#hm. i will not tag them all because of laziness i think.

[maulfucker]

Some sketcheys of this AU because I needed to get some of it out of my system

[floatmeintothesun-2]

mornings after

Pairing: Miguel x fem!reader

Tags: Smut, Miguel being soft, fluff, wc: 1.2k, super 18+

Summary: Lazy mornings with Miguel are always the best

MINORS DNI/EXPLICIT CONTENT

Inspired by this drabble

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there's an offensive beam of sunlight peeking through your curtains, cutting through the layer of darkness permeating the room. normally you'd be annoyed. normally you'd grudgingly get up and fix them yourself. but right now, you're much too busy moaning and gasping to really care, writhing in your sheets while Miguel precisely and methodically fucks your brains out with his thick cock.

he's got a heavy arm draped over you while his chest is flush to your back, warm and steady against your skin. You want to turn over to see him, see his gorgeous face, but fuck, it feels so good.

"you awake, baby?" and there he is, so smug and so fucking hot. his voice is like molten lava, searing and low, raspy and soft. you kinda want to elbow him a bit because God he sounds so satisfied with himself but he's so big and when he pistons back into you, your head goes blissfully empty.

He's not even fucking you hard, slow and deep, like he has nothing else to do, like he has all the time in the world to just stay here forever. and with the way his hands brush over your skin, you might just believe in it too.

you can't focus on anything but him, his warmth, his touch, the low rumble of his voice, him, him, him. fingers come up to pinch at your nipples, cupping your tits and fuck, you're seeing stars. it's slick, it's hot, and his cock is so fucking deep inside you think that if you were in a different position, it’d be bulging out of your lower stomach

"pretty girl," he murmurs, burying his face in your neck, "s-so fucking good for me, hm? you're so sweet — god, you drive me insane," and you feel the razor sharp points of teeth skimming over your shoulder as he moves down, trailing a path of wet kisses.

his pace is ruining you, so languid and lazy. it's torture, the way he winds you up so devastatingly slowly, building you up and unraveling you, piece by piece. sweat beads down your skin as Miguel laps up your flesh, dragging his tongue over your neck and then onto your ear. he's so close, you can feel his heartbeat, feel the way his stomach tenses and shifts, the way his body curves around yours.

“Shiiit, Miguel,” you hiss through your teeth, pressing back onto him, “you fe —feel so goddamn - good,”

Miguel makes a muffled sound into your shoulder at the praise, and his hips jump, hitting a spot that makes you suck in a sharp breath. Fuck, that feels good — so much better than good, and you’d come up with something to describe it but goddamn, it’s so hard to string together words right now. Miguel’s hand drifts from your tit, lightly tracing down, down, down, and you nearly scream when you feel him cup your mound, the heel of his palm pressing against your aching clit. He puts pressure lightly, encouraging you to rock back onto him with a liquid hum of delicious pleasure.

He’s got you so full and the way he drags thickly in and out has you practically keening. But he’s torturing you and you can feel it in the way he presses his smile into your shoulder. He knows what he’s doing — drawing you out taut, stringing out your orgasm with gentle, deep thrusts. It’s not enough. You need him harder, faster. Maybe if he hadn’t teased and teased and teased last night, you would’ve been more patient. More satisfied by this.

But you’re not. You want all of him, just like how he wants all of you.

“Miguel —“ you rasp, “i need more — fuuck.. I need y- need you so bad — “

Miguel groans and his hips jolt, his breath shuddering in his chest. 

“What — shit - is it, baby? What do you need?” He asks, even though he knows exactly what you want — he just wants to hear it from your pretty mouth. 

“ give me — m- more,” you beg breathlessly, clenching down on his thick cock and wiggling your hips. His pelvis automatically pushes forward at the tightness, and he muffles his whine into your skin, pulling you impossibly closer as he tries to calm himself. 

“Needy girl,” he grits out, and he pulls out halfway, only to jerk right back into you with a punishing snap, “-can’t get enough— of this cock, hm? Just — shiiit…” He sucks in a labored breath. You like the way he says it, low and heavy and so goddamn hot - you’re drowning between your legs, soaking his thighs. Miguel hisses, shoving his cock deeper, a rough moan escaping him. 

You wish you could kiss him, could grab at his hair and claw at his shoulders while he breaks you apart and builds you back together slowly. You settle for clutching at the arm looped around you, screwing your eyes shut at the onslaught of pleasure searing through your veins. You can feel it in the tips of your fingers all the way down to your toes. he's speeding up, chasing his own release as much as he is for yours, gasping against your skin. 

His slow and lazy pace has all but disappeared now, and he's fucking you in earnest, his thick and heavy cock dragging inside you, pressing up against that one spot thet makes you scream. there's a blinding white pulsing in your vision as your stomach twists into tight knots and no matter what you do, it just keeps mounting, higher, brighter. 

god, it's all encompassing, you feel like sparks are igniting through your nerve endings and you nearly sob.

you cum hard, clenching and convulsing around him, stars erupting across your vision. a great moan tears out of Miguel's throat as he fucks you through it, heaving as he presses in as far as he possibly can, his grip tightening and his abdomen tensing as he finally finishes. 

he stills as thick viscous cum pumps into you in ropes, his teeth sinking lightly into the meat of your shoulder, threatening to break skin. He gives a few last lazy thrusts before slumping, relaxing and tugging you flush to his body with a huff. While you blink stars out of your eyes, Miguel pulls out and flips you over, settling down with an arm draped over you.

“Ugh…i feel so sticky,” You grumble, taking the opportunity to press a kiss to his cheek. He opens his eyes, and fuck, he’s so goddamn pretty. Radiant. “We should go wash up.”

“Mm…five more minutes. I don’t want to get up,” He mumbles, turning your face to his so he can kiss you lazily, tongue swiping over your bottom lip. You know him. 5 minutes will turn into 10, then 30, then before you know it, you‘ll have spent the entire morning cuddled in bed with him. Judging by the way he’s looking at you (eyes that crinkle in the corners) he knows it too. 

“Fine. Just five minutes though,” You kiss him back and he makes a low sound in the back of his throat, his eyelashes fluttering shut as you keep on kissing him, again, again, again, to make up for not being able to while he rocked your world. 

“Just five minutes,” He agrees, hunkering down and grabbing the blanket, drawing it back over both of you. 

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You end up spending much longer than five minutes in Miguel O’Hara’s bed. It’s not something you’re opposed to doing again. 

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Guys i blacked out this wasn’t supposed to turn into a fic. I told myself 500 words at the most but i have no self control

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: How so 🔞

In which Jungkook and you learn more about each other while also uncovering more about yourselves.

Tags/Warnings: non-Idol AU, enemies to lovers, reader learns to be a cinnamon roll, Jungkook just simply is a cinnamon roll, adult themes, fluff, romance, short!reader go cry about it, smut, mutual masturbation, oral, special guest star: mc's vibrator, angry namjoon, slight DDLG-aspects/themes? Soft daddy/dom vibes from kook? They're stronger this time ngl

Story length: 3.5k oops-

Belongs to: Why Not (🔞)

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"one." he counts, arms crossed menacingly as he stands at the foot of his bed, a bit of a distance away from where you're laying. You've been napping and been lazy all day- and while he doesn't mind, he's also come to learn it makes your head ache and your attitude cranky.

"two.." he draws the number out a little, and you're not sure what he thinks this whole act of counting down will do for you. You're not affected by that. You're not a kid after all. Your muscles aren't suddenly itching to move, absolutely not.

"how far are you gonna count?" you mumble into the pillows below, holding onto it as he doesn't have anything else to hug really.

"you wanna find out, princess?" he wonders darkly, and the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

Okay, maybe you're a little bit affected.

Just as he's about to admit defeat, you actually move, sitting up on the bed with your hair all unruly and loose shirt exposing your collarbone. He smiles a bit to himself.

He'd had somewhat of a hunch about you, and these days, those theories seem to prove themselves as correct. It both amuses him, and makes him happy at the same time, because you really are just his type beneath all that tough-girl persona you've put up in front of others.

"there we go. Wasn't so hard now, was it?" he chuckles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles. "now come on, go wash up. You can't spend your days off only asleep, baby." he gently scolds, pecking your lips while you whine, making him laugh against your lips.

"but why not?" you complain. "your bed is comfy, and it's MY days off!" you reply, making him smack your naked thigh without much force.

"maybe, but you're spending them at MY apartment, in MY bed." he reminds you, slowly walking out the door. "now get up, I'm making breakfast!" he calls out, before you let yourself fall onto your back again as soon as he's out of sight.

It's not like he can boss you around.

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"Hm, no." he suddenly says, shocking you to the core.

You're aching, looking at him with eyes wide open while Jungkook detaches himself from you before he casually wipes his hand on his sweatpants, stealing your orgasm in the process. "you don't do what I say.." he shrugs, sitting back on the couch next to you. "So why should I?"

There's no words in your brain. You didnt think it would bite you back like this, not by a long shot. He's such a sweet guy, has been for the entire time you've known him- he wouldn't be so cruel now, would he?

"But-" you stammer, closing your legs bashfully. "Jungkook you can't be serious.." you say, though you don't know why this is strangely exciting to you. "you said that I'm, you know, that you'll-"

"That's still true." he nods. "I won't ever do something you don't want. You can say stop and I'll stop, easy as that. But that doesn't mean you get to play me, darling." he teases, tent clearly visible in his pants.

"So what? You gonna just sit there and wait?" you complain, arms crossed. He's clearly hard. There's no way he can just wait it out.

"No." he tilts his head, before his hand wanders. "I can cum by myself just fine." he smirks, leaning back as he palms himself over his sweatpants.

He can't be serious. You're not ready for that- or are you? It's strange, like a rollercoaster in your insides, going up and down at the sight of him. Your cunt aches, clenching around nothing- and even stranger, you want to see him.

Not like now- you want to see him.

"I won't touch you." he reminds you as he adjusts himself a little. "but you can touch yourself. Maybe you'll cum all by yourself?" be says with a joking tone, leaning his head to the side of the couch.

You've got an idea.

"but.. You can see me naked down there.." you argue. "I can't. Thats unfair if you ask me." you complain, making him laugh.

"Cheeky." he comments. "guess that's true." Jungkook shrugs, before he casually pulls down his pants and underwear like it's nothing, his length eagerly jumping free it seems.

Your head is suddenly empty, no thoughts running through.

You're not stupid. You've seen dicks before, you watch porn after all, but still- maybe it's because it's his? But something about it makes you rub your thighs against one another, an ache forming in your core.

"was about to ask if you're comfortable-" he chuckles. "-but I guess you're clearly okay with this?" he asks, and you nod, throwing all hesitancy out the window. You're okay, you've never been so okay with something before.

Your thighs slowly open, hand finding your most sensitive spot easily while he can't keep his eyes off of you, his own hand starting to stroke himself as well. "you know.." he softly says, watching while his breathing deepens. "..this is a first for me as well." be confesses, thumb running over the tip of his length, spreading the precum with wet noises.

You feel antsy.

It's clear that he knows his body perfectly, every movement of his palm bringing pleasure it seems, and you're watching, learning, because you wanna try doing it for him one day too. This is your chance of finding out what he likes.

"what're you thinking, hm?" he wonders breathlessly.

"wanna touch you." you whine, and his jaw clenches while he swallows.

"hm, really?" he asks, letting his cock go, self control setting in as he puts his hands to his side. "alright. Go ahead." be encourages.

You swallow, attempt to find a tissue or something to clean your hand, but he shakes his head. Don't you dare wipe that off, he thinks.

He's warm.

Thats the first thing you notice as your hand wraps around his length, fingers carefully exploring what he's got to offer. Every little glance you give him brings him closer to a heart attack he feels like as he let's his head fall back, eyes closed because your touch affects him more than he thought it would.

Until they snap open again, a surprised moan escaping his mouth as he feels what's unmistakably your tongue on his tip.

"Sorry-!" you apologise. "I should've asked too.." you say, and he laughs to himself.

"it's okay. I-" be looks at you. "I liked it. But give a man a earning next time, jesus." he laughs, relaxing you with that. You lean in again, just for the joke of it, but once your lips wrap around his head, it doesn't feel odd at all. In fact, it's kind of nice.

Meanwhile he's forcing together all of his strength not to cum down your throat.

You're dangerous he realizes as he watches you somehow figure out how to give him bead all by yourself- hands playing around, even shyly giving some attention to his balls while your tongue swirls over his tip.

It's all too much.

He can spot how you jump back a bit surprised, though as if by instinct you keep stroking him, watch as the ropes of cum spurt out and onto his sweatpants. There's some on your lips that you wipe off, though the slightly bitter taste on your tongue also doesn't feel too bad.

"Fuck." he laughs, catching his breath before he reaches out, hands opening your legs so his palm can find your core. Two fingers enter you again, the heel of his hand rubbing over your clit in a motion and speed that makes your head spin. "more- please!" you beg, cully at his mercy until you cum with spasming hips, hands on your mouth doing little to hide your screams of pleasure.

You're both out of breath by the time your minds are back and functioning, laughter echoing off the walls as the situation is realized by the both of you.

Maybe you're really made for each other.

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"What the fuck did I tell you?!" is the first thing Namjoon barks at him next time he sees him at Yoongis studio. "Are you deaf? Mentally challenged? Is that it?!" he keeps insulting, as Yoongi pushes him back.

"okay alright, let's calm down here." he tries to reason.

"I don't even know whats- oh." Jungkook realises, lips pushed together in a thin line.

"Yeah, 'oh'." Namjoon scolds. "what's your excuse? You tripped and landed dick first in her?" he jokes without humor.

"Namjoon, it's really not like that at all." he attempts to explain himself. "I'm not-"

"screwing her?" be finishes impatiently for the younger friend.

"no- I mean kind of? I, somewhat, it's not that simple-" he starts, when Namjoon jumps up from the couch again, barely held by the eldest in the room. "we're together Namjoon! I'm not just fucking her, I'm going out with her.!" he hurries out. "I- yeah, fuck it." he sighs, running a hand through his longer hair. "I actually really like her. Like, love-like." he confesses, causing the room to fall silent.

Jungkook doesn't do well with the dreaded L-word.

In fact, Jungkook hasn't ever been in an actual relationship before, ever. He's been a guy with bad luck and an red dot on his heart for others to aim at it seems. Used for his kind nature, pockets emptied more often than he could count, used for pleasure before getting told that 'you're just a friend, sorry.'

And every time he'd do it again, fall in love, get his heart broken, repeat after a week of sadness. Until he'd stopped, years ago, having promised himself to never be that guy to be stepped on again. He's still kind, he's still nice- but he keeps his heart behind a glass window, for everyone to see, but none to touch.

Until you came along.

"you.. What?" Namjoon asks, a lot more calm now.

"I think I love her." he says again, noticing himself the weight of his words as he says them. "I- I don't think. I'm really.." he's unsure how to phrase it. It can't be love yet, and it isn't, but it's something else- something comfortable, like watching a movie that you know ends well just to relax and get rid of all the stress piled up on your shoulders. He's not falling in love, not at all.

There's no falling involved. There's no pit he's tumbling down into, no fear at all about what might happen next. It's more like a steady walk, right next to you, to a place he just knows will be nice.

"Wow." Yoongi laughs, hitting the youngest's back with a grin.

All while Namjoon sighs, watching the now teary-eyed young man wipe his cheeks in embarrassment.

Yeah- maybe there's nothing to fear if it's him you're with.

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"I always wondered what kind it was." Jungkook says, and you're wondering what he's talking about when he walks into the tiny bedroom of yours, holding your purple bullet vibrator with no shame at all.

"JEAN JUNGKOOK GIVE THAT TO ME-!" you yell out in panic, jumping from the mattress on the floor towards him, jumping at his hand that's holding your most secret item high above your hand.

"hm, no." he smiles impishly. "but you can continue jumping, I'm really enjoying the show here, precious." he says, tip of his tongue running over the silver piercing decorating his bottom lip.

Who knew that this sweet looking man could be so so evil.

"aw don't pout, I was just curious." he apologizes as you stand there with your arms crossed, tank top showing him a lot more skin than he's used to whenever he's alone with you. He's seen your cleavage before. Your thighs, your legs, but never in an intimate scenario like this. "though you should be more careful with this thing. I almost stepped on it." he teases, and you turn red at that.

"I forgot to put it away I guess.." you say, reaching for it as he pulls it away again. "Jungkook!"

"ever used it on your tits?" he tilts his head, taking a step towards you. You take a step back, like he's a magnet of the same charge pushing against you with invisible force.

"n-no." you shake your head, unable to hide your excitement bubbling up. You like it when he's like this- dominant, but not pushy. "that doesn't do anything." you argue. He chuckles.

"doesn't it?" he wonders, taking another step. "I could think of a few ways to use it, you know?" he implies. You swallow hard.

"..like?" you wonder quietly, gaze snapping from the toy in his hand to his eyes every now and then.

"wanna find out, princess?" he asks, and for some reason, this sentence still makes you shiver in pleasure. It's just words, how come they touch you just as much as his hands can? He's got you unable to form any sentences with just that simple look of his, so you simply nod, a surprised squeal escaping you when his hands push your shoulder.

Luckily, you fall onto the mattress below, having not noticed that he's been walking you towards it the entire time.

"You know, I kind of feel sorry for your neighbors." He chuckles, leaning over you.

"Huh?" you wonder dumbly, but he just shakes his head, brushing it off for the moment, as his hands instead play with the straps of your top.

"Can I take this off?" He asks. "It's fine if you're not comfortable with that yet, though. No worries." He shrugs. But you shake your head, pulling on the bottom on your top, before you hesitate.

"Can you.. take yours off too?" You ask, and he grins, nodding eagerly. He already figured you might feel more comfortable with that, but he wants you to speak up on your own as well. It's something he personally finds important- that you keep your independence, that you only do what you truly want and feel comfortable with. Never does he want to convince you to do anything, never at all.

He knows what that's like. It leads to regrets, shame, embarrassment- and he doesn't want you to feel that with him.

You're a bit hesitant now that you see his.. well, very toned body underneath. You personally don't work out- only occasionally, if you feel like it, or if you've eaten a particularly big meal and it makes you feel all heavy and bloated. You're nothing like him- stomach soft, slightly protruding, no defined muscles or anything. And yet, you jump over your shadow, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate like the lens of a camera trying to focus.

In his eyes, you're everything and nothing like he'd imagined. You're better than anything his thoughts could've ever come up with.

He's dropped the toy for now, instead using his hands to run them up your sides, before they finally reach your chest, soft and warm in his hands. He's never been one to have preferences when it comes to someone's body- but he can see himself quickly falling for the feel of them in his palms. "How can you be so pretty?" He wonders, and you squirm a little, causing him to laugh. "You're so cute." He can't help but comment, before he shakes his hair out of his eyes, sitting back on his heels.

You're already putting your feet up against his abdomen, making him smile as he runs his fingers over your ankles, before he tilts his head to the side. "I appreciate you being such a good girl, but that'll have to wait." He praises, and you turn a bit red, before he takes your legs and maneuvers them around his waist, pulling you closer towards him. He can already spot a wet patch on your underwear- a clear sign that he's affecting you just as much as you are him- and he can't help but feel his own ego swell a little.

He's not felt like this in a long time, if ever at all.

"Did you charge it?" He wonders, and you shuffle around a little to get comfortable, accidentally rutting against his already way too constrained bulge in his pants, making him groan in surprise. "Alright there, that was a simple question jesus christ woman!" He laughs, making you laugh as well.

"Sorry, I was just adjusting!" You giggle, while stretching your arms over your head for a second. You feel oddly comfortable with him, even all exposed like this. It's a nice feeling you've not yet experienced with anybody before. "But uh- I don't know, it needs batteries, you can't charge it." You explain, and Jungkook nods.

"Well, let's hope these got some juice left in them." He simply tells you. "If not, I'll find another way to make you cum." He casually comments, making you wonder what he could maybe come up with.

Sex used to be terribly scary. An intimidating thought that would leave you restless whenever thinking of it. But now? With him? It's exciting.

He clicks the button a few times, seemingly trying out the only three modes the cheap toy has, before licking his lips and shaking his head. "I'll get you a better one one day." He mumbles more or less to himself, before turning on the lowest setting, lifting your panties, and placing it right against your core, snug with the extra push from his own bulge pressing against you. "Thank god I've packet a spare set of pants." He almost growly down at you, watching with hooded eyes as your hips roll against him. His hands grip your thighs, the sight of you equally as enticing as the buzzing toy between you both.

You don't know this, but Jungkook is exploring his own sexuality just as much as you are with him.

He's never really thought of any specific things he might like that aren't 'conventional'- but with you, he feels comfortable to the point of trying out new things, or random ideas such as what he's doing right now. But it's fine, because it's you. It's like he's got a chance to find himself alongside you, as if you're his chance of finally becoming comfortable with his own body and soul.

He's falling in love with you, while also starting to like himself more and more.

He's also noticed by now, that he's a lot more sensitive with you. A simple sensual touch of yours can make him stir awake in his pants like a boy during puberty, but he's not even mildly embarrassed by it whatsoever. Because you aren't either. He's really become in tune with you in terms of energy- when you're excited, he get's excited. When you're happy, he's happy. When you get sad, he get's sad as well. It feels nice, to have a connection like that.

You're whining beneath him, a lot more vocal now than compared to the first time he's ever been intimate with you, and he feels his pride swell at these signs of you becoming more and more relaxed and comfortable around him. Your hands reach out for his own, and he takes them happily- holding you, as you arch your back and voice out your pleasure, especially once your orgasm hits, the closeness of him making it impossible for you to squirm away and ruin it for yourself. With the little experience you have, you don't really know what you're supposed to feel like- and granted, right now, you're seeing stars, unable to form any coherent thought.

The sight of you so lost in pleasure sets him off as well- warmth of his own cum escaping him making him cringe a little, his hand reaching between the both of you to turn the plastic toy off. He's breathing heavily just like you, shivering beneath him from the aftermath of your high. "I'd say-" He hums into the crook of your neck, kisses placed in his own afterglow, "-the batteries were definitely still full." He jokes, making you laugh as you hit his back playfully.

"I gotta shower but my legs feel like rubber." You complain, making him lift his face into your area of sight.

"We could shower together?" He suggests. "No funny business. Just me holding you, in case you fall." He tells you, and you look at him for a moment, thinking.

He's already seen like what- 80% of you? There's nothing to fear anymore, really. So you nod, holding out your arms. "Carry me?" You ask playfully cute, and he grins.

"Wherever you want to, princess."

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[sigmasemen]

YOUR BEAUTY IS SIMPLE.

chigiri hyoma x reader tags: fluff, gossiping, girl talk, cutesy relationships, flustered reader, established relationship, short.

taglist: n/a currently.

characters: chigiri hyoma, hyoma’s sister, reader, (non romantic) mentions of isagi yoichi, chris prince, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, rensuke kunigami, meguru bachira.

word count: 625

extra: FINAL REPOST FROM A TWITTER THREAD. technically i’m also gonna make a kaiser one but that isn’t posted yet!! wish this was longer but im lazy + i get to post the rest of my fics soon since i’ll have enough backlogged !!

many people assume that when you started dating chigiri, he would automatically care for your skincare and routine constantly. everyone assumed he would be making sure you’re taken care of always.

it was… partially true.

sure, he did care about taking care of you. he’d comb his fingers through your hair slowly before you two fell asleep. he would brush your hair and help you out of bed in the mornings you weren’t feeling the best.

it wasn’t as major as people made it out to be. it wasn’t constant. he did it when you two were both open.

what was becoming a constant was his big sister doing your nails every weekend. you’d come over an hour early for chigiri, then get stopped by her when she saw you walk in. 

the conversations ranged from your day, to a childhood memory, to her skin care routine, it just mattered on how you two were feeling. but on this day, the conversation had trailed off into chigiri.

since he had been away from his sister for a while because of soccer, you were there to give her all the updates.

“oh! and he made friends with this guy named yoichi isagi.”

“oh… the black haired undercut? i see why! he’s so, so sweet, isn’t he?” her shrill voice made you briefly stiffen.

“he’s very sweet! they get along well, along with reo, nagi, bachira, kunigami, the… british coach guy? hyoma has had an easier time making friends with people.”

“maybe manipulating teenagers into thinking they have to only care about themselves makes them clingy towards people with very similar experiences?”

it seemed about right… “why are you thinking about it like that?”

“i’m just happy my brother doesn’t only have some freaky guys talking about ego in his ear… that facility annoyed me,” she brushed her fingers against your collarbone, “besides, he’s always talking about you.”

you knew she saw your little twitch as her lips curved into a smile, “mhm, always. it’s like all he thinks about is you!”

you didn’t care, you don’t care, it doesn’t matter, it isn’t important, why would it matter? “what does he say?” fuck.

“oh… y’know,” she was dragging this out, “he mentioned that he wanted to take you on a date this friday. like a little surprise. he had a rose and everything on order…”

“oh! yeah… cool.” 

…

it was impossible to remain casual. “what else?”

the words of his sister continued to fuel your ego more and more. it shouldn’t have made your heart feel this warm for your cold-hearted princess of a boyfriend to be secretly saying this cute stuff about you, but it did. it made you want to burst out into tears and run into his arms.

the entire time she spoke, your leg bounced as a tick to show joy. your hands fooled around with each other as a mechanism to calm down. it wasn’t that these worked, but it was worth a shot.

“then he grabbed a bonsai plant, which he said he hated, and wanted to give you it because it reminded him of you! he carried it around the entire store and—��

the click of a lock shot both of your head straight to the door. chigiri. you swung your body to be facing the window instead of him. though you couldn’t see it, a light was pulled from his eyes briefly.

“hm. how are you two?”

you willingly ignored the conversation you had been having previously in a feeble attempt to suppress your feelings. you were just focused on calming that blush on your face. the stupid blush your boyfriend didn’t even know he caused… you hoped to give him the same sort of embarrassment one day.

[desafinado]

𓆩♡𓆪 oblivious crushes hcs

their crush on you is as clear as day, but you seem to be wearing sunglasses

°｡⋆ kaveh, alhaitham, kaeya x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ fluff, maybe a bit ooc alhaitham, lots of touchy/clingy :( and some angst in kaeya's part

note: i haven’t gone too far into sumeru yet D: (purely bc of laziness and college) so that’s why alhaitham might be a bit ooc… but! i hope yall enjoy, i had fun. (ps. this was inspired by my short convo with @kana-dayo , i hope u don't mind the tag just tell me if you want me remove it!!)

kaveh ♡

it threw for him a loop the first time. you were both walking down the port at sunset when he asked if you liked him, and you said of course you love him and you couldn’t ask for a better friend.

he thought you had rejected him when and was genuinely heartbroken for a day, until you visited the next day acting as if everything was fine.

he did not know how to proceed, but he did with caution… when he realized, you genuinely did not understand, he decided to build up the romance before asking you again.

he started making it known to you (and everyone else in the room) that he wanted to spend time with you.

“alhaitham, if you could give us a moment or tw-” “no.” “we’re having dinner out then, dear, lets go.”

of course, he would never do anything that might make you uncomfortable, the moment you express any discomfort or hesitance, he backs off.

that being said, you have never really done such, most times you’re even encouraging him

“kaveh… hugs now please :( “

and how can he not deny you?

speaking of which, he also tried to make more gentle subtle touches, taking your hand when you both walked, placing a hand on the small of your back, hugs that lasted just a second too long.

by the end of it he was extraordinarily clingy, one of his favorite moments is when your head is on his lap and he gets to caress your head.

he acts nonchalantly about it, and so do you. little did you know was that he never did that with anyone else.

“what do you mean kaveh doesn’t like hugging? we spend hours cuddling on the couch..”

to be honest he doesn’t really think much of it either, touching you is like second nature to him. you don’t mind either, because for some odd reason, it just feels right.

he’s almost certain that you like him too, but he’s too afraid to confirm it. he’d much rather stay like this in some sort of limbo between friends and lovers.

but eventually, it eats him up. he needs some sort of closure, even if it meant the collapse of his lovey-dovey facade.

everything’s in place. he had gone through all the scenarios, he knew you were in a good mood, and alhaitham was all the way in sumeru city. everything was perfect for him to make his move, all he needed was you.

“kaveh, what’s all this?”

a picnic blanket was spread out on the grass, a strawberry shortcake, sandwiches and wine laid on top. kaveh stood before it, his familiar smile inviting you to come closer. “ah, i have to admit, it is something a bit special so, please have a seat.”

you follow his advice and gently rest on the blanket, careful not to disturb kaveh’s work. he does the same and sighs. “hm… is this an anniversary or celebration of some sort? did you finally pay off your debt?” you start to ask excitedly, getting a bit ahead of yourself. kaveh simply shakes his head, chuckling softly.

“no, dear. on the contrary, if this all falls through, it could be my funeral.”

you give him a curious glance, tilting your head. he takes both his hands in yours and squeezes them gently.

“nothing that serious, do you remember when i asked you if you liked me?”

“yes… and i still do, if that’s what your concerned about.”

“when i said that, i meant to ask if you liked me as more than just a friend.”

…

…

“you mean… like family? like sibli-”

“no, no, dear god no. i mean like… lovers.”

your face turns red at the mention of that word, lovers. it implied romantic love, of course; you weren’t that dense. he’s looking straight into your eyes, awaiting a response, but your lips feel as though they’ve frozen in place. a few more seconds of silence pass, and his lips purse into a heavy frown.

“ah, i’m sorry, if you don’t… i just couldn’t go on like this, pretending that we were something more, living in ignorant bliss. i truly am sorry.”

“no, wait. kaveh…”

you finally build up the courage to speak, letting go of his hands and caressing his cheek. if there’s something you can’t ignore, its the way he’s putting himself down.

“i-i like you that way too, i just didn’t want to believe it either. i… i didn’t want to delude myself into that, so i never entertained the possibility that-”

his tender lips find yours in a kiss, interrupting your rambling along with any doubt the two of you had left. just like all of his other touches, the kiss felt right, familiar, and simply satisfying.

alhaitham ♡

feelings, specifically love, are a far too strong force that many times they most certainly overcome any logic of even the most robotic of personalities; enter alhaitham.

normally, he would be upfront about these sorts of things, giving them the ultimatum. letting them choose to accept or reject his feelings.

but this time, he didn’t want to give you that chance. he needed you to accept him, he couldn’t imagine any other possibility.

so what does he do? he takes a chance with the whole concept of “romancing” in order to win your heart.

he makes an effort to be around you more, he’ll listen to your long winded rants about the most random topics.

“so, why do you care about this again?” “i just do, i’m not quite sure why honestly.” “that’s understandable, please go on.”

he’s never been one to care about how others might perceive him, how others might react to his actions, but he cares so much about you and he wants you to trust him.

once he notices the way your lips curl up when he enters a room or the way you look at him when you feel a bit overwhelmed, he takes this as a sign that he can try being a bit more touchy.

he never really understood the appeal of it, until he felt how warm you were, how your skin brushing against his made him feel a bit more understood and loved.

and you don’t mind one bit, in fact, you’re happy that he has you to lean on (literally and metaphorically)

but you imagine his roommates' surprise to find alhaitham on the couch cuddled up with someone he had never even met.

“wake them up, and you will sleep outside.”

he truly believes he’s being subtle, but everyone (well those who have the courage to) teases him about it.

he brushes it off, but warns them not to tell you or else…

however, when he starts moving onto more overt and blatant shows of affections, he is sorely disappointed to realize that you are not catching on.

he’d gift you flowers before every outing, call you cute nicknames, and even be more honest with his own feelings.

a polite smile, a thank you, and enthusiastic nod was all you ever responded with.

he was disappointed in himself, he thought he must’ve done something wrong, that he must’ve made you uncomfortable.

he needs to confront you about this in his own way, for his sake and yours.

“it’s you…”

his voice rings out like a bell in a cathedral, snapping you back into reality. he had requested for you to meet him at one of the gazebos near the akademiya. stars had been showered upon the night sky, and it was all you could look at, until alhaitham’s voice, of course. you turn around and chuckle at his awe-stricken face.

“glad to see you too. your letter sounded quite urgent, is something the matter?”

upon seeing you, he can’t control his movements, rushing towards you and taking you into a dramatic hug. you’re quick to hug him back, offering him any and all support he might need. he buries his head into your shoulder, taking in your scent, and touch, enjoying it while it lasts. his voice almost cracks as he speaks.

“yes. i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable with my… advances. i understand if you never want to see me again.”

the shock is almost enough to knock you over, but you simply pull away and look at him with deep concern. you didn’t know where he was coming from, and you had never seen him like this.

“advances? what sort of advances?”

“the romantic ones?”

“oh! towards who? i don’t mind at all, really.”

its his turn widen his eyes, he closes his eyes and pauses. he needs to pick his next words carefully, he really wants this to be a swift death, no point in dragging his heart against the pavement.

“towards you…? the one i love is you.”

he finally admits, hoping you finally understand. he’s run out of words to say, ways to express his unwavering love for you. you flicker between his eyes and lips, confirming if what he says is true, and what he feels is real; after a moment, you speak up.

“i’m sorry, i never… i knew you were opening up, but i didn’t stop to think…”

you calmly take him back into your arms, letting his head rest back on your shoulder. you stroke his hair slowly, trying to soothe him. “i was already so happy that you seemed to be opening up to me, i didn’t realize you meant it in that way. i didn’t want to push it any further than necessary.” he allows you to touch and pamper him, allowing himself the privilege of your tender care.

“i see. so you weren’t comfortable with it? you’re not comfortable with me…?”

“no, alhaitham. i’m more than comfortable with you, and i’d do all those things with you again.”

you blush, understanding the implications of what you had just said. you just opened yourself to him, laid yourself out for him to accept or reject. you close your eyes, bracing for what comes next, when you suddenly feel yourself being lifted up and spun around gently.

“alhaitham!”

“that’s all i needed to hear, darling. from this day on, we can do all those things and more… again and again, everyday.”

kaeya ♡

he likes to tease, that is no question. making others red in the face, in anger or embarrassment, is a pastime of his.

but why is it that you of all people, his one and only crush, remain unaffected?

its not like you even have a snarky remark back or try to hide your embarrassment, you simply let it pass as though it was the cool summer breeze against your skin.

“oh my… shouldn’t you take me out to dinner first?” “uh why?”

you surely enjoyed his company and the silly jokes he’d make, even though there would be times you just didn’t understand what he was talking about.

other than that, he’d often be extra chivalrous towards you, holding the door for you, taking your hand as you walk down the stairs… but i mean that’s how knights just are, right?

though you can often feel his overprotective step out, especially when it comes to your safety, you once again chalk it to him in his cavalry captain mode.

only his closest friends and allies can detect the minor difference in his behavior around you, except you, of course. it doesn’t bother him, because it only solidifies his love for you, how serious he is about you.

sometimes he truly is just amazed with the way your mind works to rule out all romantic possibilities, its like the notion of love does not even exist to you.

he doesn’t mind it one bit, though. if anything, he wishes to be the person who introduces you to love.

he knows he can reveal his feelings at any moment, but he wants you to figure it out for yourself, that epiphany of love is something he feels everyone should experience…

that is until he catches you blushing with another person.

“oh yeah! they’ve been talking to them the entire night… they’re really hitting it off, i don’t-”

every word after that is just muffled noise to him. he didn’t understand the feeling coursing through his vein. it was a poignant mixture of jealousy, sadness, and disappointment in himself.

he immediately steps out of angel’s share, not even bothering with a drink to drown his feelings. he thought he was special to you, the way you were to him.

that’s when the creaking of the tavern doors catches his attention, revealing you.

“oh, hi.”

your voice was timid in the chilly night atmosphere, the silence between you and kaeya almost deafening. he huffs and crosses his arms, trying to pretend as if he hadn’t just felt his heart rip, shatter and

“hey, so what are you doing here? i know you’re not one for taverns, most specially on a wednesday night.”

he doesn’t miss a beat, starting his investigation. your eyes widen at his unusually stern demeanor; its not like you haven’t seen this side of him, but you don’t know have a clue as to where it's coming from. you start to sober up, feeling the excitement and adrenaline of the bar leave you. “honestly, i had nothing better to do… and i was trying to get out of my comfort zone.”

he raises an eyebrow at your seemingly simple explanation; you didn’t have any reason to lie, and to be fair, it wasn’t like he had a right to know anyways. his posture relaxes as gives you his arm, gesturing for you to take it; you, having no reason to deny him, take his arm in yours. you both start walking down the streets, no definite destination in mind.

“Is something wrong, kaeya?”

the glazed look in your eyes is something he can’t ignore, and he knows you won’t ignore his furrowed eyebrows either. he sighs letting the cold air entering his lungs, as if numbing himself before the storm truly begins.

“yes, actually there is. could i be a burden to you?”

“kaeya… you know you can always talk to me about your feelings, you’re no burden to me.”

a bitter chuckle escapes his lips, acting as if he truly had nothing left to lose. “that’s why i love you, you know? ah… i thought i’d be saying this in a drunken stammer or you’d hear from rosaria or lisa, but i’m more sober than ever and… i love you so much it hurts.”

suddenly, his touch feels much colder than it ever has, sending a shiver down your spine. you pause for a moment, the adrenaline and heat rising back up.

“k-kaeya, wait… i love you too. i’m-”

“you needn’t spare my feelings or lie. perhaps it was my fault for letting my pride get the best of me, and now you’ve been swept away by someone else, someone who makes you blush.”

your eyebrows curved into a straight line, clearly baffled by kaeya’s assumptions. yes, you were a bit oblivious when it came to love, so you feel like you’d take note if “someone swept you away”.“kaeya, i have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you’re referring to my demeanor in the bar, i was…” you face only gets redder by the moment. “i-i don’t hold my alcohol very well…”

kaeya pauses for a second, his lips parting in a small o-shape. he feels like such a fool for jumping to assumptions so quickly, but he quickly regains his composure realizing something far more crucial, a smirk plastered onto his face.

“i see. so you like me after all? and i’ve finally managed to fluster you”

“n-no, you didn’t! the alcohol just hasn’t-”

“aha, so you do love me? dear, just say the word, and i’m all yours.”

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[neevblanc]

„curious” ♡

a/n —hey all! hope ur doin' well, drink water if you haven't! have this as a treat. it's 2k and some more but i cant be bothered to check for specifics. (p.s sorry if the tarot aspects of this are wonky! i did my best to research and i pulled reference from my sister's experience with tarot cards/reading.)

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Dazai Osamu x GN!reader

Tags— 22/ada dazai, flirting?, pre-slash, don't question why reader's given a key, reader works under ango but he's also they're dad figure, it's a whole thing, mentions of sskk though not explicitly platonic or romantic, take that as you wish, dazai's infuriating habit of burying feelings and then one day he'll die

CW/TW— dazai. (/j, none i can think of.)

note — reader's ability in this is based on one that my friend chose for our self-ship au. "Teacher of Truth by Saneatsu Mushanokoji: The user can employ tarot cards to gain insight into the past, current, and possible future situations. The user needs to know what each of the cards mean in order to properly interpret what they say." it's from a post on tumblr, but I couldn't find it for the life of me! i'll credit if i can. anyway, it's been tweaked a little so i'm here to explain. in this, reader can choose to use their ability during a reading or not, but the tarot cards are always personal to them. people they know will sometimes show in the cards if they're important to them.

The next time Dazai sees you, it’s well before the ADA opens for the day. He’d admittedly had a rough night—sleep evaded him like always, and he hadn’t had dinner because of his own laziness. His futon was impossibly comfy. How was he meant to part with its loving warmth?

The Door to the agency creaks open, the sound not unlike the groan of the cafe floorboards only steps away. One of Dazai’s favorite activities was purposely seeking out the creaky floorboards and dancing on them so loud Kunikida would have to berate him, of course. He was intimately familiar with the annoying sounds this old building could make.

The office is darker than during working hours, but he notices the meager amount of lights still switched on. Distantly, he knows Kunikida would’ve blown a gasket about the electric bill if he had found them still on. He takes a step into the room-

Something rustles. Downstairs, an old radio plays a song he does not recognize. Pigeons flutter and coo from outside the window.

Somebody was in the agency, and had it been any of his fellow detectives, he’d have known.

“Hmmm, what’s this,” he mutters absently, volume low enough to alert whoever it was had decided to trespass.

”Dazai-san?” a soft voice calls, and Dazai pauses for a moment. A short, hollow sound follows—cards shuffling. He bites the inside of his cheek. How curious.

”Last I checked, you don’t clock in with the rest of us measly agents. Surely Ango’s fuming by now?” He hums, stepping into view of you. you’re sat at Atsushi’s desk, bag perched on top of Atsushi’s empty report trays. Dazai almost smirks at the sight— silly Atsushi, always rushing to complete everything in a timely manner. One day, he’d get him to turn them in later, hopefully months later- like he did.

”Hm, no. I clocked in earlier, but Ango wanted me over here early. Something about a mission I have to hand over to Fukuzawa-dono. I got a key from him last time, so I just let myself in.” you explained. Dazai pulled his own chair out and collapsed into it, peering down at what your hands were busying themselves with.

He realizes they’re tarot cards. Thick and sturdy under your fingers, you set them up neatly in front of yourself. The backs are a matte purple, decorated with silver details that glint as the sunrise light hits them for just a fraction of a second. The illustrations seem to flicker with movement, almost like snapshots of time shifting through an old camera, frame after frame.

”What’s got you so busy?” he asks, exaggeratingly leaning over to look at the cards. You laugh and smile, expression wobbly. He notes the change. You briefly shake out the bracelet laying on your wrist, almost nervously. You lay the last card on the desk’s surface. Atsushi’s cute cat clock ticks from where it’s placed near his report trays.

“I do readings for the day early in the morning, just in case. Sometimes, I don’t even use my ability.” You explain, keeping your voice low so as not to break the morning peace. Dazai glances at the cat clock. Soon, the secretaries and Kunikida will clock in and begin their work day. He focuses back on you and grins, intrigued.

“Anxious, then? I guess the ability to see the future will do that to ‘ya.” Dazai sighed, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand. He was content to watch you finish setting the cards down in a formation he admittedly did not understand.

” What does that one mean?” he says, pointing to one of the cards. Its flickering surface shows a woman with mint-colored hair pulled up into a bun. Behind her, there’s a black mass, and she seems to be standing in a graveyard. There are two Xs at the top of the card. You redirect your attention to the card he’s hovering his finger over and smile.

”That’s Judgment—renewal, reflection, awakening, or reckoning. For a personal reading, it would mean going through a period of self-evaluation or maybe even trying to understand the people around you and your situation more.” You explain, seemingly done with the spread and setting down the other cards nearby. Dazai purses his lips.

”Sounds gloomy. Lame!” He huffs, upset by his choice. you gasp and narrow your eyes.

”Don’t call them lame! You’ll piss them off, Dazai.” You hiss, smacking him on the arm. Dazai grins and leans closer, smile growing coy.

”Really now? And how exactly does one do that?” Dazai prods. You stick your tongue out and cross your arms.

“Not telling. Now shut up and let me do my reading.” You grumble, eyes flicking over the cards. Dazai whines and throws himself forward, almost shoving you off of Atsushi’s chair.

”Dude!” You yelp, hands scrambling to grasp his coat as he rights himself. Dazai grabs you by the shoulders and shakes, intent on being the biggest possible nuisance.

”That’s boring! Do your reading laterrrr; it won’t matter, right? Ne- do a reading for me! I wanna know my future,” He begs, grinning. You blink and scowl, pushing him away.

”First off, it would matter. Doing a reading later would be a completely different outcome. Just wait. All I have to do is interpret these. I’ll do yours after.” You grumble, adjusting their sleeves and settling back into the chair. Dazai harrumphs but settles into his own chair to watch you silently read the cards.

You focus back on the cards, and Dazai settles himself by watching you idly. You’re dressed in what you always wear to work, but it’s casual enough to know doubt have been breaking the dress code had you not been working under Ango for so long.  There’s a small scrunch to your nose as you focus on your task, and Dazai can spot how you run your tongue over your teeth in thought. Dazai looks away pointedly. Taking a few breaths, he forcibly clears his mind. How odd.

”Okay, done.” You hum, straightening and starting to pick up the cards. He shifts so his whole body is faced toward you. You take gentle care of the cards, putting them back into the deck.

”Why do they flicker like that? You aren’t using your ability,” he asks, curious about the shifting images on the cards. You shrug.

”Don’t know. It happens no matter what deck I use, though I prefer using this one. The images just shift into the same ones most of the time, though some have changed over time.” You explain, shuffling the cards. Dazai reaches out and hovers over your hand before poking the back of it gently. You let him despite knowing the outcome.

The images on the cards still lying on the table flicker, completely uninterrupted, even as Dazai feels the shiver of his ability eating away at yours. He hums and pulls away. He hadn’t been paying attention when he jostled you earlier, but you were right- they were unaffected.

”Strange, but not unheard of. Some ability effects aren’t considered active enough for my ability to erase.” Dazai says, allowing you to continue. you finish and present him with the deck, pulling away when he goes to take them.

”Don’t be mean to them. They’ll be mean to you. You can’t even think anything negative; they’ll know. You’re gonna cut the deck in 3, okay? We’ll do a simple reading.” you explain, and only once Dazai agrees (crosses his heart and hopes to die!) is he gently handed the cards.

”What do you want to read? We can focus on love, or money, or your career, things like that.” You say. Dazai ponders for a moment before sniffing, mouth settled into a pompous pout.

”I want to know if someone will finally be interested in a double suicide with me.” He huffs. You scoff.

”You’re insane. Okay, so love. Think about that while you cut them.” You nod, giving him the go-ahead. He runs his fingers over the well-loved edges and slots his thumbs through the deck where it feels right, setting the individual cuts down on the desk before them. He tries to take it as seriously as possible, though thinking about love has always made him squirm and itch beneath his skin.

You reach over once he’s done and clear your throat, carefully picking the top cards on each deck and laying them out in front of him. On the left, the first card flipped is a wheel, seemingly in the sky and surrounded by clouds. The clouds float by calmly, though Dazai can’t find anything particularly personal to you the way some of the other cards would show.

It’s made a little more difficult considering the card’s orientation- upside down.

You hum at it before moving on. The card in the middle is revealed, and this one piques his interest. He grins a little at the image. Two figures hold goblets in their hands, strings of power rising from the cups and meeting above their heads to form a Yin and Yang sign. The figures are startingly familiar- one dark-haired, the other light-haired. Accents in their hair match each other, silver and black clashing and melding nicely. This one’s facing right-side up. The image flickers to show the energy that swirls around, occasionally circling their respective holders.

The last one flicks onto the wooden desk with a hollow sound. The image is soft, not unlike the first one with the blue sky. A sun takes up the upper half, rays pronounced against the sky. Ttheire’s a little kid in the illustration, their beaming face scrunched up in happiness. There’s a flag clutched in one hand, with the other gripping onto the mane of the white horse they’re perched upon. Sunflowers frame them, peaking over the illustrated garden wall behind them.

It’s an endlessly endearing picture, and from the smile, he has a feeling he knows who it is. Like the last one, it’s right-side up.

You settle your chin against your palm, leaning on the table with a hum.

”That’s….a really nice reading, actually.” You move to point at the cards. Dazai sits patiently with his hands on his lap. Nothing more fascinating than seeing someone in their element, he supposed.

”That first one is The Wheel of Fortune. Upside down, it’s a little darker. It represents your past,” you pause, looking at him for a moment. “I think for you, it’s focused on the feeling of helplessness—lack of power or control…like you had love but couldn’t control how and when you lost it,” you say, your voice soft. Dazai fights to ignore the discomfort building in his throat.

”Well, what can I say? My dark past haunts me,” he bemoans, and you huff a soft laugh. You move on to the next card- the cups. You look a little embarrassed by this one.

”This one is the present. Two cups represent…well, partnership. More specifically, the realization of a new partnership. This one can be pretty romantic. I guess you’ve got something to look forward to soon,” you say, pointedly ignoring the images of his two kohais. He grins, sparing you of the teasing. He didn’t know how well you even knew Akutagawa- but it was amusing to see everyone could see what those two denied vehemently.

”The last one is the future. You got The Sun, which is actually really sweet.” Through your embarrassment, Dazai watches a sweet smile grow on your face. He matches it easily.

“It means joy and success, for you in particular. It means…whatever or whoever your two cups is for, you’ll be very happy together.” You say, and Dazai sighs wistfully.

”Maybe someone will finally want to commit suicide with me! This news might keep me alive a day longer just yet,” Dazai coos. You groan and take a deep breath, seemingly ignoring him as you duck your head down and then start to put the cards back.

”You better hope you didn’t piss this deck off, Dazai.” you huff, glaring. Dazai pouts, cradling his face in his hands.

“What?! I followed all your rules; I would never,” he whines. You flip him off and busily tuck the cards into a soft leather pouch. He lets his hands drop and watches for a moment.

”Thanks for the reading,” Dazai says, his voice back to normal. You glance at him and smile.

”Yeah, no problem. It’s nice to read without my ability once in a while,” you admit, expression soft. He grins. Something stirs in his chest.

”You can read me whenever you want, lovely.” He purrs jokingly. You startle, flushing. You glare and kick him with your foot.

”Don’t say shit like that,” you mutter. Dazai whines out a laugh, having settled on teasing you until he could see the smoke coming out your ears.

Before he could continue, the door creaks open, and the overhead lights flick on. Multiple people come shuffling in, and Dazai can hear Kunikida conversing lowly with Fukuzawa. The secretaries also file in, chattering contently amongst themselves. Fukuzawa and Kunkida pause only to greet them both. you wave politely, and Dazai salutes them both.

you blink your eyes to adjust to the light now flooding the room. Dazai huffs and stands with a groan.

”Alright, I’ve got five minutes to get out of here. You’ll be going in to see Shachou, right?” He asks, stretching. you stand and nod, giving him a look.

”Where are you going?” you ask, picking up your bag. He groans at the way his back pops as he rights himself from his stretching.

”Home. I only came here 'cause I was bored. But in the long run, it’ll be a lot funnier if Kunikida’s mad all morning when I don’t show up~” He snickers. you shake your head, a smile pulling at your mouth.

“You’re so lame. See you, then.” You sighed, heading down the hall Kunikida and Fukuzawa had disappeared down.

”And yet you love me. ‘Till we meet again,” he calls, pointedly ignoring the yell you let out.

”Whatever!” you yelped, and Dazai let the agency door click closed behind him.

He grins. Curious indeed.

note — can you tell i love brothers! atsushi and dazai? also, the woman in Judgement is Mizuki Tsujimura, who I headcanon is pretty good friends with reader in this one. :) please let me know if there are any pronoun inconsistencies! this was originally written with she/her pronouns, and i did my best to fix it to match the gender neutral style i like to use for tumblr stuffs.

©neevblanc 2024 // do not plagiarize or repost

[vodika-vibes]

Shades Of Grey

Summary: All things considered, this is probably the best possible ending to the Clone Wars. Still, becoming the Emperor’s right hand was not anywhere in your plans for the future. At least the new Emperor is someone you can work with. After all, he’s Hunter.

Pairing: TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Word Count: 1975

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hunter is named Emperor after Palpatine's dies.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @clonethirstingisreal

A/N: So this idea was born of me misreading something that @kimiheartblade said, and a whole idea was born of it. The relationship between Hunter and the reader is more hinted at than anything else. Anyway, I hope you all like it!

Your gaze slides from one monitor to the next, scanning the gathered audience through the cameras with comfortable ease. Sure, the room might be filled with a bunch of clones, and make no mistake, you trust that Commander Cody wouldn’t allow a threat into the room.

But it’s always good to have someone with the force check the vibes of the room before you allow the Emperor into the room.

Speaking of which—

You turn away from the monitors to focus your attention on the man standing near the armor stand on the other side of the room, “I don’t suppose I can convince you to not wear armor, Hunter?”

He turns his head towards you and shoots you a look, “Absolutely not.”

You sigh and hold your hands out to the side, “If you expect the people to be okay with a Clone Emperor, you have to at least make an effort.”

“I never wanted to be Emperor,” Hunter grumbles as he turns away from you and continues strapping his armor on, “I was perfectly content serving under you, General.”

“You should have thought of that when Commander Cody came to you,”

He stops and turns to glare at you, “Give me a break, how was I supposed to know that everyone else was going to turn down the position?”

“Uh, I could have told you.” You counter with a lazy grin as you gaze at the man who had once been your Sergeant. 

“You wanna switch roles?”

“Not for all of the Credits on Coruscant.” You cross the room to him and pull his chest plate from the mannequin before turning and pressing it against his chest, “Hunter, you’re going to be great.”

“You have to say that, you’re my,” He pauses as he thinks of the right word, “...Enforcer doesn’t feel right.” Hunter finally mutters, “Bodyguard? Right hand?”

“Let’s go with Right Hand, hm?” You grab his back piece and start strapping both pieces to his chest with familiar ease, “Can I at least talk you into wearing a cape?”

“I’m not a Jedi, General. I’m not comfortable—”

“You have to get comfortable, Hunter. You’re not a soldier anymore. You’re a politician now.”

He makes a face and you laugh.

“It’s not going to be that bad.”

“You say that, but my idea of diplomacy used to be flinging a food tray at my older brothers' heads,” Hunter says. He reaches out and takes your hands, “I don’t know if I can do this, General.”

You flip your hands and thread your fingers with his, “Yes, you can.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you have a council made of of people who lived their entire lives doing politics,” You reply.

“I do?”

“Yup. Your council is made of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bail Organa, and a few other people, Jedi and Politicians all of them.” You release his hand and reach up to brush a strand of hair off his cheek, “Look, the Senate voted for the creation of the Empire, now we have to figure out how to make it work.”

“Yeah, expect they thought that their Empire would be run by Palpatine, not a clueless clone.”

“Well, then Palpatine shouldn’t have died.”

“He was killed,” Hunter corrects, amused, “Violently.”

“Sounds like a skill issue.”

“Weren’t you nicer?”

“The Jedi are a gentle people, Hunter. We never should have been sent to war,” You pause, “Plus, it’s hard to be sympathetic towards someone who was planning on massacring my people.”

He flashes a small grin at you as you finish helping him strap on his armor, though the grin fades when you clip the black and red cape to his shoulder guards, “Really?”

“Really.”

He huffs out a heavy breath, “I hate it.”

“I know you do.”

“Can we compromise with a bandana?” Hunter asks hopefully.

“You, mister, are lucky I’m letting you get away with the bandana holding your hair back,” You warn as you set your hands on your hips, “Capes are regal. Bandanas are so far removed from regal they might as well be in a different universe.”

“I thought I was supposed to be running things?”

“Ha! You keep thinking that, Your Lordship.” You take a step back and fold your arms as you look over him, and then you nod once, “Alright. Crosshair and the rest of the snipers have taken up their positions. Tech is working with a couple of other technologically gifted brothers to make sure that our electronics are secure, and Echo is working with his brothers from the 501st on building security.”

“Where’s Wrecker?”

“I gave him to Commander Colt, he and a couple of ARCs are patrolling the room.”

“ARCs?”

“Well, Alphas, really.”

Hunter shoots you a look.

“What? I decided to put the most physically intimidating men in the room for a reason.” You defend, “This is your first public appearance, and this trial is huge. We can’t risk anything going wrong.”

“Okay, okay. What else?”

“Um…Right, Marshal Commander Fox and the rest of the Corries are running backgrounds on all of the people, and they’re working with the Wolfpack to make sure no one with strong anti-clone sentiments gains access to the trial itself.” You list, ticking topics off your fingers, “I put Marshal Commander Neyo and Commander Bacara and their Battalions in charge of the journalists—”

Hunter chokes on a laugh, “Cruel, angel.”

“Yeah, well…have you read some of the stuff they’ve said about Jedi recently? They’re lucky I didn’t give them to Alpha-17.” You fold your arms, “Oh, and speaking of Alpha-17, he’s running this whole thing with Commander Cody.”

Hunter nods and absently adjusts his vambraces, “What about Jedi?”

“Well, I’m going to be standing just behind you. Master Windu will be patrolling the room with Master Koon. Knight Secura is working with her Batallion on security outside. There are a couple of Shadows lurking in the audience. But most of the Jedi are working on moving the temple, the kids and the cadets, to a safer location.”

Hunter nods again, “Good. What about General Kenobi?”

“At the temple with Master Yoda and Master Mundi. It was determined that it would be better for him to not be here.” You reply immediately, “He’ll get the highlights from Quinlan Vos at the end of the trial.”

“Right, probably for the best.”

You nod your agreement, and say nothing for a moment, “Are you ready?”

Hunter exhales shakily, “Walk me through today?”

You smile reassuringly, “Today is the opening statement for the trial of Anakin Skywalker—”

“—he’s been accused of war crimes, correct?”

“That’s right. War Crimes, child endangerment, attempted murder, and 20 counts of premeditated murder.”

Hunter glances at you, surprise on his face, “That last one is new.”

You make a face, “Honestly, it’s only connected to this trial because the war, technically, started just before the massacre. He was given the chance to have separate trials, but he refused them.” You shrug, “He thinks he’s going to get away with it.”

“Well, the trial will expose everything,” Hunter murmurs as he adjusts his armor one more time, and then drops his hands, “Alright. I think I’m ready.”

You favor him with a warm smile, “You’re going to be great, Hunter.”

“Yeah? You might be the only one who thinks that.”

You shake your head, “Come on. Do you think Cody would have made you the offer if he thought that you weren’t capable?”

“He would be better in this position,” Hunter says, “But since he doesn’t want it, I guess I’ll just have to do the best I can.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Hunter stares at himself in the mirror for a moment, and then he sighs and reaches up to tug the bandana off before he pulls his hair into a messy knot at the back of his head. 

He holds the bandana in a clutched hand, and you tilt your head to the side as you watch him watch himself. “Hunter?”

“You said bandanas aren’t regal,” He says as his grip tightens around the cloth in his hand.

You gaze at him, thoughtfully, for a moment. And then you gently pull the cloth from his unresisting hand, before you reach up and tie it back around his head, “There. Perfect.”

He stares at you, “You said—”

“I’m not always right, Hunter. Besides, you don’t look like you without it,” You smile at him, “Now, you only need one more thing.”

A puzzled look crosses his face, “What? No? I have everything. My armor, my weapon, the cape—” He somehow managed to make the word sound like an oath, and you have to smother your laugh.

“I know, just one final touch.” Quickly, you pull your ribbon out of your hair, wrap it around his right vambrace, and tie it in a neat knot, “There. Perfect.”

He eyes the pale yellow ribbon, confused, and then focuses his attention back on you.

You flash a slightly mischievous smile, “Well, this is a kind of battle, right? And you’ve never gone into battle before without wearing my color—”

The confusion fades away, “You’re something of a sap, aren’t you General?”

“I perfect the term romantic, thank you.”

He reaches out and lightly brushes the backs of his fingers against your cheek, “We’re going to be okay, right?”

“Hunter, we’re going to be great. You’ll see.” You press your hand over his, “I have a good feeling.” You release his hand and pick up the helmet, to offer it to him, “Do you want it?”

Hunter looks at you, at the helmet, and then at himself in the mirror. And then a small smile crosses his face. He takes the helmet and sets it back on its stand, “Not this time, I think.”

There’s a knock on the door, “10 minutes until the trial starts, little brother!”

Hunter releases another shaky breath, and you watch him evenly, “Are you ready?”

He meets your gaze, “A kiss for luck?”

“You hardly need luck but,” You step closer and lightly brush your lips against his cheek, “if it makes you feel better.”

“That was not what I had in mind.”

“Oh, I know what you had in mind.” You counter, “You can get a proper kiss later. Now it’s time to make your grand appearance.” You walk across the room to grab your lightsaber and attach it to your belt, and then you head over to the door. “Time to put your game face on, Hunter.”

You watch as he rolls his shoulders and his neck, and then his expression shifts, sliding into a combat-ready mode that you are very familiar with. You wait until he’s coming towards you before you press the button to open the door, and you stand to the side to allow him into the hallway first.

This might not be what you planned for your life. You never expected to give up your mission load in favor of playing bodyguard for Hunter, but one of the hallmarks of being a Jedi is being adaptable. 

Perhaps, someday soon, the Empire will revert to a Republic.

Perhaps, soon, Hunter will no longer have to wear the mantle of Emperor for a galaxy that doesn’t even see him as a person.

But until that day happens, you will guard him and guide him to the best of your ability.

A small smile lifts your lips as the door to the senate floor opens and you follow Hunter to the platform in the middle of the room.

Anakin Skywalker sits covered in chains on a platform surrounded by clones with weapons. He explodes into a tirade the moment he sees Hunter, and you can see people’s opinions of him changing as he’s allowed to scream for several long minutes.

And your smile becomes triumphant.

Yes. Hunter is going to be great.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hear me out: friends w benefits hero x villian and like both of them are telling sidekick/henchman that like the sex is so good and stuff they eventually just start talking about each other like all the time and it goes to how they just love spending time with each other?? and sidekick/henchman are like. you’re in love idiot go get them

“Fucking idiots,” the henchman said as their eyes scanned the rooftops, finding the hero and villain fighting. If you could call it that. It was more like a game of tag that ended with the hero being pushed against stone.

Immediately, the sidekick blushed.

“You can’t say that about your superior all the time—”

The henchman raised a lazy brow and and gave them a quick glance.

“Why not? They’re fucking idiots. Both of them.” They looked down at the ridiculous game again and spotted how the hero was just about to use a judo throw on the villain. Their performance was shit though and they didn��t get the angle right. Since the villain was a lot taller and heavier than the hero, nothing happened except for the villain laughing and correcting their enemy’s stance.

The henchman sighed and looked at the sidekick they were supposed to fight — had long given up on that, for they weren’t experienced — and nudged them to get their attention.

“Respecting someone and stating the obvious are two entirely different things you’re allowed to do, you know,” the henchman remarked.

“I can’t say the hero is a fucking idiot—” The sidekick giggled like an…idiot.

The henchman tilted their head and tried to process that but they had a very bad feeling about this.

“Look at them. I mean, seriously. Look at them. They’re both so incompetent it hurts.”

“You’re so grumpy.” The sidekick smiled again. “Funny, how mad you get.”

“No. I mean it. I’m gonna bomb something if they tell me one more time how good the hero is in bed. It’s not a part of my contract to listen to their stupid sex life.”

“Someone seems irritated,” the sidekick said. They looked at the spectacle on the rooftops as well, frowning as their boss landed in a very suggestive position with their enemy. “But I get that you’re frustrated. I was told I’m not allowed to get too close to the enemy.”

“That’s not the problem,” the henchman said but it sounded unsure, a bit weak even. They turned around and leaned with their back against the railing. “It’s annoying.”

“I read somewhere that heroes are the biggest hypocrites. Could’ve been a silly newspaper report but I think about it too often for it to be meaningless.” The sidekick tore their eyes off the fight that had turned into a lazy make out session. “But who cares about that? I just want them to be happy.”

“People like that are never happy,” the henchman said. “No amount of love can change that.”

“Wow, so serious.” The sidekick turned towards the henchman with pursed lips. “A bit cold-hearted.”

“That’s what this job is like. You don’t get to have fun with your nemesis without there being consequences.” They shrugged, tilting their head from side to side lazily. They knew it was a little habit they had accidentally adopted from the villain. After all, they’d been friends for over a decade.

The sidekick giggled again.

“What’s so funny?”

“You always bite your lip when you concentrate. It’s cute.”

“Hm.” The henchman’s face burnt which made them frown because they didn’t know why this was happening.

“Wanna get lunch?” The sidekick asked eventually. “I’m starving.”

“Sure.”

None of them were in their civilian clothes, though, which led to a lot of questions when they ordered burgers in a fastfood restaurant.

[queenlua]

Writer interview game

tagged by @ultrakatua , hello thank you i’m a slut for attention

(if you're reading this you should feel free to consider yourself tagged, even/especially if you feel like you don't know me that well!)

When did you start writing?

Since I was pretty little… my 1st/2nd grade teacher had this thing where everyone had to write something in their journal every morning and I was SUPER tryhard about it, and when she told us we didn’t have to write about our lives, we could write about ANYTHING, I definitely started making up wild stories n shit

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I read anything and everything. I guess I wouldn’t be a very good writer of big nonfiction history tomes, but that’s mostly because it requires, y’know, knowing a lot of history first; if I had that knowledge it seems like it’d be fun to try!

I used to say “I could never write a mystery” but then I read Tana French and was like ooooh maybe mysteries are cool actually so. huh. i guess i can imagine myself trying to write just about anything once. (in practice i mostly end up writing a combination of moody litfic and shlocky scifi/fantasy)

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I’ve occasionally tried to actively emulate a specific author’s style, but that kind of thing feels kind of hard to sustain for more than the length of a writing exercise. it's kind of like trying to talk with a different accent. like, sure, you CAN train yourself to talk a different way… but i like how i talk fine, i’m too lazy to change :P

i dunno if i’ve heard many ppl comparing my writing to Actual Authors! and i lack the objectivity to figure it out myself haha

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

i do the Truman Capote thing where i mostly write lying down (but on a couch instead of in bed b/c partner is an extremely light sleeper and i do most my writing between midnight and 4am lol)

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

god i wish i knew!!! then maybe i’d be able to muster it up on demand!!!

(in fanficland i seem to tend to glom onto a specific character and then just write ten fics Examining That Character From Every Angle. in origficland it’s that but usually with some sort of archetype or folktale or something that i’ve become briefly obsessed with)

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

…I did have a moment earlier this month where I typed a line of dialogue, thought to myself “that sounds faintly familiar hm,” did a ctrl+f on my computer, and discovered I’d used a very similar line of dialogue in an abandoned WIP from seven years ago, in a scenario VERY THEMATICALLY/SITUATIONALLY familiar to the WIP i was working on, and i was like. oh my god. i so have a Type why am i like this

(in this particular situation the Theme & Variation was along the lines of “doing a Horrible Thing under duress but also none of these other fucks are willing or able to do it so i guess i gotta, jfc.” skimming over my past few pieces, inasmuch as there’s any commonality between them, i think i can point at, like… “feeling trapped by a mostly-internal sense of obligation that is nonetheless *experienced* as though it were external,” “people talking past each other for very good yet nonetheless tragic reasons,” “clueless rich guys,” “angry women contemplating murder”)

((wait, also: awful dinner parties and awful sex. fuck, why didn’t i lead with that one. i want to write awful dinner parties and bad sex for the entire rest of my life))

What is your reason for writing?

passes time between now and the grave

(less glibly: i get pretty unhappy if i go a long time without Making something, and of all my creative-ish abilities, writing is the one i find most satisfying)

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Once I finished playing a game, thought to myself “that was good but I really want backstory for [character] and actually I’m pretty sure I have the only correct take on said backstory,” and then proceeded to write that fic. A commenter came in saying “hey I came here because I was really craving backstory for [character] and now I can stop reading because yours is clearly The One that I was looking for, thanks." That felt really good! how often have i had to write a fic, not because I wanted to, but because NO ONE ELSE had written the one I wanted to read??? Glad to spare you some trouble, random internet person.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

for origfic: the author is dead babey. do not perceive me. i am not here

for fanfic: i still don’t mind if the reader simply Does Not Perceive Me; the work itself is the thing i care most about. but, y’know. if someone reads my fic & is like “i’m insane about this character in the exact same way Lua is, i’m-a slide into her DMs,” i’m very down for that, lol. it’s like whale songs. i’m out here singing my goofy tune and maybe i never hear anything back but if i do that’d be a sweet bonus

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

hmmmm. i’m never quite sure how to think about this sort of question… people often answer with something like “dialogue” or “descriptive imagery” or whatever, but that started to feel kind of weird to me at some point? like pointing at a symphony piece and being like “the low winds were especially good at staying in tune,” like it may be a correct observation, but also the whole orchestra has to be in tune to *some* extent for the piece as a whole to work, and when it *is* working the thing you point out as a strength isn’t gonna be something ticky-tack like that

…but i’m not sure what i’d specifically point to as a higher-order thing haha. i guess, last time i reread some of my own stuff, i was pretty pleased with how much interpersonal *tension* there was in various “ppl talking in rooms” scenes (see: awful dinner parties), so maybe something along those lines

How do you feel about your own writing?

arguably the main reason to write fanfic is so I can go back and reread it 2+ years later and be like “damn this shit rules, bitch was really onto something there”

(i like it! it’s pretty fun good stuff! a pleasing mix of action/plottiness/gratuitousness and, like, actual character and narrative work)

[circus-complex]

Beautiful Beach Day

Rating: Teen (For some vulgar language)

Relationships: Lang Qianqiu/Qi Rong, Guzi & Qi Rong, Guzi & Lang Qianqiu

Characters: Qi Rong, Lang Qianqiu, Guzi

Tags: Modern AU, Day At The Beach, Rated T for qi rong's language, Fluff, guzi gets to be a kid and qiurong are happy

Qi Rong, Lang Qianqiu, and Guzi all head to the beach for the day!

this is my first (finished) prompt for the TGCF rarepair G4G! prompt from @/tsunwalker (twt and AO3): qiurong, modern au, a beach day with guzi, preferably including something with qi rong being dramatic about wanting to avoid sunburn

and thanks to SilentKeeperOfStories (AO3) for beta-ing!

Also on AO3

Full work under the cut

“Dad said we could go to the beach today!” Guzi ran up to Lang Qianqiu and tugged at his arm.

“Oh, did he?”

“Yea! Come on, we leave in ten minutes!”

Lang Qianqiu quickly shoved his swimsuit, towel, and other beach necessities into a bag. He approached the car, seeing Guzi and Qi Rong were already inside.

“HA! You’re so fucking late, we’ll never get there! If we’re lucky, we might arrive before sundown,” Qi Rong scoffed.

“It’s eight in the morning, the beach is ten minutes away.” Lang Qianqiu rolled his eyes before quickly kissing Qi Rong on the cheek.

The drive was longer than Lang Qianqiu expected - it was a sunny day and traffic was horrendous.

“Bah, we could have left earlier if SOMEONE didn’t take so long,” Qi Rong remarked. There was no real malice in his voice, so Lang Qianqiu didn’t take it to heart. He was used to it after being with Qi Rong for a couple months.

Once they arrived, Qi Rong ordered Lang Qianqiu to pull most of the stuff out while he found a spot. Qi Rong was thorough, bringing everything from towels and food to sand toys and floaties for Guzi. It took three trips before the car was unpacked.

Qi Rong was picky in all sorts of ways - where his stuff went was one of them.

“Lay the mat out. No, not there. And you have to weigh it down with rocks! Lang Qianqiu, you better put that umbrella up. I refuse to get sunburnt! Give Guzi his water. No, that one is mine, do you have water for brains?”

“If you don't like me doing it, why don't you?”

“...”

“Dad! Can I go in the water?” Guzi interrupted the start of Qi Rong’s (weak) argument.

“Yea, just make sure the water doesn’t go past your knees!” Qi Rong said.

“I will, don’t worry,” Guzi replied. Once he had waded into the water, Qi Rong kept a close eye. No matter how much he acted like he didn’t care much about his adopted son, he was extremely protective. He was constantly fussing over Guzi and making sure he was safe and happy.

“Lang Qianqiu, help me put sunscreen on.”

Lang Qianqiu shrugged and grabbed the bottle.

“Make sure my back is fully covered! I can have a fucking sunburn because you decided to be lazy.”

“Alright, alright.” Lang Qianqiu did it twice, to ensure Qi Rong was happy.

Qi Rong pulled a chair from who-knows-where, and laid down. He pulled sunglasses out, and surprisingly, began to read.

“What are you gawking for?!” Qi Rong’s glare nearly bore a hole through Lang Qianqiu.

“I’ve never seen you read before.” Lang Qianqiu raised his hands defensively.

“So? What’s your point?”

“I….”

“Did you think I couldn’t read? Hm? I’m not illiterate, in case you didn’t know.”

“It just doesn’t seem like something you would do for fun.”

“What do you think I do?”

Lang Qianqiu had to think for a moment. “Watch TV? Play video games?”

“You think too lowly of me.”

“Dad! Look at what I found!” Guzi came running up, holding a crab.

Qi Rong leapt from his chair. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! GET IT AWAY!”

Guzi’s smile didn’t waver. “It’s a crab! See!”

“It's going to pinch me!”

“No it won’t, you’re no threat,” Lang Qianqiu teased.

“Eh? Are you saying I couldn’t kill it?” Qi Rong whipped around to face him.

“Guzi would be upset, so yes.”

“Hmph.” Qi Rong turned his attention back to Guzi. “Put that nasty little bug down.”

“It’s not a bug-”

“I don’t care what it is!”

Guzi shrugged and let the crab go.

It decided to move towards Qi Rong.

“AHHHHHH!!”

Lang Qianqiu chuckled before picking the creature up. He guided it away from his boyfriend.

“See? It won’t hurt you.”

“Doesn’t mean I want it near me,” Qi Rong grumbled.

Guzi had moved from playing in the water to building a sand castle. Qi Rong had brought all sorts of buckets and tools, and Guzi was taking advantage of each one. It was a large, hollow square with towers rising from each corner. He found small twigs to plant in each tower. Shells and rocks were embedded in the walls.

“Guzi, stand next to the castle.” Qi Rong pulled his phone out.

“Ok!”

Guzi smiled proudly as Qi Rong took photos. Once Qi Rong had finished, Guzi gave a tour of his castle.

“Here's the entrance - it’s marked by those two flags. Then here’s the tower where the prince lives, and the king and queen live in this one. Oh, that tower is for the dog. And that one’s for the cat!”

Qi Rong lightly patted Guzi’s head. “Very good, a masterpiece!”

“Dad, can we have lunch now?”

Lang Qianqiu pulled the cooler out. He tossed a sandwich into Guzi’s eager hands, and another at Qi Rong.

The three ate in mostly-silence. They enjoyed the summer sun and sounds of waves lapping at the shore, the blue sky and people chattering nearby. Qi Rong made occasional comments about sand in his food, but continued to eat anyway.

Once Guzi finished his sandwich, Lang Qianqiu pulled a popsicle out from the bottom of the cooler.

“Really?!” Guzi’s eyes went wide.

Lang Qianqiu laughed. “Yes, really.”

“Thank you!”

“Put sunscreen on my back again,” Qi Rong demanded. Lang Qianqiu obliged, if he didn’t Qi Rong would throw a fit the heavens could hear.

Once Lang Qianqiu finished, Qi Rong moved to rest his head in Lang Qianqiu’s lap. He pulled his book back out, and flipped to his page. Lang Qianqiu ran his fingers through Qi Rong’s hair while he watched Guzi run after birds. Checking his watch, he realized it was already 3:07 pm.

“Qi Rong, should we leave soon? I want Guzi to wash all of the sand off and get a shower before dinner.”

“Mm, ok.” Qi Rong slammed his book shut. “Guzi! We’re leaving now!”

“Coming!”

They piled everything back into the car. Driving home was a lot easier, people weren’t leaving quite yet.

Once they got home, Qi Rong made Guzi stand in the backyard while he sprayed him down with a hose. Guzi squealed when the cold water hit him.

“If you don’t stand still and get all this fucking sand off, you aren’t coming inside the house! The sand’ll clog the drains!”

Guzi groaned. “Fine, fine…”

Once Guzi had been properly cleaned, he was sent inside to get a proper shower. Lang Qianqiu pulled everything out of the car, and Qi Rong helped him put it away in its proper place.

“Come on, it’s your turn to make dinner tonight,” Lang Qianqiu said once Qi Rong showered as well.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Don’t try and get out of this, you haven’t cooked in two weeks.”

“But-”

“Making a bowl of cereal isn’t cooking.”

“Fine.”

[aisquaredchoco]

Hey all, especially to those who left comments on my long post that I hope is the last of that kind...I appreciate everything you've said, and I was proved wrong when I thought I felt invisible during those times. So thank you for that! I'll never leave them unresponded though, but work went a little busier lately and now's the only time to reply to them all..

@kevinvoncrastenburg: "I'm glad you're back! I appreciate your transparency and the way you expressed yourself. I can only speak for myself but I really appreciate you and your content. Nonetheless I see your pov and think you found a healthy way for yourself to kind of slow down a little bit and focus on what's more important to you and the future of your blog. I will always be looking forward to new posts by you. Wishing you all the best and again: You ARE appreciated! 🙏🏼"

-- Thanks for the reassurance, and knowing someone's still looking forward to my stuff is more than enough. I still love my craft, that's why I'm not deciding to leave. I'll get tired, but I won't quit..

@pudding-parade: "I long ago determined that to be a "popular" CC creator, you need to do things with clothing, accessories, and hair. I'm guessing the reason is that some people don't even play the game. They just make sims and then dress, pose, and take pics of them to edit. I've never wanted to be "popular" because, frankly, it's a pain in the ass to have eyes on you and what you're doing, so I guess it's a good thing I never liked doing things with clothing and hair. LOL But yeah, it's just how it is. It doesn't mean that the things you DO share are unappreciated, though. I appreciate your TS2 conversions, in particular. :D"

-- I also figured that simmers I follow spend more time with sims and mostly show CAS cc, so I once thought "why not make CAS stuff too?" but held back because I know making them is more tedious than buy/build. I realized I won't have go that far just to acheive popularity, and of course we know being popular comes with a price. I choose inner peace, so I quit being too ambitious in that sense. Thanks too!

@nornities: "Hm, to me you are "a household name", here as well as on MTS. I'm not sure what makes a creator a household name. I created worlds, well liked by some, unknown to most. Am I a household name? I don't think so. So I think you are right, it's a lot about expectations. But your good health is the most important thing, and that you enjoy what you do (and playing the game). So I'm glad you don't retreat entirely! Take care!"

-- Ohhh...really? Even on MTS huh..*blushes* Anyway, thank you for thinking of me as such. Well in that sense, I think you earn the reputation of being a household name as well! And yeah, as I said I choose inner peace and just enjoy playing (and making cc)..

@nessysims: "You have every right to want recognition. It `s naturally. And I really appreciate your CC! I absolutely love and almost always use your repurposed uni desks. And your wood texture is an irreplaceable thing for me! I use it everywhere and it's my favorite."

-- Thank you for letting me know! It's truly appreciated. And while I have the right to get recognized in what I do, wanting too much of it becomes a problem, so it's a good start if I quit with such mindset..

@curmudgeonness: "Welcome back! I'm glad you will not be leaving. I hope you find the balance you need to thrive here. I'm sorry I don't tag creators when I use their content, but I'M EXTREMELY LAZY. I have stopped downloading S4 conversions. They're generally clunky and don't fit the (my) S3 vibe. I like S3 edits, new S3 functional objects, and S1 and S2 conversions. I always look forward to your posts."

-- Yeah, I'm not leaving. And no, don't apologize. It's fine if you don't tag creators, you're not obliged to do so. I guess I was just expecting too much from people who download my stuff, but do not want to actually force them. And thanks for the warm welcome too..

@puffkins2000: "Yayyy! I'm happy you're back! Honestly, I get the "household name" thing. I guess I sort of tried that as well. I like converting because I want those conversions in my game---and pretty much any other EA conversion. If I see it's not been converted and I have that pack, I'll totally try to do it. I rarely get a ton of likes, but at least if someone DL's it, they wanted it!"

-- Thank you for the warm welcome! Yes, that's the core mindset I also want to have when making cc 🙏. And yeah, I also tend to forget that download numbers also matter and so far I got a fair amount and maybe that's enough.

@parystrange: "To me you're one of the creators who's CC I know is quality, safe, and exactly what I want in my game. I wouldn't worry too much about being a "household name" , I think you'll always have your dedicated users, who love your content, and I personally think that is just great! I use a lot of your stuff, but I rarely post gameplay pics so you, and the other people I download from, rarely see your stuff in my game. But it IS there, I promise! 💕Also, I think the more well known you become, the more the community seems to expect from you, and from what I've seen, it appears to put a lot of pressure on to people. I don't think you'd want that ( I know I wouldn't anyway ) I never see any of my downloads in people's games - I don't have many, but I don't mind if I don't see it, I just hope people enjoy it, and that's enough."

-- Thank you for reminding me that 😊. And you're right, popularity may come with perks, but also with disadvantages. I've seen some unsolicited (and sometimes rude) requests to some popular creators and I don't want to garner that kind of attention..

@gifappels-stuff: "It shows great character and maturity to self-reflect and self-correct 💐 Do not worry so much about recognition... it is very much subjective. Just play (and enjoy) the game, and share whatever comes forth from that. All of us have lives beyond Sims 3, and sometimes, people are just more involved in their own problems and everyday lives. So don't take it personally. Rather, try to take satisfaction from the fact that you created something that brought you happiness 💝"

-- Yeah I'm kinda embarrassed that I had an ambitious mindset back then. I realized there's more to life than overthinking if people really like the stuff I make. Thank you for the words of support!

About the photo: I also got a new kitty! (the orange one) So I made him in TS3 too. Name's Ponkan by the way, and he's very sweet and chatty, always makes me feel better whenever I feel sad or stressed. He and Cloud are getting along in the game but not in real life though lol.

[wander-wren]

got another bot-spam comment on ao3, but this one is extra weird. let’s do some investigating!

for those not in the know, The Haunting is my dark whumpy “todoroki gets adopted by aizawa” fic. it’s also 60k words long. so right away i’m doubting this person read it. that plus the generic vibes? bot comment. but i’m also pretty sure i’ve heard of this channel before, specifically because it wasn’t crediting authors. hm. so i go check it out: http://www.youtube.com/@DnWhatIf

first of all, these are the videos i’m greeted with:

now, i don’t want to bash anyone’s taste, but this is so extremely not my thing. nooooo way. some of these read more like crackfic, which is fine, but tonally the difference is SO much. and just makes it even more glaringly obvious that they aren’t reading the fics they’re spamming or even giving them a cursory once-over (or putting strong filters on the bot? i’m not clear how bot comments work)

because this is the first thing you see about The Haunting:

i’m guessing, if it wasn’t completely random, it’s the fact that i tagged izuku as a character. and really it’s just lazy, the whole thing. it’s all bots. ai art in the thumbnail, ai voice reading the fic, bot making comment spam for you. zero respect. if this was an actual podficcer i would consider it! hell, i might even accept ai voice readings (MAYBE), if it was obvious there was a human person who cared behind them. it could certainly be a tool for good, since podficcing isn't very common (we love you podficcers. if i had a little bit more confidence i would be one of you).

but anyway, hang on, lets back up a step, because the whole reason i looked into this was the credits issue. the video “what if deku became a teacher at ua” (ugh) (i hate the title gimmick also) is going to be my guinea pig.

so in the little intro (also done by ai), it says “all credits to their respective authors” which, yikes. however, they do link to their permission statement and the fic in the description, so it….could be worse. but also, these are the comments

(and it continues like that for a bit)

the channel name also has a 4.0 after it [edit: it did when i started this post, then i got distracted for two days, and now it is gone. hm], which implies they’ve had a lot of trouble with keeping it up. so it seems likely that this is the channel i heard about stealing fics, they just finally learned to get permission and give credit to try and keep it up this time. the permission statement on this video is real (i wondered if they would just link to something else and assume no one would check), but even THAT author references being “freaked out” (positive?? unsure) when they heard of people finding their story on youtube. before giving permission to upload with credit. so that’s not great

also this sludgepit of content is absolutely the thing that attracts people with no patience clamoring for updates literally one day after the video goes up. go figure. bad vibes all around.

also, if you’re wondering about the quality of the reading (i’ve stumbled on some pretty good ai voices as of late!), it’s, uh. i don’t actually know about how all this works, but i feel like when you pick a voice to read a story it should at least be able to approximate character name pronunciation. and flow.

but alas.

i also don't want to bash the authors in question but the truth is from the very minimal poking around i did (not giving this channel any more of my time than absolutely necessary), the writing featured is....mediocre at best. which is fine and good for the fandom ecosystem and i will NEVER be anything but happy that people are writing and posting less-than-perfect works, especially since some of these premises are pretty unique and i think it's better to have the fic than not. we all start somewhere, fanfic is an excellent way to practice and get feedback at the same time, etc.

but these channels, these kinds of operations, they're going to prey on new and young authors and that's who is going to be saying yes to them. because they want the exposure, they want to be told their work is good enough for someone else to care to record it for youtube, they haven't been around long enough to recognize this for what it is: someone taking extreme shortcuts to get views and likes and a bit of notoriety off of other people's work. and that's shit.

and remember that youtube videos can be monetized!

now, i doubt this channel in particular has been monetized, although it does meet the minimum requirements as far as numbers go:

it shouldn't meet the requirements for the monetization policies, specifically these ones:

especially with the disclaimer in the beginning that the content is not their own--which might be why previous versions of the channel did not give credit. who knows.

however, youtube DID just have some scandals about people making videos that were pretty much entirely plagiarized, which were monetized, so i don't have the highest hopes in the world. still, it doesn't seem monetized, so no strikes against this particular creator for that, at least, but defo something to look out for if anyone ever brings up hosting podfics on youtube.

so yeah, bot spam, not a complete scam this time but definitely really sketchy, bad vibes all around. and i still kind of want to give them permission to use my fic just to see what would happen, lmao

[rumbleonthemill]

I'm so fucking disappointed in parts of the HN community, it is just hilarious at this point. I never judged anyone, if you guys want to do stuff, ship, create stories, stick to canon, okay, go ahead. I'm not the one, who should judge anything. if I dislike something, I'll mute the tag, or block the person.

the newest, unnecessary fight I had with someone, who I thought was a friend (after all, we were talking for 3 years at least) had cringe ass accusations featured, such as: p_do (ah, the usual. no, I still don't really draw kids, you can keep your kid characters, I don't give a shit), incest shipper (because they keep thinking I ship two related people...the beta 3 storyline wasn't important for anyone, and now it suddenly is? fuck you, honestly. in addition, the story behind the crack ship I do ship is something different, but you're fucking lazy to pay attention)

I don't know how else to state, other than writing in my posts and tags, that I create my own stories. I create AU's and I draw crack ships. and those have little to NOTHING to do with the canon.

***

but they fail to understand that. they fail to understand that not only THOUSANDS, but millions of people do the same, because they are in FANDOMS. people are accusing me, because "many people said this rumor so it must be true, despite there is zero evidence, but hey, they said it" bitch, that's how rumors and gossips work. and you're a mob, because you fall for shit that a lot of people spread. bruh.

I'm at the point that I don't care. my days are numbered, my $uicide note is written. I don't have fucking time to explain people what I already explained, they're just lazy shits to read ONE post, and understand, how the old community, which I was the part of, worked. the good old community, which was more accepting and open, and nicer.

what is this new community hm? people are whining about floating bushes and nothing is good for them. they want to FORCE others to do the same as them, and kill creativity. and if you're different, then you can die.

***

I don't give a shit about canon, if I do, I make stories about older storylines, but not just about those. nobody can forbid me or anyone else, to make a story about beta 3, then another about something completely non-canon. I'm a creative person, who creates new things. this is how people back then worked in old fandoms. if ANYONE cannot process this statement, then I recommend them to leave me alone.

and also yes, I have a patreon. I didn't really advertise it, since tumblr banned adultcontent (except from lives as I see...and prnbots can still exist, I guess....) and because of stalkers, but they stalk me anyway, because they have no fucking life. I'm trying to make at least a little money, because I cannot find a job in this hellhole country. easier said than done; I want ANY of my criticizing people to come here and find a job! this is fucking eastern Europe, not the west. the stuff I put on my patreon is adult-content, because at age 29, I feel like I'm totally allowed to draw adult men, making love. it's mostly anatomy practices and my ships. in my own au's/stories.

I find it extremely childish, to get harassment because of that. no fucking one has the right to judge me, I'll let all of you know it.

[vodika-vibes]

it’s me again~

and very predictably I’m back for Mereel 😅

May I request either the „then take me“ response to one saying „I want you“ oooor the „Fuck it, I told them to give us two beds!" "Hmm, did you, though?" "I swear I did." because who doesn’t love a good „there was only one bed“ moment 😅🫣

Thaaaaank you ❤️❤️

One Bed

Summary: When you have to go on a mission with Mereel, you're thrilled...right up until the sandstorm starts.

Pairing: Mereel Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 1312

Warnings: None, some heavy kissing, but no smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I couldn't decide which prompt I liked more, sooo...I used them both, lol. I hope you like it!

Divider by Saradika

When you found out that you were going on a mission with Mereel, you were excited. Well, about as excited as you could be seeing as it was a work mission, and you’re an inherently lazy person, but having one on one time with Mereel, even if only for work, wasn’t exactly a hardship.

After all, he’s handsome and funny and charming…and just about as perfect a man who's ever existed.

So you put your annoyance at it being a work trip rather than a vacation to the side, and focused on the fact that it was Mereel that you were working with.

And the mission had been going well. Or, well, as well as it could be, given the situation.

And then the storm started.

You tug the collar of your shirt higher, trying to keep the sand out of your mouth and nose, and you squint at Mereel. He’s protected from the sandstorm by virtue of having armor and a helmet, but you aren’t. And your eyes are already burning from all of the fine sand and dust.

“There’s a hotel not far from here,” Mereel says, his voice raised to be heard over the wailing wind, he takes your hand, his visibility better than yours, and he tugs you close, doing his best to shield you from the sand.

True to his word, the hotel wasn’t far away, and as soon as he pushed you inside, and then stumbled in behind you, several people swarmed you. 

“Oh dear,” An old woman said as she ushered you to a small first aid stand near the door, “Let’s get the sand out of your eyes.”

Mereel pulls his helmet off, and he keeps his eyes on you for a moment, before he walks over to the front desk to get a room, or a pair of rooms, for the both of you.

By the time your eyes are cleaned out, and the skin irritation has been cleaned and treated with bacta, Mereel has a room for you to share.

“The hotel is packed, they only have a few rooms available, so we have to share.” Mereel explains as he scans your face, a frown crossing his face when his gaze lingers on your healing injuries.

“That’s alright.” You reply with a small smile, “I’m alright, Mereel.” You add softly.

“Should have given you my helmet,” He grumbles.

“By the time we realized what was going on, it was too late.” You reassure, “The lady who was helping me said that this is a massive storm, she thinks it’s going to last all night.”

“Of course.” Mereel sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s go see our room.” He checks the key card once more, and then turns and heads towards the stairs. 

He unlocks the door, and steps into the room, with you hot on his heels, and then his head falls back and he releases a deep, deep sigh.

“What? What’s wrong?” You peek around him, and then look up at him quizzically. It looks like any other hotel room in the galaxy. Bland and boring, with a splash of color from a single painting on the wall. 

“Fuck it,” Mereel grumbles, as he tosses his helmet on the bed, “I told them to give us two beds.”

You flicker your gaze across the room again, and finally take note of the single bed in the room. You feel your face heat in embarrassment, and your stomach flips nervously, but you just flash a teasing smile, “Hm…did you though?”

His head whips around to stare at you, “I swear I did!” He almost yelps, “I wouldn’t do that to you!”

You laugh softly, “Mereel. It was a joke. I know you wouldn’t.”

Some of the tension drains out of his body, “Right. Right, of course.” He nervously rubs the back of his neck, and you smile at him soothingly as you enter the room properly, and sit on the edge of the bed to pull off your boots. “So, I can sleep on the couch-”

“Don’t be silly,” You interrupt, as you drop your boots on the floor, and then kick them against the dresser, “We can share the bed, Mereel.”

“We can…what?” Mereel asks as he turns to look at you.

“We’re both adults,” You point out, “Surely we can share the same bed for one night.”

“Uh…right…”

Your eyebrows creep up your forehead, “Unless you don’t want to share a bed with me, in which case I can sleep on the couch.”

He stares at you for a moment, and then he releases a quiet laugh, before he sits on the bed and starts removing his armor, “Trust me, cyare. I definitely want to share a bed with you.” He says lightly.

“You do?”

He strips himself down to his blacks in under a minute, and he stacks his armor on a chair, and then he looks at you, his gaze heated, “Yeah, mesh’la. More than I should.”

“Uh…what does that mean, exactly.” You ask.

He arches a brow and considers you for a moment, “It means, cyar’ika, that I want you. Have for an embarrassing amount of time, actually.”

Your lips part, and your heart races, “Then take me.” You whisper.

This time his jaw drops, and genuine surprise flitters across his face, “You…seriously?”

“What, you think I’m lying?” You ask.

Mereel doesn’t move for a moment, you’re not sure he’s even breathing. He just stares at you for long enough that you start to get uncomfortable, and you shift your weight on the bed.

And then he’s on top of you, his lips crashing against yours as you topple backwards on the bed. Your fingers slide under his top, pressing into his solid muscles, and he groans in sheer bliss. You feel a surge of delight as you pull that noise from him.

You slide his shirt up, and one of Mereel’s hands slides to cup the back of your head as he deepens the kiss, using his lips and teeth to pull delicious sounds from you.

And then he pulls away, gently tugging your hands from under his shirt, and he moves away from you to lean against the headboard. You make a noise of disappointment and sit up to crawl over to him.

He stops you with a single raised hand, “Hold on, sweetheart.”

You sit back on your heels and you watch him curiously. He takes several deep breaths, and then he opens his eyes, “You’re gorgeous, and perfect…and I am not having sex with you tonight.”

“You’re not?” You ask, sounding disappointed enough that a laugh falls from his lips.

“No. One, you’re injured. Two, we’re on a mission, and three,” He reaches out and lightly trails his fingers over your still irritated skin, and you cringe in discomfort, “And three, I don’t want to rush this. You deserve for me to do this right.”

“I don’t-?”

“I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to take you on dates and picnics and buy you flowers and chocolates and make you giggle and swoon over bad poetry,” Mereel says quietly, “I also want to kiss you until you’re breathless and the only thing you can think about is me.”

You turn your head slightly and kiss the palm of his hand, “You want to go slow,” You murmur softly.

“Yes.”

You favor him with a small smile, “I can do slow. But can I still kiss and cuddle you?”

Mereel laughs and opens his arms for you. And you immediately crawl over to him and press your face against his neck. He folds his arms around you, and you feel his lips against the top of your head. You feel safe and warm and protected, so your eyes close and you snuggle closer to him.

[impishtubist]

20 QUESTIONS FOR FIC WRITERS

I was tagged by seven of you (!!!) so here are my answers. Consider this an open tag, I have no idea who hasn't done this yet.

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

222 if you don't count the hidden ones, 245 if you do.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1.5 million (this does count the hidden ones because I'm too lazy to go subtract them from the total).

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently HP and Good Omens, but I've written for 16 fandoms over the years, and you never know which one I'll go back to.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

-Finding Home (no longer available)

-the spaces between

-Da Capo (no longer available)

-Courtship Rituals (no longer available)

-quicken to the new life (no longer available)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes. I go through fits and spurts of either responding to every single comment, or responding to none. It doesn't mean I don't appreciate comments! But I'm already writing and posting fics for free, and responding to every comment is something that I don't always have the time or mental space for.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Fuck, idk. I don't know what's angst and what isn't. The Fall of Gods, maybe.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write a lot of fluff, actually! Idk how I got a reputation as an angst writer, smh. The Trouble With Quidditch is pretty fluffy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Oh, sure. But it gets deleted.

9. Do you write smut?

Begrudgingly. It's extremely demoralizing as a writer to know that the only way a fic is going to get attention is if you put smut in it, so I do it sometimes just for the kudos/comments. But I hate every second of writing it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yep. I've done a HP/GO one, and some cracky Sherlock/Star Trek ones, and probably a few others I can't remember.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep, several of them into different languages.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! @allcanonisrelative is probably the person I've written with the most, but I've written with others as well.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

This changes by the hour so I literally can't answer this question. Maybe Aziraphale/Crowley?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Hm, I have a few unfinished fics on AO3, but I've already admitted that those won't be finished. I have a Sirius/Bellatrix + Sirius/Remus fic in my drafts folder that it would be nice to finish someday, but that will have to wait until I feel like writing Wolfstar again (which will probably be never, thanks to the Remus apologists).

16. What are your writing strengths?

None.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Well, I know that it used to be standard that you would italicize it, and now you're not supposed to do that, so I no longer do. I also think that you shouldn't translate it! Especially not right there in the same line on the fic. If you're writing dialogue in another language, context clues should tell us enough about what the characters are saying that translation isn't needed.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek: TNG.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I never like anything I write, so idk. Price of Memory, maybe, because that one was at least a lot of fun to write.

[junk-culture]

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30. 5️⃣❗

now wtf is the 5 times table doing in my inbox... ! teehee... this is a lot of questions and my answers are lengthy so under the readmore they go:

5. Favourite band: HMMM this shouldnt be a difficult question but i feel like im always indecisive/struggle to identify an Absolute Favourite Above All Others...... i think i have to say depeche mode because i like them enough to have paid £[redacted] to go see them...they are definitely one of my big faves anyway........ i will add bastille as an honorary favourite simply because they are the band i have liked for the longest... i started listening to them as a miserable 14/15 year old so you know. that kind of band is eternal and forever even if i don't quite like all of their latest stuff/don't listen to them absolutely all the time etc. actually the jam are maybe tied with bastille for that sort of formative band so let's say them too. sorry i can literally never give one single answer LOL 10. Favourite model: uhm unfortunately i dont really have one im not really into following fashion or models....idk....but recently i started watching the x-men movies (cringe) and i kind of got the hots for halle berry a bit so ill say her. ik shes an actor but she started off as a model so it counts. honorable mention also to the sony d-e350 in gold . a very very sexy model (of cd player) :

15. Lucky Number: It seems there's a typo in the questions post because they've put 14 twice instead of 15....I don't really have a lucky number although I sometimes see people with aesthetic blogs posting about angel numbers or whatever and im like i could get into that........ i guess any number can be lucky if it appears in a certain moment or is recurring... since 14 appears twice in the question post ill say 14. and its a pretty good number anyway

20. 5 things you love: ONLY FIVE? BUT I LOVE SO MANY THINGS ABOUT OUR BEAUTIFUL WORLD...! well to name a few: 1. mai friends (physical and virtual) ^_^ 2. BRIGHT GREEN GRASS IN THE SUNLIGHT 3. art. drawing. its my essential activity i have to do it its awesome plus so important in the world for everyone 4. when you're travelling home on the train from a pleasant day out somewhere and it's really sunny and you have a window seat and the music you are listening to is just right for that moment and its just so the beautiful world. you know? 5. shagging ur mum LOL !

25. Favourite blogs: UMM im sorry im kind of too lazy right now to like tag people plus i feel a bit shy doing that anyway but basically all of my mutuals etc...... <3 and the smug jug blog also 30. Someone you miss: hm...i don't know if there's any one person i Strongly miss but there are a few i vaguely to moderately miss. idk. such as: - my mother occasionally - not my irl best friend as such because shes still here lol but moreso i miss hanging out regularly like we did when we were teenagers? like now we're both adults and in different cities and she works full time and im either working or studying and she has a boyfriend anyway its like we dont hang out that often... many such cases obviously but i miss the time of seeing each other every single day at college and walking home together...and especially because id love to do that all over again Now when im like. a lot happier/more functional/more "normal" than i was when i was 16/17 lol. but its the way of the world what can we do - i guess i sort of miss an internet friend who disappeared .... it wasn't exactly unexpected because we always were aware of the possibility and i know its simply how such things go but i wonder how they're doing sometimes...plus we exchanged physical mail and gifts so now its like i just have these objects in my home that are from a person who i no longer talk to lol....

THANK YOU FOR ASKING, THE FIVEPILLED FIVEMAXXER!!!!! :)