to be eating it up, and he keeps seeing snatches of messages in the chat about “chemistry” and “love” and how happy he looks. 

They’re right about that. In this moment, he’s beyond happy. When you pause to smile at him, he thinks he loves you so much that his heart might burst.

iii | Tuesday

Waking up next to you has to be one of Kenma’s favorite things. He can tell it’s pretty late by the way the sun is streaming in through the window, but you’re still sound asleep, with your cheek pillowed on your hand and your lips just slightly parted. 

He can’t blame you for being tired. The stream had lasted longer than usual the night before, and it had been well past midnight by the time the two of you had gotten ready for bed and finally snuggled up together to fall asleep. He thinks it must have taken you a while to fall asleep, too, because you’d been chattering to him about how much fun you’d had and bringing up different moments from the stream, too hyped up to be tired. It had been that way for his first few streams, too.

He can’t help but smile at the memory, looking at you sleeping so peacefully now. This sort of thing, something as simple as waking up in the same bed as you every day, is what Kenma wants. Someday soon, he knows you’ll get there. The long distance will be over and you’ll be together.

As if you can sense him thinking about you, you stir with a soft hum, eyes slowly blinking open and a smile sneaking across your face when you see him and remember where you are. “Morning,” He whispers softly, finally letting himself reach out and brush his fingertips across your cheek, tracing the features of your face like he’s memorizing it.

“Good morning,” You murmur back blearily. He leans in and presses the softest kiss to the tip of your nose, grinning at the way it scrunches up when he pulls away. I love you is hovering there again, right at the surface, but somehow he can’t quite get the words past his lips. He presses his lips to your skin, instead.

iv | Thursday

It’s all your idea. “We should go up to the roof,” You suggest, out of nowhere.

“Why?” He can’t mask his skepticism. “You won’t be able to see the stars, you know.”

You shrug. “Yeah, but we’ll be able to see the whole city from up there! I bet it’s beautiful - all the buildings and lights.” Suddenly, there’s a dreamy look on your face, and he thinks as he does sometimes that he wants to see the world the way you see it. That’s why he agrees, and you’re dragging blankets and mugs of cocoa up the flights of stairs.

“Ooh,” You breathe the moment you step out into the cool night air, walking to the edge and surveying the city all around you, the twinkling lights and the muted sounds of traffic below. “Isn’t it beautiful?” You look at him then, and in the semi-darkness the only thing illuminating your face is all those city lights. Yes, he thinks immediately, You are. And he isn’t quite sure where that came from.

“It is,” He says, wrapping the blanket around both of you because all the way up here, despite it being almost summer, there’s a definite chill in the air. You lean your head on his shoulder then, and he wraps his fingers around the warm mug in his hands. He rests his cheek on the top of your head, and you sit in silence for a while, just looking at the city stretched out all around you.

“I love being here with you,” You murmur suddenly, and he turns to look at you. You’re already looking at him, a soft smile on your face backlit by the city lights. “It just feels so right, you know?”

He hums in agreement. “I love having you here with me,” He says, and it’s so close, but so far, from what he really means to say.

v | Saturday

It’s bittersweet. The evening had been as close to perfect as it could be. You’d had dinner at one of the nicest restaurants he’d ever been to and walked around a nearby park afterwards, just talking and laughing and enjoying your last evening together. You’re leaving tomorrow, heading back to school, and he wishes there was a way to slow down time so that he could live in these last few moments forever.

Time is running out, he knows that. If he wants to say it to you in person, it’s going to have to be tonight. You’re already back at his apartment, and you’re in the bedroom changing out of your fancy clothes while he’s in the bathroom brushing his teeth. You come up beside him, then, in one of his old t-shirts with your hair soft around your face, and reach for your toothbrush.

“Our last night,” You say softly, wetting your toothbrush and reaching for the toothpaste. He hums, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth before replying.

“Yeah. It went by so fast,” He puts his toothbrush back in the cup, and it’s silly, but he can’t help but think that it will look so lonely without yours next to it. His apartment will feel so empty without you in it.

“It always does,” You offer him a melancholy smile, and he reaches for your hand as you make your way back to the bedroom, lacing your fingers loosely together as he pulls you down to sit next to him on the bed.

“Before you know it, you’ll be moving in here with me,” He says, as much for his own benefit as yours. “Just a few more months, and you’ll be graduating. And then you’ll be in Tokyo with me.” He feels his lips curve upward at the thought. You’re smiling a little brighter, too.

“Hey Y/N,” He says then, holding your hand a little tighter, “I’m really glad you could be here with me this week. It was perfect, really. In every way. And I can’t wait until every week can be like this week. Because... I love you, Y/N.”

He watches as your eyes blow wide, and you’re smiling at him, something that can’t quite be contained so it spills out as a quick burst of laughter. “Kenma,” You throw your arms around his neck, and he immediately holds you close. “I love you, too,” You say, and the words are muffled into his t-shirt, “So, so much.” You pull back and he’s kissing you then, or maybe you were the one to kiss him, he’s not quite sure. All he knows is that he loves you, and that isn’t going to change anytime soon.

4+1 taglist (let me know if you want to be added!):

@luna-barnes14​, @herow1n​, @disgruntled-gay​