#oh… right… because of several reasons

[neeeooon]

my life will be yours if you make a fic about sae with a foreign reader, they met at some random cafe where he was because he wanted some peace and quiet, and he just so happened to see reader, who’s a bit clumsy and accidentally spilled their coffee on him, and so they offered to clean it for him (or buy him the same one.) somehow, he seems so enchanted by reader that he just wordlessly nods, even though he could buy like 10 copies of the same (expensive) sweater he was wearing right now, and he just kind of follows reader around like a lost puppy, and reader finds it super adorable!! he just buys whatever the reader wants, even if they just look at it for one split second, and he’s already checking it out and swiping his card :)) aaaarghfhf i love sae he’s such a cutie +_+

accidental love at first sight

itoshi sae x foreigner!reader. fluff fluff fluff

the meeting went to shit quicker than expected, and after hearing two dozen grown men shouting over each other for several minutes, sae was in desperate need of some peace and quiet.

with the strap of his shoulder bag tight in a fist, sae stepped into the first empty cafe he saw. he’d been back in japan for less than two days and was already sick of it. he wanted nothing more than to hop on a plane to anywhere but there.

he rolled the sleeves of his loewe knit cardigan up to his elbows as he ordered. personally, he thought the sweater was hideous. it’d been a gift from his company back in spain, and his manager insisted on having him wear it to the meeting as a sign of wealth and respect.

sae took his number from the cashier and found one of the empty tables to set his things at. a sigh naturally left his lips as he fell into the booth, not caring if the wood did nothing to cushion his landing. he was exhausted, mentally and physically, and wanted nothing more than to drink his coffee and return to his hotel.

it didn't take nearly as long as it did in spain for him to receive his drink, and sae stood to grab a napkin.

peace and quiet. what a joke.

not two seconds after he stood, a body slammed directly into him, knocking the coffee out of his hand and sending the hot liquid down the front of his cream sweater. sae kept his face neutrally blank, but the breath he let out trembled around the edges.

"oh no, i'm so sorry!" a voice shouted in panicked, broken japanese. when sae opened his eyes, he knew right away that you were visiting from out of town, like him.

your face was pale as you wiped napkins over his chest, pushing the dark coffee further into the expensive fabric. your rambling continued in a language sae didn't speak, and before you could embarrass either of them any further, he clasped a hand over your wrist to bring your nervous scrubbing to a stop.

"i'm clumsy," you scolded yourself, fists balling the napkins now soaked through with coffee. "i will buy you a new drink." you weren't asking, and sae didn't know if you were being assertive or if it was the slight language barrier. no matter the reasoning, he found himself nodding along wordlessly.

"i will buy your sweater, too," you offered while approaching the cashier, but when sae told you the price, you flashed a large, nervous grin. "i will clean your sweater. sorry, i said buy by mistake."

sae didn't know what it was about you, but your words brought a small smile to his lips. he couldn't help but be utter enchated by you as you ordered and paid for his replacement drink before informally asking (more like demanding) for his number. "for the, uh, sweater!"

"we can go now," sae surprised himself by offering, but the way your face brightened made him glad he suggested it. "alright! i have no plans. let's go!"

☆ ☕️

sae hardly remembered offering you his number, but he couldn't forget the feel of your fingers against his palm as you plucked the scrap of paper from his hand.

that was two weeks ago. sae often lost interest in things in two minutes. however, two whole weeks later, and he still jumped anytime his phone made a noise, chest aching at the thought that it could be you. most of the time it was, as you loved texting him about your day and wishing him luck at work.

you: Are you busy today? I would love to see you before my flight home!

sae: not busy. i'll pick you up and we can go shopping

you: Alright! I will be ready to leave in twenty minutes 😄

he couldn’t say no to you. not that he wanted to; sae would follow you anywhere, buy you anything. he learned, after you took his number while beaming up at him, that he would do anything to make you smile like that again.

even if it meant hurting his wallet for the next few hours.

“what do you think of this one? i feel like it is too sweet on me.” you brought your freshly spritzed wrist to his nose, where sae inhaled the scent of peach blossoms. definitely sweet, but he liked it on you.

“do you want it?”

you hummed and took another sniff. “it’s not too sweet..?”

sae nudged your wrist with his finger. “i like it on you.”

“then i will buy it!”

sae followed you around the outlet with no intentions of letting you pay for anything. anytime you tried, he’d give the cashier a death glare and slip his black card across the counter when they lied and said yours wasn’t compatible with their foreign system.

it got so bad that you had to ask sae to stop trying to buy everything you looked at. “i don’t need a solid gold chess set, really! please put the card away.”

though he had terrible financial responsibility, sae followed you around like a lost puppy, and you found that utterly adorable. “i will miss you when i fly back home. are we friends? can i text you?”

“yes,” sae answered without hesitation. his face remained blank, but you noticed the very tips of his ears were slightly flushed and smiled big at him. “to both.”

“then i will text you! and maybe i will return so you can take me on a real date!”

more than just the tips of sae’s ears turned pink when you leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “until then, friend!”

an: the friend zone is temporary they def hold hands and kiss in cafes

[ihni]

(On AO3 here)

~~~

Billy absolutely refuses to accept gifts.

This is annoying for several reasons, the main one being that giving little gifts to his boyfriend is one of Steve’s greatest joys in life. Or rather it would be, if said boyfriend would only shut up and take them. But oh no.

“What’s this shit, Harrington?”

Strange how Steve is always ‘Harrington’ when Billy is pissed.

Taking a deep breath, Steve prepares himself for the upcoming battle.

“It’s a shirt,” he says, simply, as if it’s obvious. Which it is.

“I can see that,” Billy says with disdain and holds the offending item out in front of him. “Why did I find it on my car seat?”

Here we go, Steve thinks. “Because I bought it for you,” he says, keeping his voice light. Before Billy can speak he adds, to make his intentions perfectly clear; “It’s a gift.”

Billy’s face twists into a grimace and the red fabric crinkles as he grips it in his fist. “I don’t need your charity, Harrington.”

“It’s not –“

“I can buy my own shirts.”

“I know, but –“

Billy pushes the shirt into Steve’s chest. “And anyway, I don’t want it.”

That is a blatant lie, and they both know it. Steve was with Billy at the mall and saw the way he looked at that shirt. Watched as he ran his fingers over the fabric, took the hanger off the rack, and then finally put it back, wincing, once he’d glanced at the price tag. Steve knows with one hundred percent certainty that this particular shirt is right up Billy’s alley and he knows that his boyfriend would love it, and wear it, and would have bought it himself if it had been cheaper.

But of course now, since Steve was the one who bought it, suddenly Billy doesn’t want it anymore. Because god forbid he accepts a goddamn gift from his boyfriend. Who can very well afford it by the way, thank you very much.

But while Steve thinks all of this, he doesn’t say any of it out loud. Because he knows that he’s not going to win this one. “Fine,” he says instead with a sigh, giving in. “I’ll return it.”

(He won’t. He’ll keep it, and then after long enough time has passed he’ll try to sneak it in among Billy’s belongings like it was always there, and hope it goes unnoticed. He’s succeeded before, twice, and that accomplishment may or may not have gone to his head. The back of his closet is now full of things meant for Billy.)

Anyway, this whole refusing-gifts thing. It’s annoying, is what it is, and it’s getting to be a problem. Spoiling the people closest to him has always been Steve’s way of showing that they’re important to him. And Billy is important – perhaps the most important.

Robin says that it’s a pride thing, and that Billy wants to prove that he’s independent – which is crazy, because he doesn’t have anything to prove to Steve. The guy moved out the same day he graduated, for fuck’s sake, into the shittiest little apartment Hawkins had to offer that he had somehow arranged to rent beforehand without telling anyone, and he’s currently working two jobs to be able to provide for himself and to save up for the future. He cleans his apartment when it’s needed, unashamedly goes to the laundromat once a week, and pays his own bills. No one with working eyes or ears can ever say that Billy Hargrove is not independent.

(Meanwhile, Steve is still living at home – but he’ll argue that his parents are so rarely there, so it’s almost like he’s living on his own – and is lucky enough that he doesn’t have to pay his own way. Which is just as well, really, because Family Video doesn’t actually pay that much. But that’s neither here nor there.)

Independence is, objectively, a good trait, but of course Billy doesn’t do anything in moderation. His stance on gifts has forced Steve to get … creative.

Once, when Steve had found the perfect present – a silver dagger earring with a tiny blue stone the exact color of Billy’s eyes – he didn’t even try to give it to him. He simply poked it through the hole in his pocket so that it fell to the asphalt when he walked ahead of Billy across the parking lot outside the dinner, and let Billy “find” it. Pretended to be disgusted as Billy excitedly picked it up from the ground and everything, even though on the inside, he was preening at Billy’s delight over his “find”.

See? Steve can be sneaky, when he wants to or when the situation demands it. And when it comes to showering his boyfriend with gifts, the situation definitely demands it.

Luckily, there is one thing that Billy will grudgingly accept even if he hasn’t bought it himself – one thing in the world that Steve can give him, that Billy won’t reject outright or start a fight about – and that thing is chocolate.

Expensive, luxury chocolate, to be specific. The kind that comes in golden paper boxes, or wrapped in cellophane, or packed in high-end tin containers with etched pictures of cities on the lid.

Billy won’t say no to a cheap chocolate bar bought at the gas station either, but that isn’t quite enough for Steve, who by now has a burning need to spoil Billy somehow. So, luxury chocolate it is.

It was an accident, when Steve first discovered this exception. Billy was spending the night – like he so often does when Steve’s parents aren’t home, because while he has his own place now, Steve’s bed is both more comfortable and big enough for the two of them – and they’d been bickering about what to make for dinner. Billy was cooking, because of course he was, and he’d been rifling through the cupboards looking for the fancy pasta when he’d emerged with a crinkled plastic bag that he’d apparently unearthed from the very back.

“What’s this?” he’d asked, frowning at the little brown lumps inside the bag.

Steve had taken one look at it and made a face. “Oh, chocolate biscotti. Mom bought them from Italy last year. Give me that, I’ll throw it out.”

Billy had looked positively offended at that, and cradled the bag to his chest. “Throw them out? Why?”

“Uh, because she bought them last year?”

That hadn’t seemed to deter Billy though, as he’d snuck one out of the bag and bit into it. Steve grimaced at the dry crunch of it, and took the opportunity to yank the bag out of his boyfriend’s hand while Billy was busy chewing and looking thoughtful.

“Disgusting,” Steve said as he threw the bag of stale old cookies into the trash can. “You’re gonna get sick.”

Billy had just grinned at him and thrown the last piece of biscotti into his mouth, eating that one too. Had even licked his lips, after, and eyed the trash can like he maybe wanted to try raiding it for more of the stale cookies. Steve was a good boyfriend though and hadn’t let him – had, in fact, distracted him quite competently – but he’d already seen the way Billy’s eyes lit up at the taste, and the next time he spoke with his mother, he asked if she would bring another bag home with her.

(She had been in France at the time, but she’d been happy to call the hotel she’d stayed at in Venice the last time she was there and arrange for a couple of bags of biscotti from the ‘cute little bakery down the street’ to be delivered halfway across the world, as well as bring back a veritable smorgasbord of baked treats from Paris.)

It was a game of trial and error for some time, while Steve tested his theory. Baked goods worked, although Billy seemed to favor cookies over buns and flaky things like croissants. Sweet flavors went over better than savory in general, which were hit and miss. But the real winner was the chocolate. All kinds, all flavors.

The first time Steve had brought out a box of chocolates (Swiss chocolate, purchased in France), he’d put it on the table during a Party movie night, for everyone to enjoy. (Billy rarely refused food when it was obviously meant to be shared, although he never ate anything until someone else had done so first.) It worked like a charm – under the cover of the dark and in the low light from the TV, Steve saw Billy reach for no less than five pieces of chocolate.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Steve had gotten two identical boxes of chocolate. Over the next couple of days, he sneakily filled up the first box with pieces from the second box, and made sure to leave it out on the table whenever Billy was over. And as it had been established to be a communal box of chocolates, Billy didn’t have any qualms about eating from it, which meant that Steve was repeatedly treated to the sight of Billy closing his eyes and smiling around a piece of chocolate, visibly enjoying each bite. It was a win-win; Billy got his sweets, and Steve got to provide for his impossible boyfriend.

Since then, Steve has made a point to ask his mother to bring home chocolate from all the places she visits, as well as ordered from several specialty shops outside Indiana. His mother is happy to provide, as she has always enjoyed shopping for the finer things in life. She no doubt thinks that Steve is using it to woo some girl.

Well, she is half right.

Steve thanks her every time she brings something home, and then he puts it away until his parents leave again, at which point he will come up with increasingly convoluted ways of making sure Billy gets to enjoy it.

“Oh, that? Yeah, mom brought it back from New York. I don’t really care for it, to be honest. It’s too sweet for me” and “My aunt gave this to me – her boss gave it to her for her birthday but like, she’s diabetic so she can’t eat it. You want it?” and “I don’t know why mom insists on buying sweets, she should know by now that I’m not big on them … But I don’t want to hurt her feelings, you know? So I just smile and accept them” and “I think I’m allergic. It’d be a shame to throw it out, though. You’d honestly be doing me a favor if you just took it with you.”

Billy, who is ordinarily too smart to fall for schemes like this, miraculously hasn’t caught on yet. (Or maybe he has, but plays along because deep down, he wants what Steve gives him. Steve prefers that theory.)

Of course, Steve has to continue his attempts of gifting his boyfriend with non-chocolate items as well, even though it’s mostly for show, because a) he doesn’t want Billy to catch on his strategy and also b) one of these days, he’ll get Billy to say yes.

He’ll wear him down soon, Steve is sure.

Until then, he’ll just feed Billy fancy treats and fill up the back of his wardrobe – maybe Billy will get a pretty red shirt for Christmas. It’d be rude, even for Billy, to refuse gifts on Christmas.

[cum-a-calla]

Drive

Roman Roy tasks you with keeping him company on an evening errand.

under the cut: stupid banter, fingerfucking, oral sex, a little affection maybe, fuck you i don’t normally do this, leave me alone

“How much, honey?” Roman asks from the rolled down passenger window. He’s ducked down, eyes lidded, lips curled up in his customary smirk. 

“You wish, loser,” you snort, opening the door to slide in. “Driving yourself tonight, huh? Wowee. Big boy shit.”

“Yeah, fuck you. Buckle up. The only reason you’re even here is because you’re the only thing more annoying than this errand. Need you to distract me from my own misery.” Roman fucks with his phone a moment before tucking it back into his suit jacket. “All right. I already know you’re gunna ask, so, the bluetooth’s yours. Do your worst.”

You make a satisfied little sound as he starts driving, peering over at him in time to catch his smile. He makes a show of rolling his eyes. Within seconds, the car is filled with the sounds of cheesy early-2000s top forty, and Roman groans with displeasure, shooting you the most withered expression as he crinkles his nose. 

“Are you fuckin’ serious right now? This is, fuckin’… this is so ‘shitty frat party’. Just a room full of fuckin’ assholes, several racks of warm Pabst and, like, a two-to-one ratio of sweaty college boys to rich girls cosplaying as scene queens.” Roman laughs then. “I bet you were a scene girl, right? Like, remember those?”

“Yeah, Rome, I remember… um - you know. In, like, freshman year… of high school. MySpace and everything. Even had a Xanga, remember that? Or were you too busy being a really cool, spoiled-rich college kid?”

“High schooler? Gross. Turn this shit off, it’s giving me fuckin’ PSTD flashbacks.”

“No, you relinquished control and now you suffer.” You side-glance at him then, smiling sheepishly as you reach into your bag. “Um… however, I guess - I guess speaking of high school… I figured, we’re on this long drive and all, and… so.”

Roman glances over and watches you pull a joint out of your bag, clumsily rolled and hidden in a plastic capsule. 

“Oh, wow. Uh-oh. Somebody call my mommy, I don’t feel safe anymore.” Roman laughs again, his high-pitched, silly little giggle. It’s so endearing that you laugh, too, a lick of heat making your stomach flutter as his grin shows that canine you love so much. “Oh, man. What am I gunna fuckin’ do with you, delinquent. You absolute pain in my ass. Light her up, let’s fuckin go, let’s… make my car smell.”

You vibrate with pleasure, pulling an old Bic out of your pocket and starting the cherry. Roman pulls a face after he exhales, shaking his head as he hands it back.

“You bring me ragweed? What is this shit, something you rolled yourself from a decades-hidden stash somewhere? You dig this out of an old jacket or something?”

“I took it from your mom’s nightstand when I left her in bed this morning. She’s queer now, and I’m going to be your new stepmommy. Surprise!”

“Real nice. Stop trying to confuse my dick.”

After a while of comfortable silence and passing the joint back and forth, Roman’s fingers settle on your leg, just above the knee. He’s warm and heavy there, the pad of his thumb idly rubbing a soft, soothing little circle. It’s not unwelcome; it feels natural as ever, and you sneak another glance at him in your fuzzy little haze. Lights glance over his features with each passing streetlight, each car and building. His profile is so stark and beautiful. The shape of his brow, the long, elegant line of his nose, his lips. The hollows under his cheekbones look severe in the nicest way. His eyes flicker over to you and he gives you a squeeze. 

“Feels nice, huh?” he asks quietly, making it a point to tap his fingers on your leg. “It’s okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s nice.”

He makes a humming sound and settles his hand higher, fingers tickling along your inner thigh. 

“Did you ever play that game in high school, or - or college, or whatever? ‘Are you nervous?’ And, like, you - y’know, run your hand up their leg, or wherever, and the goal is to try not to bitch out. Sounds stupid now that I’m saying it out loud.”

“Mmm, yes, some of the good ol’ fashioned sexual harassment. Nice. Mutual molestation.” Roman smirks out the windshield. “No, I never played grope-my-friends, you little freak. Too busy groping myself, I guess. That and trying not to bring shame to the Roy name à la a lawsuit. I was a good boy.”

“Sure you were.”

“Okay, attitude. Just because you were getting your ass pinched and borderline felt-up all over the goddamn place. Creature.”

“Oh, it wasn’t - fuck off, it wasn’t like that, I was… I didn’t do anything beyond making out for, like, ever. Relatively speaking.”

“Let me guess,” Roman mumbles, hand sliding up further. He scoffs softly when your legs relax just a bit further apart, subtly encouraging him. Too easy. “You got fingerbanged for the first time in… a car.”

“No,” you say softly. Both of you are being so quiet now, voices hushed under the relaxing drone of his car on the freeway. It’s darker out here, the both of you wrapped in the darkness of the night. There’s the soft glow of his stereo, volume turned lower now, the lights of the dash. His hand keeps moving up - the heel of his palm is ridiculously close to the apex of your thighs, the seam of your crotch. His hand is warm, but your body is warmer. 

“Unbutton.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he says, and his voice is tender and amused, riding on an undercurrent of something deeper. Something a little more demanding. He sounds surprised that you’re asking him to repeat himself, and that does something to you, makes your tummy flip and your heart skip. The both of you looking straight ahead, your face burning pink, you unbutton and unzip your jeans, hesitating again before he gives your leg another squeeze—firmer this time. It’s a little clumsy, but you manage to slip them off your hips, and they pool awkwardly around your legs as you sit back in your underwear, thighs bare to his touch now. He looks at you and says nothing, but his expression says it all. The swallow making his throat jump, his dark, lidded eyes and half-smile. He traces his pinky along the edge of your underwear, where the top of your thigh meets your hip. “Feeling nervous?”

“N-no…”

“If you are, the rule is that you have to tell me, remember?”

You hum in the positive, nodding as you watch his hand, watch him reach over against the fabric and drag a single fingertip up the clothed seam of your cunt. 

“Nervous now, sweetheart?”

“No.”

“Tell me about the first time somebody fingerfucked your pussy.”

You open your mouth to say something sarcastic, to balk at his question, but instead, you sit there with your dumb fucking expression, staring out at the black sky with its stars poking through. The longer you stare out that big window at the big, seemingly empty expanse, the more little dots of light seem to appear. Isn’t that funny. Roman’s patient as ever, silent and minding his business watching the road the entire time he traces his fingertip along your panties. It doesn’t take anybody checking to know for sure - the gusset is slowly getting wet, damp under his attentions. But it’s not all that, is it? There’s something here - something about the dynamic between you two, the back and forth. Something. 

“I… was… in a movie theater,” you say, and then a smile splits your lips. You laugh a little, and a glance Roman’s way reveals his own silly little smile. His finger continues its slow, torturous journey, up, down, up, down. 

“Yeah? Fuck, what did you see?”

“God, I don’t know - don’t remember. It was awful. He had no idea what he was doing, and… neither did I. It was shocking how disappointing it was, because… I just…” Roman adds a second fingertip, and the two of them drag slow circles over your clothed clit. You take a moment, and then there it is - your stupid, breathy laugh, pretending he’s not making it worse. Better? Fuck, who knows. “I… I just remember thinking, this is it? This is terrible. I had no idea.”

“Tragic,” Roman mumbles. “Feeling nervous yet?”

“Umm…” Roman pulls the gusset slowly to the side and dips a single fingertip along your naked slit. “Oh - mmm, no… no.”

“No, you’re not nervous, or no, you don’t want this?”

“I’m not nervous,” you whisper.

“Can’t hear ya, honey.”

“I’m not fucking nervous,” you blurt. Roman laughs, a genuine laugh that makes his fingers pause, makes you smile back despite yourself. There you are, leaning back in your seat and turning to gaze on Roman’s wrinkled eyes and silly fucking grin, his teeth as he cackles in the way only he does. Your hips twitch and you look forward again, unwilling to acknowledge it even as you feel Roman turn to glance at you. 

“Good,” he says gently. “So, where was it, then?”

“What?”

Roman’s single fingertip turns into two, and slowly he pushes them inside. It makes you gasp a little, and you pointedly ignore his pleased grin, regardless of how badly you want to look at it, how hot it makes you to imagine tasting it. 

“Where did you first cum with somebody else fingering you?”

“Mmmm… my parent’s couch. Not the same person. Years later, I was -” Roman curves those fingers and gently teases all that tight flesh inside, rubbing, searching. Taking in your reactions, reading your body. Feeling for those little butterfly pulses in your cunt. “I… I was -”

“Uh huh. Focus. First time somebody made you cum with their fingers.”

“I was… 21. Babysitting. He - oh, fuck… he… had my head in his lap, hand in my pants, we were watching something. Kid was - it was my sister, she was little, and… and holed up in my folks’ room. Fuck. Roman -”

“Wow,” Roman intones, the sound of his smirk coloring his voice. “Mommy and Daddy not home, supposed to be babysitting. Cumming on your boyfriend’s fingers - naughty fuckin’ girl. Did you do him, too?”

Roman’s rhythm becomes more focused, then, as though he’s translating your quiet little breaths, the way you hold in your moans and stare out the window, shy, afraid of him seeing you all vulnerable and fucked up like this. You wait a moment and Roman allows the silence to stretch comfortably on, trying not to let on how eager he is to hear you recount your exploits. 

“No. No, just - he just… did me. That night. Fuck,” you gasp, clenching down on his fingers as he strokes a particularly sensitive spot. He zeroes in on it with firm, steady strokes, turning to watch your eyes flutter shut and your head hang back against the headrest, lips parted. You grasp the edge of the seat and he thinks you look so fucking cute this way, all scrunched up at the nose and concentrated, hips rocking so slightly for him. Roman smiles and lets you have it another few moments before pulling his wet fingers out of your body, opting instead to rub your clit in torturously slow circles. You whine a little, shifting as you exhale. 

“Look at you, being spoiled. Lucky thing,” he teases. “What a fucking gentleman, huh?”

“What do you know about being a gentleman, Roman Roy?” You laugh a little, but it comes out breathy, all the poison softened by the undertone of pleasure. Barely a jab at all, merely a…stroke. 

“Got me there. Never was one for valiant pursuits and shit.”

“Well… I like you that way. This way. Whatever.”

“Aww, look at you, getting all tender and cum-dumb. That’s fuckin’ adorable. Tell me more about what you like about me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck off,” you breathe, and Roman’s fingers move just a little faster. God, you’re wet. There’s a thought in the back of your head - what if he just edges you and doesn’t let you finish? It’s enough to make you moan a little, and Roman’s eyebrows go up when he hears it, a dog perking up. 

“Feeling something over there?”

“No.”

“Sure, sure. Yeah, nothing at all. Tell me about… the first time you sucked cock.”

“Mmm-mh, it was bad. Very unsexy.”

“Tell me or I’ll stop.”

“Oh, fuckin’ -” You huff petulantly, nudging against his fingers when he stills them, showing you he means it. “Stop it! I mean - fucking - don’t stop it, like - okay, fine. Please.”

Roman laughs and moves back into that rhythm you seem to like so goddamned much, drinking in that relieved little sigh you make when he’s rubbing your clit again. 

“You’re so fucking easy.”

“And you’re a fucking asshole.” You take a breath and peer at him sidelong, tracing the shape of his profile. Tattooing it on your brain. Thinking briefly about his nose on your clit, the graceful, gorgeous bridge of it slowly sliding against it, instead, his fingers buried in your cunt. It makes you shudder and there’s another moan. “Okay. It - it was, uh… in this. This fucking… alleyway. Behind a local store. He just kind of… sprang it on me, I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t finish him. It was weird and embarrassing.”

“Behind a fucking - okay, wow. That’s… yeah, that’s pretty fucking bad,” he laughs. “Little fuckin’ exhibitionist over here, giving out blowies behind the fuckin’ Safeway or whatever. Slut.”

“Fuck off, I was… curious, and… and - anyway. It took me a long time to figure it out. And an even longer time to be good at it and enjoy it. So, there you go.”

“And now you’re a pro.”

“And now I’m a pro,” you smile. “First time I went down on a girl was nicer, and more fun. Way better.”

Roman’s fingers pick up speed, his dick throbbing in his slacks. You meet his gaze and fuck, you have this soft, coy little fuck-me smile on your lips. He imagines those lips wrapped around his cock, and he also imagines them kissing some pretty girl’s wet, pink pussy, and he clears his throat. He stares again at the road, stroking you just a little faster, now, a little more urgently. 

“It was at a party. I’d always had a crush on her, and - mmm, we were drunk. She came with her boyfriend. He was being a prick, and I told him I was going to steal her and fuck her,” you laugh. “I was just trying to be a jerk, but… later on we decided to sleep together and we started showing each other, um… our bodies, and - and… I said I’d never had sex with a girl before, but always wanted to. She asked if I wanted to right there, and I did. Fuck. She was pretty, soft, responsive. She grabbed my hair.”

“Fuck,” Roman whispers, palming his cock real quick. He rubs it idly through his pants, imagining it. Picturing you making this girl cum on your tongue. He feels like a fucking teenager again, all excited over something so basic as two hot girls eating each other. He feels warm in the face, and if he listens hard, he swears he can hear how wet you are as he touches you.

“She went down on me, too, but I didn’t need her to. Just wanted to make her cum.”

“Did you?” Roman swallows. “Make her cum?”

You nod, eyes half-closed as you rock against his fingers. Pressure builds and grows between your thighs, that familiar tight feeling becoming more urgent. Roman can feel you getting close in the way your breathing starts changing, the way you’re mindlessly grinding back against his slippery fucking fingers. All those desperate, sharp gasps, humming and moaning. Oh, yeah, he’s gunna make you fucking cum. 

“You gunna give it to me? Yeah? You gunna cum for me?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah,” you whimper, and he watches you close your eyes and arch a little, knowing to keep his rhythm, to keep you focused on the molten-hot, glittering stretch to orgasm, your body growing more and more tense. He can see how wet you are through your panties, steals glances at the way his fingers look outlined in that thin cloth. 

“Good. Good fucking girl,” he coos softly. “You’re so pretty like this, you know that?”

Oh - that’s it. You gasp and it washes over you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath as it rushes up through your body until you’re seeing white behind the eyes, crashing back down to make your cunt spasm and clench and throb, explosion after explosion so that you’re moaning Roman’s name and bucking against his touch. He doesn’t back down, following the way your body moves - it’s enchanting, how agonized you look. All for him. He did this to you, and after the initial explosion of pleasure, he sinks his fingers back inside and thrusts them into that tight little spot you love so much. The broken way you sob a new moan out makes him want to cum right then and there. Fuck. He murmurs little encouragements, there you go, let me have it, honey, good girl, fuck look at you, look at you cum so hard for me. 

As it dies down, Roman pulls his hand gingerly back and sucks his fingers clean, humming at the way you taste. You look spent as you catch your breath, thighs slack in the seat, underwear soaked through. Face the most gorgeous shade of blush as you lean back and recover. You glance over at him and roll your eyes, smiling and covering your face. 

“Stop. Stop staring at me, I’m all… whatever.”

“You’re ‘all whatever’?”

“Yeah!”

“You’re all fuckin’ hot. Making my dick hurt. It’s honestly super fucking rude of you.”

“Poor Romey.”

“Yeah, poor fuckin’ Romey. Exactly.” Roman presses the heel of his palm against his cock again, feeling his pulse everywhere - in his dick, his chest, the tip of his nose. He reaches over and takes your hand, presses it against the twitching bulge along his inner thigh where it’s trapped and neglected. “Feel this shit? This is your fault. What with your fuckin’ moaning and… fuckin’ lesbian sleepover stories. Fuck.”

You run your fingers teasingly along his length, relishing the stupid little sound he makes when you give it a gentle squeeze. You massage it like that for a couple of minutes, watching his brow knit together, his knuckles going white on the steering wheel. You can tell he’s getting worked up and irritated, and it makes it better, somehow. Makes you breathe a little laugh through your nose, the most gentle scoff. 

“Yeah, you’re all fucked up, aren’t you?”

“No shit, what - what gave it away?” he says dryly, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“You asking for a little handy, Rome?” Your eyes glitter in the dark and his breath catches in his throat for a moment as you gaze at him like that, all fucking pink-cheeked and smirking, your hand so excruciatingly slow as it moves over his cock. “Now who’s being a teenager, huh?”

“Oh, I was thinking… you know, you got me so fucking riled up about all that learning you’ve done perfecting your cocksucking technique, yeah?” Roman takes a hand off the wheel to clumsily undo his slacks, maneuvering them to pull his cock free, and god - he’s so hard, leaking at this point. He takes in the way your smirk seems to melt off your face, eyes trained on him, on how it visibly pulses under your heated gaze. “Time to put your money where your mouth is, sweetheart. Why don’t you show Daddy how good you are at giving road head.” 

For a second, he thinks you’re going to shy away, and there’s a fleeting thrill that shoots all the way down to his fucking balls at the thought of you being a little afraid, a little nervous. Just a little.

But no - there you are, tucking your hair behind your ear, and that innocent little gesture makes him groan before you’ve even touched his naked cock yet. He lifts an arm to allow you down toward his lap, and you give the wet head of his dick a little kiss before working those soft lips around it. Roman moans, eyelids fluttering as he focuses on the road, glancing down to try to catch a glimpse - but it’s just your hair, the back of your head. He can’t really see the action, but, oh, he can feel it. 

You take your time. swirling your tongue around his cockhead, all that sensitive velvety flesh. You run your tongue along the delicate knot just underneath, where the gorgeous flare of his tip bows out, just under his slit. It’s an art - working your way slowly deeper, lower, giving him a couple extra deep strokes into the back of your throat so you can drool over him and lubricate better. It always works - you coat him like that, focusing on developing a rhythm for him. All of him, the column of hot, thick jerk-and-pulse, that slightly sweaty taste of his skin. 

“Oh, fuck… fuuuuck,” he whines, thighs taut with tension. He’s not going to last long. It’s been too much teasing, fingering your little cunt and hearing your little stories, and now you’re making good on your word. Worshiping his cock exactly like he needs you to. Sucking, lapping, licking, gagging. God, he loves that, loves the sound of it when it’s just slightly too much, the sweet little moan you make as it vibrates into his body. He stares at the road, but his brain is on autopilot - all he can focus on is the visceral feeling of you drooling on his balls, the obscene sounds of you sucking and slurping his cock. 

“I - I’m not gunna… god, okay, I’m gunna fucking cum soon, so - uh, fuckin’ - giving you a little - oh, sweet fuckin’ Jesus, wh—”

As soon as he starts to try to warn you about how close he’s getting, you start trying to throat him. The speed doesn’t necessarily change, but you take him harder, deeper, more thoroughly, moaning against all that smooth, rippled cockflesh, enjoying the way he wants to thrust up into your face. You imagine him holding your head down and skullfucking you and another moan vibrates against him, traveling deep into his core.

“Oh my fuckin’ god, I’m… I’m gunna f-fucking cum, holy shit —”

The telltale swell and throb of his cock signals you more than anything. You take it just a bit slower, taking your time to flatten and drag your tongue up the shaft of his cock as he pulses his load in spurts, warm and thick, swallowing as you go. His moans are long, whiny, absolutely erotic. You imagine his face, thinking of the way he has to struggle to keep his eyes on the road, the thrill of it making your cunt clench again. Would he swerve just a little? Are you gunna feel the vibrations of the turtle-bumps on the road as he edges from the lane, trying to keep his cool and focus as he empties into your mouth? He rolls his hips helplessly as you milk the last of it from him, already feeling his dick go soft, refusing to let him out of your mouth til he’s twitching and making the most deliciously pathetic sounds, so overstimulated and sensitive. With a lewd pop, you release him, licking your lips. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Roman sighs, glaring at you with no actual malice. “Didn’t have to… fucking… pull out all the stops, there. I get it, you suck dick.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment. Thank you - and you’re welcome,” you say smugly, smiling. You watch with vague interest as Roman struggles to tuck himself back into his slacks and zip up again, squirming to get comfortable, to get everything situated. He rolls his eyes, but his satisfaction is clear. 

“Almost there,” he says quietly. And, true to his word, within minutes he’s pulling into the mostly-empty parking lot of a huge office building, leaving the car on and pointing at you sternly as he unbuckles. 

“Don’t go running away on me,” he says. 

You watch his confident stride as he straightens his jacket, smooths his fingers through his hair, and then he’s inside. Barely ten minutes go by before he’s striding out of the building with a cardboard box, ostensibly full of documents. He sets it into the backseat, gives it a couple slaps on the top, and gets himself back into the driver’s seat to buckle in. 

“Mission accomplished,” he murmurs, gracing you with a very charming grin. You smile back at him, his silly gestures so infectious and endearing that it makes your heart ache. 

“Mhm. You’re cute, Roman Roy.”

Roman has such a warm expression before he rolls his eyes, so fast and unexpected that you may have imagined it. 

“Yeah, fuck off, whatever. Shut up.”

After he gets back on the freeway, the both of you sated and comfortable, the drone of the car and the comfortable silence starts to lull you into a comfortable half-sleep. You recline the seat a little, turn on the seat warmer. Roman’s hand startles you as it settles on your leg, giving you a gentle rub, a squeeze. He chuckles to himself at your irritation, the almost-embarrassment of how you jumped from surprise. 

“Yeah. Who’s cute now,” he mumbles under his breath. “Gunna take a little nap?”

You hum in the positive, eyelids so heavy. It’s so warm, so comfortable and gentle. It feels good to feel his hand. It feels good to hear the rumble of the wheels on the road, the passing cars sounding so distant somehow. It’s just you and Roman under the night, driving in that blanket of quiet. Safe. 

[angeliteeyes]

Genshin Love Letters and Confessions - feat. Ganyu, Kokomi, Chiori, Shenhe, Jean, Sara, Ayaka, Keqing, and Hu Tao (in order)

Follow-up for my Genshin Love Letter event, in which these sweethearts sent you a love letter, but forgot to sign them. Still, you know them well enough to figure out who sent each and every one. Now, it's time to go and visit them in person. Shall we?

-Ganyu-

Your heart aches with sympathy at each written word as your eyes trail downwards. Even without a signature, you'd spent more than enough time with your half-Qilin companion to know of her... unique sleeping habits, as well as the vivid dreams that often accompanied them. Honestly, it's a miracle that she even survived this long, given how indiscriminate her choice of napping spots is.

You smile gently at the final words of her letter. As if you could ever say no to her.

Liyue Harbor was world-renowned for several different reasons, from the bustling businesses lining its streets to the gorgeous Glaze Lilies that bloomed along the edges of its landscape. Still, though, as your gaze falls onto Ganyu anxiously playing with a piece of her hair, you deduce that the city itself pales in comparison to the beauty of its inhabitants.

"Did you wait long?" You lean closer to her, making her blush from the proximity.

"Not at all, actually. I had planned to come here earlier, but... there were some last-minute issues I had to attend to." Her eyes shut for a moment, the very mention of work seemingly exhausting her. You nudge her in the direction of the nature-dense trail up ahead.

"Well, you're here now. How about we just leave all that work stuff behind for the night?" She softly exhales, letting the tension exit from her body, before agreeing.

It doesn't take long for you to notice her uncharacteristic quietness. Sure, she may act shy often around others, but with you? It was as if all of the words that yearned to escape from her lips during the day flooded out the moment she was with you at night. As her ramblings began about lazy coworkers or stressful workloads, you'd always been there, strolling by her side to listen. And yet today, you hear nothing. You shoot a glance to your side only to find her looking at the ground.

"Ganyu...? Did your dream scare you that much? You know I'd never actually hate you."

She nods pensively. "I know. Don't worry. I did ask to see you because of that, but that's not... the reason why, exactly." Your ears perk up as you silently wait for her to continue. She takes a deep, heavy breath before turning over to you. "It's just that—well, you know me. I've always felt this barrier between me and most other people, especially with my lineage. I've never... I've never known someone that I've been so scared of losing before."

Her footsteps come to a halt. Before you can question it, her hand reaches out to hold your own. As you look into her eyes, a flash of determination marches across them as she peers directly into your own.

"So that's why I want to be with you for as long as I can. Would you be willing to go out with me?" Her eyes squeeze shut and her hand, intertwined with your own, reverberates like a shivering rabbit. You clasp them gently in return.

"Of course."

-Kokomi-

As you slowly push the door to Kokomi's secret hideout open, her words come rushing back through your head. "I feel at ease with you around, and I know I can let my guard down and not stress about social expectations." Seeing her sleeping form slouched on top of her messy desk, you believe every word.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." You gently tousle her hair, earning a groggy whine from her in response. She stirs and looks up at you with a blank expression, processing your arrival, before snapping awake.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I'm the one that called you here, yet here I am nodding off." She throws in a nervous giggle before falling silent, playing with the ends of her sleeves. "So, you read it...right?" As she peers up at you with timid eyes, her expression brings to mind the image of a scared bunny. The thought—along with her sincerity—brings a smile to your face.

As much as you feel sympathetic to her fears... admittedly, this is far too perfect of an opportunity to tease her; besides, hearing those words from her lips would be much nicer than just reading a piece of paper. And so, you look down at her with a grin.

"Read what, exactly?" A shocked look—followed shortly by a glaring, blushing one—blanketed her face.

"Are you really going to make me say it out loud? It's too embarrassing..." She hesitates to bite the bait you laid out, yet you're not ready to give up just yet. Tauntingly, you lean in closer.

"Come on now, Kokomi. You're a master strategist, and you're telling me you didn't see this coming?" At this, her eyes widen and her hands move to cover her face. For several moments, no words are exchanged between the two of you—you patiently waiting for her to give in and her seemingly incapable of doing so. At least, that's what you think at first. But then slowly but surely, a tiny, muffled voice cracks through her shielding hands.

"...I like you..."

You pat her on the top of the head.

"I like you too, silly."

-Chiori-

A flash of rosy red coats your cheeks as you digest her words. When you saw that you'd received a letter, you couldn't possibly have imagined just how bold of one it would be. Still, though, you can't say you're too surprised by the idea that Chiori would write something like this; it's not like her public image came out of thin air.

Now that the weight of what you're holding is starting to sink in, oddly enough, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. Maybe it's just because she took on the hard work of confessing first, or maybe it's the way she hardly even considers the possibility that you'd reject her (good observation skills on her part). Or maybe it's just the fact that you finally get to know that your crush likes you back. Regardless of which one it is, she deserves to hear your own feelings.

"Chiori? Are you still working?" As you step onto the floors of the esteemed Chioriya Boutique, a whiff of her signature perfume alerts you to her presence. With a loud groan, she gets up and walks over to where you stand.

"Finally, you're here. Perfect timing actually; I didn't have time for lunch, so I'm rather hungry. So, tell me, what are your thoughts on that bakery I mentioned?" Her words rush out of her mouth so fast that you stumble over your own.

"Hey, wait! Aren't we going to talk about... you know... everything else you said in the letter?"

For a brief while, confusion scatters across her expression. Your stomach starts to feel queasy in anticipation, wondering what she'll have to say next. Despite how frequently she spoke her mind, its inner workings still remain a bit of an enigma to you. And then, at last, she continues.

"What is there to talk about? We like each other, and now we're both on the same page, so what's the issue?" Her words carry a strong, bulldozing attitude, as they always seem to. Yet, a slight blush envelops her face. You relax a little at the sight. Even the most confident of people can still get embarrassed, it turns out. You laugh a little, the action causing her to frown.

"Hey! What's so funny?" You shoot her a giddy smile in an attempt to reassure her.

"It's just nice seeing you be the one getting flustered for once, y'know?"

With that remark, her redness only increases more and more, until she looks like a bomb about to explode. She clicks her tongue at you before jutting her hand out to yank your wrist, dragging you outside into the city's streets towards the aforementioned shop.

You have a funny feeling that your life's about to get much, much more eventful now that she's claimed you as her own.

-Shenhe-

"I promise that I'll keep you safe from any dangers that dare threaten you while I'm around."

Reading the letter's final line brought you back to the first time you had met Shenhe. While you had been enjoying the scenery of the Liyue mountains, you'd unfortunately gotten lost and wound up in hostile Fatui territory. The situation rapidly went from bad to worse when they'd falsely assumed you were a spy or something... Really, if she hadn't shown up and rescued you, you're not sure what would've become of you that day. But there's no need to worry about that anymore; if anything, maybe it was good luck that happened. After all, it gave you the chance to see her in a positive light. Nothing like the scary rumors passed around back home.

It didn't take long before you grew fond of her and actively started to seek her out, always bringing along whatever gifts you could find. Thankfully, her unique taste in food meant you'd often spot favorite plants of hers along the way, so it didn't take much effort. Still, she always seemed so surprised by the presents. It made you wonder how many... or how few, you should say, that she'd received beforehand.

All that to say, you'd long since grown aware of her loneliness, of her unfamiliarity with human social customs, and how it's contrasted by her deep desire for connection. And you knew that you never, ever wanted her to be alone like that again.

As you drew near to her home out in the mountains, you breathed in the fragrant air. Looks like she's already gotten started on one of those herbal soups she's so fond of. Admittedly, you found them to be... a bit too unique for your tastes at first. Now, though, your taste buds have grown accustomed to them, to the point where you actually have started to crave those flavors... or maybe it's just that you associate them with her bright, expectant eyes eagerly watching you try out her favorite recipes, along with her subtle yet warm smile when you tell her you enjoyed them.

Despite not knocking on her front door yet, it was hurriedly thrust open by Shenhe, who was now standing in front of you. It's a rather endearing quirk stemming from her superior senses that you've noticed ever since you started coming over—the way she'd rush over to you so fast, yet pretend to act nonchalant when you met face-to-face.

"Oh, you're here. Dinner's almost ready." She turns to walk toward her kitchen, but before she can make it, you reach out your arms to latch onto her. You bury yourself deeper into her backside and let your emotions seep out of your body and soak into her skin. A distinct sound of her breath hitching makes its way into your ears. You clear your throat.

"I promise, I'll stay with you forever and ever, Shenhe."

Her body relaxes into you as she reaches her hands up to cover your own. Even in the silence, you can feel the weight of her doubts being lifted off of her shoulders and dissipating into the air and clouds. If her worries ever do return, though, it'll be okay. You'll be right by her side to dispel them as many times as it takes.

-Jean-

From the moment you walked into the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, hushed murmurs and barely held-back giggles made their way into your ears. Seriously, what is up with everyone today? They can't possibly know about Jean's letter to you... right? Right? But then again, knowing her weird ideas about responsibilities and burdens, you're not so sure that she would've confessed to you without an outside push. You sigh before opening her office door.

"Jean?" You take in the strange view in front of you. She's sat in her usual spot, yet her typical orchestra of carefully organized papers is mysteriously missing. Looking at her, you notice that her hands are abnormally empty and resting—or shaking, more so—on her thighs. Realization hits you. "Wait, are you not working on anything?"

A flash of panic stirs through her as she rushes to explain herself. "It's not that I don't want to work, it's just—oh, how do I say this..." She fake coughs, attempting to regain composure. "The others may have caught wind of the letter I wrote you and, well, by the time I got back..." She gestures to her vacant desk space.

Ah, so that explains the weird energy of this place. Not to mention the wink Lisa threw you when she'd spotted you coming over here (then again, that may have just been her being her normal self). An awkward air fills the space between you two, as blushes rise to both of your faces. You decide eventually to break it, albeit with much embarrassment.

"So, uh, how long are they planning on holding your precious papers hostage for?"

She sighs and looks longingly at the door. "They said that I'm not allowed to work for the rest of the day. The only reason they didn't kick me out entirely was so you'd be able to find me faster."

You laugh at the images coming to mind of how that whole scenario must've went down. Even without being there, you can still perfectly hear Jean's complaining and failed attempts to argue ringing in your head as if you were. With a grin, you walk over to her side.

"Well then, let's make the most of this free time together." You grab her hand in yours as she looks up at you pensively.

"Does this mean you accept my confession?"

You press your lips into the top of her overheating head, a little blessing that you hope may bring her peace of mind. "Of course I do."

-Sara-

The miniature clock on your wrist glares tauntingly at you as you sprint towards your destination. 5:10 p.m. You didn't normally show up to your mandatory training with Sara this late, honest. It's just that work ran a bit longer than expected. That's all (and definitely not because you got distracted by a food vendor). Still, your muscles are already tensing at the scolding you know she's about to bombard you with.

It's odd, really. You're not even a part of the Tenryou Commission—or any job that requires physical training, for that matter. Yet all the same, Sara had abruptly waltzed into your life and demanded that you begin training with her. Apparently, it was something about you "needing to be able to defend yourself when she's not around" or whatever other weird things she'd bark at you when you slacked off or expressed any complaints.

Once you finally made it to your designated spot, you began to slow down, panting like a dog in summer's heat. You weren't given any chance to relax, though, as a stern voice pierced into your skin.

"You're late." Looking up timidly, her glare and harsh scowl came into view. Normally her reprimanding was subtler and layered with drawn-out speeches and explanations, but not today. She knew that both of you were already well aware of your error.

"I know, I'm sorry. Work just ran late and—"

"I don't want to hear it." She groans while looking you up and down. "Looks like I was right to make this decision after all."

You pause in confusion. "What decision?"

"This training isn't working out the way I thought it would. I had expected you to treat your safety as a top priority and give it your all, but clearly that's not happening. You're still much too weak for my liking." The urge to argue with her burned at your throat, yet you bit it back, just barely allowing her to continue speaking. Still, if she wanted to give up on training you, she could've just said so.

"So, in order to keep you as safe as possible, we will remain at each other's side every day. That way, I'll be able to protect you and ensure that you're never late to a training session again."

An empty silence lingers for several seconds as you process her words.

"So... like dating?"

Her face goes blank, like she's a broken machine failing to register commands. "What? No, we're just going to move in together and be with each other each day. That's perfectly normal."

You have to forcefully wrangle your facial expression under control at the absurdity of her obliviousness. The worst part is that you know she's completely serious. Before meeting her, you likely never would've believed anyone could be this unintentionally obtuse, but... well, here you two are.

Well, whatever. Maybe as time goes by, she'll begin to realize how awfully romantic your future living situation really is, or the meaning behind her constant blushing as your skin bumps into one another during practice. Until then, you'll happily remain by her side for as long as her confused heart demands.

-Ayaka-

Sakura bloom tea.

The sweet, fragrant aroma wafts all around you, originating from the twin teacups you and Ayaka are sharing. For some reason, she's begun to offer this kind exclusively during your visits. The cause of her actions eludes you, yet based on her attentive looks she throws your way each time the cup draws towards your lips, perhaps it holds more meaning than simple kindness. Today, the flavor is especially strong.

"Thank you for being willing to come over on such short notice. It really means a lot to me." Her voice peters out a little at the end of her sentence, a tranquility exuding from her form.

"Of course. It sounded like you had a lot to say, so I couldn't just ignore you."

She presses her cup back down onto the flat surface. "Yes, I did—if you're alright with hearing me out." You nod affirmatively and watch as her lungs fill up with air and determination, before exhaling. Her eyes bore into yours, a newfound intensity brimming within them.

"I'm well aware that many outsiders view me as extremely fortunate for my position in the Kamisato Clan. I can't say they're entirely wrong, but... they don't see the extent that it affects my entire life. They don't have to sit and listen to others converse with each other so happily and carefree, only to switch to formalities the moment I come over. They didn't have to watch the other children play outside together, only to be rushed over to another lesson on mannerisms. This position is a blessing, yes, but it's also a prison." Despite her somberness, a gentle smile stretches her lips from each side.

"You, though... When I'm with you, I feel free of those shackles. You treat me like a friend, like I'm more than just a person with a grand title."

All of a sudden, she disrupts her own speech. The once-silent room around her becomes filled with jarring thumps and thuds as she gets up from her seated position and strides over to you, slamming herself down by your side. You're about to open your mouth and question her, when her lips press themselves into yours. It's a bit harsh at first, but soon melts into a more timid softness.

She eventually pulls away, but only slightly. With a whisper, she speaks again.

"Can we be more than friends?"

Before long, the tastes of your pair of sakura bloom teas meet and become one once again. A simple, wordless answer, yet somehow, it communicates more than anything else you two could say to each other.

-Keqing-

Most of the time at work, Keqing was a permanent, thundering, and pervasive force throughout your day. Whether it was to pester you over some work with a tight deadline or to bring you little treats from the break room—the ones she claims she just happened to grab too many of—her presence was a permanent fixture in your daily life. And yet, today, she was nowhere to be found.

"Keqing? She said that she's in a meeting right now, I think."

"Oh, Keqing offered to go out and grab some office supplies. She's not back yet."

Over and over, time and time again, your questions got those same sorts of replies. Strange, since this has never happened before in your long time of being coworkers. You bite your lip and ponder. There's no way you're about to go home and leave her feelings unanswered. And so, you settle yourself into the seat at her desk and wait.

It isn't until nightfall that she returns. When she walks in, she nearly doubles over from the fright of seeing your shadowy form and shrieks violently.

"Don't scare me like that! Why are you here anyway? You're supposed to be home by now." You push yourself out of the seat.

"I wouldn't have to be if a certain someone hadn't been running around all day. You're the one that told me not to procrastinate telling you my feelings." At the mention of her letter, she stiffens and slowly deflates like a balloon. Her eyes drift to the side, far away from you.

"...I already told you not to respond. I know you don't like me like that anyway, so don't bother." With that, she turns away and starts to move her hand over the door handle. But before she can actually use it, you reach out to her.

"Keqing, wait."

You gently rest your hand on her shoulder, making her breath hitch. You continue to speak.

"I don't know what's making you think I don't like you, but I do. I really do."

After a few moments of silence, she slowly turns to face you. With a flash of concern, you notice two trails of tears making their way down her cheeks. Her lip is stained with trace amounts of blood, likely from biting it so hard—a nervous habit of hers. She locks eyes with you.

"Do you actually mean that?"

You cup her face with both hands. As much as you try to brush off the tears, more and more seem to replace them.

"Yes, I promise. And I'll prove it to you, no matter how long it takes."

-Hu Tao-

You've showered countless times. You've furiously scrubbed at each patch of skin you could reach. You even grabbed a wad of tape and started pressing and peeling it all over, but to no avail. The glitter enclosed in that stupid letter is still stuck to you like neon glue, regardless of how much effort you put into making it not so.

You had to get revenge.

Up ahead, Hu Tao is busy taking care of some funeral parlor work. Seeing her like this, you'd think she's an innocent, hardworking businesswoman, but you know the truth. You're literal walking proof of her more playful side and of just how cruel of a prankster she could be. It's alright, though; soon, she'll look exactly like you.

Seems like she's finally taking notice of your arrival. As she spins around to face you, a wide, bright-eyed grin makes its way onto her face.

"Hey there, looks like you received my present. Did you like it?" Her eyes narrow mischievously, probably hoping for an entertaining reaction out of you. You, though, simply smile back.

"I sure did. So much, in fact, that I got you this."

Her joyful expression falters after you speak. "Wait, what do you—"

A stream of bright, colorful rainbow glitter interrupts her words as it splashes onto her, making her yelp. You made sure to aim it for the exact same spots that her gift hit you. For a little while, she fails to even react, but soon after she quickly melts into a puddle of booming laughter. So much so that, by the time she's done cracking up, there's a well of tears stuck in her eyes. A high-pitched exhale escapes her throat as she meets your gaze.

"Now see, this is why I like you so much. You're always so fun to be around." She leans closer to you. "Say, how about you go out with me?"

You furrow your brows at her.

"Is this another one of your pranks?" She giggles a little, before making a solemn expression you've only ever seen her wear a handful of times. It's one exclusively saved for the most serious of moments with her, the kinds that leave no room for jokes or lighthearted quips.

"No, I really mean it. I like you. So, what do you say?" She presses herself even closer, talking in a faint, melodic tone. Her eyes watch you expectantly, as if she already knows what answer you'll give. And you know it too.

"Yes, I'll go out with you."

Her face beams with gleeful delight and quickly, she grabs you for a tight hug. Wait...

"Stop rubbing the glitter off on me!"

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Author's note: Good lord was this a long one, easily my longest post to date. Apologies for any mistakes, there ain't no way I didn't mess up somewhere in this 4.1k words, long as hell mess T-T still, I hope y'all enjoyed it <3

Taglist: @cmiru final post for the Love Letter event!!!! Thank you (and others, you know who you are mwa) for the support. It really means a lot to me :D

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

In Class 2

I was going to wait to binge watch the rest of the show tomorrow but honestly I need to put this show behind me for several reasons. Let me just get this out of the way before I say anything else. I am a big fan of the manhwa, simple as it may be. I have lived with these characters in my head for two years now. So my bias is clearly showing. But one thing that I want to make perfectly clear. Just because I love the manhwa, and admittedly I have a bias, does not mean I am dense, and incapable of watching and judging the show as it's own thing. I still have a brain. Ok. Now for the show. This usually goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway. These are my opinions. Read at your own risk.

This is not a bad show. It's also not a bl. And that fact alone, makes this a bad adaptation. Let’s be honest, they adapted a bl and turned it into something that’s not a bl any more, as many have stated before. This is a kdrama with queer themes. Liking the show, and even acknowledging that it’s good, doesn’t change that fact. And if people honestly can't understand why people would have a problem with that, then nothing I will say about it will make a difference.

Now for the actual show. As a kdrama this isn't a bad series. The characters have depth, the astronomy metaphors are clever, even if at times they felt really heavy-handed, the acting is really good, for the most part, and there are some brilliant scenes that could make this show a great one. But it doesn't all come together. It's inconsistent. And it doesn't commit to its queerness. It's a series that was made two years ago, and it shows. Maybe even further back, actually. Which, regardless of my feelings for the source, is just sad. I'm not a romance kdrama watcher so I have no real frame of reference in that regard. But it seems like this show wanted to be a couple of different things but ended up not being either. It's not queer enough to be a bl, but it's too queer to be mainstream. It's not hard to see why this show couldn't find distribution for two years. They were aiming for mainstream but that was never gonna happen two years ago. Well, it didn't happen right now either, so...

My favourite part was the sisters. I love them. I think their various adventures in dating were really important as a parallel to Heesu. Which is one of the reasons I don't think the Chanyoung and JiYu couple were necessary to drive that point home. Nor do I think that's why they were there. One of my favourite scenes was Heesu coming out to his sister. And her reaction basically being, "Oh, I should say I love him now, that's what one should do in this situation." It was so well done.

Ahn Ji Ho was great as Heesu. Just really great. His emotions shined through beautifully throughout the whole series. Lee Sang Jun also did an amazing job as Seung Won. His physicality was on point at all times. I love these two so much. 

I think time was not used efficiently here. Mostly with the queer couple. I live for pining besties. But by episode 9, there were way too many chances and everything with the hets was already in the open, so why stretch it out? Cause it feels purposefully stretched. The editing in the final two episodes was a mess and I kept wondering what might've been left on the cutting room floor. It just didn't flow at all, and I kept getting pulled out of the emotional journey. It really seemed like they were forced to have 10 episodes but they couldn't really give us more than 5 minutes of the boys together so they made a mess of things in the final stretch.

I think the friendship between Heesu and Chanyoung was the weaker part of all this. They never felt, to me, like best friends. A lot of times, there's an issue with friends to lovers, which is the blurring of lines. You are crushing on your best friend, so everything becomes deeper, more hurtful, than if he was just your best friend.  I think for the most part, Heesu navigated this pretty well. We've certainly seen much worse. He slipped sometimes and messed up, but he never really stopped being by Chanyoung's side. 

However, this is still a very unbalanced friendship, mostly because of Chanyoung. He makes fun of Heesu for not having any friends, but it seems like he has the same problem. Cause it seems like he only reaches out to Heesu when he has a problem. He comes and goes as he pleases, and if he hadn't been sleeping at his house and seen Heesu unable to sleep, I doubt he would've noticed anything was wrong with Heesu at all. I'm not saying Heesu was a perfect friend, btw. But the confession scene and the subsequent summoning of Heesu to the tennis court where Chanyoung could feel safe, where he literally has home court advantage, where he could throw balls at Heesu, was a step too far for me. (Also, JiYu, you could do better!)

I liked the final three minutes because I have a heart. And I could finally watch my boys be together even if only for a short time. But it came too late and it stumbled too much to get there for me to feel the level of joy that I usually get. I think I needed more of them throughout the show to feel that same sense of joy when they moved past all the hurdles and finally got together.

I think maybe I should stop now. I think I could forgive more about this show if it was actually mainstream. If I could say, you know what? At least we're getting a queer coming of age story in a mainstream kdrama. I might still not like that they chose this manhwa for it, because there’s no shortage of those, so to pick one that is just about two boys falling in love and little else confuses me. But at least then I could feel like something was accomplished here. As it stands, I'm just left disappointed by a show that I had been waiting for since I first read the manhwa a couple of years ago.

[hvnsinureyes]

YOU LIKE TO SAY THAT YOU'RE RIGHT ! austin reaves.

request | "omg rennie… more like a challengers-esque version where golfer!austin hires you, a has-been golf player sidelined to teaching by an injury—whose career he’s inadvertently followed because you used to train at the same club when you were kids, to help perfect his swing then one thing leads to another and suddenly you’re being fucked in a golf cart with a [CALL DROPS]"

warnings | angst-ish, reader is somewhat tashi coded, nsfw— austin fucks you in a golf cart, unprotected sex, creampie, austin's lowk obsessed/delusional (that's how i like 'em)

author's note | it's a long one! also forgive me i know nothing about golf, learned all of this from google! also i am sick (once again) so i may take a teeny break from tumblr after this one! sorry :(

AUSTIN REMEMBERS YOU CLEARLY. more than he should, to be honest. he first met you at golf camp— where his parents enrolled him in so he had something to keep him occupied during the summer. he was used to playing baseball and basketball, golf was meant to be a challenge. golf keeps you balanced, his dad says. forces you to try and try again until you're sick swinging your arms around, but in the long run, you'll improve.

camp was boring at first, he won't lie. but then he met you.

you were here for different reasons— a rising prodigy in golf, a legacy already guaranteed by your skills alone. you were only 15 at the time, yet already considered a future GOAT. despite all the whispers and pressure, you didn't break. never let anyone see you fall. the first one at the range, practicing for hours on end, practically glued to your golf club. austin wasn't jealous of your skill, far from it. he understood the hype the moment you arrived, didn't need any more convincing. if it wasn't from the way you exuded dominance, then it was your skill. he was entranced by the way your face looked when focused, eyes sharp enough to kill, with the perfect posture, your swing controlled and precise.

but regardless of how austin noticed your presence, it was like he was invisible to you. well, everyone was. you wouldn't let anyone distract you from your goals. you weren't here to make friends. the only time you ever talked to him was in passing or asking him for a simple favor. even years later, austin didn't forget you. he wasn't obsessed or anything, no. he simply wanted to see your progress. after all, the whispers were right.

you rose through the ranks like it was nothing, win after win, working hard to fulfill the prophecy laid out for you.

but before the world could fully cement your place in golf, before you could really savor the taste of what it meant to be great, you career ended in seconds. suddenly, the music you were listening to turned into shrill sirens, red and blue surrounding you. it was all a blur, from the murmurs of the first responders to state of your totaled car.

it wasn't your fault. a reckless driver, drunk off his ass, speeding past a red light and hitting your car in the process.

"are you awake? hello? how do you feel?"

what you felt— or what you couldn't feel— was your wrist.

you didn't have to listen to what the doctor had to say, the look on his face said it for him. a severe wrist fracture.

and that was all it took to dethrone you.

you love golf. sometimes, you like to think golf loved you just as much, if not even more. it's a silly thought, but it's the only one that brings you comfort. better than the ones who call you "wasted potential" or "the princess who never became queen". you've degraded yourself to a mentor now, helping people become close to what you used to be. it's not bad, actually, having a purpose once again feels good.

it’s good enough. it'll never be the same as playing, but oh well. there's nothing you can do about that, right?

you look at your watch— 3:02 p.m. 2 minutes after you were supposed to start today’s session.

he's late, again.

the new pain in your ass, austin reaves, is your new student. your only student, matter of fact. he's the only one who can handle your teaching style. you remember him as the cute, country sounding nerd from arkansas. back then, his game was decent, but when he reached out for help years later, it was like the skills he learned had vanished.

he wanted you, out of all people, to teach him what he forgot.

he likes the push you give— wants you to be hard on him, to hold him accountable, to make him better. you didn't understand why. he still has another sport to go home to at the end of the day, one who takes up much more of his time than golf.

austin's willing to be molded into your image of a perfect golfer. every move he makes, he looks back at you, eyes asking, "was that okay?"

whether it’s praise or criticism— austin soaks your words up, like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, and in return, he gives results. you like to say he’s the best student you ever had. not out loud, though.

you catch the soft hum of a golf cart approaching— low and steady, the familiar "rrrrr" noise cutting through your thoughts. finally, he's here. his tour bag’s propped in the back of the golf cart, swaying slightly as he pulls up and parks a few feet away from you. without hesitation, he grabs his bag and jogs over, face flushed, hair a mess— he clearly rushed over here.

you’ll have to cuss him out about being on time later.

there's a sharper edge to you today— more pissed off than usual, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by austin. maybe it’s because he was late, maybe it’s undeserved anger built from the day you lost it all. whatever the reason, the look in your eyes stings more than any words. you're looking at him like a failure and it eats away at his core.

"again," you mutter, harshly. austin breaks out of his stance, setting his arms back down. he's exhausted, maybe nearing his limit, but you continue on anyway. his swing’s gotten sloppy, and he still hasn’t made the correction. he sets another ball on the tee, casting a quick glance your way. body settling in, feet planted, arms raised, breath held—

"stop." austin holds his pose. "what's wrong with your stance?"

"...i don’t know."

you sigh and roll your eyes, not even trying to hide your exasperation as you step toward him. the grass crunches lightly under your feet, hand landing on his shoulder. "you’re stiff," you say, your voice quieter now, but still with the same bite. “too stiff. you’ve got to relax, alright?” your gaze travels down, scanning his body until it catches the problem. "and your knees aren't bent. how many fucking times do i have to remind you?"

"sorry coach." it's a more than an apology, a plea for you to have mercy on him. you're already starting up and austin knows it won't end soon. you pull away from his shoulder, backing up to observe him. "sorry won't change that sorry ass stance. fix it and try again." you say. it's quick, barely noticeable, but austin falters.

you wait to hear the crack from the club hitting the ball. it doesn't come.

instead, austin drops the club completely, the loud thud of the club hitting the ground, sound echoing through the air. "i said try again." but austin doesn't make a move to pick it up. he ignores your demand, walking towards you, his expression mirroring yours. he's pissed.

"what’s wrong with you?"

"excuse me?"

"you heard me. what’s goin’ on?" silence fills the air. you don't know what to say back. austin's never stood up for himself like this— often taking the brunt of your harshness without a single complaint. what's even worse is, you can't give him a real answer.

you can't say you're still bitter about what happened to you. bitter that your entire future, wasted because of someone else's poor decision. it should be you practicing your swing, winning tournaments, and making a name for yourself. austin could be great too, but golf is "just a hobby" to him. golf was your life, it still is. he can play whenever he wants for fun, while you can't grip a golf club without your wrist aching.

it's not fair.

but instead, you say, "what are you talking about?"

"don’t bullshit me." he steps forward, voice low as he closes the last bit of space between you, his shadow overtaking your figure. austin lowers his head slightly, tilting it just enough to catch your eyes under the brim of your cap. the eye contact is intense, the both of you refusing to back down as your emotions clash. "y’know, i’ve dealt with your attitude since day one. i never complain. i don’t talk back. i treat you with respect. but still, you treat me like i’m shit."

"i thought you were okay with the way i teach you. if you can’t handle it—"

but austin continues on, cutting you off. "oh, i can handle it. don’t get me wrong, i like the way you teach. but there’s a fine line between bein’ strict and straight up rude. so again— what’s your problem?"

you say nothing. your insecurities sit too deep inside of you, buried under layers of pride and fear— your lips part like you might speak, but no words come out. "won’t talk?" austin watches you carefully, scanning your eyes as if they'll reveal the truth themselves, but you're not budging. he scoffs. guess you'll be stubborn about this.

"that’s fine by me. i’ll jus’ have to get it out of you another way."

"austin."

"shut up. all you ever do is run your mouth. it’s my turn." you press your lips into a tight line, while the corner of his mouth curves upward. a smile not filled with amusement, but with satisfaction. good girl, he thinks. "now you listen to me good n’ well." his finger points at the golf cart behind you.

"i’m gonna fuck you right here, in this cart. better tell me now if you want me to stop."

austin expected you to yell at him. call him crazy and delusional for even thinking you’d consider doing something so dirty with him in public, in the same country club you frequent often. if you were to get caught— your reputation would be done for.

your conflicted look isn’t lost on him. but then, you nod.

"don’t stop." you whisper. you don’t have to tell him twice. he grabs your arm swiftly, dragging you over to the cart. despite his tight grip, he lays you down gently on the front seats, making sure you don't hit the handles, lowering himself to catch your lips into a kiss. austin says a quick thank you to god in his head, glad a bunch of trees are covering the two of you from any nosy bystanders.

his lips and hands are everywhere all at once— your thighs, breasts, hips, and neck, working together to bring you to pleasure. it’s not long until austin’s sick of how covered you are, unbuttoning your polo and throwing it off your body. your skirt, bra, and panties are next to go, and once you’re bare underneath him, austin’s breath hitches. "you’re so gorgeous," he mumbles, distracted by your beauty. "too bad you’re so mean to me, hm?"

"i’m sorry."

"sorry won’t fix that sorry ass attitude. remember?" you glare at him and he snickers. you realize you don’t have that power anymore, to boss him around. austin’s in control and as a way of making it up to him, you’ll let him have it. just this once. after pulling his shirt over his head, austin goes back down to start trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck. he nips at your skin, eliciting a soft whimper from your throat. as much as austin wants to ravish every inch of your body, the longer he takes, the more likely you’ll get caught. he doesn’t want to be banned at the club (or arrested) for public indecency.

when he makes it past your stomach, austin can’t help but smirk. acting like you couldn’t stand him, when all this time you were soaked. a finger goes in to dive between your lips, letting him in with no resistance. one finger becomes two, pushing in and out, making you moan loudly. your fingers grab onto the plush seats of the cart, trying your best to keep your composure.

the heat inside of you builds and builds, until austin stops, pulling away.

you whine at the loss of contact, but austin chuckles at your neediness. "don’t worry, m' not done just yet." he says, unbuckling his belt. he unzips his pants quickly, pushing them down to his ankles. with a swift tug of his cock, he buries himself inside with a swift thrust. he sighs in relief, throwing his head back.

you feel like heaven. he’s addicted and barely even got a full taste of it all. "been wantin' to fuck you since we met again." hands gripped the handles of the cart, fingers curled tight around the warm metal, as he thrusts his hips into you.

"if i had known it was gonna be this good, i would’ve made a move the first day." you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping somehow, blocking out the world will make austin's voice disappear. but it doesn’t work— each one finds their way into your head. you feel the heat rise inside, spreading through your chest, your body betraying you with every breath. a raw, burning want cuts through your attempts to hold back. you want him. desperately. your body is already giving in before your head can make it's mind up. "how does it feel, baby?"

so good, you think, but you settle for another moan instead.

"these strokes good enough for you? not too stiff?"

"fuck— fuck you, austin."

"you are, right now." his smirk is devious, practically getting off to the thought of finally putting you in your place. "funny how you're not telling me off anymore." he drives the point in when he changes the pace of his thrusts, slowing it down just for you. his cock enters in slow, but deep, hand running down the small bulge poking through your tummy. "i bet you love this." you mewl when he presses down, "maybe that’s what i'll do now, fuck you stupid when you get too smart."

you don't dignify him with a response— but your pussy does. the way it's squelching around him, covering his dick with your slick. "because i'm the only one who makes you feel this good."

"y— you sure about that?" austin laughs again, dismissing your words. he doesn’t take you seriously— not in the way you want him to. you said it to hurt him, a desperate attempt to get back some control. he knows better. you’ve told him before, "i don't have time for relationships." you’ve never been the type who gets around either, not like he does, at least. "with how you're stutterin'? you won't want anyone else after today."

"i'll be the only man bendin' you over," he murmurs, saying it like it's a promise. he sees you struggling, head thrown back against the seats. "you're close aren't ya?" your pulse quickens, and that familiar pressure coils low in your stomach. "cum all over this cock, sweatheart." his fingers quickly find your clit, rubbing relentlessly.

"let go for me." you try to hold it off, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he single-handedly wrecked you so quickly, but the pace of his thrusts combined with his fingers are overwhelming. that's all it takes for your orgasm to hit you violently, juices squirting around his cock. austin hisses at the sudden feeling of your pussy clenching around him, suddenly gripping him like a vice.

with every ounce of energy you can muster, you wrap your legs around his waist. legs locked around him, his body against yours leaving nowhere else to go but deeper, closer. austin freezes as if he's been caught off guard, but gathers himself quickly. hunched over like an animal, he says against your throat, "where d'ya want it? inside?" a warning that he was close.

"yes, yes, yes! please, austin."

"you wanna risk it? might knock you up, make you a mommy."

"i don’t care—ah! anymore! please!" in an instant, the warmth of his cum floods your insides, thrusts faltering as he drives into you in one fluid motion, all the way to the hilt. your pants fill his ear, his head pressed into the crook of your neck. you can feel the faint beat of his pulse against your chest, hearts beating together.

you try to savor this moment of silence, try to pretend austin's cum isn't dripping out of you. he's still your annoying ass student, the same one who didn't fuck the shit out of you a few seconds ago. you definitely don't have any feelings for him either, oh god no.

"we might have to look at baby golf shoes. y'know, just in case." he says, pressing a teasing kiss to your shoulder. "ugh, shut up." you snap, making him laugh all over again. yup, still annoying. he lifts himself away, looking for your clothes sprawled across the grass. "did you forget plan b exists?"

"still sassin' me, huh?" he smirks. "you didn’t learn a thing."

[elainsgirl]

Saw a couple Feysand stans send you anons and thought I'd join in, as a Feysand stan who has given up in engaging with this fandom because its so filled with people who don't even like the books, think the OG trilogy don't matter, and have elevated certain side characters to deity status and expect BB, sjm and the whole fandom to fall to their knees in agreement. You'd think ACOSF wasn't about Nesta but about Gw*n the almighty, wielding Made weapons alongside Cass and Az. You'd think it was Gw*n that saved all of Prythian and was give the powers of all seven courts. And you'd think it was Gw*n that was like the sun itself and had the spymaster all desperate and pathetic on his knees. Somehow, they've turned her into Nesta, Feyre and Elain all at once (because deep down they know who the story is about). Seriously, just let the girl cut her ribbon and chill in her library in peace!

I am so glad that neither BB nor SJM give a damn about what a few thousand (if even that) active people in a toxic fandom has to say about a book series that has sold about a dozen million copies and has been translated into nearly 40 languages. Sometimes I just think this fandom needs to get over itself (not referring to any individuals here, there are so many reasonable people here too!).

Acotar is a decade in the making. I am so glad that a peak in fandom craziness in 2021 and onwards of people who dislike the OG trilogy and most the characters has no bearing on where BB is spending their money, which is on the story Sarah is telling. And which millions of people actually like. And which is about characters she loves and which will always be based on the OG trilogy. And which obviously is heading to Elain and Azriel next.

Seriously, I don't understand how you Elriels can stand arguing with people who think three platonic interactions and a line in a bonus chapter erase several books of Elriel. Perhaps you've been surrounded by this for so long that to you, it doesn't seem as silly as it is. But it looks like a clown show from the outside. Not Elriels, but I mean, the anti Elriels make so little sense, and yet people argue with them as if their arguments are worth that. They're not. It's honestly so ridiculous it's not worthy of more than a raised eyebrow, Azriel style. It blows my mind the lengths people go to willingly delude themselves and then demand others to treat their fabrications with respect. And it also blows my mind that people actually treat their fabrications as if they're worthy of being met with serious arguments. I'd just go "nice headcanon" and move on. But that is probably easy for me to say when I'm not surrounded by it. I'm happy for you all that it'll be over soon at least.

Congratulations in advance on that announcement by the way, because it's been coming since that first dinner when Elain nearly stabbed Cassian with a fork and Azriel went that's my girl and probably nearly came in his pants. I was hooked on Feysand the whole series but saw Elriel coming a mile away (thought they made more narrative sense than Nessian even, and I love Nessian).

Oh and happy Elriel month in advance too. I'll be lurking the Elriel tag for all that sexy sexy fanart you always come up with. I gotta give it to the elriels, you have the best fanart. I can totally see why Feyre finds Elain and Azriel so aesthetically pleasing. I'm hyperventilating just thinking about them. 🌸🦇

Hello 🫶

Yeah, its why I stopped posting on TikTok. It was such a negative place for people that liked the OG series, OG characters, feysand etc. Its filled with the hardcore Nesta/Anti IC stans that think the valkryies are the new IT group and the following books will focus on them and acosf is the only important book and the previous books were trash, it can honestly get so draining.

Right? The gwynification of the fandom has given Gwyn so much importance, its crazy. Its like everything is about Gwyn and how she’ll do all of these crazy side quests and become besties and a family member to the IC and be the best gf towards Azriel. Its so hard to remember sometimes she’s just nesta’s best friend who Mass didn’t consider relevant enough to include in the OG series or even acofas the bridge between the two series…books where Mass has left clues for the upcoming books. Her stans have rlly inflated Gwyns importance all because she showed up for a few pages in one limited edition bonus. Its like the ending of acosf doesn’t even matter to gwynriels, they’ve forgotten the main purpose of the series which is the Archeron Sisters. They are the centre of the acotar universe and everything will come back to them…its why Nesta plays such a huge role in a gwynriel book because even they know Gwyn nor Az are as important as THE archeron family. You’re so right in saying that they’ve turned Gwyn into a mix of all the sisters. Honestly, she’s the perfect character to self-insert with which is what has happened. And in canon, Gwyn just wanted to be a valkryie and heal, making friends. All things she has accomplished.

certain people in this fandon do need to get over themselves, old news sure - but it speaks volume that *those* people had the audacity to think they’re important/right over the literal publishers of the series, arguing with them…over what’s literally written in the books therefore canon. Like. Just imagine actually sitting there and picking a fight with THE publishing house for ACOTAR. It goes to show their attitude and how terrible it is - im so glad BB disnt give into their tamtrums and instead made a funny reel having a dig at them. BB’s silence from the fandom has allowed it to become as toxic as it is but looking at how antis are behaving, I understand now why they’ve been so silent until it was time for the announcement (hopefully).

Yes! Acotar became so famous and loved BECAUSE of the OG characters. It wad because of Feyre and Rhys - their love story and found family including Nesta and Elain. That is where the money lies, what majority of the people want. The story was always going to revolve around the OG cast with new characters playing small roles. And right now, looking at everything together- its very clear the next story is elriels.

honestly I also don’t know how we’ve managed to survive 4 years of antis telling us 3 pages of a limited edition bonus + a few platonic interactions outweight the countless elriel scenes and foreshadowing which started early as acomaf. It sounds so ridiculous when you put it this way - elriels are literally arguing with people who are going off on assumptions and misinterpretation. But since gwynriels and eluciens are the most popular ships - their nonsense outweighs elriels sense because bottom line is - elriel were never popular in the fandom. People didnt like them together and elucien/gwynriel have given alternatives. In my experience, most elucien/gwynriel stans dont even care about their ships particularly, they just dont want elriel. And it all comes down to: 1) not liking Elain and believing Az deserves better and 2) wanting Lucien to get his mate so he can be happy forever

You know when something is so ridiculous that to you its silly but then you see others and they’re agreeing with it, I think it makes you doubt yourself but also it can be irritating that people are willingly being unfair and obtuse when it comes to elriel that even though you know what they’re saying is absolutely stupid and as you said, deserves nothing more then an eye brow raise - Az style, you can’t hell but answer with logic hoping they see the light but they dont and you’re just left feeling confused and even more irritated because how can someone be that….delusional to put it in a polite way. I think that is how most elriels feel, we know what they say isnt worth our time but refute it anyway hoping that maybe one day they’ll see logic. However, I will say that I’ve seen less elriels argue w antis over their takes because 4 years later and with an announcement looming so close, its just not worth it anymore. Everyone’s picked their ships, no minds are getting changed so save the energy.

Thank you! That moment made me smile so hard because it was so cute, that whole dinner was just Elriel overload. I totally gt the people that shipped them from the moment they appeared on page - I think it was pretty obvious. Especially when you had the main character shipping them two 🤭

hope you enjoy elriel month with us anon, I have a feeling this one will be the best one yet with lots of participation from everyone. Down to hot fanarts and heartfet fics, aesthetic moodboards and hilarious HCs. I also can’t wait to see all the elriel content we are going to be blessed with this fine May, Feyre is so relatable because Im also always smiling at the thought of how beautiful elriel look together - elriel commissioners and fanartists always do the twi justice. Feyre would definitely be proud (and have all the fanart of her favourite couple hung up)

[drama-glob]

(Once again, long day yesterday so I know a lot of stuff has been online for over 12hrs now, but oh well ;) ).

Yes yes yes to the news that we'll get a new short near the end of June and it's a father-daughter mission! ^_^ It'll be sweet to see more of how Blitz and Loona interact in this one, especially since Loona caved to the idea of the host getting to see his kids one last time before he died, so she was definitely showing some empathy for kids wanting to see their parents before they're gone. Blitz being dressed as a kid is honestly hilarious though and I'm here for it. XD XD XD It'd be funny too if these were the orphans Blitz was referring to in the "Mastermind" episode, but I know the pilot has a reference to it as well, so that's still the more likely of the two.

Of course, the main excitement came from everyone getting to come out on stage and I absolutely love that Alex got to introduce James (using his Fizz voice of course ;) ) and the two met on stage to hug, which turned into James spinning Alex around and I tell you, we went wild for that! ^_^<3<3<3

They got to talking about how James and Viv met one day after seeing him perform in "Aladdin" on Broadway and how he's a big animation fan, so he'd be up to voice anytime she asked. He said he got to do the big lizard in the "Hazbin Hotel" pilot and then from there got to later come on as Asmodeus for "Helluva Boss." He also mentioned how when he was recording "House of Asmodeus" in his dressing room (I think) and he saw that Richard Horvitz was on the call, he went into the closet and screamed like a little bitch because Billy from "The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy" was there, and then returned to record the song. XD XD XD I don't blame him though since I was geeking out meeting Richard myself. ;) I also laughed that since "Helluva Boss" is coming to Amazon Prime, it got brought up what curse words they were happy to say without being censored, and all Alex wanted was for them to show FP of Fizz and Ozzie!!! XD XD XD He even got us in the crowd to chant it! XD XD XD I absolutely love though seeing Alex and James show so much physical affection like Alex laying his head on James's shoulder and James bring Alex in for a hug. ^_^ It was really sweet, wholesome and it even got said how much he loves his friend. ^_^<3<3<3

I love that there were several questions for James and I too hope that we get to see Ozzie whoop Mammon's ass because he is right that Ozzie has something worth fighting for while Mammon doesn't. ;) I also love James mentioning how with Fizz, he gets to just be himself, that he doesn't have to be the Embodiment of Lust or put on any royal air, and that for sure is one of the things I've been saying about why Ozzie is lucky to have found Fizz and not just Fizz being lucky to have Ozzie. ^_^<3<3<3

Alex was talking about how happy and healthy Fizz is now to be free of Mammon and that's why he enjoyed seeing Fizz in his "Full Moon" attire, but he said we had no reason to trust him when it came to what we could expect in season three, but I'm still hopeful that we'll see Fizz continue to fight/stand up for his happy life with Ozzie. ^_^

They then got asked about how they'd spend the day with their character with predictably sex being involved for most of their responses. XD XD XD Alex mentioned going to an amusement park with Fizz, having Olive Garden and then fisting XD.

James said they'd hit Broadway (and see any of the shows he's in ;) ), Red Lobster afterwards, do some karaoke with R&B as the likely picks, and then sex. ;)

Bryce said he and Stolas would have a theme day and the theme was therapy, which was retail therapy, going to the spa and have Stolas get preened, having a nice dinner, and then see where the rest of the night went (I think). What was really funny though was that Bryce looked over at Brandon and was saying that he didn't need to do anything too expensive/fancy for Stolas given his current food situation with Blitz and Brandon was just so insulted on behave of Blitz, saying the whole panel is turning against me and others being like "We know what you did." XD (I think that was the part where James and Alex defended "Stolas" by saying he put in effort/showed that he cared and Alex just flipped a couple birds at Brandon, but that may have been earlier :/).

Erica said she wanted Loona to be in her full demon form and go riding on her like we saw Blitz in "Sinsmas" because she said she's a horse girl and thought that'd be a great experience. ^_^

Richard wanted to have a champagne brunch with Moxxie, then go see "Hamilton," only to be kicked out for singing along with the opening number and he even started singing some of along with the audience. ^_^ He also mentioned going to do karaoke with Ozzie and James, so if someone doesn't draw that, I will because I think that's great that they'd get along after the whole "Ozzie's" incident. ^_^ He then would try to see "Phantom of the Opera" but find it was closed, so the two of them would sing it to themselves, then come home to Millie. ;)

Vivian mentioned going on a hunting trip with her family and Millie in a cabin (I think), getting to have a nice relaxing time, eating what they caught, teaching Millie to cook, and then get in bed with Moxxie; the funny part came though with Vivian saying she'd be with Moxxie when she meant Millie, so whoops on mixing up whether she's supposed to be herself or Millie. XD

Brandon talked about buying a bunch of fireworks and setting them off in a cheese factory, liberating all the cows there. I believe he said they'd have sex afterward, but that's no surprise. ;) Brandon also said he was "holesome" with a capital "H" at some point and that got me laughing. XD XD XD

I sadly didn't get to ask my question, but as you can see I was really close...almost as close as the cast was so they could hear the questions better. ;)

Overall, just such a wonderful time and I hope to make it to the last panel today! ^_^<3<3<3

[kusagrasskusa]

Jeff the Killer X Reader - “2008”

It’s the anniversery of the incident. The people come together in sorrow for the lives lost. It snowed that day.

In the mist of the snow, she saw him.

Randy, Keith and Troy were three boys who made Jeff what he is. They beat him, bleached him, set him on fire, and go away with it.

“Oh, I remember the day they moved in,” her grandma spoke lowly, “I knew they were trouble. Shame they did it here, and not some other town.”

A few listeners nodded in unison, some with hands folded neatly in front of them and others hugging one another. Everyone was dressed in black in respect for their dead loved ones. Framed pictures decorated nearly every table in the townshall, with an overbundance of flowers in every corner, nook and cranny. Handwritten letters were dropped into several boxes for the grieving families who lost someone in the incident. The incident in which the town will be forever changed by.

However, the boy majorly involved in said incident was nowhere to be seen. Not a single photo of him alone, or letter, or acknowlegement in his name in this memorial event. Of course, why would a raging serial killer be given a sort of gratitude or positive acknowlegement? After all, his family was too new to the town to be beloved by many people. Thus, their deaths weren’t nearly as impactful as those of the boys who were murdered by this serial killer.

However, there was one photo framed on a table. The flowers and letters given to the Woods family table was a mere fraction of those given to the others- however, it gained much attraction. The family photo taken right before the boy went crazy was the big centerpiece of the table. He was only 17, his birthday just passing by at the time. Him and his brother looked an awful lot alike, although… Jeffery’s eyes were darker. More “unfocused” you can say. Not as in high, but rather in that there was something else he was focusing on- deep inside his head.

She stared at that photo for a hot minute.

“Y/N baby, what are you looking at?”

Startled, she turn to her grandmother who walked over to see where she was looking. “Still thinking about that… boy?” Y/N thinned her lips, pulling her sleeves down past her wrists as a chill went down her spine at the mentioning of the killer. She shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to reply. Of course, she thought bitterly, having not a day go by without his name in her mind. Her grandmother gave her an unenthuisatsic look before sighing; “you need to let that monster go. Look at what he did to your brother. I don’t want my grandbaby to see the demon who ruined her life. We outta get going before it snows, anyway.”

Ruined her life, Y/N repeated in her head as her grandma wrapped her arm around her to pull her away. That’s one way to put it. A sour taste was left in her mouth as they moved away from the table. But, although she wouldn’t say it, she didn’t want to walk away just yet. She wasn’t sure if the face of her brother’s killer was fully fermented in her mind.

She didn’t want to forget what he looked like.

After all, being able to acknowlege the man who changed her life was hard to find. No consequence, no tension at the mentioning, and no sensitive hearts being broken. Especially since the people of the town of her relationship with him. Everyone knew how close they were; best friends, always together. The looks and side eyes the families of who Jeffery murdered would be overwhelming at times, since people like to hate her by association. As if she didn’t love her brother and wanted her best friend to murder him. She lost everything when it happened: her friends, some family, and beyond all was herself.

…

About 20 minutes passed. Y/N was back home- in her room, where almost nothing changed aside from the clealiness. The organization she once had was harder to keep up on. In the past, her brother making a mess of her room because he was an asshole gave her a reason to clean it; now, she’d rather it look like it he had touched it last. It made her feel less lonely sometimes.

Y/N sighed as she took off her heels and black dress, switching into something comfortable to sleep in. Her band tee loosly fell off her shoulder, with her hair following suit as she removed her hair clip. She stared at herself in the mirror: the dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and the paleness of her face after a year staying indoors. All the little imperfections and impurities. She wasn’t murdered, but in a way, she was. At least internally.

Pain followed every thought, mention, dream, voice, appearance, memory, story, and more of the incident. It hurt. She hurt.

Then, the reflection of her window in the mirror caught her eye. It was the heavy snow falling despite the fall season. The twinkling white flakes outside made her think: when it snowed this day last year in 2008, white became his color.

Her brother Randy was murdered by Jeffery. Brutally murdered. A hideous grin was slit into his brother’s face and stomach, then his hair was set on fire. Jeffery stuffed Randy’s stomach with some cloth and paper then set on fire. The smell of smoke and bloody iron woke her up that night, then her mother’s scream nearly put everyone else in shock. She’ll never forget that night.

But, there was another reason to remember that night as well.

She visited his home that day after he got out of the hospital. They were close friends and, although she never told him, her feelings for him grew more everyday. But, what she saw when his mother invited her in… wasn’t Jeff.

“Y/N!” the man as white as snow exclaimed in both excitement and shock as he turned over on the couch to face her. Of course he saw it: the way her eyes widened and her smile dropped. Her stomach churned as she looked back at him… or what was supposedly him. His black shirt and pants complimented his black hair and the dark circles around his eyes. And the whiteness of his skin made the darkness pop out, although he had a few tiny red spots where he was burned on his arms and face. Then finally, his piercing blue eyes cut through her like a blade. It was Jeff’s body, but… it wasn’t truly Jeff.

He stood up from the couch in haste, quickly wrapping his arms around her smaller form. She hugged back gently, her expression unwavering. He was acting eratic- twitching slitghly and breathing heavy. His grip was tight and fierce, and his back muslces were strangely tense. He stood over with staggering height as he pulled away, his smile wide and gleaming. He took her hands in his and said, “look at me! What’d you think, huh? Huh? Pretty, ain’t I?”

“J-Jeffery, you, I,” Y/N stuttered, “It… suits you. You look good in white.” Her voice shuddered with uncertainty, but he perhaps he didn’t notice or care. He just chuckled.

“Yeah… It does. I still feel the burning under my skin but- I love it! I love what I am now, Y/N,” he said in a raspy whisper- intense and passionate. “Wanna see what else I got? A pretty lil’ “get well soon” gift. C’mon… Lemme show you!” He gripped her hand tightly as he guided her through his home, up the stairs then into his room as he had many times before. Only this time, she wasn’t… comfortable.

“The two are from Japan,” Jeff explained as he spun the blades from between his fingers delicately like they were glass. Y/N offered a weak smile, her gaze drifting blade to blade as she swung her legs gently on Jeff’s bed. He sat next to her with an open box of blades by his side. He spoke about being good with aiming throwing knives but never a facination like this.

“Oh, that’s sick,” Y/N muttered softly. A particular blade caught her eye- it’s red hint made it different from the rest. Shereached her arm across him to point at a particular knife. “This one looks— Ow! Jeff, Jeff!—“

“Don’t you fucking touch it!—“ Jeff gripped her wrist with strong force, causing her to gasp and grab onto his hand. He sharply turned his body and leaned in close, his face scrunched into a scowl. Y/N whispered frantic apologies, having never been in this position before. He’s never acted this way before. The staring match between them lasted for a moment, until he broke it by looking down onto her lips. Then, he let go.

Despite the extreme discomfort that lingered at that moment… The memory always put butterflies in her stomach and make her heart flutter. Maybe she was just attracted to the strength he had, or the muscles that flexed on his arm, or the way he looked at her lips… Her feelings were only for the features of the man surely. Not the crazy serial killer specifically. “Oh my gosh…” she whined, covering her hands over her eyes. “Can I go a fucking day without thinking about it? And now it’s snowing when I had plans for—”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she looked out the window. Despite the grey fogginess of the outside, the moonlight revealed the whole area. The ground and trees were quickly piling up with snow. It was pretty snow- thick and good for making snowmen. However the pretty snow blankets were disturbed by something when she wasn’t looking, as evidence with the foot prints leading up to the house. They lived in a slightly remote area without many neighbors or trespassers.

“That’s weird,” she said with uncertainty as she stared. “…I’m too tired to worry about this,” she huffed and pulled her curtain over the window. Maybe her grandma left something in the backyard and went back to get it. With a yawn and a stretch, she spun around on her heel and flopped onto her bed, pushing off the pile of clothes onto the floor in the process.

Sleep took over instantly. She even forgot to turn off the lamp.

…

Drrrrrftt…

A loud shuffling shocked her ears, waking her instantly. Y/N lifted her head up and looked around, wondering what had happened as her heart pounded frantically. “What the…” she muttered groggily, slowly sitting up on the bed. It was too dark to see the room aside from the little clock on her beside with the flashing numbeers of 3:02 in the morning. She sighed, still needing to shower and get ready for bed.

She pushed her legs off the the side of the bed, rubbing her eye with one hand as the other reached for her lamp to turn it on.

Then she stopped. Dead in her tracks. And slowly moved her eyes upwards.

A tall, black figure stood slightly hunched in front of her window. It was almost too hard to see, but with the moonlight softly shining thorugh her curtains creating a ring around the figure, it was impossible to miss. It didn’t move. Even as it knew she saw it.

Her lip quivered as she stared with wide eyes. Fearful eyes. She couldn’t breathe. All she could do was, with a shakey hand, turn the nob on her lamp to turn on the light with a satisfying click. Only… the light never came on. She turned the nob again. Nothing. The figure cocked his head.

Her breathing grew louder as chills ran up her spine. Her unfocused eyes scanned down by the outlet saw the wire wasn’t just unplugged, but the plug was cut off. As well as the charger to her 2004 Motorola flip phone. Her phone wasn’t even on her nightstand. She took one last look at the figure… then she used her arms to swiftly move backwards on her bed, towards her door.

The figure moved in haste, jumping onto the bed and grabbing her legs to pull her towards him. She screamed, trying to propell onto the other side of the bed while kicking at him. But the figure was just too strong, gripping her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed before he got on top. He put a leathery hand on her mouth, her struggling with all her might being futile. He was just too strong. He was just too big compared to her.

Then, the thin coldness pressed firmly against her neck. It halted all movement aside from her rapid breathing and flowing tears. The light of the moon dimly casted on the face of the man. A face shape she used to recognize- only, in just one year’s time, the face had lost its boyishness. It was more sharp, more mature, and… distorted. A wide grin was cut into the flesh, and the cast lights of the blue eyes were faint.

And the knife on her neck glimmered.

The figure leaned in close to her ear, his body weighing heavily on her as he shifted into a straddling position.

“Y/N… Long time… No see.”

Her breath hitched as he moved his face closer to hers. Her heart was beating so rapidly as his hand moved from her mouth and onto her cheek. Her arms laid helplessly onto the bed. She shut her eyes tightly, tears pouring out faster than ever. That voice, she thought. It’s his voice. He dug his finger into her cheek, making her whince in pain. “Mmm… Look at me. Open your fucking eyes. Tell me you missed this face.”

Her eyes fluttered open, her face shifting to show the hurt she felt as she looked into his eyes. “Jeffery, you’re…” a sniffle and choke cut her off, before she weakly continued, “why’d you… Why, Jeffery?”

A low chuckle escaped his throat, “I missed you, Y/N, every damn second.” His thumb trailed the tears that flowed freely on her face, then dragging up to her eye then her shakey lips. He tapped his thumb against her lips gently. “I’ve thought about those pretty lil’ lips every damn day. I just wanna devour you- rip you away from this place, ravage you ‘til there’s nothin’ left but my imprints.” Jeff smiled widely, looking up and down Y/N like an animal. Her eyebrows furrowed as she listened, unsure of what he meant exactly. What the fuck was he on about?

“I’m not letting the fuckers in this town ruin you. A sweet little thing like you… You’re mine. Hear me? Mine.”

“Jeff, I-I don’t understand,” she sniffed, blinking away the tears the best she could. “I don’t wanna die, Jeff. I don’t wanna l-leave my mom and my family and—“

Jeff shushed her- leaning in close to her face once more and chuckling lowly.

“Y/N, baby… You got no one left to worry ‘bout now. They’re gone. Done.”

The ice coldness ran down her back. Her heart skipped a beat.

“You belong with me now. Only me. I’ll take care of you the way no one else fucking could.”

He leaned down and kissed her flowing tears. She turned her head, avoiding his lips- making his grip on her tighten. Her crying only grew louder, making her huff in annoyance.

“I’m all you need now. Nothin’ else matters— and I’m gonna make you believe it.”

[mircsy]

Dont be shy, drop the oiled up Telemachus art

You guys only get this much

the anatomical errors I see in this^ hurt my eyes, but I’m too lazy to correct them

[sysig]

Webkinz collecting fever (Patreon)

[shroomanddoom]

I can be normal about Random Crits in TF2.

[regular-lord-reckoner]

well, i guess i'm as winter storm ready as i can be !

i clocked out of work for a bit to go run the errands i normally do on fridays because tomorrow we're supposed to get a few actual inches of snow (we'll see !!) so that was..... exhausting to do in the middle of a work day (and right before a snowstorm in the south... the traffic....) but it's all done !!

i've gotta work a couple of hours tomorrow because i ended up taking longer than i meant to (mostly because of the traffic) but hopefully i can get up and get that done before there's any possibility of even losing power so fingers crossed !

hope you're safe out there if you're reading this and stay warm/safe if this shit's about to hit you as well !! <3

[arolesbianism]

Thinks oh so hard abt the spiraling upwards clan founders, especially the birchclan founders. Silly lil kitties who's pasts are drenched in blood with the primary regret of not drawing it sooner

[little-alien-thoughts]

hi i have to rant about a VERY SPECIFIC TEACHER *inhales sharply* but i will do it in the tags read at your own discretion etc etc

disclaimer: i love teachers i admire teachers i think they're more important than most other jobs and i would be a teacher when i graduate if the working conditions rn weren't horrible. I don't have anything against most teachers, just this specific one

[melodious-madrigals]

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