#its like wrapped

[yan-randomfandom]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

I wish you guys nothing but the best! Please take care of yourself (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)♡ Let's go thru more & more years!!

Also, I decided to do a summary post for every end of a year! I'll be talking about the fandoms I've written for, my experience with them & list of anons!! (our own personal wrapped lol)

If you don't remember me, I write yandere, or not, stories for a bunch of characters!! :D

2024 — This one is special because it's the first year -4°

You just gotta Keep Reading 😺

[If you don't wanna be tagged, please tell me!]

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Gravity Falls!!!

STANLEY PINES.

Remember that name. If not, then I will. He's my very first muse to write for, who eventually gets posted on Tumblr. I owe this man my life, so thank goodness he's not real 😭

The GF fandom... gosh... my first tumblr fandom interaction, and I love you guys. So much. You're all so engaging, encouraging, endearing, and every other positive 'E' adjective that can describe you all!! 💛

I had so much fun writing the characters, geez.... Stan, Ford, the twins... AAARRGHH I MISS THEM

But you guys also made me realize how much I struggle at writing part 2s for one-shots LOL Having said that... there's a lot of requests I haven't answered, and ones that I was going to, but unfortunately lost motivation. And I rlly wish I could 😮‍💨 I'm sorry guys! but they're still safe in my inbox!

You're all so supportive and active, it makes me wanna cry 😭 My fics received so much wonderful arts and I just love how creative you all are 💕💕 [Godling!Reader was so loved!!]

ARTIST LIST:

@tyrannastar

@ctghost

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil

@thewaywardwanderer

ANON LIST:

Ikan anon

™️ anon

🐲 anon

🪴 anon

PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED YOU 😭 I DONT MEAN TO 😭 i fr just realized how messy my navigation is .. still, thank you all for stopping by my blog!! omg!!

TOTAL FICS: 18

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Fairly Oddparents: A New Wish

PERI FAIRYWINKLE-COSMA.

I searched for "yandere peri x reader" and i remember seeing nothing 😩 that was lowk a surprise—so I had to do a traditional method of 'write what u want to read' LOL

This might be the most chill fandom ever and it's so endearing (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) I loved writing for you guys, genuinely!!

My first ever request came from you guys too, specifically saying "More yandere peri" WHAHHAHAH REAL— LET'S BE VERY HOPEFUL AND PRAY FOR SEASON TWO OKAY GUYS???

We only have one named anon for this fandom— 💘ficto anon !! You're also my very first named anon ... heheh (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾)♥️

TOTAL FICS: 10

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Arcane

EKKO.

I love this guy, but I didn't expect to write and post him as my first arcane fic 😭 THE BOY SAVIOR FR!! MY INSPIRATION

This is the most miserable fandom I've been active in 😭 Arcane show is leaving us in pieces and its showing by y'alls comments LMAOOOO

But this is also. the hardest fandom i wrote for. ngl. the characters.... the world building... I had to wait for the whole season to come out just because,,, pulls my hair out in a very demure way

I wish I could have written more for you guys but I had a specifically busy month with Arcane rippp ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT BUT—— THAT ONE ANON WHO I RECOMMENDED @reareaotaku TO OMG!! that was lowkey amazing and even better that u actually did it rea !! lets goooooo

There are no named anons unfortunately, but I did name some myself!

ANON LIST:

Mage anon

Age Gap anon

Jinx anon

I think Age Gap anon is the same one as some of my other reqs, hi anon XD u keep coming back wahahah—so sorry i couldn't fulfill all your requests tho 😭 ESPECIALLY your Viktor requests. I had to stop because idk,, it felt like i was doing something wrong w Vik's character every time I tried 😔

— HOWEVER, i have a bunch of drafts. kinda long tbh, you can personally message me if u want to read them :)

And Jinx anon, I'll hopefully get back to your request someday.... I wanna take it more seriously this time ⊙⁠.⁠☉

TOTAL FICS: 10

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Minecraft Story Mode

ROMEO, THE ADMIN.

Bruh this guy LMAOOOO He was just so pathetic in the game that I had to write for him (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

This is the smallest fandom I wrote for, but it did get four requests! By 💘ficto anon following me from FOPANW,

and @skykaykay !! had 2 more additional parts with Romeo 🛐 glad u liked it enough to request for more 😭

For the yandere!Aiden, we got fanart from @sumthinganarchy ! Here's the link, and gosh... I'm pretty sure you're 💘ficto anon (tell me if you want me to not mention it!) and I just want you to know that,, thank you for sticking around 🙂‍↕️

AND LASTLY, an unreleased request—Isa, the founder. It's written, but incomplete still!! i'll post it this january 2025 🫡 btw anon yes i love your energy too WHAHAHAHA

TOTAL FICS: 4 (+1)

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Independent

We got two requests for fandoms I'm not exactly in, but did see!

That would be...

Tinkerbell

Cars

The Amazing Digital Circus

By these two anons...

Nyx anon, who requested for, well, Nyx and another for Ada Wong! It sucks that idk resident evil so I'm not confident enough to do it😭 AND,,, SCOUTFAIRY READER X NYX,,, IM SORRRRYYYYYY but if you're still interested you can remind me !! i might be able to.... yesss....

Anon that did not name themself, but I'm naming them to 👑 anon. Hilariously requested for Finn McMissile and I don't know why I didn't question WHO it would be 😭 (i know her irl. sigh)

Now for TADC, I'm actually in the fandom but only made one work for it. Absolutely spontaneous after hearing the music video of "Happy Place" it's a fun listen and watch btw, I recommend it if you like TADC!! the actual voice actors are there!

And after allat,

Thank you so much for reading my writing, everyone :D Made a lot of good memories this year, and hopefully my work did the same for you!

I have a lot more to say but my brain suddenly forgot everything I wanted to say, so now I'm speechless.

But, I'm also planning to become a bit more,,, inactive? hiatus-ish? in this account to focus on my bigger projects. only getting to post spontaneous writing rn

However, requests are still sort of open, and you can see my active fandoms in my sideblog, @pokepokee !!

I'm so much more active there!!! I reblog all of the fandoms I'm in.

Although for requests, it's going to be more rare for me to answer now. Just keep them coming though, who knows, I might suddenly have an idea.

Thanks for your support! Happy new year!!

[lemongogo]

life of regret

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[hinamie]

a tribute to celebrate the finale of the manga that has meant so much to me these past few years

[teethlordd]

There are worms in my head

[puppppppppy]

my attempt at making a fursona

[nadvs]

cam girl (part ten)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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Rafe is on your mind constantly. At this point, you’ve accepted it. There was something about the way he looked at you in his car last night. Possibly. Hopefully.

You stand in a quiet aisle, eyeing merchandise while you hold the charm on the necklace he gave you, the metal warm under your fingertips.

You’d never been in a sex shop before. The guys you hooked up with before Rafe were nowhere near as kinky as him and you bought all the stuff you needed to be a cam girl online.

But seeing all the possibilities makes your stomach twist with excitement. You want to try absolutely everything with Rafe.

You’ve been thinking about coming here throughout all your classes today with one thing in mind. Rafe loves to use toys on you, but you’ve never used anything on him.

With Rafe’s need for control, you assume he won’t be all that open to using a cock ring, but you want to do something special for him. Maybe you can introduce him to something for a change.

You find a vibrating ring that you know will fit him, then decide to send him a photo of the toys in the aisle behind you and text him: this is a great place to meet guys.

Before you’re even at the register, your phone buzzes.

Rafe: dont joke like that

Rafe: buying something for yourself princess?

He sends you $100.

You reply: something like that :)

You check out at the register and head home, already looking forward to tonight. Your phone buzzes again.

Rafe: when can i come over?

You smile at your phone.

You: what about our cam session?

You get a notification that he sent $1000. The alert makes you wonder if he thinks you’re just doing all this solely for the money and gifts.

You’d do it all for free.

Rafe: i won’t wait that long

Not just can’t. He won’t.

You reply: like 8ish?

Rafe: ok

It starts to rain close to 8 and when Rafe arrives at your place, his hair is wet and his face and jacket are peppered with raindrops.

“Is the valet not working today?” you joke, knowing full well he had to find street parking on your busy road.

He breathes a chuckle, stepping into your apartment with his usual ease. You’ve noticed that he walks into every room like he owns it.

Rafe shakes off his jacket and places it on the back of one of your kitchen table chairs while you grab a clean hand towel out of your hamper.

“Sorry this towel’s not a million thread count,” you tease, meeting him to dab the towel over his face.

His blue eyes search your face with a hint of something new. Confusion?

You realize you didn’t even think about it; you thoughtlessly started to dry him off. It was such a mechanical response. Your impulse is to take care of him, make him comfortable.

It’s official. This man is not just a fuck buddy to you anymore.

“What?” you ask, knowing you need to crack a joke to break the tension. “I’m just drying off my seat.”

“Oh, my God,” Rafe groans, trying to act annoyed, but you know he’s not. You laugh and lower the towel, squeezing the cotton in your hands.

“What’d you buy?” he asks, clearly eager.

“I’ll show you later. I wanna hear what you have planned,” you say. “You always have something planned.”

“You first,” he says.

“Rafe,” you whine, dropping the towel to rest your hands on his firm shoulders. “Can’t I surprise you for once? What do you want to do to me tonight?”

“I wanna see what you bought,” Rafe solidifies.

You suck your teeth in frustration, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Please?” you breathe. “I’m always the one waiting. Why don’t you wait for once?”

Rafe’s jaw tightens and he shakes his head in disbelief like he can’t believe he’s giving in, but he gives in.

“You ever been tied up?” he finally asks, his voice so deep that it reverberates through you. The air is suddenly thick and any impression of humor that was floating between you has been dismissed by his words.

“Like… bondage?” you say in a short breath, mulling it over as blood rushes to your cheeks. “No. I haven’t.”

He closes the already minuscule distance between you, cradling your jaw in his cool hand.

“I want your hands tied up while I fuck you,” he says. Your mouth goes dry. Just when you think he can’t get any fucking hotter.

Rafe’s hand drops and you hear his belt unbuckling while his hot breath spreads across your cheek.

“Why the fuck are you still dressed?” he rasps. You’re reeling as you strip down to nothing but the necklace he gave you. You hear the clang of his belt buckle falling onto your kitchen table beside you.

Rafe’s hands drag over your hips, pinching down when he turns you to face the other way. He’s still in his boxers, his cock jabbing against your ass. His warm chest is pressed on your back, rising and falling.

“You’re always the one waiting?” he mutters. The belt buckle drags off the table top, and when you feel him roughly grab both your wrists and wrap the thick leather around them, the familiar need for him between your legs aches.

“You’re always waiting,” he repeats with a scoff. “I’m the one who’s always fucking waiting.”

You want to know what he means, but the belt is suddenly tight around your wrists, your chest jutting out. Rafe pushes you by the back of your neck so that your front is down on your table, your cheek flush against the hard plastic.

“Spread your legs,” he orders.

The muscles in your thighs are strained and your hips burn against the hard table from the way he has you bent over. He couldn’t even spare the few seconds to go to your bedroom.

You feel his tip press against you, making you wonder which hole he wants to fuck.

“Beg for it,” he orders. His fingers tighten around the back of your neck. Your arms are already burning from being bound like this.

“Please fuck me,” you moan, lips flanged from how hard your cheek is being pushed against the table.

“Say my fucking name,” he tells you.

“Please, Rafe,” you obey. He groans in response, hands settling on your hips.

He stretches your cunt out so fucking slowly that you want to scream. You push back against him, and you swear, he laughs at your desperation.

Rafe finally bottoms out in you, his hips against your ass. He puts his hand over your bound wrists, starting to drag out again.

“This pussy is fucking mine,” he says. As if you need the reminder. He owns you completely.

When he picks up the pace, driving into you, your breath hitches. With every thrust, your hips grind against the hard table, making you ache in pain.

“Ow,” you snip before you can stop yourself.

Rafe immediately pulls out of you, making you writhe in frustration.

“What hurts?”

“Nothing,” you lie, wanting him more than you want the pain to stop. “Keep going.”

“What hurts?” he repeats sternly.

“My hips,” you admit. “I’m fine, it’s just ‘cause of the table. Please just-”

“I’m not making you cry again,” he snaps. He cups a hand on your shoulder. “Go to your bed.”

“Rafe, it’s fine.” You feel oddly ashamed, like you’re not doing your job pleasing him how he wants you to.

“Go,” he mutters. His hand pulls you up and you have no choice but to let him push you into your bedroom.

Your wrists are still bound at your lower back when he bends you over your bed. You sink onto your stomach, feeling Rafe’s fingers spread you open before driving his cock into you again.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he relentlessly pounds in and out of you. Your arms strain against the constrictions of his belt, the sensations so fucking perfect.

“Shit, I’m…” he groans, and you know he’s close, so you try to tilt up your hips so he can get as deep as possible.

Rafe shakes through his orgasm and you think how you could never tire of this feeling, of being the one he finishes inside of and reaches this feeling with.

He’s panting when he pulls out of you. Your wrists burn against the belt as he loosens it. His hand smooths over your ass before he spanks you and collapses beside you.

“Show me what you bought,” he says. “It better make you cum.” You tilt your head to meet his gaze.

“Have an open mind, okay?”

“Damn, what the fuck is it?” Rafe asks with a curious laugh.

You’re sore as you get up on your knees and shift to grab the white ring you already took out of the packaging and placed in your nightstand.

When you settle back on the bed and hold it out in front of him, his brows furrow.

“Is that…?” He can’t finish the sentence, his tone apprehensive.

“It might feel really good,” you say with a small smile. “I got a vibrating one.”

Rafe sits up, glancing down at your purchase before looking up at you again.

“Come on,” you laugh. “You surprise me all the time. I can’t surprise you?”

He clears his throat.

“I don’t know,” he says simply, blinking fast. It sounds like a hard no.

“Oh,” you say. You’re shocked he’s not at least a little open to it, considering how kinky he is. “Okay. Sorry.”

You turn to put the toy away, but his next words stop you.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Fine.”

“Really?” you ask, meeting his eyes again.

“You just look so fucking sad,” he groans.

“You don’t have to do it.”

“Let’s just try it.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “After everything I do to you…” You smile in response.

Rafe sits up against the head of your bed frame and you straddle him, dipping your head to kiss him. It’s strange how with him, making out feels more intimate than sex does. As good as the sex is, nothing gets your heart fluttering quite like when his lips are on yours.

Your hands settle on his shoulders and you tug at the ends of hair as you kiss him passionately.

Rafe smiles under the kiss, your lips molding together, his tongue tumbling with yours. You feel him getting hard again.

You pull back to slide the ring down his cock and he sighs in a way that tells you he can’t believe he’s actually doing this before he takes you in to kiss you again.

Rafe’s hands roll over your ass, squeezing and kneading as you sit on his naked lap. This is the longest you’ve ever kissed. It feels crazy to realize that, considering everything you’ve done together.

“Shit,” he shifts beneath you. His cock is growing, the ring starting to squeeze around him.

“How’s it feel?” you ask.

“Good,” he breathes, eyes low. It makes your heart swell with pride. “Ride me.”

You sink down on him slowly, feeling the ring against you once you’re fully seated. You find the button at the top of it to turn on the vibration.

You both exhale in pleasure at the same time. He skims his hands up to your waist, looking at you while you grind on top of him.

In the dim light of your quiet bedroom, the toy buzzing against your clit, how deep he is inside you, the way his eyes are locked on yours… it’s all so perfect. Everything with him is so fucking perfect that it can’t be true.

The fact that you ended up here all because of a part-time cleaning job and a cam website feels insane.

Your palm is against his hot chest. He looks down at it and his dimples dip into his cheeks as he smiles smugly.

“Your hands are so fucking cute,” he teases. The non-sexual compliment sends you into a tizzy.

“Yours are huge,” you retort, trying to keep cool.

“What else is huge?” he asks.

“Your ego.”

“Fuck off,” he laughs.

“Okay,” you tease, starting to sit up so he’ll slip out of you. He roughly pulls you back down by your hips.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Rafe mutters. You laugh and start to fuck him faster, your hips rolling in circles.

“Fuck,” he groans, head tilting back. “I… Fuck, I need to get on top.”

You shift to let him settle over you, your head resting on your pillow. Rafe’s hand runs up the side of your bent leg and he grabs your calf to pull it towards him, silently inviting you to wrap your legs around him.

You hook your ankles together, your entire body hugging him.

You fuck for at least twenty straight minutes, both of you sweating and panting and shaking. You knew he’d last extra long with the cock ring tight around him, but this is unbelievable.

You cum twice underneath him in the span of the session, earning a string of “good girl”s from him. By your third orgasm, he starts to tremble, too.

When Rafe cums inside you, his name tumbles out in his groan. Not princess, not baby, not good girl, but your name, and it gives you a knotted feeling in your stomach that you haven’t had with him yet.

Maybe it’s because he’s elated over coming down from a new level. Or maybe it’s more.

He pulls out, still dripping.

“So… you like my present?” you ask when he falls in your bed next to you.

“Fuck,” Rafe groans. “That was…” He doesn’t seem to have the words, but neither do you. How do you even begin to describe something this unreal?

“I need water,” you say, unsure of how you’re going to even stand up. “Want some?”

He shakes his head in response.

You stand at your kitchen sink, leaning against the counter and swallowing down cold water. On your way back to the bedroom, you notice a lit up screen on your kitchen table.

Rafe must have left his phone here before you moved to the bed. Through pure instinct, you look at the screen. By the time you realize you’re accidentally snooping, it’s too late.

You don’t see the contact name in time, but you do see the message.

bro where are you? too many bitches here for just me lol

A chill rushes through your body. It must be one of his buddies waiting for him at a party.

Of course. It’s a Friday night and you’re pretty sure all the rich people on the island have to do is party.

You feel like an idiot. Expecting exclusivity from Rafe in the arrangement you’re in was ridiculous. Of course he’s fucking around on the side. Someone like him, with his sex drive, can’t be satisfied by one girl.

At this point, you just want him to leave, so you collect his clothes off the kitchen floor.

Thankfully, Rafe’s already sitting up in your bed when you reenter your bedroom. Surely eager to go.

“Here,” you say coldly, handing him his jeans and t-shirt. You don’t look at him when he takes his clothes from you. “Are you gonna head out?”

You realize when you ask the question, it’s like a secret test you’re putting him through. If he stays, he gives a shit about you. If he leaves, he doesn’t.

“Yeah, I should,” he says. He should. Yeah, he really should go look at and flirt with and fuck other girls.

“‘Kay.” You start to collect some clean clothes from your dresser, covering your body with them, feeling strangely insecure around him now.

“You pissed off or something?” he asks behind you as he gets dressed.

You clench your jaw. Honestly, you’re more hurt than anything. But are you even allowed to be? Just because he acts like your boyfriend sometimes doesn’t mean he is.

“No,” you reply. You swallow down the painful feelings and turn to look at him. “Just tired.” You think back to your texts yesterday about how often you’ve hooked up. “Lost count, right? I might need a break.”

You don’t mean it. At this point, you’re just defensive. Wanting to hurt him like he hurt you.

Rafe’s face flashes in displeasure.

“What - why? What the fuck happened in the last fucking minute?” he asks.

“I’m not allowed to be tired?” you respond.

He dips his head, nodding as he buttons his jeans. He seems silenced by his own anger. Your eyes sweep down his muscled body, wishing he’d just hug you and ask you what’s wrong one more time and reassure you that you’re more than just sex to him.

You can tell he’s pissed off and you know you’re not being fair, but you let him leave without any more words exchanged between you.

After a long shower, you lie in bed and wish Rafe didn’t leave his smell on your pillow. You browse your phone, trying to distract yourself.

You tell yourself you’ll go to sleep in five minutes over and over again. You’re working at the estate tomorrow. You need to get up early. But you know the moment you close your eyes, you’ll be trapped in your thoughts. You don’t want to think about him.

It’s nearing midnight when a text comes in.

Rafe: princessssssdsssss

You look at your screen in confusion. Is this a drunk text?

Rafe: ur mean

Rafe: but ypur pussy is sooo niiice lol

Yeah. He’s plastered.

Rafe: ans you have cutehands

Rafe: you akwyas smell good how the fuck is fhat possibke

You hate that your heart warms at the fact that he’s clearly fucked up but his instinct is to text you.

You reply: i think someone’s drunk…

Rafe: yes iam

Rafe: idk what i’m gona do with yiu loool

You: what do you want to do with me?

You get an alert that he sent you $69.

Rafe: that

Rafe: looool

Sex. Of course.

You: are you going to make me do every position?

Rafe: you’r efreaky as fuck. i know youd like it

You: true…

Rafe: lowkey ur all i think about

Goddamn it. Your heart is pounding at this point. You try to play it off.

You: oh only lowkey. cool

Rafe: don’t be maddd

You: i’m pissed

Rafe: we should fuck aboutt it :)

You know the answer to your next question, that he sees you as a booty call and that’s all, but you know the confirmation.

You: is that all you want to do rafe? fuck?

Rafe: YES

Rafe: what if i come over again tonigjt lol

You: i work tomorrow. i need to sleep

Rafe: you need this dick

You: omg

Rafe: do you likw this skng

Rafe: song

You: ??? what song

You can’t stifle your laugh at how shit-faced he is.

Rafe: irs good

Rafe: u should giveme a lap dance

You: you’re drunk as hell. i’ll see you tomorrow, ok? goodnight

You think back to the way he looked when you snapped at him earlier and decide to send one more message.

You: sorry i was mean

He doesn’t reply. Maybe it’s better that way.

Your body is heavy the next morning. You barely make it to the Camerons’ estate. You don’t see Rafe at all in the morning. You’re guessing he crashed at whoever’s party he went to.

You wonder how many bitches, as he and his friends say, he talked to last night.

When it’s time to turn over his bedsheets, you take a moment to take in the familiarity of his bedroom. When you pull over a new fitted sheet, you realize just how exhausted you are.

There’s no reason for another maid to come into this room. It’s on your list only. And Rafe is gone.

So, what’s the harm in lying down to rest, just for a little bit? You’ll do a better job when you’re not exhausted.

You won’t close your eyes.

You lie on his pillow. Okay, maybe you can close your eyes for a minute. You’ll count to sixty then stand back up.

The numbers quickly melt away and you slip into a slumber.

When you wake up, nuzzling your face into the pillow, Rafe is in bed with you, his back to you.

It takes a moment to remember where you are. You sit up and he notices the movement, turning to look at you over his shoulder.

{ read part eleven here }

author’s note: shoutout to my readers for being so creative. thank you to this anon and this anon and to another reader (you know who you are) for your contributions to this chapter! ILY!

[the1312daysofchristmas]

fall out boy is so fascinating because anyone who doesnt know anything about fall out boy thinks theyre only relevant to millenials who had intense emo phases while anyone who is a huge fall out boy fan is aware of the fact that every single album they release has gotten them a wave of new young fans. and actually thats not even true because every album second album cycle the fans from the one before the last one are like what do you mean you became a fan during the last album cycle i didnt think anyone was still onboarding. and this is going to go on forever until they retire probably.

edit: i must assume you like fall out boy. consider: fall out boy pins.

buy my art @dilsdesigns

[voltaical-art]

whadya mean he didnt tell you he loves you??? his eyes literally went soft when he looked ur way...

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[oposssumsaucee]

I don't know what fucks me up more, the fact that Constructs just have a Secret Ribcage Pocket for storage or the fact that it's so underutilized that MB forgets an entire FutureTech WiFi Extender in there for an absurd amount of time. You're telling me it's not jostling in there??? Is the construct equivalent of a Glove Compartment lined with velvet??? The company would never. Thunk thunk bitch your secret best friend ham radio is audible whenever you run but no one's brave enough to make smalltalk with you about it.

[jahdefender]

So I found this posted to reddit and I wanted to share it here because I'm sure there are some fans who haven't seen the Adventures Bible stuff. (I had not so this is just referencing myself)

[lexithwrites]

before he met regulus, james was always praised, constantly told how smart and funny and attractive he was, and just everyday someone would make him feel so special and loved and perfect,,,and then he meets regulus who—trust me does all of that and more—is a lil mean but only in the context of sex, and never insulting, he just tells james he sounds desperate when he begs, how pathetic he looks when he's on his knees for him, how much of a slut he is when he's fucking him and whimpering and moaning into his ear,,,and its nice, its nice to have ONE person that makes james feel dirty

(this may or may not be based off of @spookeart 's latest patreon post,,,,,,you're amazing)

[rhiangalaxy]

Shen Yuan 🤝Ning Yingying -> Being one of the few people to make Shen Qingqiu smile. (ft a bonus warmup doodle under the cut!)

[ID: A Scum Villain Drawing. Shen Jiu!Shen Qingqiu walks alongside Cat Spirit!Shen Yuan. SJ is looking towards him with a small soft smile, with one of his hands holding an open green fan and the other reaching behind SY's back. SY as a Cat Spirit is dressed in Qing Jing green and teal robes with many ribbons throughout. He has white hair, with a half-up into a ponytail do. As well as white cat ears and tail. He has both of his arms slightly up in front of him and looking up towards SJ with a smile as if talking and gesturing excitedly. Three empty word bubbles are above him to show this as well. End ID]

[ID: A Scum Villain Doodle. Characters drawn in chibi style. CS!SY looks over at SJ with a bright, semi-smug smile/look, covered in various scratches and ink stains, his hair tied up with a ribbon. An arrow points to the ribbon with a note stating 'A'Jiu's hair ribbon'. SJ looks away from SY with a slightly angry and flushed face, his hands folded behind his back with a thought bubble saying "God damn it heart why him" End ID]

[mysweetsinfulobsessions]

The softness of Caitlyn with Vi during this scene makes me feral

[wishchip106]

kinda crazy these are the same characters

something happened man what the hell

HELLO???