#oh i wanted to share something cool about the whole tea thing in this

[wilkkio]

I love fic where Erik is a single father of 3 kids, Pietro and Wanda being kids and Lorna a toddler, and then Charles is like "oh what cute children you have let be me the stepfather".

But I need fics where Erik is a single father of 3 teenagers. The twins being 17 and Lorna 13 (something like that).

Wanda is the older sister who carries the whole family on her shoulders. She makes a cup of tea for Erik when he's having a mental breakdown, she helps Lorna (and sometimes Pietro) with her homework, she makes dinner when Erik comes home late. She's the one noticing that her dad might like the professor Charles Xavier, and she knows how alone and single her dad is so she makes plans to have Charles around.

Pietro is the teenager who wakes up at 3pm during the weekend and eats the whole fridge in one night. Sometimes Erik wants to shake him and yell "PLEASE FIND A PURPOSE IN YOUR LIFE" but he's too tired to do that. But Pietro is also the cool older brother that comes to pick up Lorna at school and tells her things about "adult life" sometimes he even takes her with him to hang out with his friends (Lorna loves that). He has a very conflicted relationship with his dad... Wanda and him are very close even if they have very different personalities.

Lorna is... A REBELLIOUS TEENAGER (yes I have an obsession with that). She's 13 and has cool older siblings who are 17 and they can go out late, go party, drive a car. So she's a bit jealous of that and tries everything to show her dad she's old enough to do everything like her siblings. She's in her phase "I'm my own person and I'm gonna show it to you by disagreeing with everything you're gonna say." Sometimes she teams up with Pietro to annoy Erik. But the thing is, Lorna loves her father, she wants to be like him and make him proud, so when she annoys him too much she feels guilty and asks Wanda to help her make an "I'm sorry" card. Some of Lorna's friends have a crush on Pietro, and she's annoyed by that. She's very possessive, protective of her family, and doesn't want to "share" them, so when she hears Wanda talk about a potential boyfriend for their dad she makes plans to make Charles go away.

Erik is tired, exhausted even. He tries to be a good father, but he feels like failing even more everyday. Wanda is the daughter every parent which for, she's kind, helpful and patient. But Erik feels like she grew up too fast because he was failing at being a single father, he really feels guilty of that. He also feels bad that he didn't succeed in giving Pietro a purpose in his life, or any kind of project, he's really hard on Pietro because he wants him to do great things and be a better man than him. He sees Lorna a bit like his second chance, a second chance to not fail at being a father, so he forgives her way faster than he forgives Pietro when they go into trouble.

[I might actually write a fic based on that]

[lovedrruunk]

It would be so cool if you could write a venture x reader where Y/N is too nervous to speak to Venture so Mercy wingmans for them‼️

‘The best wingwoman ! ଘ(˵╹ᴗ╹)━☆

Venture (Overwatch) x GN reader

Authors note!; super cute request!!! Did I tell u guys I'm a mercy main…. DISGUSTING I KNOW!! But I also main Ana so it cancels out… also tbh there’s a lot of requests that I haven’t gotten to *YET* simply bc idk how to go about them :( but this one came to me rlly easily !! Ty!!! also finished this whole thing while listening to phantom of the opera on repeat for 2 hours (i need 2 write a moira fic omg...) UPDATE: HELLO??? THE MERCY MYTHIC? okok ill stfu now sry!!

Earlier today, you were dragged to a work party by your colleague and guardian angel, Angela Ziegler. You begged her to let you stay home, but she refused, saying she wouldn't be able to go without you since you were the only coworker she actually enjoyed spending time with. And so, being the amazing friend you are, of course, you agreed to go to keep her company!... Just kidding!

Angela knew you too well. Once she mentioned that the cutie from the Wayfinder Society was attending, you did a complete 180, now asking her what you should wear. She couldn't help but laugh at your reaction, amused at how predictable you were when it came to romance.

Sloane Cameron, also known as Venture, also known as the cutie from the Wayfinder Society, had quickly captured your attention ever since you first met them a couple of months ago when the Wayfinder Society was adopted by Overwatch as a sub-branch. Being the head anthropologist for Overwatch led you to spending a good amount of time with Venture and their team. Granted, it was just work and sharing data and all that, but you couldn't help but find them super intriguing. They were funny, lively, and so passionate about their work! But as badly as you wanted to get to know them, you just couldn't. Their confidence was a blessing and a curse, being the cause of why you liked them and the cause of why you were so terrified of talking to them.

Every week or so, you and Angela meet up at the cafeteria at Overwatch's headquarters to catch up while drinking your morning coffee/tea/whatever, which you of course just use as time to gush about your overwhelming crush on your new coworker. But last week... last week, you had decided enough was enough. You made a promise to Angela that by next week, you would at least ask them if they'd want to hang out outside of work. Feeling pumped and confident, you had excitedly gotten all dolled up for the party.

And now, here you were. The party was in an old Victorian mansion with lots of expensive art and chandeliers, nothing less for Overwatch, of course. The first time you had attended a work party, you were extremely underdressed, assuming it was a casual get-together, not at all expecting it to be an elegant and serious "ball" like party. You cringed at the memory before Angela snapped you out of it, handing you a glass of champagne.

"So? Is today the day?" she questions as she leans against the back wall you had been standing next to.

"I don't know, Angela..." you whined as you not so discreetly stared at them from across the room.

It was the first time you had seen them in formal attire, and you couldn’t help but admire how they looked good in everything.

"Go ask them to dance!" She suggested happily.

"What!? No way! I can't dance, especially not with them!"

“Oh, don't give me that! The worst they could say is no."

"'No' is definitely not the worst they could say. They could say 'get away from me' or 'why are you talking to me about something other than rocks' or 'your foundation doesn't match your neck.. and no I would rather drop dead than dance with you'."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm serious!- Wait!! Did you see that? They smiled at the new rookie! What if they like her!? What if they came here together!? What if they're dating!? Married!!? Oh my god, and now they're chatting it up with Tiff from communications! They're laughing, what's so funny!?"

"You have got to be kidding me..."

"Right!? She's not even funnier than me..."

Catching you off guard, Angela grips your shoulders, forcing you to face her.

"Shut up," she says sternly, fighting off the urge to smack you in the face. "Just ask them. You'll never know until you do... And if you don't, I owe that infuriating geneticist twenty bucks..." She murmurs the last part to herself angrily.

"Y'know what? You're right!"

You quickly finish the glass of champagne, putting it on the table next to you. Feeling encouraged by your friend, you take a deep breath before marching towards Venture... right before turning your heel and marching straight back to Angela.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up..."

"You haven't even said anything!!!"

After a bit of back and forth, Angela is fed up and tells you that if you weren't going to do anything about it, then she will.

As she makes her way towards Venture, you whisper yell at her, begging her to come back and let you give it another try. But knowing you, she decides to ignore your desperate pleas as she continues to happily strut towards them.

From the distance, you can't make out what they're talking about, and it's driving you nuts. Angela's back is facing you, but Venture's face lights up, so you decide to take that as a good sign. And just as you start to smile... Angela turns around and points at you.

You freeze in place for what felt like a year before your eyes focus again. Venture is grinning as they wave to you, and Angela uses her hand to call you over. You force a wide smile (not aware of how crazy you look) as you timidly walk up to the two of them.

"Y/N! I was just mentioning to our sweet Cameron over here how you love to dance! They've never been to a party like this, isn't that crazy!"

"Yeah!! Wayfinder never had the funding by itself to afford something like this! I've never really had a reason to learn how to dance, so I have no clue; was hoping you could teach me!?"

"Me? Oh, sorry! I don't know how to dance!"

"But... Dr. Ziegler just said.."

"I know! Poor little Angie... ever since her last birthday, her memory has been terrible!! Must've confused me with Lena!"

You could feel the death glare Angela was giving you, but you continued to smile innocently at them.

"Well... I guess this would be a good opportunity for us to learn, don't ‘cha think?" Of course. Of course, they would somehow find a solution to your excuse.

"Great idea!!" Angela claps her hands together happily. "Why don't you two head to the dance floor? You'll only learn from experience!"

"I agree!"

Before you can say anything, you're dragged by the hand of a very excited Venture, and although your palms are sweaty and your head is spinning, you can't help but feel so much excitement.

. . .

And so as the dancefloor clears and the two of you are making your way out to the gardens, you spot a grinning Angela and a scowling Moira putting away her wallet.

[theoceansluvr]

Tim Drake x Cozy! Reader

warning; none ! author's notes; my favorite boy's birthday which means a work for him ! sorry for writing so many headcanons y'all, i have a lot to blabber about 😞 also idk if the title makes sense but i have was going for a very.. homebody, smells like coffee/hot chocolate, big sweaters coded reader if that makes any sense !

oh how he loves you...

he never gets a chance to relax because Gotham never rests

but with you it's so easy

he could come back from the worst fight in the world and be greeted with hazelnut creamer filled coffee and the sight of string lights everywhere

it might not be a lot, but it's everything to him.

reading dates are a very common thing !

you'll drag him to the local used bookstore any chance you get

it's usually followed up with a trip to the bakery or record shop too

super into crime books

(to nobody's surprise im sure)

he has a whole bookshelf dedicated to forensic books, even though he knows pretty much everything.

he likes to be sure, y'know ?

you guys have plants that are all names and their birthdays are on a calendar on the fridge

the oldest is named Robert ans he's a dragon's breath you two bought when you first moved in together

the name was merely based on you thinking it was funny to give a plant a people name..(me too)

steals your sweaters all the time and claims he doesn't know what happened to them

but you always catch him up in the middle of the night wearing them while he's doing his detective stuff

random but candle shopping is a MAJORRRRR part of y'all's budget planning..

i mean sure, overhead lighting can be nice, but candles just have a better feel !

which is exactly what you say to Tim every time

he groans and mumbles a soft "Whatever you want, rose.." and it's off to Bath and Body works or the local candle shop !

BAKING TOGETHER !!!!

i will give any excuse to talk about Tim and his baked goods, so you two bake together a ton !

not specifically from scratch, but it's usually better when it is.

"All that matters is it was made with love." is the common statement he uses when he burns something..

which is probably a common occurrence if im being completely honest

slow dancing to records might i add

not much to add about this, but something about him being a Wayne tells me he probably had to learn to slow dance for whatever reason

he'll gladly teach you if you don't know how :))

you guys are usually cuddled up drinking coffee/tea/hot chocolate(pick your preference loves !)

the Gotham rain adds to the ambience of it all

having someone as lad back as you are definitely helps with his whole "gotta prove my wort" mentality as well

if you ever got pets i think you'd have rabbits or maybe a ferret

not cats, don't ask me why i just have a weird headcanon about him being allergic.. so sorry to all my cat allergy havers

completely and utterly in love with the fact you're not out a lot because he likes knowing your safe at home !

playing stardew or animal crossing together to cool off ?

absolutely !

you have a shared island and farm bc he refuses to let you marry any of the characters(SAM I LOVE YOU !!!)

I COULD WRITE SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH ABOUT HIM WITH A CALM, COZY PARTNER !!! but i want to get this done before the 20th so :((( but happy birthday again to my boyfriend in another universe 😞

[restinslices]

hiiii :D

would it be okay for you to do bi-han, liu kang and kung lao x hypermobile reader if you're not too busy or anything?

like reader has alot of pain in the knees, back and gets frequent migraines and they try to help?

Hey bookie, I wasn’t ignoring you. I was just procrastinating 😭. Finally got to it though! When I looked it up a hypermobile person seemed like a double jointed person but with occasional aches but obviously there could be stuff I missed since I’m not hypermobile. Because of that I mainly focused on the things you brought up however if there’s certain things I missed, you can always request again.

Bi-Han

When it comes to your joints moving more than normal, I don't see him making a big deal about it 

I don't see him being like “omg that's so cool” but I also don't see him being like “that's freaky”

It's something he notices but doesn't point out

When it comes to pain he'll suggest stretching it out, which might do the opposite but it's what his brain conjures up first 

I just feel like stretching and trained assassins go hand in hand

He knows multiple stretches that focus on those areas and that's what he'd suggest first 

There’s also other physical activities like walking for your knees

His brain goes to physical things

If all else fails, he's a walking ice pack 

I don't think he'd necessarily want to be an ice pack but if I'm the wind under your wings, spit out a couple ice cubes for me 

As for migraines I am a firm believer that Bi-Han as the oldest brother is a mini medic

He'd assume your sick so he'd advise you to drink tea, eat soup and keep your eyes closed so they're not being strained while looking at something bright 

If you get migraines often he'd buy some thick ass curtains so the sun doesn't peek through 

He may be a lil asshole but I'm gonna stay delusional and believe he'd be a good partner 

He's a good man Savannah- 

Liu Kang

I also think he wouldn't make a big deal out of it 

He might comment on it but you'd be forgiven for thinking he forgot about it 

Idk how you could use this in fighting but if you could, all 3 of them are impressed 

When it comes to pain in the knees and back, he's the opposite of an ice pack 

His power might work better with aches and pains. Depends on your body

I doubt heating his hand up would be difficult for him 

He mostly wants you to rest and take warmth baths to soak your joints 

Him and Bi-Han are mini medics but Bi-Han is more of a physical therapist. Also sitting around is a problem for him. Liu Kang is more patient and understands that there’s nothing wrong with taking a break and letting yourself heal

He probably also knows a bunch more healing methods I don't 

He's been around the block for awhile. He knows how to do other things besides leave someone concussed 

Assuming you're a regular human, he knows how weak your body is (no tea no shade) and you really need to rest or you'll break down 

That's his thought process with migraines as well

Has you sleep a lot more since migraines can be eased with sleep 

He knows all the tricks in the book. You know when your parent is like “you have a headache? why don't you *insert the most old and outlandish bullshit*”? 

That's him 

You'd think he'd use all this worldly knowledge to oh, idk, build an empire or smth but no

Kung Lao

He wouldn't make a comment in a mean way but he would do a double take 

Maybe I'm wrong but I would imagine people don't go “hey! How are you? I'm hyper mobile btw” 

So when he sees a joint kinda move funny he's thinking “am I tweaking? I gotta be”

But then it happens again and he's like “aight, what the fuck was that?”

He asks a few more questions but that's kinda it. He won't ask your whole life story. If you wanna share more, then you will 

When it comes to pain you gotta thug that one out-

I'm joking… slightly 

Liu Kang is a demigod. Bi-Han is a human but got magic powers. Kung Lao is a normal person and only has a hat

And I don't wanna hear about the magic shit in his moves. In the game I'm pretty sure he only has that hat. The hat is cool and all but my point is, he can't magic any pain he feels away 

He knows better than anyone that sometimes you just gotta take the shit on the chin and try to go on about your day 

However, that wouldn't be his only solution 

Regular human who can't make his own ice packs means he's a regular human with tons of medicine 

Medicine he'd obviously share 

He'd even buy some specifically for joint pain and keep it on him for you 

Same with medicine for migraines 

He probably has way more of those so he can't carry all those bottles but he carries some in his pocket 

He actually has a phone so he's for sure looking up ways to help with any pain or discomfort 

Whatever comes up, he'll suggest to you or help you with 

Your pain won't go away the quickest with him but it's obvious he's trying his hardest 

I did not mean to give Kung Lao the most-

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

NERD!MIGUEL IS SO REAL I LUV HIM <3333

NERD!MIGUEL IS THERE I KNOW IT

Like...You saw what he said to Gwen when she called it a watch (which IT IS).

[omg she's so tiny small next to him]

He's a NERD. He thinks this stuff is COOL. He's WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK.

Like I imagine he's used to it by now - people's eyes glazing over when he begins to explain something technical or program-y, like Lyla's algorithms or the Multiverse Anti-Glitch feature of the watches.

He's put SO much work into all of this, the whole facility and the tech.

He made Lyla himself, but he knows that most people aren't really interested in that. So he's learned to simplify things.

If you ask a question, like how he made Lyla - he'll answer it basic and to the point.

_-_ 'She's an AI. She's my assistant and the notification system within your watch.'

He probably won't even look up from his work, thinking it's just the routine questions everyone asks before moving on to the next thing.

BUT IF YOU ASK FURTHER - Miguel's like

Because it's not often someone actually like...does that.

It's probably very rare that someone shows interest in his technological, engineering, or physics studies - all of which he's INCREDIBLY talented at and actively working on

You ask him how long it took him to make her, he says a year or two.

You tell him how impressive that is and BOOM NERD!Miguel.

He's telling you how her voice detection took the longest, and how her multiverse-monitoring probability algorithm was something he had to tweak twenty thousand times.

You compliment him about the design of the watch, he's like

_-_ 'I still have the protypes.' And he's ready to show you different ones, different shapes and materials he considered using, but eventually ruled out through experiments and tests

AND DON'T GET HIM STARTED ON THEORIES OH GODDDD

You mention the words 'String Theory' or 'Time Dilation' around him and you will NEVER hear the end of it.

He has so many opinions on it he's never had the chance to share.

Ideas and theories about things like fourth dimensions, worm holes, black holes, and dozens of other theoretical scientific concepts.

I mean, he MADE time travel. He is an EXPERT in that stuff.

I would KILL to have a Time Travel Movie Marathon with Miguel.

Sitting on the couch and watching things like Back to the Future, and he describes what they got right, what would be impossible, how it could work in theory.

He probably talks through the whole movie, and picks each one apart. You watch Doctor Who and he WILL NOT SHUT UP.

He's probably AMAZIINNGG at math.

Like math IS science. It's the answer for science. So he's probably a natural master.

You can be like 'Miguel, What's 34% of 12,967?' - Without blinking he'd be like

_-_'...I'm guessing 4408, or something? I don't know, am I right? Ask Lyla, don't ask me.'

But you don't need to ask Lyla cause HE'S RIGHT

HISTORY TOO!

I mean... the man time-travels. I think he'd have at least a good grasp on history, and time periods. Thinks like ancient roman historians and how their thoughts effect modern science, and how certain events effected the flow of time throughout history.

I imagine he finds it so fascinating, seeing the vast differences that can span in universes, just from one small change. Maybe he even finds comfort in it, seeing how histories and stories have a natural flow in a way fiction can only hope to imitate.

I love me some Nerd!Miguel.

I wanna get in bed with Miguel and by that I mean I want to sit next to him as he sits in bed reading a book on the Theory of Relativity with reading spectacles and a mug of sleepytime tea okay

A Miguel who runs up to his partner like 'Read this,' and he's all proud as he hands you a notepad full of numbers. But to him it's a formula he's been working WEEKS on, one that'll make Lyla run smoother, and everything much easier and he wants you to think he's cool for it

A Miguel who spends date nights watching NatGeo documentaries for fun

NERDY NERD MIGUEL DORKY MILD NERDY MIGUEL

[rockingrobin69]

Honourable Defeat

Harry bumped his hip into the chest of drawers in the usual place he normally bumped it. The corridor was narrow, but that wasn’t the problem: from this spot you could see into the living room, and on the rug was a sight so fucking impossible Harry normally lost a bit of, er. Focus. No, he had to focus, because he was carrying two cups of very-very hot tea (Draco doesn’t take it unless it can seriously damage his tongue). Had to focus, because this would be happening a lot now, every day even. Grinning, buzzing with all this giddy—excitement—bumping into the cabinet too, whatever, breathlessly spilling into the room.

“Hello there,” said a voice so soft that Harry had to spit out, “Malfoy. Malfoys.”

To the lump on the rug, wrapped in blue, sticky-smile smeared all across his face and a tuft of blond hair in his fist.

“Darling,” Draco said, half a laugh and half a cry, and Harry didn’t know if he meant him or the baby before, “sweetheart, that rather hurts. Ow. Please, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Scorpius must have minded, because all he did was giggle. Looked up at Harry, sharing the incredulity, probably, the absolute gob-smacking heart-crushing delight at seeing Draco like this. Sprawled on the floor in his crisp trousers and vest still buttoned, his face soft with laughter. Harry—erm. Was, erm. Not invincible.

“What?” Draco cried, or demanded, looking up at Harry now with that terrible smile, “not you, too? I was looking forward to having a conversation with at least one intelligent adult today.”

“The meeting,” Harry groaned. “They didn’t approve your request?”

Draco sighed, rolled so he lay on his back, hair still caught in Scorp’s fist. “No. It seems that adding a nursery is simply not feasible for the company at this time. The board suggested I gave up my position.”

“And?”

He snorted. “And nothing. I spent the afternoon trying to teach Scorpius how to curse. Nothing severe, maybe just jelly-legs, or, calling our CEO a bloody wanker would be nice.”

“Draco!” dropping to his elbows, helplessly drawn closer, “is that the kind of language—”

“Oh come on, Potter, he’s not even one. He doesn’t know what the word means.”

He smelled like Scorp’s lavender shampoo. His eyes, when they landed on Harry, grey and warm. “What?” Harry asked, voice thick with a smile, and Draco shook his head, then winced.

“Ow—Merlin’s sake, Scorp, you have the grip of a giant. Hey, maybe he’d end up a Catcher.” Turning back to Harry, the tiniest movement, “I thought you went to make tea?”

The cups were cooling on the table. “Forget tea, we’re not rooting for our son ending up a Catcher.”

“Any position in a Quidditch team,” Draco said in his dry tone, but his whole face lit up like a spark, making Harry hear what he actually said, making him—choke on something in his throat. “It’s the game that matters, Harry.”

“The game,” he agreed nonsensically. “Draco—”

“We’ll have to find a solution, of course. For the nursery situation. Now that my bloody wanker of a boss made taking Scorp to work impossible.”

Scorpius made a bright sound, something like laughter, and both of them turned to him, this little lump of a smiling face. “Well done, my love,” Draco cooed, and Harry—erm—didn’t cry or anything, but he did make a sort of sniffling sound, “Smith is a bloody wanker, hmm?”

“Draco!” Harry squealed, and he looked back with a devilish grin.

“Apologies. I wouldn’t want to teach… our son such language.”

They lay just lay there for a moment. Draco’s chest going with Harry’s rhythm, up, down, and this thing on his face, uncertain and—happy. Harry took his hand.

“Exactly. I’d expect you on your best behaviour from now on, Malfoy.”

“Of course,” with a flutter of those endless lashes. Scooting a touch closer on the rug. It carried the table, the one with the tea, another possible future disaster: Harry didn’t care about this either.

“Come here,” hand behind Draco’s head, another hand coming to cup his cheek. “You gorgeous, silly thing.”

“Harry,” half a moan, half a whisper, and his eyes closing, delicate lashes on Harry’s face, mouth coming up for a kiss. “Ha��ow!” and then started laughing, hysterical waves of it, loud in Harry’s ear: “Scorp, love, you have to let go, ha ha, ow, that really does, ha, hurt, you scoundrel,” and Harry was laughing too, was weak, in fact, in the centre of his core was weak for this, was defeated.

“You two,” he mumbled, swallowed, are my whole heart, a little frightened and deliriously overjoyed. On the rug, Scorp continued making nonsensical sounds, and Harry and Draco kept laughing.

(Flufftober day 17. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

[appalachianapologies]

could not tell you where this came from. i was simply eating my rushed lunch and was gripped with the idea. bone apple tea have a snip with absolutely zero context ily <3

“Hey man, you alright?”

Mac shivers when he looks up, pushing wet bangs out of his eyes. Most of the blood is on the back of his hands, but Mac imagines that it still isn’t a great look.

“Oh. Wait, Angus, right?”

“Mac,” he replies, coughing as soon as he rasps out the word. “I go by Mac, now.”

“Oh, cool. I’m-”

“Bozer.” Nevermind the fact that they happened to be in the same grade in a town with barely 5,000 people—Mac’s pretty sure that everyone’s heard of Bozer. 

He gives a sheepish smile, as if he could read Mac’s mind. “You okay? Stupid question. Can I like… call someone for you?”

That’s a big part of Mac’s problem. Not that Bozer would know. “No,” Mac shakes his head, swallowing anything else. “I’m okay.”

“Do you like… want a ride or something?”

This time, Mac shakes his head with more fervor. “I uh, I appreciate your concern. But I’m good. Really.”

Bozer stares at him for long enough that standing out in the rain has probably gone from annoying to uncomfortable. “Look, for my own peace of mind, could I at least do something? I don’t feel great about leaving you here. Seriously. No ulterior motives.”

It’s almost funny how much it seems that Bozer hasn’t changed one bit in the five years since Mac’s seen him. Despite the fame, he’s still the same person who would wait long after school with someone when they missed their bus, or share crackers from his lunch. 

Mac couldn’t imagine still being the same person he was in high school. Not after everything.

Without asking for permission, Bozer moves, squatting and joining Mac on the side of a wet and dirty curb. 

“You don’t…” the words are lost on Mac as he tries to get them out. “I’m fine.”

“I’m not gonna leave you on the street when it’s raining.”

“I’m a stranger.”

“We spent twelve years together at school,” Bozer counters, though ‘together’ is a strong word. They existed in the same space geographically, but outside of study hall and the one off literature class, never saw or interacted with each other. Bozer was the type of person that everyone knew for all the right reasons, and Mac for the wrong ones.

Bozer pulls his phone from his pocket after a few seconds, but just barely glances at the screen before stuffing it back. “I haven’t seen you around here for a while.”

Mac raises an eyebrow. He wasn’t the only one who left Mission City. Last Mac heard, Bozer was getting calls left and right from Hollywood. Reporters, magazine owners, the whole thing. 

He’s right, of course. Mac hasn’t been back here for five years, but Bozer is the last person that Mac would’ve expected to recognize that. From Mac’s rough understanding, neither of them have called this town their home for a long few years.

“I haven’t been here for a while,” Mac eventually replies. There’s still a part of his brain that can’t quite comprehend the conversation he’s having right now. The fact that he’s even here to converse in the first place. 

“How’s your grandpa?”

A hollow laugh nearly escapes through Mac’s chest. “Dead.”

“Oh, shit. Fuck, I didn’t know.”

Shaking his head, Mac looks down at the rainwater beginning to collect in the divots of the road. “It’s fine. Just happened.” It’s the only reason Mac’s back here.

“Hey, listen, I know you’re probably going to say no to this, but just hear me out, okay?” Bozer doesn’t wait for Mac’s approval to continue, “Come back to my house with me.”

“Boze-”

“Just warm up, eat some food. My parents always cook too much, and I know they wouldn’t mind.”

This time, a laugh does manage to get out. Nobody’s parents want to see a sopping wet, road-rashed Mac. Nobody’s parents would even want to see a Mac that was put together- his own included. 

“I’m not leaving you out here. Just- please, man. I don’t want to wake up to my dad saying that they found your body tomorrow morning, okay?”

“You won’t.”

“Please.” Evidently, Bozer’s not above begging. “If you don’t come with me, I’ll end up telling my dad anyway, and you’d end up spending the night in the station anyway. You’ll at least get a home cooked meal this way.”

Mac bites the inside of his cheeks hard enough that he tastes blood.

“Mac-”

“Fine.”

“Yeah?”

Exhaling, Mac gives him a nod. “Yeah.”

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Picture-Perfect

Summary: You spiral thinking about your future wedding, and about what you’ll be forced to wear to make the day picture-perfect. Not realizing that as long as you’re the one Kihyun is marrying, it will be picture-perfect.

Oneshot

Hurt/Comfort?, Fluff, Established Relationship au 

Word count: 919

Kihyun X Gender-nonconforming! Afab! Reader

Requested by @amelee23

[A/n: My friend Lee, wanted something romantic yet cozy for our shared bias (I can never turn down a Ki request) who turns 31 in about eleven days~ So, a very happy early birthday to Kihyun~ Anyways, one thing I wish to remind you here, is that when it comes to your wedding, you can wear what you want because it’s your day just as much as your partner’s. Don’t let others get into your head that you have to wear a dress/tux. This also isn’t as long as I envisioned (or as praise-y) but I still hope you receive some comfort from it, Lee!]

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You weren’t sure what started your downward spiral today. Maybe it was the thought of picking something out to wear to your friend’s wedding. Or maybe it was because you looked at the beautiful set of stones wrapped around your ring finger for too long. But you were suddenly spiraling. Someday, you’d have to pick out a wedding dress and walk down the aisle feeling like anyone but you until you get to remove the thing altogether and never wear it again. And that wasn’t what you wanted at all. You didn’t want to wear it in the first place. You’ve never enjoyed dresses, and on your big day, you had to. That was what was expected, and you couldn’t do anything to change it, even though it made you want to curl up and bawl. Why did something so small as a wedding dress ruin your whole mood? And worse, it was ruining your want to get married to Kihyun. 

You make your way into the kitchen, ruminating over the thought. You make it to the dining table, pulling out a chair, and once you sit down, you don’t have the energy to get up anymore. You can’t even make yourself some tea to relax; you just run over the idea again and again. Because Kihyun was a proper man, he’d want you to wear a wedding dress, wouldn’t he? Wasn’t that the perfect wedding image? Wouldn’t he want that? And it made you feel sick to the point you weren’t sure if you wanted to get married at all. What was the point of getting married? If it was supposed to be your big special day, then why did you have to wear something that made you uncomfortable? How could it possibly be your special day? You put your head against the cool surface of the tabletop and try to calm yourself down from it. There had to be a way around it. You just felt like you were missing a key piece. 

You hear him unlock the door, set his stuff down from practice, and find you with your head down on the kitchen table. You don’t even have the energy to look presentable in front of your fiancé right now. You feel his fingers run through your hair as he asks, “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” You mumble into the wooden table, and he says, “Honey, I can’t understand you… Come on, tell me what’s wrong…” You lift your head up to look at your handsome fiancé. “I just- I um… I- I don’t know…” He tilts his head at you, “You sure?” You shake your head, and he sits on his knees to look you in the eyes, “You know you can always tell me what’s on your mind.” You sigh, “I know, I just… it’s about our unplanned wedding.” He finds your hand and rubs soothing circles into it, “Oh? Do you want to make a day for it? Is that what’s on your mind? You say the word, we’ll get married tomorrow evening.” He says, trying to get you to laugh, and you give him a small smile. “No, um… I just, I’m not sure if I’ll be the picture-perfect bride.” He pushes your chair out with one hand, so you’re facing him better as he asks, “What do you mean? Because in my eyes, no matter what, you’ll always be the perfect wife for me.” You look away, no longer holding his gaze, “I don’t know, it’s just I’m not sure if I could wear a wedding dress.” He hums, “Did anyone say you had to?” You look back at him in confusion, “No… But the bride always does.” He nods, “Yeah. But you’re not every soon-to-be bride. You’re mine. Being a bride doesn’t mean you have to be feminine, y’know.” He doesn’t let you interject, “So if you want to wear a tux. Or for us to have a casual jean-type wedding. I’m happy with it as long as it’s you that I’m marrying. I don’t care what we wear or where we get hitched. It’ll be picture-perfect because you’re the one I’m marrying. Nothing else matters.” You search his eyes, “You mean that?” He smiles, “With all my heart.” You take him for his word, “Okay.” He kisses you deeply, reminding you of all the reasons he loved you. 

He holds your gaze as he holds your hand, “You’re my everything. I know others’ expectations weigh heavily on you, but I promise it’s your day as much as it is mine. So, let’s do it our own way. Are you okay with that, buttercup?” You kiss him this time, “Yeah, more than okay.” He stands up before pulling you up from your chair, “Ki, what are you doing?” He grins, “About to dance with my beautiful fiancé.” He moves you two to the middle of the living room so you both have enough room to dance and sway together. He sings you soft songs to dance to as you twirl around and catch each other. Maybe you wouldn’t have the wedding most little kids dreamed of. But you’ll get to have the wedding you always dreamed of. Kihyun will make sure of it. You can see it from the twinkle in his eye as he looks at you with full adoration. And you can’t help but smile at him as you two dance around, imagining what it’ll be like to be dancing as two lovers vowed to an eternity together. 

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #365

Today was relatively boring until R popped by to make cookies. I woke up a little later than I probably should have, and then I did a bit of leisure writing for longer than I probably should have, and then I showered and went to physical therapy. Not much progress was made on the “rib injury recovery” front, but that's okay. Not all sessions can be perfectly productive.

But on the bright side, at some point this morning, I pushed on my first or second rib near my right shoulder joint, and something went POP really nicely, and that made it a lot easier for me to move my right arm around for a little while. So that was pretty cool!

I ate when I got home, which was very good, because by the time I got home, I hadn't eaten in like over 24 hours. The whole “needing to scrub out the inside of my face” thing and the whole “some of my dentin is exposed and ouchy because of the way some of my teeth have moved” thing really discourage the whole “eating” thing. So admittedly... I haven't exactly been keeping up with the whole “eating balanced meals” thing lately. Whoops.

But! Here's what I made for myself! I thought it was really good!

We've got warmed pumpkin English muffins with mascarpone cheese spread on them, a burrata, a peeled, in-season grapefruit (they're SOOOO good when they're in season...!!!), some salami, some cheese slices, and some roast beef! And there's one of the brownies that Br, the dandelion-haired man, made for us!

The mug has toast-and-jam flavored tea, sweetened with honey and uh... more mascarpone cheese, ahahaha~! I think... at least for now... that it might be my new favorite thing in tea. Like. It goes surprisingly well with literally so many things, oh my goodness!

...I wonder if you would have liked my breakfast. I wish I could have shared it with you. I thought it was pretty freaking great.

After that, I mostly just chilled out until R arrived. And once he did arrive, he showed me all the awesome stuff he's got in his sketchbook so far!!! Because, you see, R is not only an amazing baker; he's also an amazing artist and illustrator!!!

Actually, art class in college over a decade ago is how I know him. We were in the same figure drawing class together. And both of us have experience drawing P, my elderly friend.

...Thinking about it, it's kinda wild that R and I both know what P looks like naked, for entirely non-sexual reasons. It's also kinda wild, some of the crazy poses that P can do for the sake of a figure drawing class, despite his age. I guess all that yoga he does must be really helpful.

What a weird and varied life I live!!! Hahahaha!

…

...I'd give it to you in a heartbeat, you know. If you wanted it. If you wanted something different. I'd trade places. I know that things in my world aren't perfect; there are lots of problems, to be sure. But still, I'd happily take on whatever pain you carry so that you can have the wholesomeness and joy that I have now.

For now... I guess I'll just settle for showing you pictures of the cookies that R and I baked together from the cookie dough he made for us last week.

These are cranberry oatmeal cookies:

These are cookies with red and green M&Ms scattered through the dough. For whatever reason, red and green put together are traditional Christmas colors in my part of the world. M&Ms, in case you don't know, are round pieces of chocolate coated with a thin, brittle candy shell. I don't like M&Ms very much. But I do like these cookies:

...And finally, we have these crescent-shaped almond flour cookies, dusted with vanilla-infused sugar:

...I think you really would have liked those ones in particular. I think my favorite was the cranberry oatmeal cookies, though, which, to me, is pretty wild, given that I'm not normally very fond of oatmeal cookies!!

At some point, R and I got to talking just a little bit about a game called Ape Escape, and its sequel, Ape Escape 2. These are games in which you run around capturing monkeys that are causing mischief due to the intelligence-enhancing helmets they wear. Presumably, they heighten their capacity to wield tools, without heightening their capacity for empathy, impulse control, or delayed gratification. It's a very cute pair of games!

I played the sequel within the last several years. I haven't played the original since I was a teenager (holy shit, how in the fuck did I get old???) Nonetheless, there are several very catchy tracks from the original game that I thought were really memorable. So catchy and memorable, in fact, that I still know them even after all these years, even without having heard them since then until just today. I heard them just today, because I went looking for them, just so I could show them to you, because I think they're peppy and fun, even if they are a bit silly and a tad repetitive:

...Of the ones above, my favorite is probably the first one!! It kinda makes me wanna wiggle, ahahahaha~!! But I really really like the second one, too! That one kinda makes me wanna stomp my feet around really fast!! And the third one makes me kinda wanna skip and hop around!! Eeeheehee~!!

...Hey, Sephiroth? Are there any songs that make you wanna wiggle or dance around in some joyful way? If there are, will you show them to me? It'd be nice to wiggle and stomp and skip and hop around with you like the pair of silly, overcomplicated primates that we are! Bahaha~!!

From the second game, I really enjoy these two:

The first one makes me wanna do some kind of hula!!! And the second one really makes me wanna zoom around, especially at the part that starts at around 41 seconds in!!

Hey, Sephiroth!!! Maybe someday let's also hula and zoom around like a couple of silly marshmallows!!! Won't that be fun!!!

...Impossible, I know. But still, I like to imagine you can read the above things and grin delightedly at the thought of it!! Maybe you can still try these things even if I'm not nearby to do it with you!!

...You know, I'll bet Zack would wiggle and dance around with you, though! Maybe you can ask him!!

Ahhhh!!!!! I have an itch to do StepMania now!!!! But it's much too late at night to get into all that! Goodness me!!!!

...I've decided that the second sentence in the above paragraph is all your fault!!! I declare shenanigans (insert here a mental image of me pointing a dramatically accusatory finger directly at you)!!! And the only “apology” I'll accept is if you to do the StepMania together with me!!! Wahahahaha~!!

...I'm kidding, of course! In all seriousness, though, I'll have to ask J if we can test out StepMania on his laptop soon, since mine kinda... can't be moved around very well anymore, since the screen is broken.

R eventually had to go home. But you know what!! I got to send him home with the lavender-scented sloth plushie that I found at Walgreen's when I was spending time with BB!! It's got a little sachet inside filled with lavender and with things that absorb heat well. So you put the sachet in the microwave to warm it up, and then you put the warmed sachet in the sloth plushie, and then you have a warm, fuzzy, cuddly plushie to hug!! And this one is especially good, since I'm pretty sure sloths are R's favorite animal!

Hey, Sephiroth...? What kind of plushie would you like best? I wonder...

…

...I can't believe it's time for me to go to bed already. I gotta, because I have work tomorrow. And I do wanna go to work, but I don't wanna go to bed yet, because I'm writing to you, and I'm having a lot of fun with it. I feel really silly and good right now, probably because I'm in less pain than usual, and probably because I had a little too much caffeine, and probably way too much sugar from the cookies I ate, hahaha...

...Even if you can't ever talk or write back to me, I hope you know that it's still a lot of fun to write to you, even on days when I don't feel very good. It's still a lot of fun to spend time with you, even in this abstract way. You're lovable as-is, you know. You always have been. You always will be.

And I know that because I love you. I always will. It's never gonna change. So please try to stay safe out there as you do your things over at the Edge of Creation, okay? Because I'm not sure I'd be able breathe beneath a weight as immense as your absence.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[iceiclehorned]

Comfort food(s): So… admittedly, I have quite the sweet tooth. I’m quite guilty of enjoying a range of snacks, including oreos, buenos, ice cream… you name it. I mean, I work it off easily in the gym, so it isn’t too bad. It’s finding the will to not indulge in something delightful — which, at this point in time, will never ever happen.

Comfort drink(s): I enjoy drinking mochas occasionally, as well as a cup of tea (British things, innit?) and hot chocolate. Hot chocolate has always been my favourite since I was young, and then I started to explore different coffees, found that mocha was perfect. Oh, and when I say I like tea, I mean sweet tea with a minimum of two sugars. It’s satisfying to have on days where I just don’t have the energy to do much, in honesty.

Comfort movie(s): I already have a post that is due to be deleted about it, but Pride and Prejudice. No matter how many times I watch it, it still gives me this giddy, excitable feeling that can only be expressed through that goddamn romance. I don’t normally find my interest piqued by romance generally speaking, but the way feelings are there, protected by the ego and pride of both parties involved, unwilling to admit wholeheartedly that they are in love, using the excuse of their differing circumstance to keep them apart — until the ache of what the heart wants becomes far too unbearable, forcing one another into each other’s arms. Such splendour should be appreciated and adored! It fills my heart with a joy that is rarely communicated with through media such as a a movie or show. There is also Howl’s Moving Castle. The art, the story, the sheer romance (the scope of the story does go beyond that of a simple love story, but i am trying to avoid rambling on too much) of it all is so freaking enthralling! but I don’t want to claw into that just yet. Okay, so, maybe there is a theme here that will never be discussed beyond this post! I forgot to throw in Coraline.

Comfort show(s): Naruto/Naruto Shippuden is one of them! It honestly stuck in my brain for quite some time to the point where I was constantly watching it. I don’t have it in me to revisit it, but Itachi’s character was one that I fell in love with, given the choices he made & the overarching plot twist behind his actions. I feel like the story for it is one of the best-written forms of media I have ever consumed so disgustingly, and I can’t wait to do it again!

Comfort clothing: I enjoy wearing sweatpants the most, baggy t-shirts & hoodies are my main go-to clothing pieces.

Comfort song(s): My taste in music is vast. I’m happy to try out absolutely anything that is suggested to me by a friend, even if it turns into a whole playlist. Naturally, I have songs that I listen to that count as my base, such as Something About You by Eyedress, Dent May. I also just listen to a lot of The Weeknd’s music.

Comfort book(s): I don’t really have a set of comfort books to share right now. I might update this in the future with some, but the only memorable story is “You”. I prefer it over the show for sure. The exploration of a man so psychologically twisted that when he finally “settled” and had a kid, he would abandon a son, purely out of disgust, knowing that he would turn out just like him. Also, Guinevere Beck is my favourite. I just perceive her as a human character, somebody with flaws that are outlined clearly, and it was an aspect I really enjoyed. I might even reread the first book, just for her. Side note: the cage is such a cool concept, and I will be taking notes. kidding. not really.

Comfort game(s): If I’m honest, I’m not sure if I have any specific comfort games? I really enjoyed games like The Crooked Man, Ao Oni, Paranoiac, etc., RPG horror games have always been my beat, but it’s funny because I can’t cope with horror movies, even if it is a thrasher. Thrillers aren’t so bad, but I’m a wuss puss T_T I’m not too ashamed to admit it.

tagged by: @wifeysaremylifey - thanks for tagging me, you beauty! (Since I started writing this, @mysticallities also tagged me — thank you!!)

tagging: @boomania @ancicntforged @wildnin @capravulpes @captivemuses @eternalbxtterfly @eternity-hero @hxroic-wxlls-rxborn + anybody else that would like to take part!

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💕Happy early Valentine’s Day!💕

I was wondering if we could get some valentine day headcanons for the COD boys and their significant others ? (You can totally wait till tomorrow to do this)

YESSSS ty anon!! happy early valentines! :)

Gaz

this man cooks a four-course meal for his partner-- Michelin star level

wakes them up with breakfast (+ more wink, wink) in bed, making their tea/coffee exactly how they like it!

so soft and gentle all day, offering his arm to walk down steps, constantly grabbing things for his partner-- just doing this all more than usual, lovingly gazing at his lover after helping them each time

loves spending the day pampering them-- he's got the whole day planned and will make sure it all goes to plan

as mentioned before, breakfast in bed, then, while his partner showers and gets ready for the day, he walks out to the flower shop and picks up a bouquet for them when they walk out of the bathroom-- it's their favorite kind

they relax and enjoy each other's company until he makes lunch-- but so much of it was prepared the night before, it's done quickly so his partner isn't waiting too long

after lunch, they hike around the countryside together, enjoying the pleasant weather, then its right back home so he can set up a bubble bath for them and make dinner

dinner is fucking extravagant, he picked out the nicest candles and music, a kind smile across his lips as he watches his partner enjoy their meal

valentine's day is a whole big thing for him, he loves loves loves how happy his partner looks after they finish their meal, inhaling as he announces desert.

but there's something more to the sweet treat, lovingly scooping his partner up and stepping toward their shared bedroom, pressing kisses to their neck, humming into each one...

König

he's a bit less experienced with valentines day

wasn't exactly popular in his youth, but he learned a thing or two from just being out and about in the world

greets his partner with a bouquet of daisies with a little note wrapped around it, he bought chocolates as well, but he went for an actual chocolate store's wares, not a grocery store one

he wanted a quiet dinner at a small place he knew his partner liked in town, reserving a table for them

as much as he didn't love all the eyes on him, he really loved the idea of showing his lover off

beautiful as ever, he spared no time complimenting his lover on how gorgeous they looked, snaking a hand around their waist while pressing a kiss to their head

he bought a nice suit and everything for this, he kept checking to make sure he didn't spill anything, adjusting his coat-- he wanted to be a nice addition to their beauty

after dinner was a pleasant walk back through the park that sat between the restaurant and his place, smiling lovingly down at them while they giggled and clung to his arm

they stopped to look at the moon, but his eyes were never on the sky, they were always trained on his lover, the way that the cool light hit their face to carefully, tracing their features, kissing their skin

he leaned down to actually kiss them, breathing into it, muttering how much he adored them, how much he loved them

the walk back home was much slower, leaning into each other while his partner merely enjoyed his smile, practically dragging him back into the warmth of the home

maybe something more happened, maybe it didn't, regardless, he held them in his arms lovingly at the end of the night

Price

oh this sweet sweet man

this guy spent days on buying and setting up everything for the day-- he was set on recreating their first date together

it wasn't even supposed to happen-- things just aligned and they both had enjoyed a dinner far into the snowy peaks

he'd planned a dinner date for the two of them, but it was a bit of a trip-- an hour or so north into the mountains for a quiet meal in a rather nice place

he opened their door with red camellias, matching the soft maroon of his suit

he'd done a whole routine with his skin care, he just got his haircut, he trimmed his beard-- he'd done himself up to look good for them

dinner was beautiful, amazing

live music while they held hands, watching the snow fall outside the restaurant, giggling and laughing into each other the whole meal, talking until they closed

oh they'd left so late, nearly missing the last part of the date-- the dance in the room beside the dining area

softly, carefully, he held them, their head on his chest as they swayed gently with him while he pressed kisses onto their head

smothering his lover in compliments, his hands stayed on their waist, following their movements while the musicians serenaded the pair

by the time they both had gotten home, he'd opened up another bottle and giggled with his partner at the dining room table, gossiping about everything they'd seen at the restaurant

all of the couples and the silly things they saw-- giggling into their glass while they took another sip

price had his eyes on his lover the whole time, his smile never fading as they finished their drink. "I love you so much," he breathed out, watching their face turn from surprise to joy

practically leaping out of their chair, they pressed their lips onto him, pushing him further into his chair, somehow finding their way into his lap

he held them still, returning the kiss with just as much joy, only pausing a few times to stare lovingly at each other before returning to kissing

Soap

wake up to sloppy morning kisses (and something else if his partner's into it)

soap's over the moon if he can have his partner go on a full-out shopping spree and just carry all of their stuff for them

anything they want, he'll happily pay for and carry

he makes sure they take a quick detour back home so they can drop everything off before they go to the grocery store and pick up some stuff for dinner

soap's alright with cooking, but he adores spending time with his partner, so he'll get a bunch of stuff to make a big dinner with them

all of their favorites and more, it takes fucking hours

but he makes it fun

loud, fun jazz, singing along horribly and hugging them from behind and swaying with them to the music, sneaking kisses and a few bites of the meal in between song changes

yes he burnt something, but he figured he would, so he got extra ingredients for the dish so they both could make more

dinner is piled up plates giggling between the two of them at the table, stuffing their faces before bundling up and heading out

soap has a surprise; dessert under the moonlight

he bought their favorites plus a million blankets and warm tea/cocoa

the entire time he's staring at them like they hung the moon in the sky, lips in a permanent curl

he's not one for big fancy events, but he loves the simple stuff, loving his partner even more than that

while his partner cleans themselves up and gets ready for bed, he rushes the cleaning downstairs so he can meet them back in bed when they're finished in the shower

wink wink

Roach

notes everywhere

his partner woke up to him leaving little love letters, post-it notes, cards, anything and everything, with things he loved about them

from their laugh to their smile, their hugs to their hands, he left out no detail

but seemingly, gary wasn't home

unbeknownst to his partner, he was coming back absolutely loaded

he'd bought about a million flowers and baking supplies so he could make them something-- but he had to get them out of the house

he asked his partner to get groceries to stock up for the rest of the week, and while his partner slumped out to the grocery store, perhaps thinking gary was trying to get out of chores, he raced back home to start baking.

his partner got back late, only to open the door to a trail of rose petals that led into the kitchen

there was gary, pafts of flour on his clothes, hair, and face, smiling brightly behind his partner's favorite flavor of cake, several bouquets all around him-- it was like an avalanche of flowers

he lit up even more watching their face turn from confusion to joy, running up to him and pressing their lips against his, giggling with happiness as they held him close, thanking him for the cake

while they ended up cooking a quick dinner after, gary and his partner spared no time feeding each other bites of the cake, "accidentally" smearing frosting on each other's faces to gain the excuse of giving one another kisses

cleanup was... less than productive

it ended up with a flour fight, and even more of a mess to get clean. whoops

he didn't care, though, his partner was laughing, smiling-- just a pure bundle of bliss and that's all that mattered to him

Ghost

he's not great with holidays, valentine's day especially, but his partner means so much to him

careful with his words, careful with his movements, he tried to wake his partner up with soft kisses, wrapping his arms around them, letting them wake up to something peaceful

he'd had a lot of negative history with physical touch, but his partner has helped him relearn physical affection and made him love it so much

bringing them a cup of tea/coffee, laying in bed for absolutely hours and hours

most of the day was just spent at home enjoying each other's company, but he did buy takeout from his partner's favorite restaurant and brought the two of them to a quiet spot in the countryside for a sunset dinner

he'd stare at his partner throughout the meal, ending up with them asking if they had something on their face, instead, he'd go on to say how lucky he felt (even if his words tripped over themselves)

without the wandering eyes of other people, he felt much more comfortable being close to his lover, pulling them close so they could envelop each other in their love

a bit nervously, he pulls out a small white box, wordlessly handing it to his partner

they'd take it, confused, and open it with a gasp

dozens of little folded papers reading off thing's ghost loved about them greeted their curious eyes, pulling open each one with an even bigger grin than the last

ghost-- simon -- is bad with his words, he's been sealed away for so long, hiding his emotions for years, but he's opened up more and more

even if it was a little corny, he still wanted to show how much he loved them

he and his partner grabbed their things and headed home, simon's hands lingering on their skin for moments that were far too long to be accidents

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Sweet [Pt. 2]

University AU

TW: Language, Smut, Explicit Talk About Sexual Topics, soft giggly sex because i'm a fucking simp, smut with some plot Smut Warnings: Masturbation (M and F), implied use of clothing to get off on, porn, first-time sex, penetrative sex, cumming into a condom, oral (M and F receiving), blowjob, cum swallowing Genre: Smut, Romance, Comedy, Fluff (lots of it) Pairing: Liu Yangyang x Reader YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 5.7K

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Notes: I didn't plan to make a part two, let alone for it to be the smut chapter, but here we are. Tired. Horny. And a little sinful. Alsooo this can be read as a standalone! you don't need to have read part one! Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

"Hey, Giselle mentioned that you're a virgin, right?" Yangyang asks. You nearly dropped your glass.

"What? I mean, yeah? Why?" You held your glass to your chest as he approached you, leaning in like he was about to kiss you, and you being delusional enough to close your eyes and maybe pucker your lips a little, leaned in too.

"No reason," he pulled away and walked off like nothing happened. Your eyes shot open.

No reason.

No reason?

No freaking reason?!

Your face was hot and your embarrassment clear while he grabbed his backpack and carried on like he didn't just fluster you to no tomorrow.

"Well, I got lab, I'll see you later, babe," he waves at you and leaves out the front door of your now-shared apartment. You, meanwhile, stood still, not knowing what to do now and, soon, your hand flew up to your mouth and you let out a silent scream.

"God, that tease," you grumbled. You've barely had a day of peace since dating that guy, not that you were complaining, but you figured after months of dating he'd have grown out of it but, nope, he's still that teasing piece of shit he was when he first kissed you. But... sex?

Sex?!

Whole new ballpark. If you needed help to learn how to kiss you didn't even want to experience the embarrassment of learning how to have sex. It'd be a total turn-off with you floundering around trying to find out how to even hold a dick let alone suck one and fuck, oh god, you can't just ask him how to do that.

"Oh, girl, you're at a total loss," Giselle grimaces. If you couldn't ask Yangyang, why not ask your best friend? Leading you to now, in a Starbucks, asking how to have sex.

"I don't even know where to start," you said with your head in your hands.

"Well, first thing's first is that you don't overthink it, (Y/N)," Giselle sips on her iced coffee. "Secondly you just have to go with it. I'm surprised you two haven't fucked yet."

"Shh!"

"Oh, it's fine, everyone's wearing headphones, hon," Giselle sighs. "You really have no experience? At all? Not even with yourself?"

"Like... like masturbating?" You whispered.

"Exactly like that," Giselle tips her drink to you. "You haven't tried shoving something up that pussy?"

"Giselle!"

"It's fine," she says loudly. No one responds. "See, no one's listening."

"Oh... geez, fine, okay, yeah, I've... I've done a little bit of... masturbating," you muttered, recalling the few sparse times curiosity got the better of you when it came to your fingers just quickly brushing over your pussy in the shower. "But definitely not enough to consider it experience," you shook your head. Sure, you'd pushed one finger into your pussy before but that has to be nothing compared to an actual dick.

"Look, even looking at your vag is experience, hon, it's not that different than kissing except his dick will be in you while you do it," she explains and you held your iced tea to your face, cooling it down while you listened to her. "Just don't be weird about it, (Y/N). Has Yangyang been asking you about having sex?"

"No," you shook your head.

"Are you sure?" She leans against the table now.

"Yea... actually..." you thought back to the previous month.

~

"Hey, so, uh..." Yangyang sits on the couch next to you and you naturally attached to his side. "Have you ever thought about going further than kissing?"

"Huh?"

"Like... further."

"Like... hugging?"

"..." Yangyang stared at you, ready to correct you, but instead he shut his mouth. "Never mind," he shakes his head.

"What? What is it?"

"No, no, it's fine, yeah, actually, cuddling, let's do it," he pulls you to his chest and buries his face in your hair.

"Okay...?"

~

"Oh, dammit, butterfingers," the book slips out of your hand and drops to the floor. You bent down to pick it up, feeling a slight stretch in your calves as you did so, and, once you did, you straightened back up and dusted off the cover, nearly jumping in place when you heard Yangyang whistle behind you. "Oh, Christ, you scared the hell out of me, Yang!"

"Sorry... uh..." he swallows harshly. "Hey... did you want to go to bed?"

"It's... it's 3 in the afternoon, why would I want to go to bed right now?"

"Never mind."

~

Your lips moved in harmony with his while hands wandered around each other's bodies. And with the sultry sounds of lips smacking together your legs naturally clenched together while Yangyang pushed forward, one hand slowly parting your thighs until one of his legs was nestled between them. His lips moved down your jaw until he was kissing your neck and you gripped onto his arm to stop him.

"Everything alright?" He asked you.

"I think I left the oven on."

"What?"

"I think something's burning!"

"Huh?"

"Be right back!" You scrambled off of the couch and ran to the kitchen.

~

"(Y/N), could you grab my laptop for me? It's on our bed!"

"Yeah, I got it," you grabbed the laptop, your hand brushing over the trackpad for a moment, but just enough for it to turn back on, and immediately as soon as you heard the girlish moan you shut the laptop. "Here you go," you handed it to him quickly before running off.

~

"Hey, Yang?" You walked into the room and he was quick to grab a pillow and hug it to his chest, slamming his laptop shut in the process. You eye him suspiciously. "Anyway, have you seen my leggings?"

"Which ones?"

"The burgundy ones."

"Those ones?"

"Yes."

"Well, uh," he leans forward, somehow tucking the pillow further into his lap. "No, why?"

"Oh my god, you're so flushed right now, are you alright? You're not getting sick, are you?" You held the back of your hand to his head to feel his temperature and he nodded.

"Yeah, no, I'm good, just, uh, tired," he says, nodding with his lips pressed in a straight line.

"Oh, uh, okay," you nodded. "I'll pick up the medicine on my way back from the gym, then," you smiled.

~

"Hey, so, what do you think about sex?" Yangyang asked, his face red with alcohol.

"Hmm... I don't usually think about it, I think," you muttered, also drunk.

"Do you want to have sex?"

"Mm... I do want to get McDonalds."

~

"Oh, I guess he has been kinda hinting at it all month," you mumbled and Giselle groaned in her hands.

"God, only Yangyang could date you because I would've lost my damn mind if my boyfriend did the bend and snap in front of me and walked away," she shakes her head.

"Bend and what?"

"(Y/N), look, it's not something you should feel pressured to do, let me make that clear. Sex is a... should be a very intimate moment between two people who trust each other, I say talk about it with Yangyang, see how he wants to do things because, god, you're the most virgin person I know," she says, "and I swear to god if he pressures you into having sex I will crush his balls."

"Giselle! No need to go that far!"

"But, then again, I guess you're crazy about that guy anyway so you do you, hon," she shrugs. "Have you really not been horny once around this guy?"

"I mean, I'm sure I have but I just didn't know how to act on it," you shook your head.

"You know, that feeling you get when you're starting to get all hot and bothered? When your thighs suddenly rub up against each other to lose any tension down there? How when even the slightest shift of fabric against your pussy gets you going?"

"I... that's..." you stammered and held your iced drink to your face again. You'd be lying if there weren't times that that happened. You could remember a few times you'd squeeze your thighs together after some seductive thing he said to you.

"But what if he's embarrassed of me?"

"(Y/N). We are talking about Yangyang, right?"

"Yeah."

"He literally showed up to lecture in a pink hoodie and orange shorts. I don't think he has any shame."

"But-"

"No 'but's. Just trust yourself and trust him too!"

"Okay, yeah, I can do that!" You nodded. "I just have to get in the right situation for it to happen naturally, though!"

"Of course, yeah, but also, girl, do not, and I mean do not, watch porn."

"Of course not! But... why?"

"It is the most unrealistic depiction of sex ever."

"But... it's literally sex."

"(Y/N). You really think anyone would moan the same way they do in the pornos?"

"I mean... no."

"Exactly. And I don't know about you but as hot as DP is it's uncomfortable as fuck if you don't use enough lube," Giselle rolls her eyes.

"What's that?"

"You... I feel like I'm corrupting you, never mind. TL;DR, talk to Yangyang and be straightforward about it, and absolutely no porn!"

~

"Hey, Yang!" You came home earlier than usual, not feeling like going to your last class of the day. You bounded behind him on the couch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind and peering around him to see what he was looking at.

"Hey! You're home early," he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and you nodded.

"Yup! Plenty of time to do stuff now!" You watched him play Tetris on his laptop. "Oh, wow, 147 lines."

"Yeah, almost done," he says. "What did you want to do today?"

'Have sex!' Oh my god, you'd die inside if you said that out loud.

"Oh, you know, whatever," you shrugged.

"Whatever?"

"Whatever."

"Okay," he finishes his game and turns to look at you. "Want to watch something with me?"

"Sure, yeah!"

Attempt 1: Failed.

~

"Hey, Yang!" You walked past him in bed, grabbing a few new pajamas from the dresser. "I'm going to take a shower," you announced.

"Okay?" He peers at you from around his laptop.

"Right now, I'm going into the shower."

"Got it, have fun," he says.

"Yeah, yeah, I think I will," you nodded, trying your best to toss hints at him.

"Yeah...?" He tilts his head with a confused smile. "I'm sure it will be fun, doing..."

'You? Doing you?! Let's have shower sex, that's hot!' Again, you'd die inside if you said that out loud.

"Whatever, doing whatever it is that you do," Yangyang shrugs.

Attempt 2: Failed.

~

"Yangyang!" You climbed onto his lap right as the movie started and you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close. "What are we watching?" You looked up at him, moving your hips slightly against his and pressing a short kiss to his neck.

"Finding Nemo."

Fuck!

Attempt 3: Failed.

~

You checked for the fifth time and, yup, you are definitely on incognito. Yangyang had left the apartment for work a bit earlier and you had the whole place to yourself, so what time better than now to search up what the fuck sex included. You had been scrolling down Reddit, reading through whatever relevant smut fanfiction you could find, and you even scrolled across Adam and Eve just to get some semblance of what to do, and... nothing.

You had no idea what to do.

'Absolutely no porn!' Giselle's words echoed in your head, but you're desperate. You needed some kind of visual how-to and you're definitely not checking WikiHow any time soon.

Just one video. One to get a taste.

Looking both ways to ensure you're home alone, you slowly typed out 'porn' in the Google search bar and clicked the first link that popped up, but the wall of... porn on the webpage was so daunting, how would you decode this in the first place? You barely knew some of the lingo and much less which one to watch but then, a silver lining.

Masturbation. You can do that, you've kind of done that, and you had to admit after all that research you could feel the friction between your thighs. The skin close enough to your pussy was sensitive, now, and every time the comforter brushed up against it you could feel your thighs rub against each other. Fuck it, let's do it. You clicked on the masturbation video with the highest rating and you pulled your panties off. Your hand hovered in front of your pussy, and you stopped.

The air was cold against it, but at the same time, it felt so warm. You pressed an experimental finger to your outer lips and you felt a slight shiver run up your spine. Sensitive, very sensitive. The video you'd clicked on, luckily enough, was a guided masturbation from the channel 'Domommy," whatever that meant, but, hey, this should work.

"Be good now, spread that pussy," the female voice was sultry and, carefully, you followed her movements. "You're doing so well, baby, do you think you can finger yourself now?" Your face was hot with embarrassment, you couldn't believe you were doing this but... for the experience, you can do it. Slowly, you follow the given instructions, and you swallow back a sound.

Sure, your lack of experience may be what's leading to this sensation anyway, but you're pretty sure it couldn't have been this easy to get turned on. Slowly and unsurely, your finger traced around your entrance, and, with a shudder, you pushed it inside and your breath caught in your throat. You'd masturbated before, but this time it was different.

This time you actually had someone to think about while you did it, and it made the whole experience different. You imagined what it would've been like if it was Yangyang who'd been doing this to you instead, guiding you through the motions before slipping his hand into you himself. Many a time you'd held onto hid hand, your finger interlacing with his, and now you wondered how they'd feel inside of you.

You listened to the video carefully, following the movements and obeying instructions, but then you hit a point of the video you couldn't follow anymore. When the woman pulled out what had to be a comically large dildo you couldn't stop the short and surprised gasp. She wrapped her hands around it's base and pumped it up slowly before wrapping her lips around it and working her mouth down its shaft and, actually, it was kind of hot. When did you add another finger into your pussy, you weren't entirely sure but after some maneuvering, your back arched just slightly while a silent moan made its way up. Now this was nice, you never really got the whole masturbating craze until now and damn, you've been missing out. You didn't realize that you were rubbing your clit a bit harsher until you heard the door unlock.

"I'm home!" Yangyang's voice rang out in the apartment and you panicked. "(Y/N)?"

Shit! You quickly closed the website and shoved your laptop on the nightstand, but a quick glance downward spelled your demise. Naked, completely, nothing, nada, birthday suit, you're caught either way. And when your phone rang you panicked even more.

"(Y/N)? Are you in the apartment?" Yangyang's voice was getting closer.

"Just a second!" You scrambled off the bed, wiping your hands on your bare torso before grabbing the closest shirt to you and pulling it over your head while silently thanking whoever that it was oversized and fell just past your midthigh. You pushed yourself off of the floor just in time for Yangyang to open the door. You both stared at each other, you trying to subtly catch your breath and him staring at you with slight confusion. "Hey! You're home early," you hid your hands behind your back.

"Yeah, uh, slow day," Yangyang says. "Are you alright? You look... tired."

"Me? Oh, yeah, I'm good! Great even!" Your panting between words betrayed you and you forced a grin.

"Yeah?" Anyone could tell he wasn't convinced.

"Mmhmm," you gave him a curt nod.

"Cool, I'm gonna shower," Yangyang points toward the bathroom. "But, I would like my favorite shirt back," he points toward you and you look down.

"Absolutely not."

"What? Why?"

"Because it's also my favorite shirt."

"Babe, do you even know what band is on that?" You look down again. It was one of his old punk band shirts from high school.

"Pierce the Veil."

"Yeah, no, stick to STEM, babe, that shirt says My Chemical Romance."

"Goddamnit!" You cursed. Damn unreadable fonts. "But, uh," you hugged your arms to your torso as he neared.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks.

"Stellar!"

"Yeah?" Yangyang presses his hand against your forehead before feeling just under your jaw. "You're burning up."

"Didn't you say you were going to shower?" You tried to deflect his touches.

"Yeah," he nods with pursed lips. You both remain staring at each other. "Alright, 'fess up, what are you hiding?"

"Nothing!"

"You're hiding something, I know you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"You are! You always hide your hands when you're lying!"

"I do not!" You do, actually. But right now you happen to have whatever was in your pussy all over your dominant hand.

You know that horrible moment when you were nearly caught doing something relatively naughty and now you want to crawl in a hole and die? That's right now. You leaned back while Yangyang leaned forward, looking right into your eyes. Why was he so adamant about pulling this out of you? So what? You were a little horny and you wanted to make sure you had some kind of idea of how to have sex at all, how were you supposed to know that he'd be home early?!

To make things worse, you couldn't deny the growing heat between your legs. Your thighs rubbed up against each other, orgasm left hanging somewhere unreached.

"Okay," Yangyang lays off of you, grabbing a different shirt from the dresser and a pair of boxers before walking off. You fall on the bed, legs still hanging off the edge of it and hands folded in front of you. Embarrassing, that was so embarrassing. And to make things worse you were still horny, dammit! And you had no idea how to quickly reach an orgasm before Yangyang finished showering and... fuck. "Be right back," he calls over his shoulder, "don't finish without me."

"Yeah, okay! Wait... what?" You turned over your shoulder too, but instead you heard the bathroom door shut. Your face heated up and your eyes widened.

No, no way he knew what you were doing. You were sure you'd gotten rid of all the evidence. You got up and, a nervous habit of yours, started pacing and then... realization. You look down, under your foot, and you almost scream in pure shock. You bent down and picked up your earlier discarded panties and chucked them into the laundry basket.

"Fuck!" You cursed out loud and you swore you heard Yangyang laughing. You were at a crossroads now. Finish yourself off somehow and pretend that nothing ever happened or wait for Yangyang to get out of the shower, possibly embarrass yourself, and have him finish you off instead and... oh god, you're really thinking about this. How hard could it be to give yourself an orgasm anyway you were so close earlier if he didn't come home early, you would just have to repeat what you did earlier and maybe a little quicker, easy! And you were already a little worked up from earlier and maybe something about Yangyang made you even more needy so even just a touch should be good enough to get close. "Okay, think, (Y/N)," you thought to yourself while sitting down on the bed again, your back turned toward the door and your knees pressed against each other.

Then you heard the shower turn off.

"Dammit!" You whispered to yourself. In all your overthinking you couldn't even properly make a choice.

Fuck it. Plan C.

~

When Yangyang closed the bathroom door behind him he let out a breath he'd been holding since he noticed your panties on the floor. He dug a hand through his hair and took a nervous glance at his reddening face.

Did he...? Did you...? Were you...?

...

Without him?!

He bit back a somewhat sexually frustrated sigh and pulled his shirt off. You'd been curbing his advances for a whole month and surprise surprise he nearly walks in on you masturbating and... fuck.

Or, alternatively, maybe he's overthinking it. You are you, and you have been completely ignorant of anything he's done to remotely hint to you that he'd been insanely fucking horny all month. God, what was he? A hormonal teenager? He looked down and, well, he might as well be one. He tugged his belt off and turned the shower on while kicking his pants off.

Okay, Yangyang, you know your girlfriend well enough. And if he did know you well enough then he knew you were weighing two options in your head right now.

Option 1: Pretend nothing ever happened and go about the day.

Or option 2: Wait for him to come back.

But... he was in uncharted territory right now. Sex wasn't tricky, it was just never brought up in the relationship. And, sure, he's a guy, he's seen his fair share of porn and he's certainly cummed into a few socks before but fuck he's never had sex with a partner. This month has been a struggle for him, he'd been waking up with the horrid morning wood and you'd just been existing and that alone sent him down this hormonal spiral.

Fuck it, he washed his hair quickly and scrubbed down, being careful not to be too harsh on that probably soon-to-be-ignored boner of his. He could just beat one out right now, not like it'd be the first this month but...

Huh.

Maybe you'd go with option 2.

Maybe, or maybe not. Yangyang hit his head against the shower wall, feeling the warm water sliding down his back. Okay, finish this first, see what mood you're in when he gets out, then think about nutting into the nearest cocksleeve-looking thing to him if necessary.

Fuck it. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started to rub one out, he had to finish himself off before long or else you'd get suspicious. After a whole month of going blue-balled, this was just another day, but fuck he couldn't get the image of you giving him a handjob out of his head and it was doing nothing to bring down his boner. He bit onto his free hand while he picked up the pace, feeling himself getting closer until he heard you shout outside and he felt the tenseness in his jaw loosen as he started to laugh instead, easily picturing the look on your face while you picked up the pair of panties that were just so innocently lying on the floor next to the bed.

Well.

Fuck it.

He finished up his shower quickly and took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. And when he walks back into the bedroom...

~

Yangyang ducked back into the hallway, his laugh practically echoing around the apartment.

"What?! What's so funny?!" You shouted back and, when Yangyang looked back in the room, he threw his head back in laughter. "Liu Yangyang!"

"Sorry! Wait, hold on!" He clutches his torso and tries to compose himself but the glance up at you sent him into another fit and you groaned.

"Yangyang I'm so embarrassed right now don't make it worse!"

"(Y/N)," he holds his hand up and takes a deep breath before noticeably looking away from you. "I love you, babe, but, fuck, why did you have to burrito yourself in our comforter?" He stifles back another laugh.

"I read on Reddit that if I'm warm enough I won't be horny anymore."

"Oh my god," Yangyang breaks out into more laughter. "This was not what I was expecting, at all," he walks into the room, drying his hair quickly with a towel before climbing next to you. "So, how are we going to do this?"

"Do what?" You sank into the covers. Yangyang pulls it off of your head, at least.

"You know what."

"I do... but I don't want to say it, it's embarrassing," you shook your head.

"You know, consent's pretty important for things like this."

"I know!" You wondered what your expression looked like right now. Somehow, you brought your knees close to your chest. "But... mm..."

"You don't know what to do, huh?"

"Nope."

"There's a first for everything," he shrugs. "So, how about it?" He leans closer to you and you lean back slightly. "Do you want to have sex?" You're silent, your lips pressed in a tight line while both of you stare at each other.

"Yeah, I do," you nodded and a sly grin rose up Yangyang's lips when you pulled your hands out of the comforter and wrapped them around his neck, easily pulling him into a kiss. It wasn't long until you'd found your rhythm, your hand had found its way into his dampened hair while he was pushing that fucking comforter off of you.

"Damn, babe, you really rolled yourself up in this," Yangyang pulled away and you snickered.

"I know, hold on," you pushed it off of yourself, and once it was pushed somewhere else you moved on top of him and continued right where you left off. Your legs straddled his waist and his hands rested on your thighs, he pressed small kisses to your neck while he rubbed circles into your hips.

"You had fun without me?"

"Maybe a little bit," you let out a small laugh when he pinched your hips. "Glad you're here now though," you pull his shirt off of your body and he whistles.

"Hold on a second," he looked you up and down. Fuck, he'd been fantasizing about this all month and now, finally, he gets to live it out. He had to drink in every moment. "Okay, let's do this," he pulled his shirt off too and it was your turn to trace his jaw with your lips. His hips grind up against yours, the friction from the fabric causing your pussy to moisten more while you moaned against him. His hand moves to your pussy now, his fingers ghosting over the inside of your thighs while your hands set on his chest, and you swallowed down a shaky moan when he lightly tapped his finger on your clit. Then, he pushes his finger in, and you grip onto his shoulder.

Yeah, definitely different from masturbating. Carefully he moves his hand out and when he pushes it back in with another finger while doing a slight scissoring motion with them and you near turned into jelly on top of him. Your hand moved to the waistband of his boxers, tugging at them slightly to hint that you wanted them off, but when he didn't get the hint, too focused on fingering you, you rubbed your hand against his dick and he choked out a shaky breath of his own.

"Condom?"

"Nightstand," he nods toward it and you pull the drawer open, near immediately gasping.

"I've been looking for these!" You pulled your leggings out and Yangyang's face grew redder.

"Shit, I forgot I hid those there!" He reaches over and pulls it out of your hand, quickly chucking it to some other side of the room.

"Yang!"

"Don't look at those, I'll buy you new ones."

"Why?!" He silences you with another kiss that you quickly melt into. Probably not a good idea for you to see the cum stains on it, at least. He reaches over and grabs one of his condoms and pushes his boxers off to roll it over his dick. "Naughty."

"Just how you like me," he grins against your lips and, he lines his dick up with your entrance, its tip lightly grazing over your clit sending you into another wave of pleasure. "If you feel uncomfortable, just let me know and we'll stop," he holds your hips in place and you nod.

"I haven't done this before," you admitted quietly.

"I know," he says, "but, can I tell you a secret?" He looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. You nod slightly, "I haven't done this either," he says quietly and, somehow, a weight is lifted from your shoulders. "So let's just go with it," he relaxes his hold on your hips and you sink down on him slowly, feeling a little discomfort at first and pausing to adjust before moving further down. Yangyang's head hit the headboard gently while he moaned softly.

"Ah..." you swallowed down the louder moan while you moved up now, still trying to accustom yourself to his size. "Sorry, it's... definitely bigger than what I usually put up," you hid your embarrassment by digging your face into his neck.

"It's okay," he groans. His hips moved up slightly, meeting your movements and slowly you both worked your way until you felt your hips hit his and you lightly bit down on his neck. He turned his head just slightly, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head. For a moment, you both stayed like this, and it felt amazing. Your hips moved up and both of you stilled your breaths. "Fuck..." you moved your hips back down and damn.

Why didn't you fuck before? Soon you were both moving together, hips grinding and thrusting against each other while you shared open-mouthed kisses with tongues moving against each other. Your hands held onto his arms while you moved against him and your thighs clenched around his waist as you felt a growing tension in your abdomen. You both separate for a moment, just enough to catch your breath before Yangyang moves again. He pushes you down against the bed so he's over you, pushing one of your legs up until there's resistance and leaning over you with one hand next to your head, he loops his arm around your leg and pulls you closer to him, thrusting his dick into you with a new beat and turning you into a mess under him. You moved up and down the bed slightly, hearing the bedsprings beneath you with every thrust, and you scrambled to find something to grab onto as you neared your climax.

"I..." your sentence is interrupted by a pointed thrust, your back arching against the mattress and Yangyang clenching his jaw while straightening to grab onto your waist. "Oh my god..." you twisted your head to look away from him and, gently, he pulled you back to look at him, pressing his lips to yours and tugging at them between his teeth.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he mutters, and you feel him quicken slightly.

"Oh... Ah, don't stop, please," your legs widened on their own, making it easier for him to slip in and out while he moved toward his release. You moved your hips up to meet his, feeling his cock constantly grind against this spot that hit you just right. You moaned louder, that feeling inside of you growing tighter each time you felt him move inside of you, until he pulled out and, with a moan, cummed into the condom.

But... you still haven't cummed yet. You didn't want to say anything, you didn't want to risk ruining the moment, but when Yangyang pulled the condom off and moved further down you had no idea what he was thinking of doing until he held your thighs down.

"Yang?"

"Don't worry, I know," he pressed a small kiss to the inside of your thigh and you felt him hold your legs apart, his hands digging into the soft flesh while his lips moved up toward your pussy. He licks up one of the folds and your head dug into the mattress.

"Oh hell," you bundled the sheets in your hand and he dove in. You could feel your legs starting to grow weaker with each movement against your pussy and you shook your head. "I think I'm almost..." you stopped yourself, feeling Yangyang push his tongue into your pussy you gave in and finished your sentence with a loud moan. "Oh my god... fuck, fuck..." you pushed yourself up on your elbows now, catching a quick look at him eating you out and sending you over the edge. "Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum," your legs tensed before they started shaking, feeling your pussy clench around him while your head spun for seconds and you fell against the bed, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Finally, you sat up.

"You good?" He was sitting up again.

"Uh-huh," you nodded and closed your legs. You looked at each other for a moment, his face still tinted pink and yours no doubt heated as well. "You good?"

"If you're done I can handle this," he nods curtly. You shot him a look.

"I've got this," you moved back toward him and Yangyang swallowed down a nervous sound when your hand wrapped around the base of his dick.

"You sure?" He shot you a worried look and your jaw dropped, slightly offended.

"Yes!"

"How do you know?"

"I'm just going to let it go naturally!"

"Are you sure?" Yangyang shot a worried glance down and you nodded. "Wait, stop, why are you squeezing?!"

"Huh?!"

"Fuck!" Yangyang lets out a strained moan and you stifle another laugh before moving down on him. "Fuck..." his voice dragged out when your mouth wrapped around the top of his cock. Your hand moved up his dick slowly, softly, near teasing while your tongue circled over it. His hand rests on your head before it moves down and pushes the hair out of your face. You tilted your head slightly, his dick poking the inside of your cheek and he had to look away before he nutted right then and there, and slowly you moved your head down his dick and he whimpered. "You... shit," he bites his hand when you finally find a good routine. Your head moves up his dick now, your tongue flattening against it all the way when he slowly pushes your head back down and you swallow the bit of precum that dripped out of him. You felt your own wetness drip out of your pussy with every movement down his cock and one of your hands found its way back into yourself. You pushed your fingers every time your head bobbed up and down and Yangyang groaned. Then, his hold tightened only slightly against your head and attempted to pull you off but, you stayed put, moving your head further down until he hit the back of your throat and he couldn't hold it back anymore, cumming immediately as soon as he felt your lips hit his crotch and you swallowed. You moved your head off of his dick, savoring the taste of his cum against your tongue and, in a bold move, you licked your lips.

"Hm," you hummed happily.

"What?" He catches his breath.

"Sweet."

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clove I posted some of star!! You've already read it but it's on my writing account now

sunny i can't even tell you how fucked i was when i had to wait a whole day to respond to this while scott had the blog. oh my god. fuck.

but now i'm at stumptown and i don't even care that they didn't have the ice tea i like, which is the only good thing at stumptown since the coffee kind of sucks. i got a dirty chai because coffee shops add way too much milk to their chai and i have a baguette sandwich with smoked gouda and bacon. and now i finally get to talk about this.

i wanted to pull up our conversation from when you shared this except with me a few months back, but i have no goddamned clue where we spoke because my communication is not centralized at all. But i do remember reading it and thinking damn. Fuck yeah. You have something so haunted in your writing, which makes sense given the context in which the whole thing was created.

yours was probably the excerpt that really solidified my belief that a lot of writeblr is under some odd mass delusion that they're incompetent writers when they're all, in fact, pretty solid to great.

i won't even pull that shit where older people say you're so good for your age. like yeah, it's impressive you're writing like this at 15 - dangerous, but cool nonetheless. but your prose is ageless. it's inexperienced, but that'll pass with practice. even then, it's a universal inexperience. and that's a really special thing. you're clearly earning your stripes and i'm really proud of you.

i hope you're proud of yourself too, sunny. i believe you told me you had no intention of finishing this project, much less post it online, which i found such a profound loss if i remember correctly. the fact that you're finding a way to keep creating through chronic pain gives such immense depth to your craft and dedication as a writer - which is what you are, if you weren't certain yet.

just be sure to accommodate yourself, okay? hand exercises when you can remember. taking breaks. there's no making up for lost time here, you have all the time in the world. we're all gathered around the fire waiting for our storyteller, but we've got plenty of wood to burn and it's a beautiful night. i'm so excited to see what you do next, colleague.

anyways i already read chapter one of stars but if you people haven't you can here. it's great. i'm really curious to see how it continues!

[lauvra]

I have a journal document specifically to complain and write my worst thoughts and feelings in childish angsty language and I have copied the first few lines from most of them here because why shouldn't we all suffer? Even sharing a single line from these massive lengthy sook sessions are way too revealing of how SHIT THINGS HAVE BEEN FOR SO LONG NOW. We endure. 7/05/2022 Saturday. My chest hurts, my first feeling every day when I wake up is fear...

20-05-2022 All I want is cosmetic surgery to fix my appearance...

21-05-2022 ... which leaves me with $5 to my name until Thursday. That’s five days, no money. I want to work myself up to going to a pawn shop today...

18/06/2022 11:39AM. ...typical for me to smoke three on the way to work, a quick forth in the back dock, one on my tea, two on my meal, another one on my second tea and then three again on the walk home. Those don’t even mention the many had at home while preparing for work and the many many had once I reach home... ...began as a rebellious expression of freedom... ...has become a full blown addiction that runs my life...

12/07/2022 ...I don’t even want to talk to Ben anymore because he’s so much better than I am or ever will be and...

26/07/22 The way my mood fluctuates so much in a day breeds a sort of magnificent denial which helps me in the short term. Just now my intention was to document how well I’ve been doing, to note my lack of suffering... forgetting entirely that I’ve been consistently late for work, neglected my finances and rarely eat during the day. Forgot about how hard it was to leave the house yesterday because I felt hideous enough the whole community would notice if I did... 25-08-22 Mostly I think about him and money... 7/09/2022 When I’m in the shower I write the best journal entries then I sit down to relay it but it’s garbage... 9/09/2022 It’s Friday, 12:30pm. I texted into work sick again, they were cool about it... 14/09/22 ...I haven’t occupied a moment in his mind and it would be easy to fall into a shame spiral about how much space he has taken in mine… ...I’m in bed and tired but wanted to make sure I vented even badly so that I could wake up with a little more of myself chiselled out. I want simple things, I want grand things. I want to write every single day until something good comes out. I want to paint every day until something good comes out. I don’t want to need some adversarial motivation to take risks or succeed but maybe there will always be a little piece of me that wants to say ‘oh yeah?'...

22/09/22 There’s this tangible feeling out there today of togetherness, the people in the streets reach out to one another. There’s potential...

29/09/2022 I thought I was going to work today. I had planned to, or no plan not to. But I slept in, then slept instead. The longer I did the worse I felt. Heavy. An unmovable object in my bed. Penny pecked and licked her sandpaper tongue over my cheek, nipped then scratched and dug in deep and still I laid...

1/10/2022 ... Why does painting feel so empty? Why does the music feel so empty? Why does writing feel so empty? 16/10/22 I had my first session with the psychologist yesterday... 8/11/22 I know I’m not ‘too far gone’, but I worry... 24/11/2022 The past makes me feel pretty stupid, but more than that, addressing the fact I spent two years of my life getting over one relationship is seriously disturbing to me... 29/11/2022 D messaged me yesterday saying that I treat him like dog shit, that he’s done and doesn’t want to be friends anymore. It honestly felt like a relief... 1/12/22 I’m not sure I’ll ever feel comfortable journaling hand-written into books again... 24/02/2023 I still don’t feel comfortable journaling traditionally... 28/03/2023 6:58PM My work contract is now to start at 10am and finish at 6pm... 8/09/2023 My chest hurts...

16/09/2023 ...I need to change because I can’t think or write or translate what’s in my head, and that’s what’s important to me... 21/09/2023 I decided to move back home to the sunshine coast today. I’ve had complete decision paralysis for a long time, the longest time... 25/09/2023 Nevermind, lol. God it’s humiliating to be a person. Forget everything I said about moving ‘home’; there’s no home...

22/02/2024 If I died today, then I died speaking only my native language...

5/03/2024 I’ve written or brain-dumped in some form every single day since 2021...

10/04/2024 “Money always removes the charge of insanity.” ...

[crush3dmary]

Pissgate? Oh?

Okay so I got 3 asks about this so it's time to spill some tea. This is some of the most insane drama I've dealt with in the Tales fandom to date and that's saying something. No holds barred here, I'm sharing this all because I don't have a ton of tales people following me here anymore lmao.

So this story goes back to 2020 when I was writing my fic absurdities and echoes, which includes a torture scene. To put it one way, it kept going in uh, directions I didn't want it to go (read: Zelos kept ending up with a finger in his ass) so I decided to do a spin off fic to get All That out of my system. The fic was initially supposed to be a one off horny thing but it eventually evolved into a whole Bad End AU where the crestoria party are sacrificed to Kasque and Aegis is kept as the personal pet of the twins. It's called Abominations against God if you want to look it up but to be honest you probably shouldn't, and don't read it unless you read the tags. Anyways, in abominations, I was trying to think of ways to humiliate Aegis so I ended up making him piss himself which was an accident, no pun intended.

So anyways, I wrote that, and a now ex friend who isn't relevant to the story was like "that was hot can you write one with Vicious" and the perks of being my friend is that since I have no limits I'll write you whatever freaky shit you want. So I wrote a Vicious piss fic, dropped the google doc in the group chat, and jokingly said "PayPal me 30 dollars and I'll post it". Someone actually did, and I'm a they of my word, so I was like fuck it we ball and posted it on anon.

Now enter the bane of my fucking existence and two of the biggest pains in my fucking neck for the last 3 years, two big name fans who we will call S and K because I don't do subtlety and I don't care if they see this. If you are active in the English twitter crestoria sphere you will almost certainly have encountered them. Anyways, these two are the definition of hypocrite purity wankers. They go on and on about freaks in the fandom and how disgusting all the r18 content is, but then they post monsterfucking smut on an alt ao3 account. I wish I could make this up. So anyways, I posted my anon fic, and then someone else posted an anon piss fic right after in solidarity which was cool. But then S and K take to twitter and complain about all the "unsanitary" content, as they put it, in the ao3 tag. I can't speak for the other one but mine at least was tagged thoroughly and you knew what you were getting into when you clicked it. Basically it was a stupid thing to complain about because if you don't like the content you can just not engage with it. They had their little hissy fit, I ended up blocking them later for being a pain in my ass, and the story ends there right? Wrong!

I have another, also unrelated friend who's into piss and I wrote something for them for their birthday and I was like "I'm not posting this because of what happened last time". They said they had a piss fic they wanted to post, and that they'd post theirs if I posted mine. So I was like, cool, let's do this. Solidarity! And OF COURSE, guess who has a problem with it?

S and K go on a tirade about all the disgusting fics in the tag again and how the crestoria fandom is full of sex crazed freaks or whatever (which is again really rich coming from people who pearl clutch and then post smut on an alt account in the same breath). In comes anon #2 again, who dive bombed in with their own piss fic the first time, posting another like the absolute legend they are. However, in the author's note they put something like "proud to be one of the 3 people keeping the crestoria tag horny" in reference to S and K's little temper tantrum... And this made them FLIP THEIR SHIT.

Literally, they freaked out soooo bad. They were talking about how because of this author's note people were stalking them and trying to trigger them on purpose and the most ridiculous shit. All the while... If you don't like the content and you KNOW that you don't like the content... What are you doing in the author's note? And people ROASTED them for that. Because none of this would have been a problem if they had just ignored it and moved on. But no, they had to open the fics up, look at the author's notes, and make a big stink about the whole thing just because they didn't like the content.

Eventually they locked their accounts for a bit when they started getting backlash but this is always going to be a big reason I will ALWAYS be on the "don't like don't read" train. Because you might not be into it, it might not be your ship, your kink, whatever, but it tickles someone's fancy, and you freaking out about how disgusting and degenerate it is will make the people who enjoy it think YOU think they're disgusting and degenerate. Do I have a piss kink? Honestly that's irrelevant at this point, but ultimately I support everyone's right to make whatever content they want and to have the people who don't want to see it utilize the block and mute functions. They're there for a reason.

Anyways, peace and love ✌️

[sparring-spirals]

you know i just had this thought, cause i saw your posts about feeling a little iffy with the whole mixing c2 and c3 characters thing, and like, if you’re looking from the standpoint of critical role as a show, and the cast as storytellers, then yeah there’s kinda this worry about past campaigns and character arcs overshadowing the current ones

but

but if you look from the viewpoint of a group of friends playing dnd, having your old characters show up in your current game and team up with the new party is just like, the coolest thing ever, no questions asked

Oh yeah, 100%! The cameo/crossover thing is exciting and lovely as is, and definitely really fucking fun for them. and us! Shared universes and crossover AU's/episodes and etc are popular for a reason!

okay, this answer got out of hand. hopefully it makes sense. my thinking is something like- yeah! bringing in caleb and beau and other cross campaign cameos and big shared universes like this is a perfectly reasonable kind of storytelling and very exciting. That said- yes, the broader story implications, possibilities, potential impacts, focus on Bells and the space for their arcs, etc, I have personal reservations on. And part of that is also tied to shared universe, MCU crossover style storytelling/worldbuilding not really being my cup of tea.

But that's not necessarily like, an indictment of what the cast chose to do or even an indictment of people (me, im people) enjoying the actual crossover encounters. Because they're fun! Exciting! Its cool to see characters you love and watched in a unique, fleshed out context collide with completely different characters who you love in a unique context. I bet this goes threefold for the cast, getting to see their characters alive ans breathing in the world, acting on their own. The point of crossovers and cameos is for this kind of joy! There's no real use to me pretending I'm not thrilled by their presence, or to not wonder about their wellbeing in past years or what other familiar faces are doing in the meantime.

The flipside is. Yes. Broader storytelling implications and concerns. That in the context of the Bell's Hells story, I want to be careful to still treat them as the main characters of this campaign, with the real estate and weight that deserves. Everything else about overshadowing and etc aside. Caleb and Beau and everyone else in the Mighty Nein had their campaign, and a wrap up and an epilogue, and my own soppy feelings about that aside, that is important. This campaign is the Bell's Hells, its theirs, and about their stories, and them. The M9 are, now, NPC's- and I have a lot of thoughts about how that is its own good ending, its about knowing when stories should be closed while letting the characters live on beyond them- but that should be its own meta fuck goddammit. And that's important. Its very important to me that I am, above all else, treating the Bell's Hells story as theirs.

The most direct example I can give, I think, is that before they intervened, I was somewhat okay with the Bell's Hells failing in some sense, Ludinus getting away with some part of his plan. Knowing that Beauregard and Caleb are involved brings up a specific feeling of wanting them to succeed, thinking about things they have waiting at home, the campaign that already went by and the epilogues I had already promised them in my head.

But- this is not their campaign, and this is not soley their issue anymore either. If I really handle them as NPC's, if I can decouple the thought of Ludinus as their behemoth to tackle, and think again about this issue in context of Bell's Hells, disastrous and loving and 50% unreliable with a moon over their shoulders- the perspective on the situation and what I want out of it and them and everything- shifts. And it's important to me I take the time to do that, as much as I love the empire sibs and am thinking fondly about their careers and loves and hopes.

but none of that is mutually exclusive with me making little heart eyes at the two of them and reblogging all the art of that scene. :)