#just make that shit a topic of conversation like Alright We Get It. Thank You. I'm Funny I'm Hot We Got It

[writtenbymoonflower]

Can we have a Poly!Marauders x Quiddich Player Reader, Where she falls and breaks a bone and tries to hide it from the boys? That would be so great <3

thanks for requesting gorgeous!! poly!marauders x fem!reader

cw: mentions of injury/bruises

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“I was able to heal the bone, but it will be a bit sore for a bit. Try to take it easy for about a day or so. Some bruising is normal, but keep an eye on it. If anything looks concerning, don’t hesitate to come back in, okay?” Madame Pomfrey slathered some unknown mixture over the inflamed skin on your shoulder.

“Okay.” That seemed to be the only word you had said in the past half hour, eager to leave the hospital wing.

“This bandage should help with the swelling.” The nurse explained as she wrapped long strips of white cloth around your chest, then crossing over your shoulder. You glanced at the clock anxiously, seeing it was now 10 minutes past when you were usually back at your boyfriend’s dorm.

“Thank you so much, Miss.” you said politely, putting your clothes back on. She patted your good shoulder as you hurried out into the corridor.

You changed clothes in your room before going to the Gryffindor common room. It was now late afternoon, when most of the house members were outside enjoying the nice weather, or inside the library studying. You heard the ruckus of the three boys immediately after you stepped through the portrait hole.

“Hey sweetheart! We were just about to look for you, we were getting worried.” James looked thrilled to see you, if not a little concerned.

“Sorry, practice ran late.” You fibbed, worrying your lower lip with your fingers. You hoped the collar of your sweater was efficiently hiding the bandages.

“That’s okay lovie, come sit.” James scooted over, creating a space between himself and Remus (who had Sirius curled on his lap like a cat, arm held over his eyes like a damsel in distress).

“Practice go okay?” Remus asked cooly, flipping the page of his novel.

“Yeah. It was alright.” You really wished the topic would just change.

“Modest as ever, dolly. Marlene was watching for a bit. She said you kicked ass.” Sirius chuckled. You winced. If she saw you fall she definitely would’ve told the boys. You gave Sirius a nervous smile. He lowered his arm to look at you suspiciously.

James squeezed your shoulder, making pain fizzle down your arm, but you kept your face stoic. You leant back into his chest as you let them return to their previous conversation. Your eyes were closed, listening to the vibration of James’ laughter.

You were almost asleep when you were jolted back to reality, in the form of Sirius grabbing your legs and tugging them towards him.

“Ah! Siri!” You gasped. Your legs were now across Sirius’ lap (technically also Remus’) and your head landed in James’.

“Gentle, love.” Remus chided the boy in his lap.

“She was so far away.” Sirius pouted pathetically. You lifted your head to look at him blankly.

“We are literally on the same couch.”

“That’s not close enough! I want you inside my skin!” Sirius whined. He all but flung himself off of Remus’ lap and on top of you. You squealed.

“Christ! Pads! You’re lucky I spend so much time in the gym. Not everyone could handle your roughhousing.” James scolded but his voice was laced heavily with fondness.

“Not the only reason I’m lucky.” He waggled his dark eyebrows at the curly-haired boy before he nuzzled his face right into your neck. On any other occasion you would giggle and squirm, but because of your injury, you groaned and your face screwed up in pain. You tried to hide it but unfortunately Remus had a perfectly unobstructed view of your face.

“Padfoot. Off.” Remus (gently) pulled Sirius off of you. Clearly his tone indicated that he wasn’t joking, because you heard no protests. James stroked your still tensed face.

“Shit! Did I hurt you, baby?” Sirius knelt by the couch, patting you down to look for injury. You winced again when he reached your chest. You shook your head.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m just a little sore from practice ‘s all.” You tried to shove the boys off but it was no use.

“Let’s have a look.” Remus wasn’t having any of it.

“Oh, it’s really fine.” You floundered, but he still stuck his long fingers into your collar, pulling it down to expose your clavicle. James gasped when he saw the white of the bandages.

“Sweetheart!” James pressed his fingers into the top of the wrap and you hissed. “What happened here?”

“I just got a little banged up.” You moved to sit up but you were gently pushed back down.

“Off with the sweater, dove.”

“If you wanted me to strip, Lupin you didn’t have to go through all this fuss.”

He just rolled his eyes. You complied begrudgingly. The boys all hissed at the sight. Tight bandages digging into your skin, discoloration painting the edges.

“That’s more than a little banged up, lovely girl.” James stroked your head. His tone was light in the way it is when he’s especially worried.

“Did you fall onto the tracks and get hit by the fucking Hogwarts Express?” Sirius asked incredulously.

“It’s not that bad. It’s all healed anyway, just a little tender.” You reassured.

“Did you go to the hospital wing?” Remus asked plainly. You inhaled deep, knowing the reaction you were going to get.

“Yes.” You sighed. “It’s fine. It was a little fracture but she healed it.”

“Baby!” Sirius pinched your thigh hard. “You went to the hospital for this and you weren’t going to tell us?”

“Well… yeah. Because it’s all healed now.” You said as if it was obvious.

“That doesn’t mean you keep it a secret you muppet.” James scolded. He still leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I wasn’t keeping it a secret! I just didn’t want to make it a big deal.” Remus handed your sweater back to you and you sat up to shrug it on.

“That’s why you lied to us and said practice ran late, when you were actually getting treated for a broken bone?” Remus quirked a brow at you. You suddenly felt small.

“Sorry.” You looked down. He hooked a finger under your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, baby dove. But I need you to tell us if you get hurt, yeah? It’s important. It’s our job to keep you safe. You need to let us do that, okay?” His brown eyes were warm, but commanding in the way only Remus could accomplish.

“Okay.” You nodded. He tapped your chin with his knuckle.

“Attagirl. Now c’mere.” He tugged you into him, your face against his sweater. Sirius climbed into James’ lap and snuggled into him. The bespectacled boy whispered something in his ear.

“I might have to take a tumble if it will get Moons to look at me like that.”

[lu-dao-writes]

The Sound Of Your Voice (Geo Oogami)

Warning(s): Geo being emotionally constipated, gn!reader, can be read as platonic or romantic.

A/N: Geo has taken over my brain and it’s all thanks to @vibelladonna lol. Seriously, I love how she writes Geo, and it’s hilarious how his little gag game came out yesterday after I finished writing this. This is also me trying to see if I can write him well enough. Anyways, enjoy! REMEMBER THAT THIS GAME IS 18+ ONLY. RESPECT THE CREATOR’S WISHES.

That tell-tale ringtone cuts through the calming silence Geo was basking in, those aquamarine eyes slowly sliding open and a rush of air surging out from his nostrils.

Geo knows fully well who it is that was calling him, and he knows that his two hour meditation session is now promptly over with. He’s in no hurry to get his phone, knowing that if he does miss it, you’ll just call him back anyways.

“Hey, Geo!” comes your exuberant voice and energy slamming into him with full force.

“What is it now?” he asks flatly, beginning to clean up his setup as you begin to describe every little big and small detail about your day.

“Classes were so boring and the day was so long!” you whine.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep. I was also given two projects that are both due next week! Ugh, I swear these professors have it out for us!”

“You can say that again,” Geo mutters, prepping the tea kettle for his after meditation tea.

“We missed you today at lunch, by the way. Oh! You missed Britt scaring the absolute shit outta Deryl! Poor guy’s soda shot straight outta his nose!”

“Gross,” he mutters with a barely there chuckle.

“Yeah, pretty gross,” you snicker. “But also hilarious. Just disappointed it wasn’t captured on video for memories.”

“Wouldn’t want to see it anyways.”

The phone call goes well into the late evening with Geo still willing to entertain you, even though he had many other productive things he could be doing. Your conversation drifted from events on campus to other topics that appeared in that head of yours.

Somehow you managed to even rope him into watching some silly drama show you were currently obsessed over.

Geo isn’t one to do phone calls; it’s just not his thing, and he doesn’t ever like wasting his precious time or breath on useless things. But he makes an exception for you because he’s found that he oddly… Enjoys it.

Not that he’d admit that, or venture into why he does. Hell no.

Geo tells himself it’s because he’s bored and he tolerates you, or that you pitifully couldn’t find anyone else to hang out with and used him as a last resort.

He shouldn’t care.

He doesn’t care.

“Why do you constantly call me?” he asks bluntly, his words cutting through your ramblings.

You sputter and Geo finds himself waiting without a word, his patience slowly burning away like a candle wick.

“I… Well…!”

“Well, what?” he asks, his tone sharper than he wanted it.

You then sigh and Geo listens as you swallow down the liquid left in your can from your beverage of choice. “I just like the sound of your voice,” is your answer. It’s genuine with only a hint of vulnerability. “And of course I just like talking to you.”

Geo, to his embarrassment, doesn’t know how to respond, as if his train of thought ran into a brick wall and shattered into millions of pieces.

“I know you’re pretty unsociable,” you start with a tease, and his lips pucker into a small pout, eyes narrowed into a mostly harmless glare. “But I’m surprised you’re even indulging me with this. I thought you’d just ignore my calls.”

His Adam’s apple bobs slowly, his swallow slightly audible. “I’m bored and I tolerate you and your nonsense,” he finally replies, cool as a cucumber.

Geo hears you giggle and the urge to scowl and bitch at you begins to rise.

“Alright, Geo,” you continue to chuckle. “You down for one more episode?”

He sighs with faux annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against his pillows. “I guess…”

“Yes!!” you cheer, and Geo can’t stop his lips from twitching at your excitement.

decor credits to:@/dragonscale-lunaris, velaazuretail, necroangelz

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request headcanons for Vox Machina reacting to gn crush telling him/her that they had been told by their crushes that they're not good-looking and interesting please?

Vax thinks that’s an utter bollocks statement to make, especially since it was coming from someone you had feelings towards.

This absolute sweetheart would sit by you under a blanket of stars and keep you company until he thought you were ready to get back on your feet and show the fucker what they were missing out on.

‘They speak the universal language of bullshit.’ He’d say, which made you laugh in how he worded it. ‘I’m being serious! They don’t fucking know what they’ve missed out on, so don’t be too sad because they knew you were out of their reach and didn’t want to admit it out of their own pride.’ He adds as he allowed you to toy with his dagger

‘Still hurts though.’ You murmured as you tossed the dagger into the air and catching it by the handle as it comes down again. Vax frowns before nudging you in the side playfully.

‘Hey, it may suck now but sooner or later we’re going to look back on this and laugh at how much of a loser they were and how much better off you were without them to tie you down.’ He says and you look at him deeply before smiling. ‘Yeah they were a bit bland featured to be honest.’ You shyly admitted as vax laughed.

‘They’re bland as fuck and you are not, they’re a cunt and your far better then to let that twat have any ounce of power over you in any aspect, oh we can go see if I can pickpocket the bastard for everything their worth? Would that cheer you up?’ Vax asked as you mulled over the idea in your head, but it didn’t take long for you to want to see chaos ensue and you were quick to agree.

You and vax then ran off into the night like two giggling idiots, feeling a thousand times better then you were before.

Vex

‘Oh sweetheart that isn’t true, far from it.’ She’d say as she holds your face, wiping away your tears from your cheeks.

‘Then why would they say it.’ You said as you looked to her for answers within her eyes and Vex couldn’t help but feel her heart crack for you.

‘They’re not worth your tears, none at all if this is how they’re going to make you feel all the time.’ Vex told you as her bear companion huffed and cuddled into your side, sensing your sadness and distress and you were quick to run your hand through their fur in silent thanks.

‘I guess I shouldn’t have expected so much from them to begin with. After all nothing is set in stone.’ You murmured under your breath. ‘But it still hurts regardless.’

‘And it will my dear, it will hurt but sometimes it can motivate us into going the path we were meant to all along.’ Vex replied as watched you and trinket interact with hope in her heart that you’ll be okay, that you’ll be alright in due time.

‘Thanks vex, I really needed to hear that today.’ You tell her, only for trinket to huff as you laugh and ruffle their fur, ‘and yes thank you too trinket, thank you for the emotional support.’

Trinket huffed again but this time in triumph.

Percy wouldn’t know how to comfort you at first but would find it easier to just let you air out your grievances instead.

‘They said I’m bland and unappealing! Only to then call me childish when I showed that I wasn’t happy being called such, claiming I can’t handle the truth.’ You groaned as you fell in to the empty chair that awaited you. ‘What a fucking joke.’ You murmured.

‘What they said is uncalled for and rude on all accounts,’ Percy said calmly, ‘they claim it’s true but from the stories you’ve told me about them, they’re the most boring and unpleasant person to ever engage in a conversation with without feeling the need to bring up your topic of the weather.’ He adds and you snorted at his sarcastic tone.

‘Yeah, they do tend to find the most boring things and talk about them for hours, how I thought that was attractive I’ll never know, blinded I guess.’ You shrugged as you both began to shit talk about your former crush and nitpick at their every aspect with scrutinising detail.

‘They cannot tie a cravat properly to save his life.’ Percy quipped.

‘They avoid taverns because they don’t like the liveliness of them, nor the rowdiness.’ You add.

Percy scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘Pretentious prick.’

You jolted forward in your seat towards him as though you were going to tell him a secret. ‘He’s not even from a well known enough family for that Percy’s they just wanna act like they are.’ You swore you saw Percy smile before he hid it behind his hand.

‘How embarrassing.’ He mumbles.

‘I know right?!’ You exclaimed as throughout the night you and Percy spend most of it together and shit talking the rejection away.

Keyleth would immediately try to disprove this by taking you out to her garden and showing you all the flowers.

‘Why am I here keyleth? To show how unappealing I am in comparison to pretty flowers?’ You asked.

‘No! I brought you here to show that every flower within my garden is no less loved than the other, all of them are watered and properly cared for regardless of how they look or what they smell like.’ Keyleth replied as she made you look at the daises, lavenders, chrysanthemums, water lilies, thistle, roses, Lilly of the valley and many more as thought they were a kaleidoscope of beauty in all its forms.

‘They are indeed all beautiful in their own unique way.’ You mumbled as you brushed one of the petals of a rose. Keyleth smiled as she put her hands on your shoulders and giving them a squeeze.

‘All flowers are loved by someone and you will find someone who will love you just as much as a Gardner loves their flowers.’ She reassured you in a sweet yet calming voice. ‘For you are worthy of love just like these flowers and you’ll find them, it just takes a little time and patience to happen. So hold on tight because someone is out there looking for the prettiest flower; you.’ She finished and you smiled back at her, resting your hands on top of hers, feeling reassured.

‘Thanks keyleth, I really needed it.’ You replied.

Grog

‘Well they’re stupid.’ He’d say in response.

‘but what if they’re right?’ You asked, defeated. ‘What if I am boring and unappealing?’

Grog huffs. ‘Bullshit. You’re far from either boring or unappealing, they’re just weak shit and cowardly because they know they can’t handle someone like you.’

You’d lean into his side and smiling softly. ‘Thanks for cheering me up Grog, I really needed it.’

‘No problem buddy.’ He smiles as he pats your head as a moment of silence passed between you two. ‘So…do you wanna fuck up some bad guys to relive the stress?’ He then asks and you smiled at him.

‘You don’t even have to ask.’ You tell him as you both set off to kick some ass.

[f4ggydog]

Big dick lottie having her way with jackie in doomcoming instead of travis bc “it’s what the wilderness wants” and jackie doesn’t wanna die a virgin

warnings: this is both smut and dubcon incoming. if you're uncomfortable with either or are a minor, please leave. thank you!

"I heard your conversation with shauna." lottie kneels down next to jackie, donning her antler queen outfit fitted with her crown. jackie's not interested in much chit chat with her. she wants travis to crawl on top of her and get this over with. if she's not going to make it out of this forest, she won't do so without losing her virginity.

"that's none of your business," jackie replies.

"no, I think it is my business actually. do you think you could get away with what you were about to do so easily?"

"leave me alone," jackie grumbles. "you can't blame a girl for trying. I've gotta lose it one way or another."

"so you give up your dignity to a pathetic man who doesn't even give a shit about you? a pathetic scumbag who's supposed to be with nat?"

"oh please, as if either of them give a shit about each other. they're both just in it for the sex. and so am i."

"you know what we call girls like that, jackie?"

jackie rolls her eyes and leaves no room for a response. she stands up and attempts to leave, but lottie drags her back down by her dress.

"I didn't say you could leave."

"you're such a weirdo," jackie mumbles, attempting to leave again. lottie doesn't allow her to. she's adamant about jackie staying and she won't let her little captain leave until fun has been had.

"where do you think you're going?" lottie interrogates, shoving jackie fiercely into the dirt. jackie winces and her legs wiggle as lottie stands tall and proud above her.

"you're being a freak," jackie complains. it's all she's done since she entered the wilderness. not pitch in, not assist with chores, not collaborate as a team, but complain and whine. and she was a sad excuse for a captain. she could hardly hold her own out here. it all started to make sense why coach chose her for her passion and not her skill.

"and you base your worth on your virginity," lottie chuckles, shaking her head. "fucking depressing. do you think you exist as breeding material alone, jackie?"

"okay, geez. what the fuck are you on about?"

"if you want to act like a horny bitch," lottie says. "you may, but you won't be doing it with him."

lottie gingerly lifts up jackie's dress before ripping the end piece off. a wet patch in her underwear is revealed and lottie almost cackles at the irony of her confusion yet immediate arousal.

"no exaggeration there," lottie says. "you really are just a horny bitch, jackie. and your virginity's all you're worth, isn't it?"

"that's not true," jackie protests. "you know that."

"you think im gonna be generous towards you?" lottie's cock begs to poke out from under her own dress. "do you think sluts like you deserve compassion, jackie?"

"i-i..."

"answer the fucking question. or I'll put my cock in your asshole instead of your warm cunt. would you like that, jackie? you'd still have your virginity if I anally fucked you after all!"

"fuck alright." jackie hesitantly pulls down her underwear, miserably anticipating what comes next. she should've never let that conversation topic leave her mouth. then again, with what she found in shauna's journal, she wouldn't have an ounce of shock if shauna snitched to lottie.

"so now you're finally starting to get it," lottie responds. fantastic. spread your legs a little wider, jax."

jackie doesn't follow her command. lottie crouches down and forcefully spreads jackie's legs open. she snickers at the thought of rutting into jackie dry. there was no pleasure in this encounter. this was merely punishment for jackie's lust. how dare she lust over another, let alone a man at that. the thought of seeing them mate like rabbits made lottie ill.

lottie's dress doesn't come cleanly off. she tears it off so erratically that there's no way it's in shape to be worn after turning jackie's cunt into a sore puddle.

"and this couldn't be done with travis?" jackie groans, lottie's underwear becoming a torn mess that paired beautifully with the tattered dress.

"its the most infuriating thing to watch you lose your virginity to a man because some teen romance movie told you to," lottie growls. "if you wanna get fucked so bad, it mind as well be with me."

lottie forces her tip inside without prior teasing. she's massive, stretching out jackie with her insanely veiny dick to a limit jackie didn't even recognize was possible. she gulps, not adjusting whatsoever despite the wetness. goosebumps form on her skin and her legs tremble.

"I've only got the head in," lottie pants. "fuck, I already wanna cum inside of you. already wanna give you my babies, you useless bimbo."

"fuck," jackie curses, her legs trying to close and force lottie's cock out. every effort from her legs is fruitless and she finds lottie pushing herself deeper. jackie's terrified that her cervix might get smashed throughout this process. but lottie doesn't go any easier on her.

"you're lucky the others aren't around to watch this. you're such an ungrateful bitch. you wanted to get fucked so bad and now you've got the audacity to complain? I don't wanna fucking hear it."

lottie could be going a lot faster, jackie supposes. she's tightening around lottie's cock, but it could be worse right? isn't this what she wanted? didn't she want to give up her virginity tonight?

but this was no sex scene in those movies. there was no passion, a drought of romance. there's not even sprinkles of love. it's just feral mating, animalistic even. and jackie wasn't sure if she would last with only half of lottie in her.

[gamerbunny1996]

Jschlatt x famous streamer

Heyyaaa!!! how are you doing?? I have a request for Jschlatt obviously. (sorry if my english is bad it’s not my language.) Jschlatt x famous streamer reader, maybe she’s a guest at Chuckle Sandwich or either a contestant at Jschlatt’s love or host. Honestly i have no clue so i’ll leave that up to you if you want. Asked by: @mikeytheweirdoo

Thank you for the request I tried really hard so I hope it's what you wanted if not please let me know I can try again. -Bunny

“We have a a special guest today don’t we Schlatt” Ted said.Schlatt looked right into the camera with an “kill me now look”. “Hello Y/N welcome to Chuckle sandwich” Ted spoke to you. “Hi it’s nice to be here”you say waving to the camera. Soon ed started to rub his hands together and gave an evil look. “I think todays topic should be about celebrity crushes we all have one but some are kinda weird” Ted telling you about what the podcast will be about today. Ted knew what he was doing he knew who Schlatt liked and that is you. So why not get him to admit it to you.

“Oh… alright then” you spoke out a little confused why that’s the topic he picked. “I think it's only fair we all mention our celebrity crush” Schlatt rolled his eyes. “Is this some teen girl's sleepover or something.” you laugh at that comment. “We have to put on PJs now,” you said laughing. “Great Idea y/n” tucker but into the conversation. The laughing soon died down and Ted spoke up. “So y/n your pretty famous streamer do you get a lot of people crushing on you” you took a minute to think about all your fans. “Yeah I do actually I don't mind though it just boosts my confidence” Schlatt just rolls his eyes knowing damn well he is one to crush on you. Ted smiles at your comment. Soon the conversation turned to statistics about how often women crush over women and men crush over men. It was a very interesting conversation and Schlatt defended the fact that it's not gay to crush on a man that is a hot celebrity.

Laughing along to the argument, Schlatt can't help but notice your bright smile while enjoying the conversation. He loves that he is making you laugh. He just wants to hear it over and over again. Soon the conversation calms down and he just stays silent smiling and staring at you on his computer screen. If he could he would have just you without Tucker and Ted being there but it's a group call so he can't.

“So y/n who's your celebrity crush” Schlatt heard Ted asked. His eyes grew not ready for your answer. “That's a tough one. What do we count as a celebrity crush? are we talking like all that includes YouTubers and streamers or like just movie stars and musicians” you asked. “All” Ted winked. “I have a few you could say (insert celebrity crush that isn't Jschlatt) or (and another) but if we are going like on a deeper level Schlatts pretty cute for being this big scary guy” everyone's eyes grew open not expecting you to say that when Schlatt was in the call. “Was not expecting that," Tuckerqqq said. Jschlatt was trying not to scream with joy.

“That's cool,” he said, trying to act calm. Ted started to grin very wide. “Schlatt who is yours” that's when Schlatt froze, not ready to say anything. “I don't have one” he crossed his arms and leaned back on his chair” soon a knock can be heard. “Oh sorry guys give me a second” you mute yourself and went off screen for a second. During that time Ted and Schlatt were having a stare off. “I think Schlatt here has a huge crush on y/n” Ted spoke. Schlatts face grew red. “I do not” he tried to argue. Before Ted can say more you came back and unmuted yourself. “Sorry guys big bro brought me my drink I ordered” putting your headphones on you notice the staring match between Ted and Schlatt. “I was gone for like two seconds what happened” raising your eyebrow. “Schlatt is just being a grouch so let's talk about meet ups with fans”

Smiling and taking a drink from your cup you replied. “That shit can become wild, it's insane love meeting my fans but some are too much so I try not to do stuff like that” all three nod their heads in agreement.

After a while of talking about crazy fan experiences Ted decided to ask Schlatt one last question. “We know you have a crush on someone just tell us we all said ours” blushing hard Schlatt turned his head away. “Already said no one” laughing a little at Schlatt’s response. “Your face says different” you smile at him. He looked at you and saw you smile. Melting he gave in “fine I got to say you toots your my stupid celebrity crush” shock at his response you still smiled. “Well glad I'm not alone” he smiled at your response. “Alright you two love birds it's the end of the podcast” Ted stopping the two of you from making out over the screens.

Once the podcast ended Ted and Tucker left to give you two some alone time. “You're really beautiful I hope you know that” Schlatt says, shying away. “Why are you acting all shy, big guy” he turned his head to his monitor, rolling his eyes at you. “You can flirt with all kinds of people but me you get all shy on that's so unfair” you jokes making him smile. “You're different alright I actually like you compared to the rest” soon you blush as well. “Whatever” you turn your head away so Schlatt can't see your face. “So maybe I can take you on a date” turning you head up you smiled. “That would be amazing” he smiled back as well. “So where do you live?” he asked “oh I live in Florida.” He smiled, “I'll book a flight as soon as possible.”

[daisynik7]

Out of Time Part Two - Nanami x f!reader

Click here for Part One!

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: PIV sex (doggy, cowgirl), cunnilingus, fingering, spit play, nipple play, cum-eating, dirty talk, cream pie, multiple orgasms, just downright filthy smut, alright?

Word Count: ~3.7k

Summary: Finished with your thesis, and a huge weight lifted off your shoulders, you can finally focus on the only other thing occupying your mind the past forty-eight hours: Kento Nanami, the man you met two nights ago at your favorite bar, the one you shared an unforgettable evening with. Through serendipity, and with a little help from your friends, two well-acquainted strangers reconnect for one more night. Author's Notes: The very smutty part two of this little fic! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thank you!

One last tap of your mouse on the Submit button and your thesis is complete. A week from today, you’re scheduled to present it in front of your faculty advisor and a few other professors, which you’re not concerned about considering you’ve dedicated hundreds of hours of research to this topic. A week after that, you’ll be handed your diploma, officially a graduate. With the written portion finished, you feel a giant burden lifted off your shoulders, one that’s been weighing on you since the start of the semester. For the first time in months, you’re free. 

You collapse onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling, smiling. Besides ridding yourself of the dreaded essay, there’s another big reason why you’re giddy: Kento Nanami. You’ve tried your best to keep him in the back of your mind, at least until you submitted your paper. However, it’s been quite the challenge, especially after the unforgettable evening the two of you shared two nights ago. It’s a faraway dream you let yourself indulge in. Too good to be true, too perfect to be real. You said your goodbyes without exchanging phone numbers. Still, it doesn’t hurt to fantasize about it. Right?

You check your phone for the first time since yesterday, basically isolating yourself from the outside world. There are several texts from Gina, making sure you’re alive. A couple from other group chats, the usual collection of messages you’re used to seeing after staying offline for more than a day. However, one from an unknown number captures your attention. You’re almost certain it’s spam, ready to block and delete without a second thought. You check it anyways, unprepared for what you’re about to read.

~~~

Two nights ago

Nanami presses his palms together, almost in prayer, tapping his fingers to his nose. He stares at Gojo, who has that typical shit-eating grin plastered on his face, typing away on his phone. After several minutes of discussion, Nanami agrees to accept Gojo’s help to reconnect with the woman he kissed tonight, the one who left him with this odd fluttering sensation in his belly.

“Alright. I sent it. Now we wait,” Gojo says, stretching his arms out. When there’s no response within five minutes, he stands up, getting ready to sleep, leaving his phone on the bed. Nanami is too anxious to leave his current position, willing for a reply to come soon. Thankfully, the universe grants his wishes, the phone vibrating and flashing a notification with Gina’s name on it. 

“Gojo, she texted you back,” he yells out to his friend, staring at the screen. He’s tempted to check the message himself, but Nanami is still a man of reason, not wanting to invade his friend’s personal property.

“You can read it,” Gojo says from the bathroom, sounding like he has a toothbrush shoved in his mouth. “Go ahead, buddy. I know you want to.”

With permission granted, he unlocks the phone, clicking on the familiar icon to view their conversation:

Gojo: Hey beautiful, can you give me your friend’s #? Nanami is smitten and the dumbass forgot to ask for it.

Gina: LOL I’ll give it but tell the croissant man to text her AFTER she submits her thesis.

Gina: so in 2 days

Gina: and tell him she’s smitten too.

Nanami can’t contain his smile at the last text. 

~~~

You read the message, so surprised, you double back and do it again, this time more carefully. 

Hi, this is Nanami. Congrats on finishing your thesis. If you’re free tonight, we should celebrate.

A rush of thoughts invades your mind. Somehow, he found your number, most likely from Gojo, who asked Gina. But it’s the fact that he wanted to find you, to contact you, that has your head spinning in a pleasant frenzy. You were convinced that after that night, you’d never see him again. You also assumed that him living in Tokyo, almost one hour from here, would be a deal breaker. But if there’s one thing you learned about Nanami that fateful night, it’s that he’s a man of many surprises. 

His last sentence sticks out to you the most. He’s offering to celebrate tonight. Does that mean he’s willing to take the hour-long journey just to see you? Or is it possible that he’s here? Not one to entertain mysteries, you decide to give him a call instead of responding through text. First, you save his number under his name, resisting the strong urge to add a little heart emoji next to it, then you prepare yourself before dialing. 

After two rings, he picks up. “Hello?”

“Hi, Nanami. It’s me.”

He chuckles softly. “It’s you.”

“I’d love to take you up on your offer. Maybe we can meet halfway so you don’t have to travel so far.”

“That’s unnecessary. I’m actually still here.” He hesitates before continuing. “I booked the hotel room for a few more nights. Gojo left and it’s just me.” Another pause. “I’m not trying to seduce you or anything, but I would really like to see you again.”

You giggle to yourself, though you’re sure he hears it too, with the way you catch the hitch in his breath. “Me too. Let’s meet at the same bar then, tonight at 8. We can grab a drink or something.”

“Or something,” he repeats, the grin on his face audible through the phone. “That sounds wonderful. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Oh, and Nanami?”

“Yes?”

“Maybe I’m in the mood to be seduced tonight.”

With that, you hang up, smirking, heading to your closet to find the perfect outfit.

~~~

Nanami doesn’t get flustered easily, but whatever powers this woman possesses over him, it’s working. Because he is most definitely flustered. 

Maybe I’m in the mood to be seduced tonight.

Her parting words replay in his head over and over. In all honestly, it shouldn’t surprise him, considering what they almost did inside that karaoke room. Still, he’s caught off guard by her boldness. And very much turned on. He paces his hotel room, checking his watch to calculate how much time he has until they meet. A couple hours to go. He’s tempted to call her and see her now, but he doesn’t want to come on too strong. He reminds himself that patience is a virtue, and tonight will be well worth the wait. There are a few errands he thinks of to distract himself, the day passing relatively quickly until it’s time for him to get ready. 

He steps out of the hotel around 7:50 PM, dressed in his typical attire: tan suit, navy blue dress shirt underneath, and his signature spotted tie. His glasses are tucked inside his breast pocket for safe keeping. As he crosses the street to approach the bar, he feels the nerves jittering through his body. He doesn’t want this to end up being a big disappointment, for either him or her. 

Upon entering, he doesn’t expect to see her yet. Nanami is used to being early to things; he prides himself in being punctual, and rarely expects that from anyone else. So when he does spot her, standing at one end of the bar, stunning in a black dress that accentuates her beauty in the most dazzling way, all his worries disappear. The only thought in his mind is that he wants this woman, needs this woman. And if it’s only for one more night, he’s going to make the most out of it. 

She immediately notices him, a bright smile on her face as he walks towards her. With a wave, she greets him. “Nanami. You found me.”

“I found you,” he responds, returning her grin. “Congrats on finishing your thesis.”

“Thank you. I’m so relieved.” 

There’s a slight pause as Nanami studies her, trying not to be too obvious. She does the same, her eyes slowly checking him out from head to toe. Deciding to be completely candid tonight, no holding back, he says, “You’re beautiful.”

She giggles, averting her gaze away from him, nervous. “Thank you.”

“Why did you have to wear a dress like this tonight?” he asks, leaning closer to her. He wants to touch her hand, hold it between his. The memory of them dancing together in the karaoke room the other night feels distant; he wants to remember the softness of her skin, the way their fingers lock together perfectly. 

“Do you not like it?” she asks.

“You know I do.”

“So what’s the matter?” She bats her eyelashes, teasing him. She knows exactly what she’s doing. 

Something in him snaps. He can’t control himself anymore. The desire to finish what they started takes over. Bowing his head, he whispers in her ear, “I’m trying to be good, I really am.”

With a wicked smirk on her face, she replies, “I don’t want you to be good. I want you to be mine.”

Minutes later, they’re stepping into the elevator of the hotel, hand-in-hand, Nanami’s face flush, anticipating what’s about to occur. Once the doors close, he remains still, desperately wishing she makes the first move. Seconds in, his wish is granted. She tugs at his tie, pulling him in for a kiss, hungry and eager. His hands roam to her waist, gripping her tightly, fingertips pressed shallow into her flesh through the fabric. He can’t wait to strip this off her, worship her bare body, touch every centimeter of her supple skin. Run his tongue along her most sensitive spots, make her whimper in pleasure. It’s all he’s thought about the last two nights. 

Once inside the room, he gently pushes her against the closed door, kissing her deeply, tongue swirling around hers. His fingers reach for the zipper behind her dress, slowly pulling it down until it’s split, exposing her back. He feels for the clasp of her bra, undoing it in an instant. She undresses from the top, shoving the clothing off her shoulders and wiggling out, now naked from the waist up. He admires her breast before dipping down to wrap his lips around her nipple, tugging at it between his lips as she hums in pleasure. He’s gentle with her, unsure what her limit is when it comes to things like this. But he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back. 

“You can suck them harder, if you want,” she whispers, watching him. “I like it a little rough.”

It takes everything in him to not growl on the spot. He feels like an animal in heat, lust fueling every carnal desire he possesses. Permission granted, he suckles at her peaked tits, his entire mouth surrounding her breast. His free hand grasps at her other nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, teasing her until she swears wantonly,  “Oh fuck!” Her head thrown back against the door, eyes shut tight, fingers buried in his blonde hair. He flicks his thumb across her swollen teat when he relaxes his grip. He wants her sore and satiated when he’s done with her. Test out all the ways he can make her come, whether from his cock, his fingers, his mouth. Whatever he can do; he wants to give her his all tonight. 

In a haste, he sheds his tan blazer, tossing it to the floor. The rest of his outfit follows, until he’s clad only in his briefs, with his erection tight against the fabric, a spot of precum leaking through. She makes her way to the bed, sliding the rest of her dress off, panties clinging to her, waiting for him. He hurries over, grinning as he positions himself beside her, caressing her cheek, kissing her slowly, relishing the way her mouth melts into his. His fingers gradually trail down, memorizing every curve of her body, in case they run out of time again. He’s unsure what the future holds for them. So he’ll spend the entire night if he has to, learning everything about her until he knows her like the back of his hand, until she’s familiar in his mind.  

He breaks the kiss to latch his mouth onto her breast, cupping it in one hand, his other between her legs, silk panties already damp. Rubbing at the wet spot, his cock twitches, feeling her arousal on his fingertips. She spreads her legs wider, moaning, running her fingers along his tousled hair. “I love it, Nanami. I love it.”

He hooks his finger around the crotch of her panties, sliding it off completely. With a pop, he releases her from his mouth, kneeling beside her to study her naked form. “God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

She sits up, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m the lucky one.”

“We’re both lucky, then,” he says, nuzzling his nose to hers. 

Giggling, she presses her lips to his. “Didn’t think you’d be this lovey-dovey.”

“Do you want me to be mean? I can do that too.” He nips at her bottom lip, smirking. 

She laughs again. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Oh, you’re asking for it, aren’t you? Naughty girl.” He grabs at one of her ass cheeks, squeezing at her plush flesh. “Always trying to seduce me.” 

“Who, me? I’m innocent,” she teases, pouting at him. She palms the erection confined in his briefs. He bucks his hips at the contact, swearing, “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. I need to taste you now.”

Leaning back against the pillows, she spreads her thighs wide with a wicked look on her face. “Go ahead, then. Help yourself.”

~~~

Your cheeks are hot with arousal, nipples swollen and sensitive from Nanami’s torment. His erection is strained beneath his underwear, unbearably uncomfortable. He slips his thumb beneath the band and slides it down his legs, boner springing free against his abdomen. Your pussy throbs, yearning for his thick girth inside you. Without wasting any more time, he positions himself between your legs, flicking his tongue at your clit. His lips surround you, sucking at your bud until it’s plump in his mouth, swishing his spit around it. Pleasure radiates from your core, causing you to spasm. He hums against your skin, amused at your reaction, his movements becoming sloppier by the second the deeper he dives into you. He teases his middle finger along you entrance. “Can I finger you?” he asks, voice muffled as his tongue continues to work on you. 

You nod erratically, willing to agree to whatever he offers you. He slides in slowly, the lewd squelch of his thick finger against wet skin enough to push you close to the edge. He inserts his ring finger next to the middle, curling the tips as far as they can reach, brushing your sweet spot. That, in conjunction with the relentless slurping of your clit, has you in a fucked-out daze. 

Without warning, he pulls out of you, causing you to whine from the sudden emptiness. He studies his digits, glistening in your arousal, and sticks them inside his mouth. You watch with your tongue lolling out of your mouth in a dumb expression, in awe as he slurps and swallows your slick like a treat he’s been waiting for all fucking night. He smiles at you, meeting your gaze, clearly enjoying your expression at the little stunt he just performed. “Are you okay?” he asks, lowering himself back towards your pussy, waiting for your answer before he resumes. 

You nod once more, too bewitched by him to respond coherently. He spits on your pussy, thick and syrupy, smearing it over your puffy clit. He repeats this a few times, drenching you in his warm saliva. Suddenly, it’s all too much. There’s tightness in your abdomen, body becoming rigid as your reach your high. That doesn’t stop him; he continues to lap at your arousal, growling, “Come all over my face. Give it to me.” It’s not until your twitching from overstimulation that he slows down. With one last kiss, he pulls off, mouth and chin sticky with your cum. He licks around his lips, collecting whatever he can to swallow. You start to relax against the mattress, head dizzy from the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Still, you’re aching to feel him deep inside you. 

“Don’t stop,” you utter. “I want you inside me.”

He looks at you, concerned. “Are you sure?”

You reach for him, tugging him close to you. “Absolutely sure. Don’t hold back on me.” 

Chuckling in that low, sexy voice, he answers, “As you wish, princess.” He sits up beside you, rolling you on top of him so that you’re straddling his lap. “I want you like this,” he whispers into your ear, giving you a smack on your ass. You drape your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him securely, ready for the ride. He guides his cock inside you, slipping in smoothly. Breath hot on your ear, he asks, “Can you give me another one? Just one more before I come?”

You nod lazily without speaking, rocking your hips against him, hooked on the feeling of him buried deep inside you. He bounces you on his cock like his own personal sex doll, body pliant, slamming down easily on his dick. It’s addicting, the way he pumps into you, fucking your sweet spot like it’s never been fucked before. “Does this feel good? When I fuck this pretty pussy?” He scatters chaste kisses along your neck, dewy from perspiration. 

“Yes, oh fuck yes,” you manage to say weakly, all your energy drained from being fucked into a frenzy.   

“Make yourself come again. Want it really creamy,” he huffs, head bowed, watching his dick disappear in and out of your tight cunt. You moan at his filthy words, reaching between you, toying with your slippery bud. It doesn’t take long for you to come again, your sticky mess coating his cock with each thrust. “I’m coming!” you cry out, clenching his broad shoulders. 

He follows, shooting his load inside you, thrusting until every last drop is released into your womb. You kiss him passionately, clinging to him closely, enough to feel the subtle thump of his heartbeat through his chest. It’s intimate the way your bodies meld to together, seamless and a perfect fit. Like it was truly meant to be. 

You carefully lift yourself off his lap, collapsing next to him. You’re spent, light-headed from pleasure, convinced that the both of you have hit your limit. But, as always, Nanami surprises you. “I’m not done with you yet,” he says, dragging you roughly to the edge of the bed where he stands, grip firm around your waist. “I want to fuck my cum even deeper inside you. Fill you up so it’s leaking out until tomorrow morning. Think you can take it?”

This switch in behavior doesn’t alarm you; in fact, it spurs you on, makes you instantly forget about your foggy brain and tired limbs. You crane your neck to look at him, meeting his lust-filled gaze. “Oh fuck, Nanami. I want it. Give it to me.”

He doesn’t hold back, per your request from earlier, and he does give it to you, fucking you feverishly into the mattress. Face buried into a pillow, biting to muffle the shameless moans spilling out of your mouth with each savage thrust. The bed frame starts to creak, his movements becoming more erratic as he approaches his second climax. He sputters nonsense, spilling inside you, too sensitive now to speak coherently. It takes a moment for him to calm down, pulling out slowly to watch his cum dribble out of you. With a pleased smile on your face, you crawl towards the middle of the bed, not caring about the mess, and retreat under the covers, closing your eyes. You feel the bed sink, Nanami joining beside you, arms wrapping you in a snug embrace, lips pressed to your forehead. 

“I’m sorry,” he starts. “I got a little carried away. I’m not usually like this.”

You let out a small laugh, opening your lids halfway. “That’s what they all say,” you tease him, resting your palm on his chest. 

“I mean it. If you feel at all concerned or offended by this, I – ”

You interrupt, placing a finger to his lips, shushing him. “Nanami, I liked it. A lot.” You hesitate before admitting, “I like you. A lot.”

His eyes widen at your confession. “What?”

Giggling, you repeat, “I like you, Nanami. I want to keep seeing you.” Suddenly, you feel embarrassed. You’re not even sure if he feels the same way about you. Quickly, you add, “If you don’t feel the same way, I understand. I can leave now if you want me to –”

It’s his turn to interrupt, this time with a kiss. It’s slow and smooth, no rush. When he breaks away, he whispers, “I like you, too. A lot. A whole lot.” 

You kiss again, relief and glee swelling in your chest. The two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms, his chin tucked to the top of your head, your face nestled into the crook of his neck. Your steady heartbeats lulling you into a peaceful slumber. 

~~~

Nanami can’t remember the last time he felt this kind of joy. In all honestly, maybe this is the first. 

He wakes up in the morning, the sun streaming through the curtain windows, illuminating his hotel room with a brilliant golden light. Best of all, she’s snuggled into his body, comfortable and cozy, as if she belongs here. It feels right. 

He watches her for a while before her eyelids flutter open. Catching him, she yawns, “Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost 10. We have to check out soon.”

Frowning, she says, “We’re out of time again.” 

He nuzzles his nose to hers. “Just for today. But you and me, we have all the time in the world now, don’t we?”

She beams at him. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”

They cuddle in silence for a few more moments before she suggests, “Want to get some croissants?”

Unable to contain his smile, he responds, “I thought you’d never ask.”

[hannahssimblr]

Shane arrives in the late afternoon, and suddenly we are five. In the aftermath of the storm, when the tarmac is black and the air is fragrant with petrichor we hike to the touristy side of the beach to have drinks at the Surf Shack. We wipe rain off the picnic benches and sit overlooking the sea. It’s choppy, the sand pockmarked with puddles, but the humid heaviness the last few days spent building has been lifted away, leaving crisp, fresh air in its place. At least for now.

Jen starts demanding everyone’s highlight reel of the past year after only two minutes of small talk, and we talk about how Joe broke his wrist playing frisbee, Jen applied to eleven business schools because she didn’t know what else to put on the forms, and Shane lost his virginity to some girl called Aishling in January, though getting that tidbit is like dragging information from a stone. To distract from our nudges and kissy noises Shane asks me about Michelle, which doesn't help, because then I have to tell them all that we broke up.

It instantly zaps the fun out of things and makes the boys awkward. They grumble vague condolences and start looking around the place like they can pull a less depressing topic of conversation out of the air. I remind myself not to mention her again. 

But they don’t have to sit in this particular discomfort for long, because our drinks arrive, carried by Liam, who invites a brand new one by lingering around the table and trying to make conversation. I grit my teeth and remember to be nice.

“Ah look who’s here!” He beams, “the gang are back together!”

“Hi Liam!” Jen’s tone is straining with enthusiasm, “good to see you again, you done your leaving cert?”

“I am indeed! Finished up there last week, t’was some slog, I’ll tell you that. I was just dying to get back out here to the beach and do a bit of surfing. The first group of kids doing the classes are to be down now on the first week of July, and sure then it’s go go go! But look, sure it’s great craic altogether, can’t complain.”

He’s met with blank stares. 

“Oh yeah! Sounds fun.” Jen says after a beat, “Well, it’s nice to see-”

“Having any parties or anything like that this summer?” he asks. 

“Um, well we’re not sure, but if we do we’ll invite you.” I give her a subtle kick beneath the table, which is a mistake, because she turns her huge, beaming smile on me. Her eyes glint threateningly, “You should ask Jude though, we’re staying at his house, so he gets to decide.”

“Yeah,” I say, “Um, we’ll invite you to whatever we’re doing, we just don’t know yet.” Fine. I want to say to Jen. I’ll invite him, but you can take care of him in the toilet when he’s hammered and sick after one beer. 

“That’d be so cool, thanks!” he says, “and I’ve something you can do too, as it happens. My dad is having the first karaoke night of the year down at the local pub next week, you know, just to kind of usher in the beginning of the busy season. You should definitely come along.”

“Karaoke?” Joe echoes, “you want us to sing songs?”

“Well who doesn’t like a good auld sing-song? It’ll be a bit of fun.”

“Probably not,” Joe then turns to Kasper to try and explain to him what is happening in simple English. “Nah, Karaoke, like, singing, and shit” he mutters, “like,” he holds an invisible microphone to his mouth, “la la la, bla bla bla, like, that, like.”

Look, maybe,” I tell Liam, “I don’t think we’re exactly singers here, but we might come to the pub anyway for a few drinks.”

“You might be compelled to belt out a tune or two while you’re there.”

“Stranger things have happened.”

“Alright!” he starts walking back to the Surf Shack, turning one more time to point into our faces, “Think of ye’re songs between now and then, will ya? Just in case you change your mind at some stage!” 

Jen looks at me expectantly once he’s gone, and I immediately groan, slumping in my seat under the weight of her expectation. “Fine, I’ll invite him to whatever party, Jen, but I’m not fucking doing karaoke.” 

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[the-sinister-story-teller]

we definitely need to see Charlie and male y/ns wedding, that story made me so happy and was written so well, Charlie would be the greatest partner ever

A/n: We really do though, and im more than HAPPY to write it! She would be the best partner!!

Will you..?~Charlie x Male!Reader (Part 2)

Mentions: Fluff!

Topic: Charlie and Y/n's wedding day!<3

"Shit!!" You hissed, holding your hand tightly as Angel peeked over, rushing to aid.

"Can you stop gettin' hurt before your weddin' damnit?!" Angel joked, wrapping the cut on your hand. It had been a bit since you and Charlie proposed to one another. You were partially in your suit, only you didn't have your jacket on, as you were trying to help set things up. Angel WAS supposed to be helping Charlie get ready. Nobody would let you help though, as for some rule you found kind of dumb.

"Can't help it...I have to help get shit done!" You exclaimed as Angel groaned, standing up.

"Ok fine, but I'm tellin' Lucifer, and I'm gonna go help Charlie." Angel sighed, walking off. Not long after, Lucifer approached you while you were setting some chairs up. You were stressing out, trying to have everything perfect. You wanted it perfect for Charlie, despite knowing she wouldn't mind it either way.

"You're stressing yourself out again Y/n." Lucifer said sternly as you winced, groaning.

"Yeah I-...Ugh...I know...I just want this to be perfect for Charlie.." You muttered and Lucifer shook his head.

"We've had this conversation too many times Y/n. She doesn't care what it-"

"I know she doesn't, but she deserves it." You firmly spoke as Lucifer went wide eyed for a bit before chuckling.

"You spoil her rotten," Lucifer laughed, patting your shoulder the best he could. "I knew you were right for her. You're doing great Y/n, don't think little of yourself when Charlie thinks so much of you."

"Thanks...Uh...Lucifer-" He cut you off instantly.

"Don't mention it." He chuckled, walking off to go help others. You kept on working, sitting down with some water.

"My, quite the worker today aren't you Y/n!" A radio tuned voice chuckled, making you grimace.

"Alastor...The hell do you want now." You snapped and Alastor cooed.

"Nothing! Can't a friend congratulate you for your marriage?" He chuckled, his grin burning into your head.

"I barely consider you an acquaintance, let alone a friend," You retorted, before continuing, "But thank you. I appreciate it-"

"Y/n! Go get ready!! You're supposed to be completely in your suit and waiting!" Nifty snapped, swatting a feather duster at your legs as you shrieked, jumping up.

"Ok, Ok! Damn I will! Sheesh..." You hissed under your breath, going up to the podium to wait, checking your watch expentently.

"Calm down Y/n. Nothing is late." Husk assured. You've known Husk for ages in hell. You knew about how Alastor was to him and everything. So, in result to that, he had the honor of being your best man.

"I just...Guess I've just got the jitters is all, heh." You laughed nervously, as you watched people sit down. A lot were close friends to Charlie. Rosie and some others from Cannibal Town, Carmilla Carvine shockingly enough, and residents of the hotel. You nor Charlie didn't mind it, you both actually appreciated their appearance.

"It's natural kid. Just ease up and focus on Charlie, alright?" Husk assured. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes before feeling a thump on your leg, opening your eyes, you went to look at Husk, but your gaze was directed to the beauty before you. Charlie was walking down the aisle, dressed in a gorgeous scarlet gown, with white lace at the end of the dress and around the rims. You stopped yourself from letting your jaw drop...

~CHARLIE POV~

I felt so anxious for some reason. It wasn't like me to feel this way, but I guess I was just nervous about everyone watching me. Dad let me hold his arm all the way, and I can't help but thank him for it. He was getting along with Y/n so well, like they were the best of friends. I couldn't help but giggle to myself as I waltzed down. My eyes met Y/n's, and I wasn't shocked to see him staring in utter shock. Only thing was, is if it was good shock or bad shock... I stepped onto the podium, facing Y/n fully now.

"Charlie you...Wow...You're breathtakingly beautiful..." He uttered quietly, making me snicker.

"You're stunning yourself Y/n..!" I muttered back. I wasn't sure who the 'pastor' wedding us was, but I didn't care. He began to introduce the crowd, and do all that wedding stuff. I was partially listening, but my mind was solely on Y/n. He looked so spiffy and formal in the suit, it was adorable! Once we got the the verses, he spoke his first, stammering on his lines every now and then. I can't hold back a giggle as he did so, before I spoke my lines confidently and proudly.

"Charlie, do you take Y/n L/n as your loving husband?" The pastor spoke, as I nodded.

"I do."

"Y/n, do you take Charlie Morningstar as your wedded wife?" The pastor asked Y/n, as he went bright red and nodded softly.

"I do.." He muttered, and the pastor couldn't even finish his next sentence before we kissed.

Oh do I adore Y/n..

[tirfpikachu]

as someone who has a complete distrust of anyone who labels themselves as radfems since they seem to be (at least a loud minority on every platform) straight up right-wing and racist, thank you for reminding me that some of yall are sane and normal. i don't consider myself a radical feminist by any means and i still dont want to touch the radfem community w a 10ft pole (im a transmasc lesbian of colour... i just cant trust it) but its cool to know theres some people who are normal over there. rock on

THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! I RARELY GET SUPPORT FROM YOUR SIDE OF THE TUNGLR BORDER SO I TRULY REALLY APPRECIATE IT 🙏 this made me smile so much!

i really am trying very hard to build my lil corner of radblr and encourage nuance, as well as fighting bigotry and tradwife type shit within radfem spaces! i'm trying to make people realize that all marginalized folks can learn to be better allies to one another, while still acknowledging afab/female-specific oppression & celebrating all kinds of gayness, including exclusive same-sex (agab) attraction; aka what's traditionally been called homosexuality. i want to welcome everyone who directly faces or has faced misogyny irl into complex feminist discussions in good faith without aggression, without slurs or unnecessary personal attacks. i want radfem/nuancefem talks to involve terms like male/female as purely sex-based terms like amab/afab, and for trans men to not be any less of a man in society just bc they're female, and ofc for trans women to be as much my sisters as any cis/bio woman so long as they still recognize their male/amab upbringing, and show equal respect to me & my specific struggles as a female person. i have had incredible talks with all kinds of folks in my server! from transmasc radfems to the most wonderful transfem allies, and some folks who add intersex/DSD nuance to our conversations. i don't believe in misgendering, slurs, or anything of the sort to do anything other than harm ppl who struggle with a very debilitating disorder, dysphoria, one that i struggled with for years and years. that's not the way to help anyone! we do still need more open talks about detransition, and plans on how to prevent even more detransitioners, since there really is a higher number of detrans cases than ever before. people who now, like me, struggle with reverse dysphoria and often need expensive procedures. i also want us to talk about transfem experiences, and just gnc male experiences in general, not just to offer support but also learn more about the intricacies of the patriarchy which is essential for my specific brand of radical feminism. i've nicknamed it as tirfism, or me being a nuancefem - a feminist who is against the way mainstream feminism & qweer activism is currently handling female-specific and homosexual issues, and aims to foster nuance on complex topics!

there are more of us than you'd ever imagine, and we're finally managing to find eachother. i highly recommend reading through @pokegyns for more nuanced takes from my lovely server friends. i believe trans voices are essential to nuancefeminism and tirfism, and i'm very blessed to have lovely transmasc & transfem mods on my server. they provide fascinating insights that we really need right now. it's also very comforting to know that there are nuanced trans people in the modern world... sometimes it feels like the lgbt community is completely close-minded to discussions of female-specific oppression and homosexuality. but that actually isn't the case! i think there's a lot of discomfort going around feminist & lgbtq communities, and it's reaching the boiling point. so long as people like you anon are out there willing to research and learn more about non-transphobic, anti-conservative radical feminism and dispell myths about us, i know we will be alright in the end and a bridge between all the marginalized communities is still possible in the near future if we keep working on it. thank you so much for reaching out!!

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One more secret won't hurt/ Bunny Corcoran x Reader

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Chapter 21: The twizzler debate

-“It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow. That’s crazy…” Bunny said softly in the dark. We’d draped one of his red sweaters over the little bedside lamp, tinting the room in a warm, sleepy glow. Everything felt hushed, like the house itself was holding its breath.

-“I know, right?” I replied, staring at the ceiling. “Can’t believe I’m not spending it with my mom…”

I meant it, kind of. The guilt was there, but distant, muffled by the coziness around me and the boy beside me.

Bunny turned his head slightly toward me. “You guys okay?”

-“Yeah,” I said quickly. “We’re fine.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push either. I appreciated that. I wasn’t ready to unpack it.

-“It’s tradition in our house to open presents at midnight,” I added, trying to shift gears. “So it’s gonna be weird doing Christmas morning instead.”

-“Who’d you get for Secret Santa?” he asked, latching onto the change in topic like a pro.

-“What part of secret Santa was unclear to you?” I said with a grin, elbowing him gently.

-“Oh, c’mon! Just one more day, just tell me!” he whined, dragging out the words like a kid denied dessert.

-“Exactly. It’s just one more day. Wait.”

-“Fine,” he huffed, flopping dramatically onto his back.

We both lay there in silence for a few beats, side by side, staring at the ceiling like it might answer questions we hadn’t asked. Then, without a word, Bunny reached out and threaded his fingers through mine.

-“We can open our gifts at midnight,” he said softly, giving my hand a small squeeze. “I’m sure the others won’t mind.”

-“Thanks, Bun,” I murmured, turning on my side to face him. I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before settling back down.

We’d been sharing a bed for a week now. No big deal. No awkwardness, at least not on the surface. We each kept to our own side of the mattress like it was an unspoken rule.

Of course, the teasing never stopped.

-“Nope, we did not have sex last night,” I said loudly one morning, marching into the kitchen before Francis even had the chance to open his mouth.

-“Jesus, that came out of nowhere!” Francis laughed, hands in the air like he was innocent.

Every night, it was something: Be safe! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Try not to break the bed! It was easier to joke back than fight it. Easier to pretend it didn’t mean anything.

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“…Yeah, I’m having a good time here,” I said into the phone, pacing near the window. I heard the door creak open behind me and turned slightly, Bunny was rummaging through the room for something.

“…No, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just- so last minute, don’t you think?” I kept my voice low, trying not to make it obvious that something about this conversation was starting to sit heavy in my chest.

Bunny stopped what he was doing and looked up, his expression shifting when I added, “…If you’re paying for it, then alright. I’ll see you soon, I guess… love you too.”

He raised an eyebrow as I hung up.

“All good?” he asked, crossing the room toward me.

“Yeah.” I forced a smile. “That was my mom. She changed her mind, wants me to come home for a week. Said she’d pay for the train ticket and everything.”

“Oh,” Bunny said. He just stood there for a moment, like he was waiting for something else to make sense. “So… you’re leaving.”

- “Yeah, tomorrow. It’s a quick train ride home, and I’ll see you back at school in a week,” I said, reassuringly, even though I was feeling like shit. I wasn’t done spending time with my friends.

He nodded, then flashed me a grin that was a little too wide to be real. “A week’s nothing. Gives me a chance to relax without your stubborn ass talking back every five minutes.”

I let out a breathy laugh, but something in my chest ached anyway.

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-“That just means we have to make tonight memorable as shit!” Camilla yelled over the music, throwing her arms in the air. I’d barely finished telling them I was leaving in the morning before the whole house kicked into a new gear. Richard brought a bunch of weird snacks from California when he joined us a few days ago.

Decorations were flying up in every corner, paper snowflakes, glittery garlands, and a string of battery-powered lights someone had wound around the banister like a vine. Camilla was directing it all like a chaotic party planner possessed by the spirit of Martha Stewart and pure caffeine.

-“I’m sorry you can’t stay longer, babe,” Francis said, draping one of his long arms over my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. I leaned my head there without thinking, comforted by the familiar scent of his cologne and the warmth of his oversized hoodie.

- “We’ll come back up here on weekends,” he promised, giving me a squeeze. “Make up for it. Maybe even drag Charles with us, if we can lure him with enough wine.”

-“Or spiders,” I muttered, and he snorted.

-“Midnight gift exchange is on,” Richard announced, striding over and jamming a Twizzler into my face like it was a peace offering. “Here. Christmas snack of champions.”

I took a bite, laughing. “You know they sell these in Vermont, right? Like, in every grocery store? You didn’t have to carry a bunch all the way from California…”

-“Blasphemy,” Richard deadpanned. “The California ones taste better.”

-“You are out of your mind,” Camilla called from across the room, balancing on a chair to hang mistletoe. “They taste exactly the same. Sugar and plastic.”

-“They do not taste the same,” Francis chimed in, grabbing a handful from the bag. “These have, like, depth. A refined palate would know.”

-“They're just slightly stale,” Bunny said, appearing beside me and snatching a Twizzler from my hand. “Which is probably why you like them.”

Henry, sprawled on the couch with a half-decorated cookie in hand, muttered, “I’m not trying either. All of you are weird.”

Charles, who was carefully arranging cookies onto a tray like it was a damn art exhibit, added without looking up, “I’m allergic to the red dye.”

-“No you’re not,” Bunny said.

-“Yes I am,” Charles replied primly.

-“You had four yesterday.”

-“Which is why my arm itched slightly for two minutes.”

-“Could’ve been guilt,” Francis quipped.

-“Could’ve been spiders,” I added.

Charles gasped. “You swore there weren’t any more.”

-“...That you know of,” I teased, watching him immediately scan the room with suspicion.

It felt like the air in the house had shifted, brighter somehow. We were rushing to beat the clock, to squeeze every last drop of joy and chaos and sugar into the few hours we had left together. And for the first time since that phone call, I didn’t feel so heavy about leaving.

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The night came faster than I’d wished. Time always flies when you’re having a good time, and this day had zipped by in a blur of decorations, food prep, and bursts of chaotic laughter.

Dinner was a glorious mess of chicken, mashed potatoes, and wine- so much wine. We stuffed ourselves and swapped stories about inappropriate relatives at holiday dinners. Bunny told one about getting locked in a closet by his older brothers one Christmas Eve and not being found until noon the next day. For a moment, the room went quiet.

Then Henry, either trying to help or just not picking up on the weight of the moment, launched into a story about a distant aunt who gifted him a Bible and a pack of condoms in the same stocking. Everyone laughed, and the tension lifted, but Camilla and I each reached over to silently hug Bunny from opposite sides.

By eleven, none of us had the patience to wait until midnight, so we gathered around the coffee table in the living room- now a chaotic shrine to Secret Santa gifts- and sat cross-legged on the floor, clutching drinks and eyeing the presents.

-“Alright, I got Francis,” Camilla declared, handing him a big box wrapped in obnoxiously shiny paper.

-“Lucky bastard,” Bunny leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Camilla gives great gifts.”

I smiled, bumping my shoulder into his.

-“Yay! Okay, I got… Bunny!” Francis called out, plucking a festive bag from the pile and handing it to him with a lopsided grin and a hug.

-“Thank you, François,” Bunny said dramatically, cradling the gift like it was sacred.

Richard handed his gift to Charles with a wink, and Charles rolled his eyes like he was above it all. Charles gifted Henry, Henry got me, and I, in turn, had drawn Camilla.

The unwrapping frenzy began.

Henry’s gift shocked me with how thoughtful it was. Silk pillowcases, something I’d casually mentioned months ago, plus a signed copy of a book I’d loved as a teenager, and a set of ridiculously fancy chopsticks. I hugged him on instinct, and he flailed slightly in protest.

Camilla immediately threw the dress I gave her over her clothes and spun dramatically before flopping into my lap like a rag doll.

-“It’s perfect,” she said, giving me a loud kiss on the cheek. She stayed draped across me, one arm lazily looped around my neck as we watched everyone admire their gifts.

-“That’s a nice sweater Bunny got,” she murmured in my ear. I could smell the sweet tang of wine on her breath, warm and familiar. “You gonna steal it?”

-“Of course I am,” I whispered back. We giggled.

-“You can steal my dress too. It’d look gorgeous on you,” she poked my cheek with her finger. She was in one of her silly moods from the wine.

- “I will take you up on that offer one day. When it’s not negative fifteen outside.”

When midnight finally hit, we were all lounged around the table again, drinks in hand, cheeks warm and hearts full.

-“Worst Christmas you can remember, go!” Francis shouted.

Charles jumped in immediately. “When we were twelve, our super old cat decided to drop dead right on Christmas morning. I loved that thing. It was super mean to Camilla.”

- “Ugh, I fucking hated that cat. I still have scars where it scratched me!” she raised her arms for everyone to see.

-“The first Christmas after my parents divorced,” I offered. “My mom didn’t have the energy to decorate or even wrap the presents. She just shoved them at me and sent me to bed by nine. It was… bleak.”

- “Damn…” Bunny said, shaking his head. “After a divorce you’re supposed to get two Christmases and double the gifts. You did it wrong, dude.”

Everyone cracked up.

Francis held up his glass. “Mine was the year my mom got drunk and accidentally swapped the good gifts meant for me with the ones for my cousin, and I got stuck with socks and a singing fish.”

-“Boohoo,” Camilla teased. “Bet she took you shopping the next day.”

-“She did,” Francis admitted, laughing. “But it wasn’t the same. The magic was gone.”

-“I never expect anything for Christmas, so I’ve never had a bad one,” Henry said with a shrug.

-“That is… so sad,” Camilla told him, looking vaguely horrified.

-“I already mentioned mine earlier,” Bunny said with a wry grin. “The closet incident. Hands down.”

-“Thank God,” I muttered. “We’re a sad little group, huh?”

-“That we are,” Francis said, lifting his glass again. “But we made it this far.”

-“To being alive,” we all echoed, glasses clinking.

After a while, I stood up with a sigh, stretching my sore legs.

-“Well, I’ve got a long day tomorrow. I should get some sleep.” I turned to Bunny. “Hey, come with me? I gotta show you something.”

I offered him my hand, and he took it without hesitation.

-“Oooooooooooh what are you gonna show him?” Camilla teased immediately.

Francis and Charles broke into obnoxious hoots and wolf whistles.

-“The ultimate Christmas gift!” Charles called out.

-“That’s getting old, guys,” I said over my shoulder as we climbed the stairs. “We’re gonna end up fucking just to shut you assholes up.”

-“Is that a threat or a promise?” Henry called back.

Bunny laughed the whole way up the stairs.

Once we were in the room, I closed the door behind us.

-“Jesus Christ… does it bother you? When they do that?” I asked, pulling off my sweater and flopping onto the bed.

-“Maybe a little,” Bunny admitted, watching me with a tired smile. “But I grew up with four older brothers. This is nothing.”

He sat beside me and leaned back on his hands.

-“So,” he said, voice softening, “what did you want to show me?”

- “I know that I didn’t get you for the secret santa thingy,” I started, walking towards my suitcase, “but I still got you a gift,” I continued, pulling the wrapped gift from under a sweater.

- “What?! That’s like, super against the rules, and makes the whole secret santa thing completely pointless and I got you a gift too…” he grins, opening his own bag to retrieve a small box. I give him a surprised look; I did not expect he’d do the same thing. We exchange the gifts and sit side by side on the edge of the bed while we open them.

Bunny’s reaction was immediate. “How—? Dude… how did you get this?” he asked, staring at the vinyl like it might disappear if he blinked. “It’s the last one I needed for my Smiths collection. I’ve been looking for this for years…”

-“It was hell to track down. Took months to arrive. I was convinced I got scammed,” I said, grinning. “But it’s the real deal. I tested it.”

His fingers tightened around the edges of the record, holding it to his chest like it was a relic. I opened the small box in my lap and gasped, smiling wide.

-“Oh, Bun… this is gorgeous.” I held up the necklace—a delicate chain with a little mushroom pendant that caught the light just right. “Can you help me put it on?”

“Sure thing.”

He took it gently from my fingers and reached around my neck, clasping it with surprising finesse. The cool metal warmed quickly against my skin, resting just between my collarbones. . I pressed my hand to it and smiled.

-“Seriously, dude,” he said, settling back beside me, still hugging the vinyl. “Thank you. I can’t wait to go home and listen to it. I can’t believe you went through all that trouble for me.”

-“I’d do anything for you,” I blurted before I could stop myself.

His eyes met mine, a little misty. He blinked fast, biting the inside of his cheek.

-“Oh c’mon, don’t cry. If you cry, I cry. Don’t be a bitch,” I said, nudging him with my elbow.

-“I’m not crying,” he insisted, pulling me into a tight hug. “I just… I love you, y’know? Even when you’re mean to me and call me a bitch.”

-“I love you too, B,” I murmured into his shoulder.

He pulled back slowly, eyes lingering on me for a beat longer than usual.

- “Wanna go to sleep? So you’re rested for your trip tomorrow?” he asked.

-“Not really. I only said that to escape the chaos downstairs. I’m not sleepy yet,” I admitted, flopping backward near the foot of the bed. “I do wish I’d brought some alcohol up here, though.”

-“Wish no more,” Bunny said, pulling a half-full bottle of whiskey from his bag like a magician. “A good Boy Scout is always prepared.”

He took a swig straight from the bottle and handed it to me.

-“Damn, Corcoran. You keep surprising me tonight.” I took a long drink. The burn spread down my throat, warming everything in its path.

Bunny got up and flicked off the overhead light, then turned on the little bedside lamp. The room was instantly bathed in a low, amber-red glow that made everything feel softer, quieter, more secret.

-“How about a few rounds of truth or dare to kill time?” he said, settling down beside me again, our shoulders brushing. “They say honesty and alcohol go hand in hand.”

-“Oh, you’re on.”

We passed the bottle back and forth, sipping until the warm buzz started sinking in.

-“Truth or dare?”

-“Let’s start with a truth.”

-“Alright…” He squinted at me like he was trying to x-ray my soul. “Have you ever drunk dialed anyone?”

I wrinkled my nose, thinking. “No drunk dialing, but I almost never call anyone, not even sober. I have drunk texted, though.”

I paused for dramatic effect.

-“My cousin’s boyfriend of three years dumped her. She was wrecked, so I got drunk with her in solidarity… but then I ended up texting her ex and calling him a miserable worm. Among other colorful names.”

Bunny burst out laughing and covered his mouth, trying not to be loud.

-“You’re a great cousin,” he said between giggles. “Solidarity drinking and worm-calling? Elite behavior. Alright, my turn. Truth.”

- “Okay…” I considered all the options, and remembered the gifts I got from Henry. I knew I had only mentioned I wanted some of those things once, but now I realized I had never mentioned them to Henry. “Did you help Henry figure out what to get me?” I finally asked, although I was pretty sure I knew the answer already.

He froze. “Uhhh… yeah. Okay. I gave him a few ideas. How’d you know?”

-“You’re the only one who knows about the book,” I said, amused. “And I only ever mentioned the pillowcases once. I can’t believe you remembered.”

-“I’m very thoughtful,” he said, all mock-seriousness. “Anyway. Truth or dare?”

-“Dare,” I said, the whiskey making me bold and a little giddy. “I’m feeling dangerous.”

-“That is a dangerous feeling.” He rubbed his hands together like a cartoon villain. “Alright. I dare you to eat a spoonful of mustard.”

I turned to him, incredulous. “And where, pray tell, do you suggest I get mustard from in this room?”

- “Ah, see, it’s a two-part dare,” Bunny said, grinning with way too much satisfaction. “First, you sneak downstairs and get the mustard without being seen, since everyone thinks you’re asleep. Then you eat a spoonful. Unless you wanna lose the dare…”

-“You are the absolute worst.” I groaned, standing up. “Fine. I’ll be right back.”

I got off the bed and tiptoed all the way to the kitchen. I could hear the low hum of voices and the clinking of glasses from the living room. I darted into the kitchen, grabbed the mustard, and turned to book it, only to run straight into Francis.

He squinted at me, suspicious. “Uh… whatcha got there?”

I held up the bottle and smiled way too brightly. “Just grabbing a little midnight snack.”

-“Mustard? By itself?” He looked horrified.

-“Maybe you should try it before judging, babe,” I said, sidestepping him and making a break for the stairs.

Back in the room, I flopped dramatically onto the bed, mustard in one hand and a little spoon in the other. “Well. Now Francis thinks I’m a weirdo.”

Bunny burst out laughing, nearly wheezing. “Oh man, that went exactly how I hoped it would,” he said, clapping like a dumb seal.

-“Let’s just get this over with,” I muttered, squeezing a bright yellow blob onto the spoon. The smell hit me instantly and I grimaced. I took a deep breath and downed it like a shot.

-“That’s fucking nasty.” I choked, immediately chasing it with a gulp of whiskey.

Bunny was positively delighted. “You’re a hero. A gross, mustard-eating hero.”

-“Yeah yeah. Your turn, truth or dare, asshole?”

- “I’m gonna go with another truth.”

- “Alright, coward. Let’s see… Tell me about your first kiss.” I lay down on my side to face him. Bunny stayed on his back, staring at the ceiling, his legs still dangling off the side of the bed. It made him look smaller, almost boyish.

- “Ohhh that’s a good one. You’ll make fun of me,” he said, stretching his arms over his head. “I was a bit on the older side, 17, and it was with a girl from my neighborhood. We’d been hanging out for a few weeks, but after the kiss, we sort of stopped talking. I think she eventually moved away.”

I raised a brow, pretending to be scandalized. “Wow. Gotta be a really bad kisser to scare someone into relocating.”

He snorted, nudging me with his elbow. I chuckled but didn’t say more, caught in a moment of silence as I studied his mouth. I wondered if he was a bad kisser. It’s not that hard, really, to be a decent one. You have to be trying to be awful. I realized I’d been staring too long when his head turned toward me, catching my gaze. I quickly looked up into his eyes.

-“So,” he said slowly, voice low, “truth or dare?”

His eyes were hazy—soft from the whiskey and the warmth of the room. He looked relaxed, like he was finally letting the day settle behind him.

-“After that last nightmare dare?” I said, already yawning. “Truth. Please and thank you.”

-“Thought you were feeling bold.” He raised an eyebrow. “Alright. Tell me… what’s going on with your mom.”

-“Bunny, I told you—”

-“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna.” He smiled gently. “We can just say I win.”

The little smirk he gave me said he knew he was poking at my competitive streak, and it was working. I narrowed my eyes.

-“Seriously, though, the last few times I’ve seen you speak to your mom on the phone, you’ve ended up pretty distressed, and now tomorrow you’re leaving to spend a week with her. I worry.”

-“Fine. But you’re gonna pay for this one,” I warned. “So… about a year ago, I broke up with my ex, Noah. And my mom loved him. Every time we talk, she finds a way to bring him up.”

Bunny’s face softened. “Why’d you break up?”

-“He’s a good guy. Nice. But also… kinda controlling. Jealous, too. I got tired of it. He didn’t wanna change, so I ended it. It got messy. Small town. Families are close. Everyone heard about it, and people started picking sides.”

I picked at the label on the bottle. “It’s part of why I switched schools. I needed out of that mess. Then I came here and made actual friends. I realized how much I’d been missing, trying to keep Noah happy all the time. But my mom doesn’t see it that way.”

Bunny was quiet, but he didn’t look awkward or unsure. Just present. Like he was actually hearing everything I said.

-“I see. I’m sorry. That must’ve been hard… making those decisions, moving away.” His voice had softened, eyes searching mine like he was trying to figure out just how deep the cracks went.

-“At first, yeah. It was,” I admitted. “But moving on was surprisingly easy once I got some distance. I’m giving my mom an ultimatum this week—either she moves on too, or I go low contact. Recently realized no contact at all was out of the question.”

Bunny let out a low whistle. “Harsh… but fair. Dealing with an ex is already complicated without your own mom keeping them in the picture.” He gave me a small, understanding smile. “Thanks for telling me.”

We sat in a brief pocket of silence, comfortable and heavy at the same time. Then he sighed dramatically. “Okay, my turn again. I want to say truth… because I’m terrified of what you’ll make me do otherwise.”

I shoved him lightly. “You big coward! You already picked truth twice!”

- “Fine, fine! Dare. Just don’t be too mean…” He gave me a warning look. After making me eat mustard and scrutinizing my past dating life, I had to make it good. I considered a couple options, and then arrived at the most excruciatingly embarrassing one I could think of.

- “Oooooh you’re gonna hate this,” I said, shivering with anticipation. “I dare you to moan. Loudly. For an entire minute.”

- “Are you actually insane?” he asked, sitting up on the bed. “Do you want them to tease us for the next 100 years?”

- “I mean, they’re already teasing us. They think that’s what we’re doing up here, might as well give them a little show, make them uncomfortable.” I sat up too. “Unless you want to concede defeat. I am the queen of truth or dare after all.” I gave him a toothy grin.

Bunny groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Oh god. I have never backed down from a dare…”

He sat up, closed his eyes, and let out a small, tentative moan. The moment it left his lips, he cracked up, covering his face as he doubled over laughing. I joined in, nearly toppling off the bed.

-“I’m sorry, this is mortifying,” he said, breathless.

-“C’mon! That was just the warm-up!” I giggled.

He took a deep breath and tried again. This time, the moan came out louder, deeper. Still playful, but… different.

-“Better,” I said, biting back a grin.

He let out another moan, then a few more, his voice getting bolder with each one. Then he added a low, raspy grunt that made my stomach flip. Heat bloomed across my face and down my neck.

And then it got really real.

Bunny leaned into the performance, moaning louder, faster, throwing in a few drawn-out yeahs that were downright obscene. My breath hitched. My heart was pounding. I could hear him, but more than that, I could feel him, the vibration of his voice, the tension in the air, the sheer audacity of it.

He was good at this. Too good. I forgot to check the time.

Then he paused, breathless. “Has it been a minute yet?” he whispered, his voice rough.

I fumbled with my phone. “I—uh, y-yeah. It’s been a minute,” I lied, not trusting myself to look up at him.

My gaze dropped to the floor. I could feel the heat burning in my ears, my neck, everywhere. I was not prepared for how much that would affect me.

-“So… you think they heard?” he asked, a little unsure now, his voice softer.

I snorted, still trying to collect myself. “The neighbors probably heard, Bunny. Holy hell.”

We laughed again, but there was an edge to it now—something sharp and warm humming beneath the surface. I was reeling. That was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, and the fact that Bunny was the one who did it… that was messing with my head in the worst/best way.

Judy’s voice echoed in my mind: “So, you fuck him yet?” And all I could think was: I wish.

I didn’t realize how quiet I’d gone until Bunny waved a hand in front of my face. “Hellooo? You okay?” he asked, peering at me with a little furrow between his brows. “You kinda spaced out.”

-“Sorry, I’m okay, just a little tired.” I forced a smile. “I think it’s safe to say you won. That took some guts, congrats, Bun.”

I stood up awkwardly, trying to shake off the heat still lingering in my chest, in my ears, everywhere. “I should get some rest, so I don’t die tomorrow.”

-“Right… let’s go to bed,” he said, his smile soft, warm, the kind of smile that made you feel like everything was going to be okay. His smile- his smile- had become a kind of home to me. Familiar. Comforting. Dangerous.

I smiled back without meaning to. We both climbed into the bed, still fully clothed, limbs brushing as we shifted to find space that suddenly felt much too small. Bunny turned off the lamp. The room sank into darkness, just our shared breath filling it.

-“Goodnight,” he murmured.

-“Goodnight.”

But sleep didn’t come.

I lay there, facing him, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest in the shadows. I listened to his breathing and felt the air between us hum like a live wire. My thoughts refused to settle. Instead, they wandered, uninvited, through every memory of us.

The first time we met, how entranced I’d been with his energy.

How quickly we’d synced up, like two gears that were always meant to fit.

The time he stayed up with me till 3 AM because I couldn’t sleep, and we ended up playing that stupid word association game until we were delirious with laughter.

The way he always remembered the little things I said, even when I didn’t think he was paying attention, like how I take my coffee, or that I hate that one song everyone else seems to love.

The time he lent me his hoodie after I spilled tea all over mine, and I didn’t give it back for two weeks. It had smelled like him. I remembered noticing that. I remembered liking it.

The way his laugh sometimes cracked in the middle when he found something really funny. The way he adjusted his glasses with one finger when he was trying to focus on something serious. The way his voice got all light and fast when he was excited, like he couldn't wait for his thoughts to catch up with his words.

The way my heart had jumped that one time we sat under the tree, just talking, when he leaned in to whisper something stupid in my ear and suddenly we were so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. How I’d frozen, watching his lips as they moved, and wondering, for one brief, reckless second, what would happen if I kissed him.

I’d brushed that off. Laughed it away. Just a weird moment, just a fluke. A glitch in the matrix.

But it had happened again. And again. And now, lying here in the dark with him just inches away, his hand resting palm-up between us like an invitation he didn’t know he was offering, my heart was racing and I had nowhere left to hide.

Those sounds he’d just made and how I wanted to hear more, be the reason he was making them to begin with. God…

Denial, Judy’s voice whispered in my mind. You’re in denial.

And maybe I had been. Maybe I’d been hiding behind jokes and games and teasing, pretending I didn’t feel it because if I said it out loud, it would become real. And real meant risky. Real meant vulnerable.

But there was no denying it now.

The soft pink glow of dawn slowly crept into the room, brushing over his face, painting him in the kind of light reserved for dreams. My eyes stayed open, even as the rest of me begged for sleep.

Only one thought circled in my head, echoing louder each time it came around.

I was desperately in love with Bunny Corcoran.

[fish-88]

You and me Always, Forever Part 1 Carl Grimes x Female reader

THESE AREN'T MY CHARACTERS THEY ARE FROM THE WALKING DEAD SHOW Warnings: Blood, Mention of death, Cursing, Reader calling Daryl daddy (non sexual way he's her father you fool). N/n stands for nickname TEXT MEANING Purple: Y/n speaking Blue: Carl speaking Green: Other characters speaking Red: Sexual content/Topic Pink + Italics: Thoughts TIME PERIOD: END OF SEASON 3- START OF SEASON 4 Requested: No

He stood there. The boy that had been my best friend since the beginning of this whole shit show. Maggie was holding his newborn baby sister covered in blood. Rick was crying and screaming. But the only thing I was focused on was Carl. The poor boy had just lost his mom and his father wasn’t really comforting him. I was debating on whether or not to hug him. I ended up deciding to hug him. I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him. “I’m so sorry Carl. I’m so, so sorry.” I said. He just stood there for a minute before hugging me back. “I-I killed her- I- I killed my mom, y/n…” I started to stroke his hair. “You did what you had to Carl. It’s not your fault. You’re not a bad person .” He just kept crying. I felt awful. His father went into the section Lori had died in. “Shh it’ll be okay Carl…”

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A few weeks later Daryl and Maggie had just recently gotten back from getting baby supplies. I was sitting in Carl's cell with him with his baby sister. "She's really cute. You pick a name out yet?" "Yeah I guess she is... And no not yet" "Oh shit dads back. You good if I leave for a little bit? My dad just got back and-“ Carl had cut me off “JUST STOP Y/N! I'M NOT A BABY, I'M FINE TO BE BY MYSELF!” “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make it seem like I thought you were... Never mind. I'll talk to you later Carl." I said walking off. "He just needs time to cool off... This is a lot for him. After all were still just kids." I took a few minutes before I went to find my dad. Once I did find him I walked over to him and hugged him. "HI daddy! Welcome back. I have a question. Do you think Carl will ever be happy again?" "Eventually. Yer just gotta give the kid some time. Alright, Pumpkin?" My dad said, hugging me back and kissing my forehead. "Okay daddy. Thank you." "Course pumpkin. I'd do anythin for ya sweetie. I'm gonna go check on Rick. Justa make sure Carl's alright?" "Okay daddy. Cya later!" I said running off to check on my bestfriend. "Cya sweetheart."

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A few months later "I hate her Carl! Ugh why did my dad have to bring her back here!" I said pacing back and forth in Carl's cell. "I dunno. What's so bad about her I think she's sorta nice." He said while laying on his bed "Carl! You're supposed to be on MY side! She's so annoying I hate her. I dunno why my dad even likes her she's not even that pretty." I stopped to look at him "You don't know for sure if he even likes her. She JUST got here. He's just being nice. I dunno what you want me to say Y/n." He looked over at me "Just listen I guess? You're my best friend. And he definitely does like her. I mean c'mon when is Daryl nice to anyone? Plus its not like you're happy with your dad either. After he let the governors people in." "But Y/n he found her. It's different. I wouldn't think to much about it. But anyways. You talk a lot. And you talk with your hands a lot" "Rude. And I do not!" "Its the truth n/n" "Whatever." "C'mon Y/nnnn don't be like that." "Ill do whatever I want." "You're cute when you're upset." "What?" "Nothing" "Carl I actually didn't hear you- whatever." I said sitting next to his bed "I'll tell you someday. Promise." He put his hat on my head and I smiled. "I'll hold you to that then, Grimes." "I know you will. Dixon." ----------------------------------- It had only been a few weeks since I had that conversation with Carl. We both thought things would get better. But boy, were we wrong. The governor had attacked again. Hershel died. Michonne almost died. I got separated from Carl. I thought the world was as shitty as it could get before but no. Without him everything seemed way worse. I was constantly worried if he was alive or not. I hope he was. I dunno what I'd do if I never saw him and his pretty blue eyes again. I'd probably die. This is all so weird. Before the apocalypse being friends with a boy would be weird. But now a boy's my best friend. And to make this whole shit show better when I got separated I also stuck with Valerie. I'm pretty sure my dad likes her. He acts like it. All I want is to just see my dad and Carl again. That's all I care about. They're all I care about. I will admit she can keep me alive. Sort've. But how long till she can't? ----------------------------------- Carl's POV No. No. I wish this was a all just a bad dream. But it wasn't. In the span of a few months I lost my mom, sister, and bestfriend. I used to think girls had cooties but now? Now I don't think their all that bad. I mean hell my bestfriends a girl. Probably the nicest and prettiest girl I've ever seen but that doesn't matter. What matters is making sure she didn't die. The only thing really stopping me from that is my dad. God I hate saying that but after we left the prison he was so beat up. He's trying but he's really starting to piss me off. He's acting as if he's stronger than me. He usually is but with the condition his in right now. He's practically useless. I get he's trying to protect me cause I'm his son and he just lost his daughter but still. I'm not a baby anymore and I don't need him treating me like one. He's doing an okay job taking care and protecting me now. But how long till he can't? ----------------------------------- Y/ns POV

Holy shit. It's him. It's actually him. I didn't think I'd ever see him again. I didn't know I could be this happy to see someone. HOLY SHIT. Dad was with them too?! I started crying. I was so happy. But dad didn't seem to notice me. He ran right to Valerie. Saying I was pissed and hurt was an understatement. But if he wanted to hug her first I would hug Carl first. I ran over to Carl and he ran to me and we hugged each other. "I thought I'd never see you again." "I didn't think I'd ever see you again ever either... Oh my god I love you so much Y/n. I lost Judith and I thought I lost you. I wouldn't be able to live with both of you gone. God I love you so much." I pulled away from him and looked at him. Still somewhat hugging. "Wait- Judith- she's? You love me?" "Yeah... I don't really wanna talk about it... And of course I do. You mean a lot to me." "I dunno what to say Carl... I love you too." "You do?" "Yeah... Yeah I do." "Good." He kissed my cheek and hugged me again. "I'd do anything for you, Y/n."

----------------------------------- I hoped you enjoyed! Sorry if it wasn't the best it's my first fanfic! Part two should be up soon!

[department-of-landing-strategies]

Incorrect Quotes Time but every quote is sourced from OSP (part 1)

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(Percy and Audrey showing first years around as Head Boy and Head Girl)

Percy: Please note, we don't condone violence. Or at least not murder and usually not violence

Audrey: We condone sending a message

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(Whatever thing/being the group summoned trying to pass as Oliver)

Possessed!Oliver: What ho, fellow humans! Are you enjoying having skin today?

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(Conversations that happen when showing Marcus and Percy muggle stuff are usually weird, and that weirdness is only Percy's and Marcus's fault half the time)

Penelope: Short one?! That's a low blow, sir.

Audrey: The polite term is "manlet", my good man. I will also accept being adressesed as "short king"

Oliver: 's like the term is "twink", motherfucker!

Penelope: No, I'm going with "manlet", that was great.

Audrey: Oh, thank you.

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(The amount of conversations the group have had a that involve tea past two sentences are in the double digits, which for a group that involves three divination students may or may not be surprising)

Percy: I have been in a cycle of: putting the kettle on, letting the water boil, walking away from it, coming back ten minutes later - "did I put the kettle on?" - putting the kettle on again, walking away, forgetting about it, coming back ten minutes later - "I don't think the kettle's been on" - putting the kettle on - and then just never making the tea, just constantly re-boiling the same water over and over again until it's all evaporated and I no longer have any water to drink.

Audrey: Are you sure you aren't secretly in hell? Because it sounds like you might be in hell.

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Marcus: There is a certain, like, genre of wine mom who will take a sip of something and be like "oooh this is dangerous" - that's the same type of enegry as dads who will walk outside without a jacket and say "whoof! BRISK." And that is ME. I do that!

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(Percy learning to fly while in Anamgi form and getting stuck)

Penny: The birb is stuck

Oliver: Oh no, the birb is-

Penny: Wait hold on. [Percy manages to break free] Oh darn it

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(Audrey stopping a fight)

Audrey: Oh, it's a Slytherin and a Gryffindor duelling. Don't worry, you'll both lose.

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(A drunk Marcus when asked about the topic of sleeves)

Marcus: I'm a sleeve hater with very high standards, alright? If, I'm going to be displaying these deadly wepons I wanna do it in a nice case, y'know

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(Audrey has never had any fear and will never fear the Voldy unless she sees him use an unforgivable in person)

Audrey: Tell Voldy, we're coming for him. Dear a terrible dark lord, eat shit. Signed, the group you decided to piss off.

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(Audrey watching Marcus try to reign in Draco during Chamber of Secrets)

Audrey: You are having a great time here.

Marcus: I am distinctly not

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(Quidditch practice between Percy and Oliver at dawn)

Percy: I'm glad someones having fun here

Oliver: It's me

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(Post group horcux hunt)

Penny: Let us never do that again

Percy: Yeah, FUCK that guy!

[kaycode1999]

Hey! I wanted to ask for a match up if it was alright? If it's not, I'm sorry and I won't bother again. If it is, here's my info (also if you could do LMK I would be happy):

I am around 5'5 feet, have brown/blackish hair and brown eyes. I'm chubby, and I would like for my partner to be able to pick me up (mainly bc I am VERY clingy, and tend to jump onto people I love, also side note I ask the person if they are okay with this)

My general aesthetic depends on how much energy I have that day, but it consists of light academia or just casual outfits. My main colors are Pink, Purple and orange.

My pronouns are She/They, demigirl, Panromantic, pansexual, demiromantic and demisexual. Generally okay with any type of relationship as long as we have met for longer than two years, since it takes me time to open up about my traumas and all (even if I'm very happy and an extrovert).

People say I'm helpful, lazy, too creative, get everywhere late, I'm an aquarius and can pick up on peoples intentions from the get-go. My main hobbies are astrology, any random fandom I get into and video games (Roblox and the sims 4, also minecraft when I get the 2 week phase). I enjoy being in the presence of everyone, but if I'm one-in-one I would like for them to know how to understand comfortable silence and be able to have weirdly deep conversations. I am shit at small talk, so if they could do that for me I would be thankful. I would like for this person to be playful, maybe have a cute smile and overall just be very knowledgeable about topics.

I am also deep in love with alturistic people, and can't be around people who are selfish or only work for their own benefit, mainly bc WHYYYY??? (I am a firm believer that if you have the means to help you should).

Last but not least: Whenever I have a distance relationship, be it friendship, romantic partners or Qpr, I tend to have the tendency of dissapearing for a week or two bc I don't know that to say, or I have run out od words.

Don't pair me up with Peng, LBD or The Mayor, they are just... not my thing when it comes to morals and personality.

I think that's all? Sorry if I missed anything, and thank you so much for reading (sorry for the bibble of info :( )

No problem at all my friend😘

I match you with

our favorite Newdle-boy

Now you two are 2 peas in a pod -like almost soulmate level close

You're perfect together because you both understand the things the other has been through and both need to take the time to get to know someone and be comfortable with them before the romantic relationship can develop

He loves-loves-LOVES your eyes. Did I mention he loves your eyes? Because he will constantly be telling you how much he loves your eyes

I don't think he's that much taller than you but it's enough that he likes to ruffle your hair to mess with you or just use you as an armrest

P.S. He has the powers of the Monkey King, he’s most definitely going to be strong enough to pick you up and spin you around- and he does ALL.THE.TIME

He's used to Mei, so he won't mind you jumping onto him

You two have gaming marathon dates and a lot of the time he will try to get into new fandoms with you

This precious boy is very traumatized so he will also take a little while before he (reluctantly) opens up to you in return to you opening up to him

He trusts your intuition implicitly because his past trauma means he doesn't trust his own

He loves hearing about astrology. He may not be super super into it but he definitely finds it interesting and will listen to you talk about it forever.

After everything he's been through he's become more comfortable with comfortable silence instead of constant chatter, but he also enjoys making small talk too.

Once he gets comfortable with you he will have deep conversations. ( More likely about theoretical stuff or really anything that doesn't pertain to him or the things he's been through although he's willing to share about that eventually)

He's so altruistic to the point of being self-sacrificing (*cough* latest season *cough*) so he's definitely not in any way selfish.

He's busy working and training with the Monkey King a lot of the time, so honestly if you take a few days he doesn't really mind although that doesn't mean he won't miss you at the same time

I also feel the need to say you would be besties with Mei too. You three together are unstoppable and inseparable

Pigsy would also adore you and treat you like his own child because he sees how good you are with MK and how much you mean to his son ( you always get free food much to Tang’s confusion and frustration)

[northwest-cryptid]

Bestie I took a whole ass class in college on coding at a school *known* for its programming degrees and teaching newbies how to code and I failed

Please do not underestimate how fucking stupid i am (not judging just like ofc you lose everyone when you bring up coding that shit hard)

Alright so a couple things here, right out the gate the fact you're bringing this up means you actually read my lengthy post about this topic so hey, thank you. I'm gonna say a lot of stuff here and I want to make it super clear that at no point am I ever trying to intentionally sound judgemental, or like I'm pointing a finger, or calling anyone out or anything of the sort. I have, genuinely; nothing but respect. But I'm also very bad with written tone so please understand that if at any point I sound condescending or whatever it's not at all intended. I don't think any of this will come across that way, but I figured I'd say something up front; since we're having a conversation in which we disagree on something. I don't see you as "wrong" or me as "right" I see us as people who disagree on a subject, and that's fine I feel like you've not been rude or anything, I don't want to be rude or anything; hopefully that makes sense, I'm gonna stop rambling about this and start rambling about the actual topic now.

I also want to quickly say you're not incapable of learning. You may not have learned well being taught the way they taught at that school, but just because a school is known for being good at something; doesn't actually mean that's the end all be all way to do it. I also took a college programming class, specifically for C# and I did not do very well. Because simply put, I didn't do well in school settings. Being taught the way they taught, didn't click with me; and I didn't really have an interest in learning what they wanted me to.

A couple of years later, I want to kinda mess around with Unity and VRChat stuff and suddenly not only did I learn C#, self taught; but I learned UDON and how to convert between the two. Why? Because when I actually you know, was being taught in a way that worked for me, and on a topic that interested me personally. I had an easier time with it. Everyone regardless of how smart or stupid they may believe themselves to be, is going to struggle if they're not being taught in a way that makes sense to them.

Coding isn't necessarily hard so much as it's frightening. It's intimidating because it's asking effort of someone in an area they're unfamiliar with, but then that's literally everything. It's very interesting to me just what people are willing to learn; but then also what people aren't. Programming is perceived as something for "nerds" something difficult, something hard.

The reality of it is, if you can learn a second language, if you can learn to draw, if you can learn a musical instrument, if you read the sentence "lol brb afk lmao" then yes, you can learn to code.

In fact, if you can play a video game, you can learn to code. I'm not joking, all coding is; is a list of rules. That's it, understanding it is no different than understanding how a game functions. If someone looks at a game of chess, or FFXIV and doesn't know the game; they see this incomprehensible mess.

"Why can the Knight jump pieces? Why does the Rook move that far? How come a pawn can only capture diagonal? Why can't I move this piece here?" Or "What does that icon mean? What does this skill do? Why is everyone grouping up? Why is this timer ticking down? Why is my tank suddenly at 1 HP?" Is literally no different from "why is that text bold? Why is that column there? Why is this text scrolling?"

The difference is that people think games are easy, and they don't skip over the easy stuff.

I cannot tell you how many times I've tried to explain HTML to someone and they go "yea yea I know "Hello World" get to the good stuff, how do I put an image in here?" and I have to explain that you put the image in there the same way you put the "Hello World" in there, you need to know that first.

Now listen I'm not saying EVERYONE can play FFXIV either, I'm saying the people who want to, do. I'm saying the people who want to pick up a DPS class learn the rotation, even if that rotation looks like this:

The problem with coding is that there's this stigma of difficulty around it. The only programmers people seem to talk about are accomplished people or they seem impressive with what they can do. They work programming jobs, they do it professionally or whatever.

Let's not forget that Yandere Dev programmed an entire game, extremely mid programming for an extremely mid game sure; but you can't deny that he did it.

People don't go into playing chess, expecting to either be Gukesh Dommaraju or to quit on their first game. That's the current world champion, who defeated the previous champion Ding Liren in the 2024 World Chess Championship. According to wikipedia I'm not gonna claim to know anything about competitive chess so you know, just an example.

What I'm getting at with all of this is, even if you are; and I'm gonna say this right now I have no right to make a statement on this so your words not mine; "stupid" you can learn coding if you want to. However the other big thing, that people don't even consider, is that you don't HAVE to.

There are TONS of resources, website builders; and free to use CSS and HTML code out there as auxiliary options. For example,

Eggramen's Testpages

Teppy's layouts

Templaterr

If all of that is too complicated for someone there's even stuff like Sadgrl's Layout Builder:

It literally uses drop downs and sliders, then you click generate and it just spits out the HTML you can copy and paste, edit it however you want.

I always feel bad when people say coding is hard. Because people have a seemingly weird idea of what coding is.

Like, alright hear me out real quick... a Website is literally just this:

<html> <head><title>your title here</title></head> <body><p>paragraph text here</p></body> </html>

Then we click save, check the website and, wow hey look at that:

Understanding this is simple.

HTML uses tags, tags come in those little < > brackets. We know websites are written in the markup language (the ML of HTML) HTML so we'll go ahead and define our code as such with:

<html>

^ Cool, that's done, now our code knows it's HTML. Now we should also keep in mind that to close out any tag we just use the same tag with a forward slash in front of it... which means our code looks like this now:

<html>

</html>

Everything we want to display on the website goes in that element (a container created by tags), because we're literally telling the code "everything from here to here is html code, use it to write the website." Well Websites typically have a little name in the tab right? That tab is called the Title. We're going to put that in the <Head> tag, this is because websites have two major areas; the Head and the Body. The Head determines how the actual website will look; not what will go on it, the Body determines what will actually go ON the website.

But hey one thing at a time, let's say we don't know or care about the difference between head and body. So we just put this:

<html>

<title> Title </title>

</html>

Does this work?

Oh hey look at that it does.

Well okay but then what if I want to write something on the web page?

Well we use a paragraph for that, it's denoted by the <p> </p> tag. So then what happens if we completely ignore Head and Body?

Would this actually work?

Oh hey look at that, it does.

What I've just told you can easily translate to "The pawn can move one space forward, but on it's first turn it can move two spaces!" It's very simple, but just like how this would be a very simple website with nothing much to it, you're going to have a hard time playing Chess if all you know how to do is move a pawn forward.

Because eventually that pawn is going to collide with another pawn and you're going to try to move your pawn onto mine and I'm going to say "oh uh, pawns can't capture like that; they capture diagonally." Or in the case of HTML "Hey you probably want more to your website than just white space and black text." Right, so then what's the solution exactly? Well hey let's start with adding a column, maybe a side bar?

Well okay for that we'll need to use a flex, but that sounds complicated and we want to keep things simple right? No one is trying to teach you The Sicilian Defense when you're trying to learn how to move your pawns! Sure it's related (I think) but I don't think it's necessarily a good way to TEACH someone the basics. So what? We just can't use a flex? Well actually, we can; but we're going to go about it in an absolutely simple manner.

Remember that layout builder I linked earlier? It had sidebars! We want sidebars! Let's generate an HTML with sidebars from that builder and then use THAT HTML to use a flex.

Yoink!

and that should do it...

Uh hey, where's the sidebar? Well we're missing a step. At the bottom of the page where we got the HTML it says something. "This code should be copied and pasted into the <body> </body> tags in an HTML file." Well shit we don't HAVE a Body tag.

Well we know everything has to go inside those tags, and we know how to use tags in general since we've been doing it this whole time! So let's go ahead and put a body tag just around the sidebar code!

Okay right, well...

This is a bit of an issue isn't it? I mean come on, we did everything it said; but we still don't have a nice sidebar with a box and everything. It's just kind of there. So how do we get it to make a box around the text and create a proper sidebar? We even included a flex didn't we?

Well sure, but let's take a step back and think about it like this, what are we trying to achieve here? Well we want there to be a box around our words for the updates segment right? That box should look like this:

But our website is just a white void with nothing around it... hold on wait a second. Our website is just a white void. Because we didn't actually copy any of the properties that change the LOOK of the website, only the properties that tell the website what goes on it.

Looking at the image we can see a background, and various colors, and the text is a different color; our website doesn't look like that, so we must be missing something.

Everything for the CODE to create the box is there, but it doesn't know what the box actually looks like. Because we never told it. That's where Style comes in, Style often pairs with CSS, and you'd see this if you searched for things like "how to change a background color" or "how to change text color in HTML" you'd probably find a guide like this:

So let's look for the Style tag in the HTML that we're pulling the header from:

^ It's there, and we know that elements have to have a start and end tag; so let's go ahead and find the end tag; and copy everything in between; making sure we place it in the body of our code.

Oh hey! There's the box, and even the background; and now the text has different colors. Well hey I kinda don't like this background, I would like to change it but I don't really get how...

Looking at our HTML we literally copy and pasted, we can see body-bg-image. with a url. So wait, what happens if I change the URL.

Oh hell yea, I hate it. But the tiling bothers me, I want the image to be bigger; how do I do that?

Well again this is laid out for us:

Let's try to set the size to be 100% of the x and 100% of the y, we can even tell it "Repeat Background, no"

Again; does this work?

YOU KNOW IT BAYBEE.

So obviously I'm just kinda having a bit of fun going over some silly stuff here, but my point with all of this is to hopefully show that you really don't even have to know what you're doing. You can take what other people have out there for you and mess with it, edit it; change it, see what you like.

The best part is that it's honestly very simple if you look at it's component parts. Coding is intimidating, because it's all "nested" meaning they clump all the shit together and you're looking at hex codes and fancy brackets and going "what does ANY of this mean?!" and in reality it just kinda, holds everything together.

Truth be told, and I'm allowed to say this; I'm a fucking idiot. You went to college, I flunked out of high school because I got my credits taken away when my principle BELIEVED WITHOUT EVIDENCE that I cheated to earn a credit for algebra 2 because I flunked algebra 1. You know why I flunked 1 but aced 2? Because my algebra 2 teacher could actually teach me, as an autistic student; in a way that made sense to me. I'm actually a fuckin' idiot. I have a disability that makes learning difficult for me. I do not have the coding autism, I have the ADHD and MMORPG autism. But I can understand HTML because it's actually really simple when you break it down and look at how it all fits together.

It's a misconception that coding is HARD because coding is intimidating. People get scared of it because they see this lengthy code of letters and shorthand they don't know, and think "well I'm too stupid to learn that."

My friend, you learn tons of shit everyday. Most people on this website can recite a meme based on an image alone. Believe me, you have the potential; and here's the truth, if you absolutely do not want to learn coding for HTML; just don't. Use the resources available to build your website without ever having to learn to code. You don't have to. You can still have a really unique personal website without ever having to actually sit down and learn HTML. You can do that. People have made it exceptionally easy to use layout builders, or CSS style codes; you can edit them, you can replace parts and bits. It's all made to be as easy as possible for someone who doesn't know ANYTHING about HTML. There's no shame in using those things, I use those things even now as someone who knows a good bit of HTML. I'm still learning mind you, but I can learn; and I can use those tools in the meantime to patch up the gaps in my knowledge.

I tend to lose people not because coding is necessarily difficult, but because coding takes effort; and it's effort that a lot of people don't want to put in to having their own space online. Which, honestly; is fine.

Some people don't care about the indie web, they ARE complacent with centralized websites, they don't mind social media; they're genuinely happy with just having an account on a website ran by some random CEO and the truth of the matter is, that's okay. The thing I care about is whether or not people are aware they have choice, and those who WANT to actually take up getting involved with the indie web have the chance and knowledge to do so. Because there are a lot of people who would likely be happier getting away from social media, but this is all they know.

They get excited about the indie web, and getting away from social media; but the second they hear that building your own website requires even a baseline understanding of HTML which can be learned in literally like 30 minutes and amounts to knowing <p> and <html> they go "oh uh, nope not for me! I'll just go back to playing FFXIV learning raid mechanics and complicated rotations but uh coding is too much for me! lol" Which kinda kills me because it's like these same people can sit me down and go "oh this raid isn't that complicated actually you just have to [flawlessly have all 23 mechanics memorized and rattles them off like it's nothing.]" But then they just decide that HTML which they have an interest in learning is somehow too hard.

I know people who can speak 4 languages but think coding is too hard. I know people who can play 3 instruments but think coding is too hard. You know what they all have in common? They looked at the fact it was "programming" and said no before they even attempted. Because programming/coding is SCARY. It's not that they tried and failed and gave up because it was so agonizingly difficult, it's that they didn't even try in the first place.

A lot of people I know also gave up after failing once or twice because it didn't stick. I came back to HTML 4 times before it stuck for me, again learning disability; autism, the works. So like sure, but I genuinely feel like people would have an easier time understanding coding at least with things like HTML if they actually viewed it as something they could achieve, and learn in a setting that's actually suited to them.

I tried learning from YouTube videos and while they're very good videos, they didn't help me nearly as much as just getting into an HTML document and rummaging through it's guts seeing what changed as I messed with it. I'm too hands on for someone to sit me down and talk at me for 3 hours about different tags and shit. I gotta do it, put me in coach I'm ready to absolutely destroy the website and then fix it again.

Anyways I'm rambling here, but I genuinely hope this made sense. Again I'm not intending to say "I'm right you're wrong here's my extremely long winded speech as to why" or whatever. Coding can be hard for some people, I do genuinely believe the way it was taught to you made it hard for you to learn it; or maybe you have something like my learning disability where for whatever reason learning coding IS just difficult for you. I'm not saying you do or anything I'm saying that could very well be the case, you're an anon I don't know you.

This does sorta go back to the "Your Experiences Aren't Universal" for both of us in this case. Never the less I appreciate your perspective and your ask. I guess I just wish more people were willing to pursue the things they want in various ways even if they fail initially. Like if you don't care about having a website then it's fine, don't worry about it; but if you do, I just want to help people find the resources they need to help them make it.

[plumblossomcafe]

Ch.3: Shadow Over Mondstat and Unexpected Encounter

TW: Slight PTSD and swearing

Once the three made it to the city, they approached the Goth Grand Hotel, where they saw Jean talking to someone

Paimon: Isn't that Jean? Seems she's talking to someone... Let's let her finish, then go say hi?

The three hid from their sight and listened to the conversation

Y/n: "The...Fatui!?!? Were the members that live in this hotel ordered to drag me back to him!?! I don't want to go back!!!"

Anastasia: ...which is what has brought us to this point in the first place. If you are unable to promptly deal with the Stormterror threat, then leave the defense of Mondstadt to the Fatui. We can put an end to Mondstadt's dragon issues. All we need to do is bring that monster to the—

Jean: "Monster"?

Anastasia: Yes. What's your point?

Jean: Ah... I'd expect a more professional attitude from your diplomats. Yet here you are saying you want to "put an end" to one of The Four Winds of Mondstadt? I won't have any of this nonsense in front of the Knights of Favonius.

Anastasia: Heh... Hehehe... It's not as crazy as you make it sound. Fine. That's enough negotiation for today. At this stage, it's simply... an amicable exchange of constructive opinions, no? I'll be sure to make... thorough notes...Also that girl, "Y/n" was her name was it?

Jean: !? "Shit...what do they want with her!?"

Anastasia: She lives here in Mondstadt and is under the protection of you knights, correct? Well, you should just not protect her anymore she's a monster that is out of control--

Jean: Don't you dare call her a monster!!!

Anastasia: Well, she is. Why don't you just hand her over to us that'll at least lift some weight off your shoulders

Jean: Like hell I'll do that!!!

Anastasia: Alright, alright, but let me make one thing clear if this problem continues. Hand that girl over, she'll be under great care, that I can assure you *leaves*

After that, the three walk over to Jean

Jean: Oh, you guys are back. Thanks for your help. The elemental flow is finally stable. The aftermath of Stormterror's last attack is finally settled for the moment. However, the pressure from the delegation has become too big to be ignored...

Paimon: Delegation? From Liyue Harbor or Inazuma City?

Jean: Snezhnaya. They choose to follow the God of Cryo. Their envoys go by a particular name: The Fatui. Heard of them?

Paimon: Oh, them. They are super famous. Wait, infamous is more the word...

Jean: I don't think killing Stormterror is the right course of action.nThe Cryo God's Fatui have always coveted the Anemo God's power. I don't believe they have Mondstadt's best interests at heart.

Y/n: *crying once more* Jean...? Will I go back to them? *sniffling* I...I don't want to go back there

Jean: No... *hugs her and gently caressing her head* You won't go back there....I promise, I'll do everything in my power to prevent that from happening "Even if it means I'll get my hands stained with blood"

Aether/Paimon: "For some reason, I can't handle seeing Y/n this sad....I want to do everything I can to make sure she's always happy"

Aether: I know this isn't the best time, but, Speaking of power...

Jean: What is it, Aether? *still cradling Y/n in her arms*

Aether: There's something I need to show the Knights of Favonius.

Jean: Oh? Let us head back to headquarters then. We shouldn't discuss important matters... out in the open. I also think it's best if we take Y/n back to headquarters so she can calm down more

While heading to the headquarters

Jean: Mondstadt and Snezhnaya are considered the same in status. Mondstadt is independent and does not belong to any other nation. In fact, despite being referred to as a city, Mondstadt is a nation. Though, Snezhnaya's Fatui are known to be the most aggressive diplomats in Teyvat...

Paimon: Makes sense, given the tone of that woman just now — so rude! But why would they want Y/n?

Jean: Uh, that's a topic and question that I can't answer right now...

Inside the Knights of Favonius headquarters, Jean's office

Jean: It's a crystal embedded with some kind of power... Lisa, are you able to analyze it?

Lisa: Let me take a look... Hmm... I can see impurities in the crystal, but upon further inspection... No, I'm sorry, I can't make a proper analysis at the moment. Give me some time. I'll take a look through the library's restricted section.

Jean: Right. I'll leave the research to you then, Lisa. *looks twords Y/n who is holding a cup of tea while not speaking at all and refusing to drink the tea*

Lisa: Understood. I'll notify you all if I make any progress. Though I wouldn't go getting your hopes up. They are incredibly ancient texts, not to mentio— Ouch! Gosh, that hurt! The impurities in the crystal... It hurts when I get close... I see... It appears to react to Visions. The impurities and the elemental energy we embody repel each other. It's strange, though. Aether has elemental abilities as well, but he doesn't seem to be affected in the same way.

Aether: ...

Lisa: Anyway, the crystal would be better left in the hands of my cutie. It will just be a pain if left with us — both literally and metaphorically.

Aether: Okay. I will keep it.

Jean: ...Fascinating. Do you know anything about what makes you special?

Aether: *nods*

Jean: I do not know what to make of it either. Well, then, Aether and Y/n... The Knights of Favonius have another favor to ask of you. Please accept the title of Honorary Knight... and the gratitude of the Acting Grand Master.

Paimon: Honorary Knight... of Favonius!?

Y/n: Huh!? But why?

Jean: Well, for a while, I could tell that you've been wanting to become a knight but didn't have the courage. Plus, We ask for both of your continued assistance in finding some answers. Stormterror's rage... and strange crystals... I know Mondstadt's peace hangs in the balance. May the wind open your eyes to the truth. We'll meet back here if you find anything.

Aether: Alright, we'll be heading out now

Y/n: Can I go with you guys?

Jean: Are you sure Y/n? I don't want you to overwork or push yourself a lot. you're still recovering from what happened earlier

Y/n: I'll be fine, I just want to take a walk and get some fresh air

Aether: I'm take of her if that makes you feel better

Jean: *sighs* All right then, please protect Y/n while you're both out there

After leaving headquarters

Paimon: There's something you didn't tell them. The dragon and the crystal weren't the only things we saw.

Aether: I'd like to investigate it on my own first. I don't think he's a bad guy.

Paimon: So you do remember him, that green guy.

Y/n: Huh? Who are you guys talking about?

Paimon: He looked just like that guy down there! *points at the guy*

Aether: Well... Looks like him...

Paimon: What!?

Y/n: *shocked* "Venti.."

Aether: Let's follow him

Y/n: Alright...

During the investigation

Paimon: That green guy disappeared! Use Elemental Sight to track him down.

While they were following the elemental. footsteps, the footsteps stopped at a wall

Paimon: His footprints lead to this wall. Did he climb up from here?

Aether: Still, let's go after him!

Let my soul ascend from this world

[canirove]

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"So... Aren't you two forgetting something?" Bruno asks Rúben and Mila.

He’s managed to get the whole “Portuguese gang”, as he likes calling themselves, at Bernardo’s house to have dinner one last time before everyone goes their own way for the holidays.

"I don't know what you are talking about" Mila says, her hopes of getting away without Bruno mentioning his favourite topic of conversation, gone.

“What about you, Rúben?” he asks him.

"Nothing" he shrugs.

"Oh, c'mon" Bruno complains, rolling his eyes. "The kiss!"

"Oh, that" Mila whispers, suddenly finding a loose strand on the sofa very entertaining.

"Do we have a video?" Diogo asks.

"Nope" Rúben says.

"You haven't kissed then?"

"We have not."

"Then you must do it. Now."

"Bruno..." his wife warns him. "Let them be."

"Why? We made a deal!" he says.

"But can't you see that something has happened?" she whispers.

"They've been acting very weird since they arrived, that's true" Bernardo adds.

"Did you argue?" Diogo asks them.

"We didn't argue" Rúben replies.

"Then what happened?"

"Oh, nothing, Diogo. Just that before we left the house, Rúben couldn't resist it and he ate me out on the dining table because I apparently looked too beautiful, making the fact that now you all want us to kiss, even more awkward" Mila says to herself.

She knows they won't be happy with just a peck, they'll ask for a proper kiss. And she also knows that, if that happens, she won't be able to hold herself and they'll kiss like they always do, like they need the other to breathe.

And their friends aren’t stupid, they will definitely know something is going on. Something that, besides the fact that she isn’t able to say no to having sex with Rúben, will only put more pressure on her and on trying to figure out what the hell does she feel for him. On what she wants.

"Seriously, guys. Let it be" Bruno's wife says. "You've clearly made them uncomfortable."

"But it is just a kiss!" Bruno protests.

"Ok, fine" Mila says, grabbing Ruben's chin, making him face her and kissing him. It isn't a proper kiss, but it isn't a peck either, so hopefully that'll be enough for them. "Happy?"

"In the slightest" Bruno says, crossing his arms over his chest. "What do you think, guys?"

"I think they could do more" Diogo shrugs. "Girls?"

"I think you all are annoying as hell" his girlfriend says.

"Thank you" Mila replies.

"If we give you a proper kiss, will you finally leave us alone? Do you promise that you will stop?" Rúben asks.

"Promise" Bruno says, moving his hand to his heart.

"Promise" Diogo says, doing the same.

"Alright then" Rúben says, getting up from the sofa and offering Mila his hand.

"This is a mistake" she whispers as she gets up.

"Are you ready?" Rúben asks.

"Ready!" Bruno says, his phone on his hand.

"Then let's get this over with" he says, grabbing Mila’s face with both hands and kissing her.

At first it feels like a normal kiss, nothing different. But then his thumb brushes against her cheek, and the control Mila had, is gone. She kisses him back with more passion, with more need. And so does he. When her hands move to his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to her, his do the same, moving from her face to her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

"Holy shit" Mila hears Bruno say when they finally break apart. Her hands are now around Rúben's neck, their eyes fixed on the other, both of them panting a bit. "You've definitely kissed like that before. Definitely."

"I'm pretty sure they've done more than kissing" Diogo chuckles. "These two are already fucking!"

"What?" Rúben and Mila say at the same time, looking at him.

"Don't look at me like that, you know it is the truth" he shrugs. "That's why you were being so awkward around each other today, because you were afraid we would notice."

"That's stupid" Mila says with a nervous laugh.

"Is it?" Diogo insists.

"Are you... Are you guys..." Bruno's wife asks. "I mean, it did look like that wasn't your first kiss."

"But it was" Mila says.

"Ha!" Diogo laughs.

"It was" she repeats.

"That's what you say. What about you, Rúben? Is it true that this is your first kiss?" Diogo asks him.

"It is, yes."

"Liars! Bruno, say something. I'm sure you don't believe them either."

"I don't know if I believe them or not, but that was the hottest kiss I have ever seen" he replies.

"Bruno!" his wife says, hitting him in the arm.

"What? Aren't you turned on? Like, not even a little bit?"

"Oh, God" Mila says, rolling her eyes. "I'm going home."

"Running away because we discovered your secret?" Diogo asks with a teasing smile.

"Fuck you, Dalot" she says, grabbing her bag and leaving.

“Mila… Mila, wait” Rúben says, following her.

“I want to be alone.”

“Let me drive you home.”

“I said I want to be alone, Rúben.”

“But…”

“Alone” she says again without looking at him, his heart shrinking a bit. “I need to be alone.”

“Will you at least text me when you make it home? Tell me that you are ok?” Rúben asks her, moving his hand to grab hers. But she avoids his touch, making the feeling on his chest almost painful.

“I will” she says, opening the door of Bernardo’s house and leaving.