#pillow tour 2024

[mopillow]

He Cheng Week 2024

Wait… wait a damn second that’s next week, this is just a preview because I don’t have the time, by the way if you guys are in Florida see you this weekend in… the middle of nowhere, thankful for my job just hoping one of this days they could send me to a nice place, anyway oh yes the preview

So 10 years ago Q looked like this

and He Cheng was close to this

No idea how old is He Tian in this picture but he could be between 3 and 6… He Cheng doesn’t look as muscular as Q he also looks younger…

If you guys live in NY, Arizona and Georgia see you soon, oh Cesena see you next year, I don’t think I know anyone in nowhere but if you guys see me just say hi, I would love to have some coffee with you

[helinyetille]

Schneider being majestic ✨ | Dresden, 19.05.2024 | 🎥

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine Reader watching WICKED 2024 for the first time with the 141.

2 FICS in 1

Camera Guy!Au, Female Reader

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Reader can sing.

Reader! who can sing but the rest of the base has no idea. She hasn't sung in a while until WICKED came out. Now she has to refrain from belting out the songs in the common showers.

Reader! who hums in the common room and sings quietly in her room. (Ghost can hear her.) Ghost who makes a note of this and gets prime video just for no reason. (Yes it's so she can watch WICKED over and over again.)

Reader! who thanks him with excited rambling before shutting up with an embarrassed smile.

‘I uh, I just really like-’

‘Its okay Sargent. We all have things we like, just like Johnny loves those fluffy shites.’ Ghost shrugs good naturedly.

‘You mean kittens?’ Reader! stifles laughter, not wanting him to take away her password privileges to Ghost's account.

Soap and Gaz who end up joining her to watch. Both arguing that they would be Elphaba but the Price who walks in claims the title of ‘The Elphaba’ of the task force. Gaz and Soap pout and slouch down into the couch while Reader! chuckles.

‘I remember when the broadway show had its first tour.’ Price hums.

‘Okay grandpa it's time fer bed.’ Soap quipps, with a snicker. Earning a pillow to the face for his comment.

Ghost who sits back and watches for the first time. He makes no comment as to whether he likes it or not. However he watched it the whole way through!

Reader! who starts hearing the group humming songs. One day in the common room she hears the melody of defying gravity being hummed and she pops her head in.

Simon, dressed in his basic compression shirt and cargo pants, mask and all humming defying gravity.

Reader! Who quickly whipps out her phone but Simon turns around so she fumbles with it as it clatters to the ground.

Simon (who Reader! can see) ‘s eyes are crinkled at the edges.

‘Bloody good song innit?’ Before taking his cup of steaming tea and heading back to his room.

Reader! Who just stares blankly at the spot he was just in.

‘LT isn't tone deaf?!’ She exclaims.

Or

Reader! who doesn't sing.

Reader! who isnt a singer. She'd never really known about wicked until Gaz and Soap had all but dragged her to the common room for movie night.

Popcorn in hand and a cup of (whatever beverage) in her hand, she sat down.

‘I don't think I'll particularly like it, I'm not too huge on musicals.’ Reader! mumbles, unknowingly about to eat her own words.

After the movie finishes, reader! who is all teary and sniffling,

‘They were such good friends!’

Gaz patting Readers! shoulder in comfort and Soap just handing her tissues. (It didn't help that she was on her period)

‘They sang so well together! It's like they were meant to be!’ She continues sniffiling.

Ghost who just looks on, making a decision to subscribe to Amazon Prime just so they could all watch it again. He could tell she would want to view the movie again next week.

Price who reassures reader !that the movie was only part 1 and that there would be more for her to see next year.

Reader! whos tears slow,

‘You swear?’

‘Yes love, there'll be more.’ He speaks in a soothing slow tone, careful of his words so she doesn't lose it again.

Reader! who sniffs one last time and then wipes her face with a tissue.

‘Can I have a day off so I can go-’

‘Do you wanna go see the movie again at the cinema?’ Kyle nudges her.

‘Ye we can all go together.’ Johnny smiles at the reader, rubbing her knee gently.

‘We have Saturday off.’ Price nods, the plans already solidified in his head.

‘Did you want to go to a sing-along play through?’ Ghost speaks up, voice gravelly as ever.

‘But, would you guys be okay with that? I can't really sing.’ Reader!, whos now embarassed because shes little more aware of the fact that she was crying over a movie. She's now looking at the boys with wide hopeful eyes.

‘Yes of course! I'll go book the tickets online, go drink some water and we can go to bed early okay?’ Kyle rubs her back before getting up off the couch.

They all end up going to the sing along and Reader! swears she hears a low voice that sounds like Ghost singing along.

[kathlare]

quiet chaos

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando enjoy a rare pocket of time together during a late-night tour bus ride.

Wordcount: 1.5 k

Warnings: none

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October 3rd, 2024 - Somewhere around Boston and Baltimore

The low hum of the tour bus engine provided a comforting background noise as Amelie and Lando lay on the plush cushions in the bus’s private room. The room, soft and dimly lit by the warm glow of a small lamp, felt like their little slice of home on the road. The rest of the crew was either asleep or occupied with their own lives, leaving Amelie and Lando in the bubble of their own little world. They were en route to Baltimore after her sold-out show in Boston, but for now, all they needed was each other.

It was late, and the quiet rhythm of the moving bus should’ve made it the perfect time to sleep, but sleep was the last thing either of them could manage.

Lando lay next to Amelie, his head resting against the pillow, but his mind was far from tired. His eyes glanced over at her, watching her with a look of playful amusement as she tried to get comfortable beside him.

—So, Ames,— he started, his voice soft but with a teasing edge, —do you ever stop talking?—

Amelie rolled her eyes, nudging him with her shoulder. —Says the guy who can’t stop talking either, Lan.—

Lando chuckled, the sound low and warm in the quiet of the bus. —Touché,— he said, his smile teasing but affectionate. He shifted slightly on the pillow, bringing his face a little closer to hers. —But seriously, I think you’ve been talking for about an hour straight. What are you even saying?—

Amelie propped herself up on her elbow, turning to face him with a grin. —I’m just saying, Lando, I’m gonna miss the free food on this tour. Like, do you realize how much I’ve eaten in the past month? My wardrobe is gonna need a serious update when I get back to New York.—

Lando smirked. —You’re cute when you complain about food. Also, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re literally always eating. We could be at a gas station, and you’d still find a way to sneak in a snack.—

Amelie laughed, a musical sound that seemed to fill the small room. —It’s a talent, Lan. A gift. You should be proud to witness it.— She took a dramatic pause, glancing down at her hands as if pondering something deep. —Honestly, if I could live off chocolate and tacos, I would. Best combo in the world.—

Lando raised an eyebrow. —Chocolate and tacos? I feel like that’s a very dangerous combination.—

—You just don’t understand the magic of it, Lan,— Amelie teased, leaning in close to poke his chest. —You’ve got to experience it yourself. I’ll make it for you next time we’re in Mexico. I promise it’ll change your life.—

—Maybe you’ll change my life first by not talking about food for five minutes,— Lando retorted, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.

Amelie narrowed her eyes, playfully pretending to be offended. —Excuse me? I am a queen of conversation. If you can’t keep up, I’m happy to find someone who can.—

Lando smirked and shifted so that he was lying on his stomach, resting his chin in his hand and looking at her with that signature grin of his. —Oh, I can keep up, Ames. Believe me. I just like to hear you talk. You’re cute when you’re all passionate about nonsense.—

Amelie’s eyes softened, but she still couldn’t hide the mischievous glint in them. She reached up to ruffle his hair, a lighthearted gesture that spoke volumes about the comfort between them. —You’re impossible, Lan. I’m always right, and you know it.—

—No, you’re not always right,— Lando shot back, a playful edge to his voice. —But I’ll let you think you are, just to keep the peace.—

—Oh really?— Amelie sat up a little straighter, her eyes narrowing in mock disbelief. —I’m not always right? You’ve got some nerve, Norris.—

Before Lando could respond, Amelie was already lunging toward him, and he laughed, dodging her attempt to tickle him. The two of them tumbled around on the cushions, their laughter filling the small, dimly lit space. They were loud, carefree, their laughter echoing like they didn’t have a care in the world. It was a stark contrast to the quiet hum of the bus as it sped down the highway. In that moment, it felt like time had stopped. It was just them.

But then, the door to their private room suddenly opened, and in walked Carla, Amelie’s manager. Carla was a no-nonsense woman, known for her stern attitude when it came to keeping Amelie’s schedule on track, but even she couldn’t hide her amusement as she looked at the two of them sprawled out on the bed, both red-faced and giggling like children.

Carla crossed her arms, standing in the doorway with a raised eyebrow. —Really?— she asked, her voice dripping with mock sternness. —You two should be asleep by now. It’s already past midnight, and you’re supposed to be resting for tomorrow’s travel. Not that I expected anything less from you two.—

Lando, his cheeks flushed from laughter, sat up straight and quickly ran a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down as if that would help him look less guilty. He flashed a sheepish grin at Carla. —Sorry, Carla. We were just… uh… chatting. Didn’t realize we were being so loud.—

Amelie sat up beside him, her grin still wide as she looked over at her manager. —We weren’t that loud, right? We were just having a little… fun.— She raised an eyebrow in a way that made Lando snicker again, but he quickly bit his lip to stifle it.

Carla raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, but the corners of her mouth twitched in amusement. She crossed her arms over her chest. —You two are impossible. I swear, sometimes I wonder if you’re even capable of being quiet for five minutes. You’ve got a whole team to look after and you’re here, being louder than a rock concert. Keep it down, alright? We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, and you two need your rest for tomorrow.—

Lando, now suddenly feeling shy under Carla's direct gaze, glanced over at Amelie for support, his cheeks still pink. He cleared his throat and mumbled, —We’ll be quiet, promise.—

Amelie smirked at him, clearly enjoying the fact that Lando, usually so confident, was now sheepish under Carla’s scolding. —We’ll be good, Carla. No more noise, I swear. Just a little bit of chaos, yeah?—

Carla shook her head with a soft chuckle, but it was clear she was trying not to break into a grin herself. —I’ll believe it when I hear it. But for now, seriously, no more giggling and bouncing around like kids. I’m serious, you two. It’s not funny anymore.—

As soon as Carla turned to leave, her footsteps fading away down the hall, the sound of the door clicking shut echoed in the room. Lando and Amelie looked at each other for a beat, and then, as if on cue, they both burst into giggles, the sound even louder than before.

Amelie clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her laughter, but it was no use. The more she tried to stop, the harder it became. Lando was no help either—his laughter was contagious, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold it in. He leaned back against the cushions, a hand pressed over his face as if that would stop the noise escaping him.

—Lan,— Amelie hissed between giggles, her voice barely a whisper but laced with amusement. —Stop laughing! Carla's gonna kill us.—

Lando peeked at her from between his fingers, his grin impossibly wide. —You started it, Ames. You’re such a bad influence.—

Amelie smacked his arm lightly, her lips twitching with the effort to keep a straight face. —Me? Bad influence? That’s rich coming from the guy who thought it was a good idea to teach me how to swear in every British accent.—

"Well, you needed a proper education," he teased, his voice dropping into an exaggerated Cockney accent. "Can’t have you walkin’ 'round soundin’ all posh, now, can we?"

Amelie stifled a snort, shaking her head at him. —You’re so ridiculous.—

—And you love it,— he quipped, his tone playful but his eyes soft as they met hers. He reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering for just a moment.

—I do,— she admitted, her voice quieter now, more serious. The smile she gave him was smaller but no less genuine. —You make everything more fun, you know that?—

Lando’s expression softened, the teasing edge slipping away. —That’s the goal, isn’t it? Life’s too short to be serious all the time.—

Amelie leaned into his touch, her hand resting lightly on his wrist. —You’re the best kind of chaos, Lan.—

—Back at you, Ames,— he said, his voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, the room was quiet, the laughter fading into a comfortable stillness as they just looked at each other.

But then, true to form, Lando broke the silence with a cheeky grin. —Although, if we’re being honest, you’re probably the loudest person I’ve ever met. I mean, Carla’s right... you’re louder than a rock concert.—

Amelie gasped in mock offense, swatting his arm. —Excuse me! You’re the one who was laughing like a hyena two minutes ago.—

—Was not,— he shot back, though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him.

—Was too,— Amelie countered, her tone playful as she leaned in closer, her face just inches from his. —Admit it, Norris. You’re as loud as I am.—

—Never,— he said with a smirk, his voice dropping to a whisper as his eyes flickered to her lips. —But you’re cute when you’re loud, so I guess I’ll let it slide.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed a soft pink. —You’re impossible.—

—And you love that too,— he teased, his voice teasing but warm as he leaned in to kiss her. It was a soft, sweet kiss, the kind that spoke of how comfortable they were with each other, how easy it was to be together.

When they pulled apart, Amelie rested her forehead against his, her eyes sparkling with mischief. —You know Carla’s gonna yell at us again if she hears us.—

—Let her,— Lando said with a shrug, his grin back in full force. —Worth it to make you laugh.—

Amelie shook her head, her laughter bubbling up again despite herself. —You’re such a troublemaker, Norris.—

—And you’re the one who keeps me out of too much trouble,— he shot back, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. —Guess we make a pretty good team.—

—Yeah, we do,— she said, her voice soft as she rested her head on his chest.

For a while, they stayed like that, the quiet hum of the bus and the steady rhythm of Lando’s heartbeat lulling them into a peaceful silence. But, of course, it didn’t last long.

—Hey, Ames,— Lando said after a few minutes, his voice breaking the quiet.

—Yeah?— she murmured, her eyes half-closed.

—Do you think Carla secretly loves us, or do you think she’s plotting our demise?—

Amelie laughed, her body shaking against his. —Oh, she definitely loves us. She just won’t admit it.—

—Good,— Lando said with a grin, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. —Because I don’t think I could survive being without you."

—You’re stuck with me, Lan,— she said, her voice full of affection. —Forever.—

—Forever sounds pretty good,— he replied, his voice soft but full of meaning.

As they finally settled down, the room grew quiet again, the only sounds the gentle hum of the bus and their steady breathing. And though neither of them said it out loud, they both knew the truth: they were each other’s home, no matter where the road took them.

[kaliforniahigh]

Fluffy request, with a touch of angst maybe 🙈

You and Noah have been together for 2 years but now you're slowly drifting apart for various reasons 🥺 He's always on tour or in the studio, he forgets your birthday and anniversary, when he's home he's tired and quiet, etc etc... Well, on the day of your 3rd anniversary he surprises you with a song he wrote (the acoustic version of Just Pretend). He's always loved you even if he isn't good at expressing it, so he thought the song would be the best way. Fluffy hugs and cuddles after the song and maybe a proposal??

I loove a good flangst. I got a little carried away with this one.

Questioning if Noah still loved you after almost 3 years wasn't on your bingo card for 2024.

You knew he was busy for the most part of the year, so you always tried to work around his schedule and he always helped you out.

But in the past weeks you felt a shift in your relantionship.

You noticed he secluded himself in his studio for longer than normal.

Because of that he is more tired and when he gets home he doesn't give you the attention he usually did. Now he just showers and goes to bed.

You could probably count on one hand the words you exchanged with each other during the day.

And today wasn't any different. You get home tired from work, and decided to just take a bath and make something simple for you to eat.

You knew Noah wasn't going to be home before you hit the pillow anyway. You weren't going to wait up just to have yet another awkward conversation.

You went up to your bedroom, dropped your phone on the nighstand, grabbed your favorite candle and went to have your bath.

You didn't hear the front door opening and Noah ascending the stairs to your bedroom. He could smell your candle burning and decided to not disturb you, figuring you had a bad day at work.

While he was changing into some comfy clothes, he heard your phone ping a couple of times.

He knew he shouldn't do this, but he couldn't help but take a peek. He saw your best friend's name on the screen and a text that shattered his heart.

I'm sorry you're feeling this way, honey. Why don't you ask him if his feelings have changed in these years?

As he finished reading, another one came through.

I'm sure he has an explanation for having been treating you this way.

You think he doesn't love you anymore. And as he thinks to the past couple of weeks, he doesn't blame you.

He walks over to the closet and picks up the ring box he has hiding in there along with his work laptop.

As you finish your bath and get yourself dressed, you go downstairs to make yourself some dinner.

You see Noah sitting on the living room couch, doing something in his laptop.

Great, now he is bringing work home too, you think.

"Hey, why don't you sit down with me? I need to talk to you", he tells you, a nervousness in his voice.

"Before I say anything, I need to show you something. It's a song I've been working on and it means a lot to me that you listen to it"

You nod and a few seconds later the soft strumming of a guitar fills the living room.

Noah's voice is unlike anything you've ever heard from him in a song. You can hear the emotion and vulnerability and it brings tears to your eyes.

Somehow you know he is singing this to you, and your confirmation comes when he stands up from the couch and kneels in the carpet right before you.

"I know I haven't been a good boyfriend latetly. Truth is, after buying this ring for you, my head went down a rabbit hole, with thoughts of losing you and not being a good enough partner that I turned into that without even realizing it. I made you doubt my love for you and that is something I never want to do again. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love and appreciate you, if you would let me. So, will you marry me?"

To say you were in shock was an understatement. You honestly thought he was breaking up with you when he said he needed to talk.

You found yourself nodding and saying yes over and over again. Kneeling with him and engulfing him in your arms.

"Whenever you feel that way, I need you to tell me, because we're gonna work through this together. You don't have to feel caged in inside your own mind, okay?"

After a few seconds, he pulled away and slipped the ring in your finger, and you stayed there, feeling the love you have for each other.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

500 Followers = 500 Words Event: Bang Chan

Just A Few More Days

-> Pairing: Bang Chan x GF!Reader -> Requested by: Anon -> Prompt:  Prompt 08 - “Just a few more days, I promise.”  -> Warnings: None -> Word Count: 555 -> Request: Closed.

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Y/N is lounging comfortably on her bed, her phone in hand as she scrolls through social media, occasionally glancing at the laptop that it sitting open beside her. She can’t help but feel a mix of excitement as she waits for Chan to video call her.  

A little over 15 minutes ago, her boyfriend had sent her a quick message, letting her know that he was back at the hotel and would be taking a quick shower before calling her. She could almost picture him, tired but still energized because of the adrenaline from the concert still coursing through him.  

Y/N tried to assure him that they could video call tomorrow when he had some free time. She knows how demanding his schedule can be, especially while on tour and she wanted him to have some time to relax and unwind. Y/N appreciates his efforts to connect with her despite his busy schedule, and she’s more than willing to be patient. But he assured her that he’ll be fine and that talking to her will help him relax. 

Just as she sets her phone down to grab a late-night snack, she hears the familiar sound of an incoming video call. Her heart skips a beat as she quickly snatches her laptop up and answers the call.  

The moment Chan’s bare face appears on screen, her heart flutters. He looks slightly disheveled, his naturally curly hair tousled and damp from the shower, but his smile is radiant. Even after two years of dating he still manages to make her swoon just by looking at him.  

“Hey, beautiful!” he greets, his voice a little hoarse from a weekend of concerts.  

“Hey! handsome, how’d the concert go?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with affection. She can see the remnants of the concert still in his expression. “I watched some lives that Stay’s posted. You all looked like you were having fun.” 

Chan leans back against the pillows on his bed, a grin spreading across his face. “Like it always is, it was amazing! Stays were incredible. Their energy definitely kept us energized because some of us were definitely feeling a little exhausted tonight. I wish you could have been here like we originally planned. You would have loved it.” 

“I wish I had been there too,” she replies softly, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. She had to cancel her plans to join him for the final weekend of the tour due to a family emergency. 

“Don’t feel bad, baby,” he tries to reassure her that it’s okay. “Sometimes we can’t help these things.” 

“I know, I just miss you,” she sighs. 

“Just a few more days, I promise,” he tells her as his smile widens, and she can almost see the excitement in his eyes. “I’ll be home and we can spend all our free time together.” 

"That sounds wonderful," she smiles back.  

"Good," he chuckles. "So, how's your family doing?"  

"They're improving," she replies, her thoughts drifting to her family as she starts to update him on everything that took place over the weekend. As she talks, Chan relaxes more, her soothing voice eventually lulling him into a peaceful sleep. When she notices he’s fallen asleep, she whispers a soft “Sleep well, I love you,” before ending the call and drifting off to sleep herself. 

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[vanfleeter]

Omnia

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Smut so minors DNI. Mentions of sex. Because what is a classic love letter without a little bit of smut.

Summary: Writing a heartfelt letter.

Today is Valentine’s Day. Normally the two of you don’t celebrate, which is fine. Not everyone does and that’s okay. You both mutually agreed to not celebrate but should either one want to do something, it can be something small. Nothing big and nothing expensive. In the past, Jake has just about gotten you something for that day, but still sticking to nothing huge and nothing expensive.

It’s always been a cheesy hallmark card that the two of you can giggle over. One year he found a card that plays music and of course it played the Hamster Dance to go along with the hamster on the front that held a red heart balloon and had cheesy Valentine’s Day saying on it.

So this year, that’s what you were expecting. A cheesy card hand picked from a gift aisle in CVS. Although, things didn’t quite go as you had expected. Still.. Nothing huge and nothing expensive.

Waking that morning you had found a bouquet of your favorite flowers resting on the nightstand beside your bed with a sticky note attached.

‘Omnia’

One simple word scrawled on the piece of paper. Placed delicately beside the bouquet is a red envelope with your name written on it. This was different. Normally he’d wait until after work to give the card and not first thing in the morning, nor did he ever buy flowers. Claiming he can buy you flowers all the time, nothing makes them more special just because it’s a holiday.

Sitting up in the bed, you reach for the card and break open the seal. You were surprised yet again to not find a cheesy card, but instead a handwritten letter. He’s deviating from the usual plan. Why?

Shrugging off the inquisitives, you pull out the paper and unfold it. Your jaw slowly drops as you find a completely handwritten letter all in his own handwriting. You’ve gotten handwritten letters before. A thing he started doing while away on tour. He’d write everything in a notebook, sort of like he was journaling. But instead of addressing some made up imaginary person, he’d be addressing you. Each day, he’d reaccount everything that happened, down to the smallest detail so it made you feel like you had actually been there.

Making yourself comfortable within the pillows and blankets, you begin to read the letter.

                                                                                             2/13/2024 My dearest love, I come to you in this letter to express my profound love to you. Normally you would be getting a cheesy Hallmark card bought from a CVS on my way home from work. Not this year. I wanted to do something different so here goes nothing.. Ever since I had met you, I just knew you were meant for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about you those first few nights after meeting you. I had to see you again, I had to know you. There was something about you that drew me in like a siren singing her song luring me to my death. Although you weren’t luring me to my death. Never mind, scratch that. You should know that I’m highly nervous writing this so bare with me.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you and you burrow down deeper into the bed as you continue on.

I’ve never told you this, although maybe I should have. I feel like I should have, but nonetheless, I am now. I have loved you since that moment I laid my eyes on you. You had those beautiful eyes that just sucked me in and your laugh was so contagious. This is written in past tense but it still rings true to this day. I think the reason I never told you that I fell in love with you that day was because truthfully, I was terrified. So I lied and told you that I started falling for you when I caught you rescuing a little fly that got caught on a spider’s web and then proceeded to freak out because the spider landed on your arm. I was already in love with you before that, but it did make me fall harder. I still think about that moment. How hard I had laughed after I had told you to be careful. I was determined to try to keep up with this mysterious facade because I didn’t want to come across as the sappy, romantic kind of guy. Though we both know that that didn’t last very long. Slowly I started showing you the real me. The funny, cheesy, and sometimes clumsy self. You’re probably rolling your eyes at this and calling me a liar. Okay, I’m more clumsy than I’ll admit but I guess being clumsy came in handy because as much as I tend to trip over my own feet and fall, I know that I’m falling in love with you. Each and every day. And now you’re probably thinking, ‘Smooth one, Jake’. Yes, I know, I am pretty smooth.

This time you did roll your eyes.

I’ll be honest with you.. I wanted to write this in the most elegant way that I could. Everyone knows me to write these exquisite captions for my Instagram posts or to say profound things that most of the time make no sense to anyone. But I’m writing to you and I want to be authentic. I want to just be me. Jake. Your Jake. Your Squishy. Why you call me that, I probably won’t ever know but as long as it’s you calling me that, I’ll allow it. Anyways, moving on. There’s a lot to love about you. Your heart for one. You never fail to amaze me with the love you pour out. Whether it be your hugs, the kind smiles you offer, or the endearing words of encouragement, you’re always radiating love. Kind of reminds me of Josh. I know life hasn’t been easy but I’m proud of how you’ve made it through it all and yet you’re still pouring out your love like it's endless. And to quote my brother, love has no bounds. Especially with you. You’re boundless. You inspire me. And there’s more to your love than just your hugs and encouraging words. The way you express your love to me. Especially in bed. Have I made you blush? Good, because I love the way you make me feel when we’re in bed together, completely entangled. You make me feel good–so fucking good. Your hands, so soft against my skin as you drag your fingers down my back–and then not so soft as you scrap up my back. I’ll have to admit, it turns me on even more when you do that. Tells me that I’m doing a great job at fucking you. Oh you thought this was going to be a romantic love letter of me only swooning over you? Well, my love, guess again. Didn’t you know all the classic writers wrote dirty letters to their lovers? Don’t count me out. Back to the topic at hand.. Fucking..

You laugh again and bite into your bottom lip as you continue reading.

Making love to you is one of my favorite things to do. I love the feeling of being pressed up against you, feeling every curve of your body–from your beautiful breasts down to your hips, your ass, your thighs. God those thighs.. I can feel the way you clench them around my head as I’m fucking you with my tongue and dragging you to your orgasm.

You can feel the arousal beginning to spread between your legs, slowly soaking your underwear. Even in a letter he can make you wet.

But what I love to feel the most is you fully wrapped around me as you take my cock. Thrusting into you, hitting all of those spots that really get you. You are the lock and I am the key that clicks in place with every thrust of my hips, unlocking every single thing that makes you unravel in my hands. If I had it my way, I’d never leave that bed. I wouldn't mind being tangled up in the sheets with you every day. Not having a care in the world while I’m making love to you. I should probably stop this letter at some point before I make you a mess. But also because my hand is starting to cramp. I chose the wrong pen to write this with. So to end this in my true fashion.. In omnia paratus. I am prepared for it all. Prepared to love you for the rest of my days, or for as long as you’ll have me. I am prepared to endure all things with you–the good and even the bad. I love you completely with every fiber of my being and I still hope to this day that you do too. Happy Valentine’s Day. All my love, Jake’

Folding the letter back up, you press it against your chest as you bite back down into your bottom lip and squeal.

Pulling yourself back up into a sitting position, you reach for your phone and pull up his contact. Pressing the phone to your ear as it rings, you can hear the familiar ringtone down the hallway. It draws near to the room and you pull the device away from your ear as he steps into the doorway. He’s carrying a couple takeout bags of food.

He smirks when he sees the letter still clutched in your hand. “I see you’ve read it already.” He walks over to his side of the bed and sets the bags of food on the nightstand.

Setting the letter back down beside the flowers, you crawl across the bed and rest on your knees in front of him. You throw your arms around him and draw him in for a kiss.

“Would you hate me if I asked for a handwritten letter every year from now on?”

He chuckles but nods his head. “I could never hate you.” He says. “And yes, I think I can do that. I take it, you liked it?”

“I loved it.” You say. “My squishy.”

“Seriously, why do you call me that?”

“Because..” You slide your hands up his arms and caress his face in your palms. “You’re just so squishy!” You say as you squish his cheeks.

He snorts and rolls his eyes. “You’re so weird.”

Gripping his ass in your hands, you push him against you, already feeling his hardening bulge inside of his pants. You give him a smirk and he chuckles.

“Nice Gilmore Girls reference by the way.” You say with a giggle. “Guess that part stuck with you.”

He smiles and nods his head. “Kind of made sense in the grand scheme of things.” He gives you another kiss as presses his body tighter against yours. “Now.. Your choice.. Breakfast first or..” He holds up a finger in the air and pecks your lips. “I can recreate everything I wrote in that letter.”

“Breakfast can wait.” You say and begin to lift his shirt up and over his head.

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[pandasleepy07]

Ghostober - Day 3 [Alpha]

"I don’t want to have a baby."

WC: 591

You walk into the common room, and find all the ghouls had gotten into Secondo’s special stash. Moonshine, a drink that had been made to give the ghouls the same effects that humans feel when drunk. And after a long tour, they all claimed to need the drink to relax. Alpha’s normally grumpy demeanour had softened considerably. “Y/N,” he practically coos, his hands reaching out for you. “Come join us, love.”

You raise your eyebrows at the change but walk across the room to him as he pours himself another drink. “Haven’t you had enough?” you ask, gently taking the glass from him and putting it down. 

He whines. He fucking whines. A bottom-lip-thrusting-out in a pout whine. Alpha, the grumpy fire ghoul, whines. It shortcircuits your brain for a moment and you freeze, giving him the chance to take the glass back, which he takes. That snaps you back to the moment, and you take it from him again. “No. You’ve had more than enough if you’re pouting like a baby.”

“Baby?” he latches onto the word and looks down at his stomach, gently placing a hand on it like a pregnant mother would do. The panic flashes across his face. “I don’t want to have a baby. I don’t want to get fat. I don’t want the morning sickness and swollen feet!” His tone only gets whiner and whiner as he carries on, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes. 

“Not funny,” he pouts. “Kits don’t survive up here. I don’t want to give birth and then lose them. 

“You’re not losing anyone,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You can’t get pregnant, Alpha.”

“I feel so nauseous, I’ve got to be pregnant.”

“Nope, just drunk,” you mutter, gently pulling him up, struggling to support him as you guide him down the hall to his room, silently cursing Secondo for leaving the liquor where the ghouls could find it. 

He stumbles around, heavily leaning on you as he mumbles incoherently. “It’s not that I… Pregnancy hormones…” He stumbles into the wall. “I hate you,” he grumbles, glaring at is. His eyes aren’t focused though, and the Moonshine has relaxed his muscles to the point where his glare looks like a pout. You stifle a giggle and he catches it. “Don’t laugh at me.” Now he really does pout. “I’m pregnant, you shouldn’t laugh at a pregnant ghoul,” he whines. 

You reach his door, and open it, unable to suppress a smile. “Come on you big baby. Let’s get you into bed.”

Alpha stumbles forward and lands on his front, face first into his pillows. His words are muffled by them, and you watch amused as he rolls over onto his back, muttering how it’s “better for the baby”.

You smile softly, and carefully pull the blankets up and over him. He catches your wrist and gently tugs you closer. “Stay.” The words are soft, pleading and melt your heart. 

“Stay?” You repeat quietly, letting him pull you to sit on the bed next to him. 

He nods, his eyes fluttering shut. “Stay.” His arm slides around your waist, pulling you to lie down next to him. A quiet purr kicks up behind you once you’re settled in. He’s spooning you from behind, arm wrapped around you, keeping you in place, his breath soft on your neck as it slows and he drifts off.  Heat emanates from him, surrounding you and the combined warmth and sound of his soft breathing, and purrs, lull you off into a peaceful sleep.

๋࣭🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑Ghostober Masterlist 2024⭑ 🕸๋࣭ ⭑🦇🕸 ๋࣭

[limerental]

ficletvember 2024 - day 1

it's my fifth ficlet month! I'll be writing a little fic every day of November again this year and once again, these will mostly be witcher related of any and all canons.

starting off the month strong with a yennskier(/geralt) modern au

Fleeing emotional upheaval, a regretful and nostalgic Yennefer waits backstage for popstar Jaskier to finish his concert of the night-- just the way she used to.

One impulsive midday flight away from the last gasps of a fading dream, Yennefer found herself waiting in the wings of a great performance hall, swathed in refracting light and sound.

A cross-armed security guard stood beside her in the alcove beyond the stage. Even with the call she'd made to his handler, Vespula, before takeoff, she'd had trouble talking her way in backstage.

Had had to scroll through grainy photos on social media feeds to point to for proof, suffering the humiliation of his security's blank looks, pitying frowns.

Though she'd said she would, Yennefer hadn't visited this whole tour, even months since the first show. Too busy, she'd said, when he called some nights. Maybe when Ciri's home from break. Maybe after the holidays. Maybe–

From hundreds of miles away his voice crooned and then softened, phone tucked between her ear and the pillows, the master bedroom as cold and empty as it always was now. If he were there, he wouldn't stand for it. He'd make them talk through the cold distance that had grown between them.

Geralt snored down the hall in the guest room, feeling further away than Jaskier did.

His last tour, when they both were freshly on the outs with Geralt and thought themselves better for it, she'd surprised him often enough that his whole team knew to expect her. She'd slip in through some backdoor, shake off small talk with his wardrobe and makeup crew and lie in wait to pounce after the last encore.

Fresh from the euphoric high of performance, Jaskier was always a living furnace, sweat-slick and dripping glitter, Yennefer's grip on his body possessive and consuming. He could cavort across stage, seduce millions with his vapid pop songs and the thrust of his hips, but afterward, she beckoned and he tripped over himself to get to her and they kissed like lovers torn apart and reuniting after far too long.

They kissed like that every night, brazen and thorough, unconcerned who saw.

She ended up with her own security detail, the fans beginning to recognize her, to seethe with jealousy in Instagram comments, wishing they were her.

Cameras caught their heated embraces and their nights out afterward at fine dining and VIP clubs. Photos of the pair were smeared across the front cover of gossip rags. Kissing in sleek evening wear, in the rain beyond nightclubs, in the backseat of cars.

And then, eventually, it had come out that international popstar Jaskier's mysterious raven-haired paramour was a married woman who lived in the quaint countryside and had a teenaged daughter and a doting husband at home, and the whole thing had blown up into the affair of the decade, several high-profile appearances needed to explain the whole thing away.

“No, you see,” said Jaskier, the fool wholly in his element in the midst of spinning a story about his life-long friendship with Geralt, how he had hated her intrusion into his life until he hadn't at all. “Yen and I have some fun. Rarely safe and sane but consensual on all fronts. But Geralt and Yennefer? Those two are destined to be together.”

The stage lights swung in a blinding arc, and the crowd's roar crescendoed. Only a song or two left and then security said he'd slip back this corridor and take a waiting car to the hotel. These days, he turned in early most nights, they said. Don't keep him up too late, he has appearances first thing tomorrow.

As if it had been Yennefer alone who was the impetus behind the sleepless, wild nights from years ago, as if he wouldn't have found someone else to drag along into the spotlight if not her.

These days, they were used to being small, vital parts of one another's lives, to sharing only moments, to knowing their lives unfolded beyond the times they reunited again. Never wholly separate but inevitably apart.

That had always felt good and right. To know Jaskier missed them well enough, loved them dearly, fit neatly back into the family every time, but did not covet the life Geralt and Yennefer had built together. That he had chosen his path apart from that domestic bliss and did not have to feel jilted, unwanted, or secondary.

Waiting in the wings as the last song gave to shouts and applause, Yennefer felt very small.

He didn't see her at first, the shadowed alcove off stage full dark after the blaze of the stage. Only when security stopped him by the arm, stalling his animated flounce down the corridor, did he see her there and grin and throw back his head with laughter.

Glitter on his cheekbones caught the scant light and fuck-- he was beautiful, all popstar surreal and larger than life.

In a breath, he noticed something off in her expression and sombered at once, crowding close to hold her in his arms without asking a single thing.

Clutching him with her fingers caught in his sweat-damp collar, Yennefer thought of the sheaf of legal papers left on the kitchen island beside a vase of flowers from the garden, thought of the empty drawers she'd found upstairs, the quiet of the house closing in around her.

She thought how's that for destined? Destined to slowly dwindle to nothing.

The woman she had been years ago, the one who had kissed him breathless in the wings most nights, would have hurled sharp accusations his way, crafted to cut. If he had stayed with them, then maybe– If he had thought to take his head out of the clouds and join them in that life then–

The skin of Jaskier's neck smelled of sweat and was so warm it burned Yennefer's forehead as she swayed into him and wept.

She had no one to blame but her own misplaced hope.

(And days later, when Geralt found them cocooned together in the hotel room, she did not shout the angry, hurt things that she wanted to, that she would have, and simply took him, meek and apologetic, into their arms.)

[thewitcheswitch89]

Ghostober 2024

by @kroas-adtam

Read on AO3 or Wattpad

I miss you!

Phone/Video

Copia x reader

Fluff

(listened to too many power ballads from the 80s today…not in the mood for smut…)

Copia was on tour and you hadn't seen each other for weeks. The only thing you had left was a phone call every night or a simple video call.

This night was no different. You were sitting in your bedroom, scrolling through social media. When you got a message from Copia.

"I'm in my hotel room right now. Can I call you?"

You read the message with a smile and replied immediately.

"Sure, call me!" you reply, and you've barely sent the message. A few minutes later, your phone rings. You answer it with a smile on your face.

"Hello, my love," you said, leaning against the headboard of your bed.

Copia sighed on the other end of the line.

"Mia cara... I've been waiting all day to hear your voice," he said, the rustling of the pillows audible. A deep sigh. Followed by a yawn.

"I wish I could be with you now!" you sighed, "I miss you!"

Copia laughed softly. "Oh Cara, you have no idea how much I miss you. Everything about you... your touch, your smell, your hugs... Everything...!"

"Everything?" you ask, lying down on the bed. Your eyes fall to his side of the bed. How much you wanted him to be beside you right now. You wanted to feel the warmth of his body, to bury your face in his chest and breathe in his scent.

A small sigh left your lips as you felt tears forming in your eyes. No, don't cry now...you thought to yourself. You did not want him to feel guilty. So you wiped away the tear. Even though he could not see it anyway.

"Yes...everything!", Copia's voice was soft.

"Falling asleep without you is hell," you pouted and rolled onto his side.

"Still...after all these weeks on tour?" he laughs. "I gave you my T-shirt!"

"That's not enough... it hardly smells like you anymore..." you said, resting your head on his pillow. His smell was very faint. Barely perceptible. That hurt your heart. You had never missed anyone so much. You had known it from the beginning, when the two of you started your relationship. That one day he would go on tour. But every day he wasn't there, you found it harder and harder to be without him. A little sniff escaped you and a tear rolled down your cheek.

"Amore...?", Copia's voice came through the phone. Of course he had heard it. And he knew exactly what was happening. "Don't cry ok...Ill be home soon...Just a few weeks ok!

But it was too late, the tears were streaming down your cheeks and you could not stop them.

" It's still too long...!" you whispered. You felt stupid for crying now. You tried to compose yourself and took a deep breath. "Its stupid, I know im a little crybaby! I'm sorry!".

" No, no...you are not stupid, mi amore...!" he said. And his voice made you miss him even more.

" I love you Tersoro...dont forget that!" he said and you could hear in his voice that he hated the way you were crying. It hurted him that he could not be there to hold you and wipe away your tears.

" I love you too Copia," you said. A small smile played on Copia's lips.

" You know what we do when I get home...I take you out Cara...I take you to that Italian restaurant I took you to on our first date," he whispered with a grin.  And you chuckled softly. This was what he had in mind. To make you forget your grief over his absence...and focus on the time he would be there after the tour was over.

"And we drink a lot of wine...and eat a lot of pasta...!" he said with a smile on his face.

You nodded, even though he could not see it.

" Yeah...yeah, that sounds good," you laughed now, wiping away a single tear. The prospect of seeing him again soon managed to push your sadness aside for a moment.

"And after that...I'll take you home...and we'll catch up on all the abstinence..." he said, his voice a little horsey now.  "How does that sound, Cara?"

You lay motionless on the bed, swallowing hard as you listened to him.

"Then I'll make it up to you...all the time I couldn't touch you...without your kisses and hugs...do you hear Cara?"

" Yes...I...I hear you!" you said, biting your lip. Your hand was on your stomach, grabbing your t-shirt. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. How much you longed for him while he was gone. He enjoyed teasing you. Making you leave without words.

" When I am home with you...in our bed...I will not let you go...I will take my time with you...making sure I do not leave an inch of your beautiful body untouched...!" he continued. You could hear him shifting on his bed, by the rustling sheets. You just lay there listening intently. Feeling your desire slowly grow as he continued. Your tears, which you had shared just a minute ago, were forgotten.

" I will peel you out of the dress that you will be wearing...that little black one...with the low back!" he murmured. "Mhh...I can imagine how you would tremble under my touch...so soft and warm...when I start to kiss your neck...finding that special spot there. Sucking on it...kissing it...before I would kiss my way further down...too...", then he stopped. You could hear him moving again. A low growl came from his throat. You whimpered inwardly as he paused. And your hands gripped your shirt tighter.

" What... what then?" you whispered, you wanted him to continue so badly. But he just laughed. Which made you squirm.

" Tell me, Mia cara...!" he said softly. "What are you wearing right now?"

[myfallbucketlist]

Fall Bucket List 2024

Watch 30 horror movies (Hammer Horror)

Make a fall playlist

Carve pumpkins

Go to the pumpkin patch

Eat candycorn

Make spooky cocktails

Read 6 books

Go to Haunted World

Wear cool costumes

Pendleton tunnels tour

Watch Over the Garden Wall

Work in a haunted house

Make ghost pillows

Bonfire party

Buy fall candles

Drink mulled cider

Watch Friday the 13th show

Watch Halloween Wars

New fall wardrobe

Spend the night in a graveyard

Halloween party at The Station

Watch Hammer Horror tv show

Drink a pumpkin spice latte

Put McMuffin in a costume

Fall hike

Try 3 weird pumpkin spice items

Bake something

Stay at Hot Lake hotel

Taxidermy shop

Make 3 fall themed meals

Go to The Peculiarium

Get a tattoo

Catch up on all AHS

Make spooky sugar cookie cake

Jack o lantern pizza

Fall beer

Fire with boozy s’more shakes

Geiser Grand ghost hunting

Gloomy beach trip

Watch Gilmore Girls

Haunted corn maze

Candle burning videos

Take photos of Halloween decorations

Go to Sure Shot

Ravens manor bar

Fall puzzles

Hunting

[shunin-gumis]

(Not) Lonely SANTA's Mission - Track 07

Seasonal Event: Christmas 2024

Thank you Dimi for handling this chapter!

Location: HAMA House

Sonia: And sho the shnow falls on Chrishtmas Eve… 

Sonia: Nagi-shan’s Mission Shanta must have begun by now— 

Location: HAMA House - Meeting Room

Nagi: First, I’d like to thank everyone gathered here, on the night of Christmas Eve, which most people would be spending with a special someone.

Nagi: You are now honored Santas of HAMA Tours, handpicked after careful screening by Liguang-san and yours truly.

Tao: S-Sure…

Tao: No, hold up, what’s with this line-up…?

Liguang: The selection criteria was, first, those who don’t believe in Santa. And more importantly, those who didn’t have any plans, or answered that they would be spending Christmas Eve “as usual.”

Tao: Th-That’s kinda sad…

Raito: I may not have kids, but I’m happy for the chance to act like a father.

Nagi: Right, leaving a present under someone’s pillow is very family-like…!

Raito: Yes, it is!

Liguang: Did you get all that, Domeki?

Tao: (…Man, I think Kuguri-san’s the type to scoff at stuff like this, are we sure about him being here?)

Kuguri: …Fufu… Kukuku…

Liguang & Nagi & Raito: ?

Tao: (Ugh, that’s what I thought…)

Kuguri: Santa Claus… Me? Kuku, what a joke. Hahaha…!

Tao: (H-He’s acting like this tickled his funny bone… Maybe it’ll be fine if he gets a kick out of this?)

Liguang: Take a look at this map here.

Nagi: The presents have to be delivered over a large area. That’s why we’ll split the delivery job amongst us.

Liguang: We’ll split into three groups. Since Hachinoya and I are also in charge of directing this process, we’ll remain at HAMA House. Domeki, you and Kita–

Kuguri: You must be joking. One of my lambs can play reindeer just fine. I’ll go alone.

Liguang: …Hachinoya made these presents himself.

Nagi: Yeah. Maybe you find it gross but I put my heart and soul into making each and every one of them.

Kuguri: Well, that’s not very nice. Do you think I’d simply throw them into the ocean and claim that I handed them out instead?

Nagi: Huh, really? I guess it can’t be helped… Oh but, I’d be worried about polluting the ocean so at least throw it away in a flammable garbage bag… 

Liguang: What he means to say is that you need to handle the goods carefully… Kinouchi, you’ll go with Domeki.

Tao: U-Uhhh…

Kuguri: A holy night with maci, hm~♪ Make sure to keep your eyes on me so I don’t turn into a Black Santa.

Tao: (Yeesh, this mission’s gotten a lot harder all of a sudden…)

Raito: Haha, this is getting exciting! How about we all assign code names to make this feel even more like a mission? For when we speak on the walkie-talkies.

Liguang: I don’t mind. I’ll leave the naming up to Hachinoya.

Nagi: Oh, uh, okay. Then… 

Nagi: Raito-san will be Team Ginger.

Nagi: Tao and Kuguri-san will be Team Noel.

Nagi: Liguang-san and I will be Team Fir.

Tao: Got it.

Nagi: (This is a reassuring line-up…)

Nagi: I’ll be counting on your help with Mission Santa.

~~~

A few hours after the strategy meeting— 

Location: HAMA House - Tiger Room

Nagi: …I’ve arrived at the Tiger room.

Liguang: “I had confirmed Ooguro and that fool had gone to sleep two hours ago. I believe they should be in a state of deep sleep, but be careful not to make a sound regardless.”

Nagi: Roger.

Renga: Mmm… So pretty… Just look at those… golden shuumai… 

Kafka: ……

Nagi: ……

Nagi: …Successfully left the presents besides their pillows.

Nagi: (So this is what it feels like to leave presents for your family while they’re fast asleep… Even if some European power barged in right now and performed a 100 lariats on me or held me in a Scorpion Deathlock, I could probably deflect it all with a smile.)

Nagi: Oh, this is bad. My emergency happiness handler is away and yet I can’t help but feel the happiness overflow right now. 

Liguang: “What’s wrong?”

Nagi: I’ll head to the Monkey room right away.

Liguang: “Understood.”

Kafka: Good luck.

Nagi: Huh?

Kafka: …… 

Nagi: …Must’ve imagined it.

Location: HAMA House - 2nd Floor Hallway

Liguang: “Team Ginger, how is it going on your end?”

Location: HAMA Downtown

Raito: No problems here!

Raito: The floats for the Christmas parade are in perfect condition. I suppose in Chihiro’s terms, this would be “Flashy-Cute to the MAX Hypetown!” 

Raito: Right now, I’m lighting up Christmas Eve with the colors of the rainbow.

Passerby couple (the man): Woah, what’s this! Wonderful… Midnight… Parade…? I don’t really get it, but it’s so shiny!

Passerby couple (the woman): There’s mobile illuminations! I’ve got to take a pic! Now where did I put my phone…

Raito: The roads are clear since it’s so late, so it’s going smoothly. I’ll probably make it to Chihiro's house in no time.

Liguang: Try not to stand out too much.

Raito: Haha, I know.

Raito: I’ll head for Yodaka-san’s shop once I’m done with Chihiro. I’ll contact you then–

Nagi: “…woah!?”

Raito: What was that just now?

Liguang: “Hachinoya. What’s wrong?”

Location: HAMA House - Monkey Room

Nagi: Ah, wha… 

Kinari: Disruption detected from motion sensors. Sleep mode temporarily turned off.

Nagi: That scared me. I could feel my heart in my mouth.

Kinari: Hachinoya-sama. It is currently 2:21 AM. What are you doing here at this hour?

Nagi: Oh, that’s, um… 

Nagi: I-I came to borrow one of Raito-san’s bowls… 

Kinari: …If that is all you’re looking for, it is over there. 

Kinari: It is recommended you turn on the lights next time. Resuming sleep mode… “Good night”.

Nagi:  Yeah, goodnight.

Nagi: Phew… 

Nagi: Being Santa really isn't all fun and games.

Nagi: (I wonder if Team Noel is doing okay…)

~~~

Location: HAMA Downtown

Tao: …We went to a hotel in Tokyo to give Kamina-san his gift, but for some reason we came back with a whole bunch of souvenirs.

Kuguri: He served us tea and sweets at our arrival, and handed scarves and gloves as we left… Along with heat packs, socks and rice balls to bring back.

Kuguri: Even more gifts may be coming Nagi’s way after the tournament, don’t you think?

Tao: Well, we delivered the gift with no problems, so we’re all good…

Tao: What do we do about Murakumo-san?

Tao: He told Hachinoya-san he’ll be partying all night with his college friends at his parents’ sushi restaurant, but that turned out to be a lie.

Kuguri: I was satisfied just seeing your face the moment we saw the sushi restaurant was dark and empty.

Kuguri: With that said, I suppose we can head back now.

Tao: Nope, we can’t.

Tao: *sigh*... Isn’t it gonna be, like, impossible to find Murakumo-san on Christmas Eve of all days when we’ve got no idea where he is…?

Kuguri: …Good grief. You leave me no choice.

Tao: Kuguri-san?

*phone rings*

Kuguri: Yes, hello? Lány?

Kuguri: There’s someone I’d like you to locate using your information network… Yes. Right now.

Kuguri: Who am I looking for? …Fufu. A man whose shocked face I’d just love to see…♪

Event Masterpost

Next Track

[macrolit]

Do You Have ‘Bookshelf Wealth’?

A TikTok home-décor trend has irked some bibliophiles.

By Madison Malone Kircher

Published in the New York Times, Jan. 15, 2024

When it comes to aesthetic trends, social media loves a catchy name.

Cottagecore. Dark academia. Eclectic grandpa.

Now there’s a new entry to the canon: bookshelf wealth.

On TikTok and other digital platforms, there has lately been much ado about people who own a great number of books and — this is critical — have managed to stage them in a pleasing manner.

If you’ve ever seen a Nancy Meyers movie, the look might ring a bell. Warm and welcoming. Polished, but not stuffy. A bronze lamp here. A vintage vase there (with fresh-cut flowers, of course). Perhaps there is a cozy seating area near the floor-to-ceiling display, with an overstuffed couch topped with tasteful throw pillows.

Kailee Blalock, an interior designer in San Diego, posted a video to TikTok last month that sought to define bookshelf wealth and school viewers in achieving the aesthetic in their own homes.

“These aren’t display books,” Ms. Blalock, 26, cautions in the video, which has been viewed over 1.3 million times. “These are books that have actually been curated and read.”

This literary look, she went on to say, goes well with pictures hung willy-nilly on the walls, sometimes even partly blocking the shelves, as well as mismatched fabric patterns and a bit of clutter.

In an interview, Ms. Blalock expanded on her advice. “I think to really achieve the look and the lifestyle, someone has to be an avid reader and has to appreciate the act of collecting things, especially art and sculpture,” she said.

Though Ms. Blalock did not originate the term “bookshelf wealth,” her video has spurred plenty of online discussion. “The day I ‘cultivate’ books instead of buying what I like to read is the day I’ll know I’ve truly failed as a human,” one user commented. Others remarked how bookshelf wealth was less about reading and more about regular old wealth.

Breana Newton, a legal coordinator in Princeton, N.J., who posts regularly about books on TikTok, was one of the people who responded to Ms. Blalock’s video. “I am going to show you bookshelf wealth,” Ms. Newton, 33, says in a video of her own. “Ready?”

She then gives viewers a brief tour of her home, showing books everywhere — on shelves, in overflow piles here and there, and strewed across the bed. Absent is the sense that the rooms have been staged, or that the books were bought with the consideration of how they would look on Instagram.

In an interview, Ms. Newton said that she worried trends like bookshelf wealth encourage overconsumption. This year, she added, she is trying not to buy any new books.

Another critic of the trend, Keila Tirado-Leist, said in a reaction video: “Who does it benefit to constantly have to name and qualify and attach wealth to any kind of style or home-décor aesthetic?”

Ms. Tirado-Leist, a lifestyle content creator in Madison, Wis., likened bookshelf wealth to “quiet luxury” and “stealth wealth,” styles that have recently made social media waves.

Still, she was understanding that what drives a home-décor trend like this one is a desire to create a home that feels, well, homey. In another video, she described the idea of layering — that is, slowly acquiring pieces and building up to a finished look, rather than trying to buy a bunch of things all at once in an effort to chase a trend.

“Styling a home takes time,” Ms. Tirado-Leist said.

Another TikTok user put it more bluntly in a response to Ms. Blalock’s video: “Bookshelf wealth does not mean you have books. It means you have built-ins.”

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Phan Around the World (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

2 minutes (ao3) - easybubbyy

Summary: On the long flight to Australia, Dan gets a tad bit handsy. They sort it out in the bathroom.

Ain't as far as it used to be (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Paris is different than he expected, and Dan can't lose the thing chasing him.

around the world and back again (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: Phil looks down into brown eyes, sparkling and giant and ones he’s memorised the shape of.

anniversary (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Vegas to celebrate the end of the US leg of the tour – and their fifteenth anniversary.

Bernie and Phyl (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Phil might have accidentally booked them an extra night at their Boston hotel. He also might have slept through his alarm the next morning. And he also might have sat in some chocolate and managed to ruin his pillow, requiring their already-late departure pause for a quick trip to a certain aptly named furniture store.

Birthdays In Poland (ao3) - developerdaniel

Summary: The fic where it's dan's 27th birthday while they're on tour and phil makes sure to still go above and beyond for the love of his life.

change (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: Everything is carefully controlled and he wonders why it seems that coming to Australia loosens his self-restraint.

Colour Me Free (ao3) - realeyesrealize

Summary: Over the next few days Dan draws and redraws a tiny triangle on his bicep every morning with a sharpie, because he’s never been one to take decisions lightly, because he’s still afraid of commitment but the need to have those three lines on his skin is stronger.

Or: queer signaling, a triangle, an earring and Russia.

fallen green leaves (ao3) - hoodiestrings (orphan_account)

Summary: He moves to hug Dan from behind, rests his chin on his shoulder and his palms against the gentle slope of his stomach.

“You are warm,” Phil says. I love you, he means.

( or the one where Dan is in Phil's arms and everything is fine )

french toast, again (ao3) - buskingalbatross

Summary: Dan's ice cream shop dream, sort of. Not really.

Gästvänlighet / Hospitality (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Sweden gives Phil and his soulmate a warm welcome

golden kiwi (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: "Phil turns the corner and spots it on display in a corner of the shop: a large golden kiwi statue. It’s quite possibly the most majestic object he’s ever seen."

(A fic set during Dan and Phil's day off in Auckland during the Terrible Influence Tour.)

Holidays and Other Seismic Activities (ao3) - PyroStormIsBae

Summary: Daniel Howell never really learned how to relax. (Set during their vacation to Turkey)

Knulla, gifta sig, döda (The one where they fuck in IKEA) (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: The American leg of the Terrible Influence Tour was just beginning and what better time to let the builders put the finishing touches on the phouse while they’re away.

For Dan, everything is perfect. Phil is perfect, their life is perfect and it feels like nothing could possibly go wrong.

That is, until they decide to go get dinner at a local IKEA. Dan finds out something that threatens to break his heart and things start to go wrong. Then they go very very right…

Let your balalaika sing (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Russia during the Interactive Introverts tour

liquorice ice cream (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil go on a date to the zoo.

(Snapshots of their Swedish zoo date, September 2024. This fic is free from TIT show spoilers!)

Luxury (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: It was early, the dark edging on predawn translucent. The birds were only beginning to chirp. Here, nestled so deep in nature, the Costa Rican jungle all around their treehouse hotel, Dan could feel the hush of morning rising all around him. Phil was still asleep, breaths deep and even. Phil was exhausted--they both were really--but this was something Dan wanted to share with him.

natural. (ao3) - razussy

Summary: tampa, florida. known for plenty of things ranging from busch gardens to outback steakhouse. unlike the amusement park, however, there’s a certain drink phil’s been eyeing since he’s seen promotional advertisements on his nightly youtube sessions.

new zealand during six am (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil wake up early during their first day in new zealand to get some laundry done

Origins of the Phass Inflation Post (Dan and Phil in Greece) (ao3) - EverythingIsAsItWas

Summary: Dan and Phil rarely take vacations just for themselves, vacations in which they make no content, do not work, and simply enjoy each other's company. Going to Greece feels like the perfect opportunity for this, but Phil also thinks it's the perfect opportunity for a video... and Dan likes being a little shit.

Phome is where the heart is (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dan and phil go shopping at target while in Seattle for tit. they’re feeling festive for the season and a little sappy bc, well, duh 🧡

photos in portugal (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Mostly, Dan just looks silly and gangly-limbed, his curls dripping with pool water, his foot sticking out, and Phil can’t help but pull his phone out to take a picture.

A fic about their November 2023 Portugal trip.

Piggy Back Rides (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: “You know the last time I did this, I ended up in a cast, right?” Phil laughs.

A ficlet about playing and winning.

Stand clear of the closing doors (The next stop is: 28th Street) (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan and Phil are in New York on tour and agreed to meet a friend across the city, so having taken lots of trains around the world like the grown adults they are, they get on the subway. Except when the conductor calls out the next stop at 28th Street, they realize they've made a big mistake.

The Hockey Game (ao3) - Jinny12912

Summary: Dan and Phil go see a hockey game while touring through Canada. Dan has too much to drink during the game and needs some help from Phil to make it back home before wetting himself.

the pool noodle fight (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Navigating the emotional aftermath of Phil's near-death experience with the help of, uh, some foam pool toys.

third times the charm (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Phil doesn't get sick in Japan, Dan worries anyway.

To Love (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: dan, phil, moscow, and the overbearing emotional toll of being in the closet.

Today Is For Us (ao3) - CaibrynM

Summary: Dan and Phil take a day for themselves in between the tour ending, planning for their premiere in Brazil and the upcoming Christmas Holidays. Lots of Fluff and a little smut.

two chai teas (ao3) - twoheadlights (fizzfic)

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Chennai, India.

When in Washington (ao3) - dnpangels

Summary: An outsider POV fic about a guy sitting behind Dan and Phil at the University of Washington football game.

you can see it with the lights out (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Somehow it’s taken Dan until he got to Japan, but here it’s caught up with him, hit him like a freight train. Phil keeps laughing at him, showing him pictures on his phone of Dan’s face softened by it, posture loosened by it.

[ruinedmefic]

Chapter 3 - Rain When I Die

Chapter summary: it begins. Masterlist ✦ Ao3 Read this fic on Ao3 (up to chapter 5) Rain When I Die - Alice In Chains Prev

January 11th 2024 | 04:17am

Stumbling around in the dark was how the tour began for Clementine.

There was a consistent buzz, buzz, buzz that she couldn’t find the source of. Her phone had gone flying when she woke, sweating and still half-submerged in her dream. She fumbled for the switch of the overhead lamp, palming the wall blindly before a bright light shrunk her pupils to pinpricks and forced her lids shut again. “Fuck—” she groaned, covering her eyes with her hands and squinting around the room in blinks.

She couldn’t remember her dream—nightmare—whatever it was.

A harsh knock pounded on her door, Lucky’s groggy voice making itself known through the wood, “you up?”

“No,” she grumbled, leaning half off the bed to reach her phone, the screen lit dimly with her alarm. She heard Lucky’s footsteps shuffle down the hallway. “I’m up,” she muttered, slapping the screen a few times until it stopped.

She laid there for a moment, her legs still on the bed, elbows propping her off the ground, and sighed. She could feel her t-shirt clinging to her back with sweat, her pulse slowing under her skin. Three of the (many) throw pillows on her bed had been tossed haphazardly across the room.

So far, she was yet to have a good day this week.

Getting up, she turned on the big light in her room and began to make her way through an abridged version of her usual morning routine. Distantly, as she nearly slipped getting out of the shower, she heard Linc working the coffee machine.

At 04:50am Lucky was locking her house and Clementine was ambling toward the car awaiting her at the end of the drive. Lucky and Linc already heading to their driver, Becca, their go-to close protection officer. She would be accompanying them during the tour.

Simon looked entirely unaffected by the early rising time, pulling onto the road as soon as she fastened her seatbelt.

She rummaged through her purse, finding the tray of ibuprofen lurking in the depths and popping two into her palm. She knew Simon was watching without having to look, “it’s ibuprofen for a headache, which I have. May I alleviate my symptoms?”

Her tone was dry and bored, to her surprise he huffed something like a laugh, “didn’t know you knew such big words.”

“Fuck off,” she grumbled, tossing the medication back with a mouthful of water and leaning her head against the headrest, eyes closed. The car pulled away from the curb with a low rumble. “You seem well adjusted to the time of day,” she murmured, still watching the back of her eyelids.

“Start every day with a run,” he said and her eyes flashed open.

“You’ve already been for a run before five a.m?!”

“When else?”

She was in a car with a crazy person.

— ✦ —

Their first show, thankfully, was in L.A. However, already being in location didn’t make the day any shorter.

Sound check ran a half hour longer than scheduled—due to an issue with the drums that had D’Angelo getting frustrated with the new sound techs.

Clementine was fiddling with her phone in the wings, staring at her voice memo app, when he was suddenly walking off stage, right towards her. “Idiots—they’re all idiots—they’ve fucked up my click tracks—I told them I had it sorted, all they needed—”

“Woah.” She slipped her phone back into her hoodie pocket, falling in step with him as he barrelled towards the doors under the rear exit sign at the end of the first corridor they found. “You know there’s still, like, four hours to get this sorted. Besides, you know the songs like—”

“I know I know the fucking songs,” he snapped, pushing out the doors and into the alley way between the arena and the foyer. A cigarette was between his lips in seconds as he fumbled with his lighter. She gave him a look he pointedly ignored; he was supposed to have quit a month ago.

“And you take out your earpiece half-way through any set you play,” she added.

He shot her a look, “who’s side are you on?”

“The side that gets me out of an alleyway, its fucking windy.”

“Tom wants crushed bone in the set list,” he said, looking down the alleyway. There was nothing but old brick and dumpsters. Smoke billowed from his nostrils.

Clementine tugged her cuffs over her fingers, “him and the rest of the population.” He hesitated, her eyes snapped up to his. “No.”

He grimaced, “come on Clem, it won’t be that bad—”

“I thought you hated that song?!”

“Just one night with it in the set, if you still don’t want to, we can take it out.”

“I don’t want to now—”

The door swung open forcing Clementine to jump out of the way lest she get squashed into the side of the arena. “What the fuck are you playin’ at?” Came Simon’s voice.

Clementine groaned, pushing past him and back into the hallway, “we were getting some air.”

“There’s enough bloody air in the arena where I can see you,” Simon was hot on her heels.

D’Angelo brought up the rear, “what’s up your—”

A boot squeaked against the linoleum and Clementine turned around to see Simon staring down her friend, “hey!”

“Her safety isn’t your priority,” Simon said, “it’s mine. And I need to be able to fuckin’ see her to do that—if I hear we’ve lost a visual on her, and she’s run off with you again?” The threat went unspoken. “Got it?”

He didn’t wait for D’Angelo to reply before he turned on his heels and caught Clementine by the bicep, hauling her back down the hallway. “What the fuck Simon?!” she shrieked when he finally let go of her. It looked like they were behind the main LED screen centre stage. She had half the mind to slap the man.

“You said you were takin’ this seriously,” he chastised, crossing his arms over her chest. “Disappearing into a fuckin’ alleyway is not takin’ this seriously.”

“It’s not like I was alone—”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna help you. I want you under heavy surveillance whenever you’re in a performance space. That means you need to be able to see Soap, Price, Gaz, or me with your own eyes at any time. Just because it’s sound check doesn’t make this place any smaller. There are a hundred places where something bad could happen and we won’t know a thing—”

“I thought you said Gaz was watching the cameras,” she frowned, crossing her own arms over her chest.

He narrowed his eyes, “he is, but there’s always a blind spot Miss Watson. Now,” he turned, tipping his head as if to say this way and she could only follow after him as he began to walk. “Price will be stationed by the door, Soap will be escorting you on and off stage, and I’ll be in front of the stage.”

“Huh.”

He looked over his shoulder, “what?”

She couldn’t help herself, “I thought you’d be breathing down my neck the whole time.”

“Don’t fancy being on the big screen so much,” he grunted in response just as they rounded the giant LED screen in question.

— ✦ —

The crowd was thunderous. Clementine kept shifting the mic in her hand, sweating.

“Nervous?”

She’d nearly forgotten Johnny was beside her. Still distracted by the sight of Cass, the stage manager, running about. “I’m fine,” she muttered, stomach rolling as the crowd began to chant. Clem-en-tine! Clem-en-tine! Clem-en-tine! as if there weren’t three other people in the band equally deserving of their attention.

“I thought ye said ye’ve done this before,” he teased.

It was difficult to swallow the wad of saliva in her mouth, her throat too dry. The edges of her vision started to blur.

A hand gingerly set itself on her shoulder, “Miss Watson?”

Wide-eyed, she looked at Soap, feeling light-headed.

“Take a deep breath, c’mon,” he took her hand and placed it against the centre of his chest, taking an exaggerated breath of his own. Distantly she could feel the thud of his heart beneath his fingertips, “with me now.”

Mutely, she sucked in a sharp, stuttering breath at the rise of his chest.

“Slower this time,” he murmured, taking another breath, making sure she followed along. “Tha’s it.”

“Last song,” came from someone in the distance, the opener—an upcoming local artist—was practically drowned out by the crowd regardless. The sounded more like a mob than fans through the roaring in her ears.

“Miss Watson, I need ye to—”

Her lips were moving, but Soap couldn’t hear her. He leaned closer and could only just make out her whisper, “they’re going to kill me—”

“Hey—hey,” he took her by the shoulders, she looked up at him through bleary eyes, entirely forgetting their brash introduction merely two days ago that had her fleeing the room. “Ye’re no’ gonna die. We’ve got ye. D’ye hear me? We’ve got yer back Clementine. We won’t let anythin’ happen to ye, aye?”

Stiffly, she nodded.

He gave her a small smile, “good lass. Ye’ve got this.”

“Okay,” she murmured, trying to ignore the mic shaking in her hand.

Lucky was at her side just seconds later, “Cass says it’s just about—you okay?”

Soap let Lucky slot between them, a soft hand tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear. Clementine gave her a watery smile, nodding tightly.

She smiled back, understanding glinting in her eyes, “this is why I take a shot before opening night.” That managed to get a laugh out of Clementine, slightly too loud, slightly too squeaky, but it helped.

— ✦ —

January 12th 2024 | 2:49pm

Hardly a day into the tour and D’Angelo was avoiding her.

“What happened?” Tom had been harping on for close to twenty minutes by now while Clementine waited for Soap to return with their lunch. In the meantime, Lucky had taken to painting her toenails. She couldn’t say no fast enough before her feet were getting a nice turquoise detailing.

Clementine hesitated when she opened her mouth, what could she say? She hadn’t told anyone else about Las Almas, she couldn’t picture how they’d react to her saying ‘my security guy threatened him to not hang out with me because the Las Almas Cartel have it out for me.’ She settled for a different variation of the truth instead. “I didn’t let my bodyguard know where I was going yesterday when I went out with D’Angelo for a smoke and they kind of had a go at each other.”

Lucky raised a brow, swapping feet for the second coat, “that’s not what I heard D telling Linc.” Hopefully the polish would dry before sound check, she hated wearing sandals.

“What did he say?” Clementine tried not to fidget. It wasn’t lying, but it was withholding the truth.

After Mark, she’d promise Lucky that she wouldn’t hide big things from her again. This whole cartel thing was definitely in the “big things” category, but it might just get her in trouble too. She couldn’t live with herself if that was the case. So she continued to bite her tongue.

“He was saying Simon threatened him. Honestly, it sounded a bit like a cockfight to me,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Clementine let out a laugh, “it was like, two sentences,” she looked up at Tom, hovering behind Lucky, “seriously, it wasn’t a big deal.”

Unsatisfied, Tom pursed his lips, “I’m having second thoughts on you working with Protecta. Mickey looked into them, said they were solid. But they’re proving to be more trouble than it’s worth—”

“But the one with the beard is so nice, she should keep him on,” Lucky said, screwing the lid back onto the polish and gently setting Clementine’s feet back on the ground.

The sounds of San Francisco filtered in through the cracked window of the motel room. (It had taken a full half hour before Clementine could step foot in the room just a few hours ago when they arrived, waiting for Gaz to give the all clear.)

Her smile was tense, “you made me switch to Protecta,” she said to Tom, “so I’m with Protecta. I don’t want to change that the first week of tour. That would be more trouble than it’s worth.”

He looked at her a moment longer, that stern look on his face, “fine. But I’m going to have a chat with that Simon Riley.”

Have fun with that, she thought as he left her room.

Lucky stood just moments later, stopping by the door, holding onto the doorknob as she pulled it open, “remind me why you had to switch from Sentinel, and we didn’t?”

“Mickey didn’t want to leave his kids, and I didn’t exactly get along with the other guys from Sentinel.” She didn’t exactly get along with Simon either, but she wasn’t well versed in lying just yet.

Lucky just raised her brow in acknowledgement, nodding, “see you on stage.”

Clementine could only sigh before Soap had shown up in her doorway, two wrapped subs in hand, “nice toes,” he grinned.

She scowled, taking the sandwich from him and promptly unwrapping it, but she hesitated when she went to take a bite, glancing up at him. (He was already three bites into his, must’ve made a start on the drive back.) “Soap?”

“Yeah?” he refrained from his next bite that nearly had him unhinging his jaw. He ate like he’d been starved.

She cleared her throat, already feeling a warmth creeping up her neck, “thank you—”

“I would’ve got ye a sandwich even if ye dinnae ask,” he said, “no biggie.”

“No,” she let out a tiny laugh, “I mean for yesterday—before the show. I was—um—”

He took a seat on the chair Lucky had dragged in from the corner of the room, “s’hardly anythin’ to thank me over. Ghost’s put the fear of god into ye, I’d be worried if ye dinnae freak out.”

“I just…” she sighed, looking away. His stare was so intense, but unlike Simon’s, it was just open, patient. “I didn’t think this Mark thing would still be haunting me after so long. I mean, I haven’t seen him in nearly two years, I haven’t heard a thing from Las Almas in nearly two years—I want my life back. This was all just thrust upon me—I feel like I haven’t made a decision for myself lately except for what I want in my food.”

“Aye, it’s no’ fair on ye at all. Ye’ve been handed some shite cards lass,” he agreed. “But we’re here to ease yer worries.”

She finally took a bite of her sandwich, leaning back against her headboard. “You know,” she started again, disrupting the quiet, “I wasn’t worried about any of this until you all showed up.” A knot of unease tightened in her stomach when she looked at him next. “How…how come you guys knew about Las Almas interest in me and I didn’t?”

He didn’t falter for a second, shrugging, “tha’s our job Miss Watson. If we dinnae ken the threat hanging over yer head, wha’ good would we be?”

She looked at him a little longer, studying his face, a notch in her brow, but he met and held her stare. There was no reason to doubt him in his eyes, no shift that made her suspicious. “I guess Protecta’s reputation stands for a reason then,” she said finally, returning to her sub.

He tore his eyes away from her after a lingering second, “aye.”

[brights-place]

Hiii I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for tresillo from trolls world tour, please ? There's almost no content for him 😭

Sfw and nsfw headcanons please ?

I hope this isn't too much

[Trolls] Tresillo X Reader

Warnings: fluff,, smut

A/N: Tresillo is such a good character and dude reggaton is so fun my friend actually introduced me to it and it was so fun to dance to but ngl my friend was so good dancing to it like OML

Summary: Headcanons for tresillo from trolls world tour, please ? There's almost no content for him. This is quite short my bad

Dating Headcannons

- Tresillo loves your small habit of asking him to dance to random songs you have heard while listening to music together mostly it's reggaton but he loves it - Enjoys dancing with you the most and grins most of the time - Calls you lots of hispanic pet names which he pampers you with while cupping your face or holding your waist - Likes having you to fix his dreads and styling them all the time - PDA in public is common he'd talk to somebody and let his arm wrap around your waist as he continues the conversation, sometimes pecks your cheeks too - Cuddling is common with you two and so is partying the two of you always close Smut Headcannons - Is More dominant in bed then being submissive and is more open to trying things out - Enjoys foreplay with you since it's always fun to tease eachother

- He LOVES how you melt into his arms moaning and whining muttering thank you's as you two try to make eggs - When he overstimulates you he smirks and enjoys how your eyes roll back gripping onto him life your life depends on it

- Tresillo is addicted every time when his tongue reaches every crevice of your folds running up and down the sensitive flaps while you whimper out his name - Likes to press your head into the pillow as you moan and cling to the bedsheets as he praises you for doing so well - After care is easy for him to do as you cuddle together happily

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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