#someone asked about this stuff a little earlier today so. i decided to answer :+)

[efverse]

for years leafeon and glaceon(obv as eevees but for the sake of clarity im gonna call them by their evos still here) excitedly planned on evolving into their evos in sinnoh.

so when they turned 11 they went on a trip there w eon and their grandfather to evolve...

leafeon went to the moss rock. glaceon and eon went w him.

he evolved. it was cool. it got glaceon hyped for their evolution that was gonna happen the next day at the ice rock :)

the next day glaceon was ready to get out and evolve as soon as possible!

she went w leafeon and their grandfather to the ice rock up route 217 the next day.

they left without telling eon who when he found out that they left w their grandfather rushed out to try and get to them.

while heading down mt coronet in a blizzard. glaceon slipped and fell getting caught in the falling snow and seriously hurt...

when she was pulled out of the snow she had evolved(her body's way of trying to help her)

leafeon and their grandfather brought her to the first house they could find and the pokemon there let them rest...

[zoieru]

Cuddles it is, then ~ Jing Yuan looks after you on your period.

That's literally it. I've got cramps, so, self indulgence. I wrote this in about 20 minutes with a hot water bottle on my stomach. Was gonna be a 'hsr men when you're on your period' but I got carried away lmao. I guess I do one for each oops. Send warm cosy gentle gorgeous generals to help pls much appreciated. Enjoy. Mentions of: period cramps, duh.

You were trying your best to just go about your day, getting stuff done. But the Aeons had apparently decided that today, the day you had to go back and forth from the divination comission, was the day you would have cramps with an intensity you hadn't seen in months. It felt as though your insides were twisting like pretzels, slowing your steps as the twinges coursed through even your legs and lower back.

Back to the seat of divine foresight, for the second time, though it felt like the fifth. The Loufu air did little to refresh you, as it usually would, but you still felt a touch stuffy as you entered the large long room.

It's like he felt it, in the air. The General looked towards the doors, as always when someone came in, and as his gaze caught you he stood up from his desk, a small bubble of concern rising to his chest.

"What's wrong?" He asked, walking over to you, eyes raking your figure like a gentle but attentive caress, as if to figure out the answer by looking. He could just...feel it. He wasn't always right about these things, not being used to sensing and attending to people's emotions so much as he was with you, now. But he was learning, quickly, and had every will to know all your signs, found it happening somewhat naturally, absorbing them without much thought. He might be the dozing general, but he wasn't lazy, not when it came to you.

As you tried to brush it off, say you aren't feeling well but it'll pass, his eyebrow not covered by his long fair bangs furrowed a little, his golden eyes tracing your facial features with increased concern. His hand came to your face, then, fingers gently running from the side of your jaw down to your chin, before slipping underneath and tucking your chin upwards with the side of his forefinger, lifting your eyes to meet his.

"Tell me. Someone else can do this job, for you. There's no need for you to suffer," he spoke softly, his voice so warm and soothing you didn't know whether it was the state you were in or what but it was a little ridiculous how a voice could feel like a blanket being tucked beneath you, enveloping you in it's gentle and safe embrace. It was enough to make your defenses, your stubbornness to push through the pain, cave. It always was. He always was.

You admitted what's wrong, eyes flitting briefly around the room to the other staff members and people in and out, though they couldnt hear, before returning to his uncovered one. It softened ever so slightly with the realisation, then flickered with a hint of determination. "Let us go home, then. I'm able to spare a little while," he said, already leading you out of the doors with a hand brushing over your lower back. It almost made you ache with the need for his touch there, the pressure, to ease the incessant cramps that tore through your insides.

You both walked out into the Loufu air once again, though this time you felt significantly more at ease with him beside you. It was always that way, he had this soothing feeling that was confusing, but incredible, especially in moments like now. But he walked you at a good pace, wanting to get you back to the room you shared, off your feet.

He eyed you sidelong, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "It would have been wiser to tell me earlier, you know. Your stubbornness is endearing, but not when it harms you." You might have been a little petulant at the gentle jab if it wasn't for who was speaking, the voice that curled around you again and made you want to do exactly that, into his arms.

When inside, you both took off what you didn't need, the uncomfier outer pieces of clothing, and he took your face in his hand again, achingly gentle yet firm, steady. This way about him always had you melting, but when you were indisposed like this it was lucky you could even function much. "What is it you need most right now? Be honest. I'm here, I have an hour or so." You felt a little guilty, of course, pulling him away from work. But he did his job so well the seat often just worked itself. He didn't doze off for nothing. You were just so grateful to have him here right now, and not think about anything else.

"You. Just...cuddle me?" You said, almost shy. You were just tired, done, ready to be held like a little child despite perhaps some ego hidden inside somewhere being gently bruised as a result.

He smiled, then, eyes softening as his large hands found your waist, pulling you just a little closer. He hummed a low melodic note in fond amusement. "I can do that," he murmured, feeling himself have a little flutter of warmth and excitement at the idea. He was a cuddler. A big one. And this was an excuse to cuddle you during the day. While he wouldn't wish this upon you, he wasn't complaining.

He took your fingers effortlessly and lead you to the bed, before letting you go and settling onto it, back propped up against the pillows and large headboard that stretched the wall. His legs stretched out, one slightly bent, a gap between them perfect for you, as he opened his arms with a little curl to his lips, soft in fond amusement as he looked at your slightly grumpy and pained form. "Come."

As you curled into his chest, in his lap almost, his arms fell around you naturally, enclosing you in his cocoon of warmth and comfort that was so familiar, so soothing, it felt as though some of the pain almost faded instantly. As you nuzzled into his almost unbearably warm, broad, chest a little, he let out a quiet chuckle. "Comfy, little one?" He hummed. His hand travelled down your skin to your lower abdomen, his warm and firm hand resting across it, almost bringing a sigh from your lips in relief at the gentle pressure and warmth slowly unravelling the tight knots that had been building all morning

"You know," he continued, thoughtfully, tucking his nose into your hair. "You could afford to be a little more high maintenance. I'd have cooked something, visited Lingsha, but all you want is cuddles, hm?" It's a gentle tease, one that drips with his fondness but also his concern that he wasn't doing enough for you, that you felt bad and weren't saying the things you needed. He was a bit of a worrier, as well as a cuddler. When it came to you, anyway.

"I know, just...we can get those later, right now this is what I need," you murmured, nuzzling further as if it was physically possible to get closer to him. He chuckled again, a hint of tension seeping out of him into the mattress as his arms shifted to get more comfortable around you. He accepted his fate, happily, very much so, a warmth unrelated to your body heat running through him at the fact you wanted him, needed him, especially at a time you felt so vulnerable. That he could bring you comfort and release somehow humbled him, brought him a deep sense of peace and belonging he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Cuddles it is, then," he mumbled, and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

Dan Heng one here. Lemme know if you want another with someone else in particular. Ill do it just for you babygirl (gn), maybe, if I feel like it ;)

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Housewarming

I found a list of prompts earlier. And had @madhatterbri pick a few. I came up with this and she told me to post it! I’m on mobile so hopefully this works right.

Summary: Alex and you are at Chris Sabin’s housewarming party when the two of you think the other looks so good you can’t take your eyes off of each other. So you decide take care of each other and christen his new home.

Warnings: dirty talk. Smut.

Alex wandered off about twenty minutes ago and you hadn’t seen him since. But as soon as your friend walked away and left you alone in the crowded living room you felt a pair of hands on your hips.

“Are you having a good time?” Alex asked in your ear from behind.

“I am actually.” You smiled as he walked in front of you.

“Good.” He returned the smile before placing his hands back on your hips and pulling you closer to him for a kiss.

He pulled her even closer to him, their foreheads touching as the kiss lingered. But was broken by a gasp from you as you felt a bulge push against the front of your dress.

“Oh, can you feel this?”

“Yes I can Alex. You’re lucky it’s not noticeable!”

“What did you expect to happen when you’re looking that good?” He asked with his cocky smirk.

“You better go to the bathroom and take care of yourself then. Because it’s too early for us to leave.”

“Why don’t you come with me.” He suggested with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Don’t think I didn’t I didn’t notice the neediness that snuck into that gasp.”

“Alex we can’t. This is Chris’ housewarming. There are too many people here wandering around.”

He hummed before answering. “Good thing I know about the bathroom he had installed in his man cave then huh. He won’t let anyone in there. We could sneak away. And it could just be me and you.”

As he spoke your kind drifted back to the drive over. Seeing Alex dressed up so nicely did something to you. On the way over his hand rubbed up and down your bare thigh under your dress as he reminded you to stop biting your lip so he could do it later.

“Come on. Your eyes already yes say. Now I just need your mouth to tell me.”

You looked back up into face. Hair pulled up nicely in a bun with his glasses on he looked so innocent. But you knew the dirty thoughts he had going on in his brain. You hit your lip again and held his hand.

“Fuck it let’s go. But we need to be quick”

He smiled as he turned around and began walking to the stairs, gently pulling you with him.

Walking through the house you looked like everyone else, seeing all the rooms and all the things Chris and his wife had displayed. The door to his “man cave” was locked. Sure he’d show it to people today, but only with him after he unlocked it. Luckily, Alex being his platonic other half just happened to swipe a copy of this key, along with the rest. After looking around to make sure no one was there, he opened the door, you snuck in after him, then he locked it behind you.

“How much need stuff does one guy need?” You commented as you looked around.

Alex ignored you as he pulled you across the room to a little door on the opposite of the room. He opened it up and let you walk in first. It was small. Just a toilet and a little sink in a room that was probably originally a closet, but big enough to get the job done. He closed the door then turned to you

“Hop up” He nodded towards the little counter the sink was on.

You pulled yourself up just enough so you could rest on it. He pushed your legs apart and stepped between while pushing the bottom of your dress further up your thighs.

“I know this will be hard for you but you need to keep quiet okay? We need to be able to hear if someone walks in.” Alex warned as his fingers slid up her inner thighs closer to her underwear, slowly slipping past the seam and underneath. “Maybe I should’ve worn the dress shirt instead of the polo. Then I could’ve shoved tie in your mouth just in case.”

You bit back a moan and gripped the edge of the counter tight at Howard’s as his fingers began caressing your wet folds. His thumb grazed over your clit, circling it slowly. You let out a breath trying to be quiet. You looked at your boyfriend who had that sly smirk on his face and you knew exactly why.

“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?”

A short time later his pants and boxers down around his thighs. Your panties pushed to the side. His hands on your hips gripping you so hard you feel like you might have bruises through your dress. One of your arms was around his neck while the other held onto the counter so you wouldn’t fall off as his thrusts into you became harder. Your mouth hung up as the pleaser built and built. He was so skilled at getting you right to the edge and have you teetering on it until he was ready. His forehead pressed to yours. You could feel the beads of sweat on it as he fucked you.

“Oh fuck” you tried to whisper. “Fuck Alex. Yes. Right there. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

He chucked. “I told you you would eventually start begging” he whispered back, head still pressed against you.

He pulled his head back and shook his head back to get the hair out of his face so he could see your face as you fell apart around him.

“That’s it sweetheart. Cum on my cock. Just like that. That’s my good girl.” He coaxed through as your juices coated him. He hissed as your pussy squeezed around him and he came shortly after. Both of you stood holding onto each other, breathing heavily.

“So. How mad do you think he’ll be when he finds out we christened his man cave?”

[cowboy]

well hello

i'm going to be doing a public-facing journal just to see if there's any interest in conversation about the things i come across weekly and also i guess to keep myself consistent and thoughtful about what i write about.

8/22/2024

i had work today; i slept extremely early (at like 9pm) so i could wake up extremely early (i awoke before my alarm at like 4:45am?). despite being extremely groggy, it was really nice to be up so early. i got to bike down lake shore bike trail before the sun rose.

right before i arrived at the bike trail, coming from the west side, i saw the dark blue clouds cast by the pink rising sun, and they looked like massive, massive mountains. i kept wanting to take photos of the lake with the new light coming over it, but i was gonna be late to my job if i stopped. :(

at work, one of my coworkers learned that his grandpa was going to be put in hospice care. i wanted to ask how he was, and really listen, but i knew that if i did dig into it, it was going to be quickly interrupted by customers, or management, etc. etc. it reminded me of this book IN (it's a comic, actually) and how it can feel scary to reach further to ask how someone is really doing. it wasn't exactly the same, but the concept was there. i did ask if he was doing alright though and he was. i stayed back so he could leave a little earlier.

i've been dealing with some personal turmoils so i decided to jump into the lake (this is often my solution to feeling intense emotions, for some reason). as i biked up to the lake and climbed down to the edge, i saw someone tear their shirt off and leap into the thrashing waves. i set my stuff down and looked over again. a boy was laying on his back, surrounded by his family. he wasn't moving. i squinted and kept watching. no one looked overly concerned, but it was clear that the boy was not doing too hot. as it turns out, that boy had been near drowning, and the person who leapt into the water had done so to pull him out and save him. the hero was thanked by the family and he biked away past me. i heard one of the boy's family members say "i thought you were a goner, bro!" i think so much of how close people are to true danger every day, and this was a big reminder of that.

after having been privy to such a situation, i did think for a moment if it was appropriate for me to jump into the water that was in fact quite intense. but i know myself, so i tore off my clothes and jumped in very quickly. the water was deep and wavy and brightly teal blue. i had little choice but to let it drag me around for a moment. i climbed up on the wall ladder, looked around for a moment, and fell backwards again into an incoming wave. i let it soak my hair (i love how the lake leaves my hair) and then let another wave crash into me before finally scrambling up to the concrete again. i ate some turkey, then took my leave as a herd of geese came honking close to me.

i dragged my bike up to the grassy area and laid out in my underwear in the sun. the sounds of the wind and cicadas was so beautiful. after maybe 15 minutes, i climbed a nearby tree, made friends with it, and then put on my shorts and sweater, and biked home.

i bought new glasses just now since they mailed me a coupon. they're cute frames, two pairs! my old ones are like 4 years old now...

I've been feeling really useless lately, but not in a self-deprecating way (not too self-deprecating, though, i think?). i just have really been trying to figure out what i'm up to these days and while the answer is "so much", it's also just as much "so little". which is very frustrating.

I'm going to look into setting up an online shop in a moment i think. i tabled at chicago fan expo the other day and i had quite a few people interested in my work, which really surprised me. i'm not sure how to focus my perspective and """talent""" into art that makes me feel like i'm really doing anything worth adding to the world, but if i can manage to do that, it would be cool.

maybe it can also be a side thing.

anyway. now i'm rambling.

i'm going to keep trying to ground myself today with breathing. it's something i picked up from thich nhat han and also my therapist (lmao). i used to hate the idea of "breathing" doing "anything" for me, but something really changed in the past month or so, and it totally makes sense now.

i hope everyone's having a nice day and so on and so forth :)

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires- Part 8

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 1000

Masterlist

I waited a while to ask you on a second date. I did that on purpose. For one, I knew you were busy and I didn't want you to have to say no to me. But also, I was busy myself. A new Stephen King book came out last week, and Mooney's has been a never ending parade of idiots who don't even read, but want to own the newest King, anyway.

It's three weeks later. We're in the back of a cab.

You're nervous, which is understandable.

I kept a book to the side, just for you. I was going to give it to you when we met up earlier, but then I realized you'd have to carry it around all day, so I decided to give it to you later.

We never ended up walking through New York together. We got too distracted just talking to each other. So when I texted you last weekend, my plan was to ask you to go on a walk with me. I had it all planned out. I know which routes you've walked, mostly, and was pretty confident I’d come up with a route you'd never think to follow on your own. But before I could bring up this plan, you said:

YOU: i kinda have a work thing soon

YOU: we're allowed +1s tho

YOU: wanna come?

ME: …Well, what kind of work thing?

A music festival, is what kind of thing. Apparently, your boss is one of the main sponsors.

Festivals aren't your kind of crowd, and you don't want to go, and I think you're regretting inviting me along.

It's not even your kind of music, this festival. It's not Guns ‘n Roses or Muse or Prince, which is what you put on at the café when the crowd finally started to thin. You smiled at me meekly and told me you're a poser - “I kind of only know Purple Rain, I'm that kind of Prince fan” - and I told you I consider Prince to be one of the great poets of our generation.

“Prince was born in 1958,” you'd said to me. I was surprised you knew that. “I wouldn't say he's ‘of our generation’.”

A poser wouldn't know that, (Y/n). You give yourself far too little credit.

Anyway, the music at this festival is mostly new pop, which I hate and which I know you hate. You're fiddling with your beanie (not black this time but mustard yellow) like it's your armor and you're wearing black jeans and a red knitted top (no bra, I can tell, and you want me to notice this) and red converse. Your nails are painted black, but the polish is already chipped because you keep picking at it.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I hate that this is happening on a Sunday,” you tell me. “Like, hello? We all have to work tomorrow.”

I nod.

“I'm sorry. I promise I'll be more fun, later,” you say. “I'm just not great with this stuff. I don't exactly go out to parties or anything.”

Which is the truth. I know this about you. You spend your weekends at home, reading or watching Netflix. Last night, you stayed up until three am and watched the old Planet of the Apes movies on your laptop. I could hear the sound from across the street, because you had your windows all the way open again.

“Was going to this thing mandatory?” I ask.

“I guess not, but I'm still sort of new and I feel bad saying no.”

“That's understandable.”

“Are you into festivals?”

“Not at all.”

“We don't have to stay very late, if we don't want to.”

NADIA: Omg good luck 😭

You take out your phone. You're texting someone and laughing and I don't like it, but then you lean over to show me and it's just Nadia. She's sent you a photo of a T-shirt that says ‘Sorry, I'm overstimulated’. I love that you are involving me.

You answer back: me and joe have to survive loud music today wish us luck

I like Nadia. She doesn't even hesitate to reply to your English message in English, because she knows I'm reading along.

“She seems like a good friend,” I say.

“Best friend in the world,” you answer. “We basically grew up together.”

“How does that work? Isn't she from Belgium?”

A pause. You're trying to remember if you told me that. You haven't, but I don't say anything and eventually you come to the conclusion that you must have.

“So, we lived in a border town,” you explain to me. “When we were kids, she lived on the Belgian side and I lived on the Dutch side, but we also lived on the same street.”

“Huh,” is all I say.

“Yeah.”

You shoot off another text and then you put your phone away. You turn your body to me to show me I have your full attention, and you take my hand.

I could kiss you right now. You'd let me.

“My coworkers can be a bit much,” you say.

“Understood.”

“They're all very opinionated. Especially when they've been drinking. It's best to just agree with them.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” you say.

You fiddle with your hat again. I put my hand on top of yours to stop you, then fiddle with your hat for you.

“You look great,” I say.

You're flattered. You're blushing.

“Thank you. So do you.”

I'm wearing jeans and a white shirt, and an old belt I got from a thrift shop. Nothing special. Yet you really mean it. You put your hand on my arm and you look at me and it's not just that I could kiss you. I want to. I really do. I want to say fuck this festival and take you home and watch old movies with you and fuck you until you forget your name.

The cab stops. We're here.

“Here goes nothing,” you say.

[creature-wizard]

What do you think about intuition? I’m in a course about listening to your intuition, and I think the teacher was lucky that she led herself to where she is (being successful). The teacher & just other people in general, seem to say that your intuition is like the thoughts that come up spontaneously. I think of it as like automatic writing but a mental version of it. There’s not really a fixed definition for intuition in the spiritual community which is annoying, but I kinda feel like it’s exaggerated and not as special as people make it out to be.

In the course, there was a live call where a uni student was unable to decide between 2 career paths. She said that when meditating her intuition told her “why not choose both paths?”. And then the teacher was like “yes! Of course. You can always do that. Trust this inner guidance.” But then a week later on the 2nd live call, the student says she ended up switching back to her former major and career path because she feels like thats what her intuition is now guiding her to?!?!? And then the teacher was supporting her and telling her that it’s okay.

But the fact that she was flip flopping back and forth makes me think she was never getting guidance from her intuition. I feel like it’s how I mentioned earlier, she was just doing a mental version of “automatic writing”. (In the course, we were taught to take a few deep breathes and ask our questions, and let the answers come). I feel like it is just whatever’s in the subconscious mind coming up and saying random stuff. I noticed this as well with people who think they’re tapping into the Akashic records, and people who think they’re channeling entities, gods, etc.

Im just so confused. But I know that maybe there is something out there. Like how do people receive warnings in dreams about things happening? Or like someone just knows something is wrong, and then they avoid death because they chose to leave the house 5 minutes later? Like idk.

When it comes to a non-dual approach, I learned that intuition can be seen as pure consciousness expressing itself through the ego self. So I feel like that may be true. The infinite expressing through what appears as finite.

Personally, I don't think there's anything mystical or supernatural about the intuition per se. I think it's easily mistaken for it because it can be so powerful and because we aren't really privy to its inner workings.

Here's a couple of paragraphs from an article on Psychology Today that I believe sums it up fairly well:

Intuition relies on evolutionarily older, automatic, unconscious, and fast mental processing, primarily to save our brains time or energy. It also is prone to make mistakes, such as cognitive biases.

Intuition later in life arises from the accumulation of knowledge and experiences that are processed and stored in our brain's neural networks, as well as other cells and tissues in our bodies, allowing us to access this information quickly, often unconsciously.

So essentially, intuition is not supernatural. It is useful, but it's also not infallible.

I think your comparison to automatic writing is accurate; it definitely describes what I've seen. I've watched a bunch of New Age types and yeah, that about sums up what they're doing. After you watch these people for awhile, it's obvious that the information they channel has very little to do with anything happening in the real world, but reflects the comprehension of a person who has been marinating their brain in New Age mythology and post-QAnon conspiracy theories for a substantial period of time. And it's very telling that the predictions they make keep failing - the medbeds never arrive, the fall of the shadow government never happens, the mass ascension to 5D never takes place. The predicted dates arrive, nothing happens, and instead of learning their lesson they just claim it's going to happen a little later. Wash, rinse, and repeat forever.

And I know what you mean about the dreams. Like I think in many cases, dreams are just putting things we kinda already know together in a way that makes it obvious for us, and I think there's probably some "prophetic" dreams that are coincidental. But I've known of people to have dreams that are so incredibly specific about something they couldn't have possibly seen coming in any way that the usual non-supernatural explanations just don't feel adequate, and it's not like we can actually test most of the supernatural ones. All I can really say on it at this point is "yeah, that happens."

[inaris-pokemon-world]

As the stream of strangers finally slowed, Matcha finally realized how much of the day has gone by.

"Gosh, we should probably take a lunch break," Matcha decided. "We know you already ate, but would you like more food, Inaris?"

"Nom!" Inari squeaked. "Nomnomnom!"

Matcha chuckled, lifting Inari onto one of their heads. "What do you feel like today? Berries?"

"Ahhh!" Inari gripped Matcha's fur with one paw and began pointing up with the other. "Uppie!"

Confused, Matcha looked up, careful to make sure Inari wouldn't tumble off. In the sky, there was something darting around, too far up to really get a good look at it. At least until it suddenly stopped in midair.

It wasn't flapping, so clearly it wasn't using wings to fly. It was purple too, a strange color for the desert. Matcha squinted up the purple creature, trying to figure out what it was doing, when it suddenly started moving. Right at them.

Matcha grabbed Inari and started booking it. Even if the creature wasn't after them, it was still best not to be in the blast zone when it hit earth. And it was going FAST, the shockwave of it hitting the ground strong enough to knock them over.

It took Matcha a moment to recover, and by the time they did, the creature was standing over them. Was that a Meowscarada? No, wrong color and too bottom heavy. Not to mention the super long tail. It looked like one of their earlier visitors, but the color was very different.

"Oops!" the feline creature said, accent definitely foreign. "Sorry, little guys. I thought you were someone else. I'm not too good at finding them like this."

"'Them'? 'Like this'?" Matcha asked, still a bit in shock.

The creature ignore them, or perhaps didn't hear them. "Hey, have you little bunnies seen...?"

They suddenly trailed off, staring at the little bundle of fur Matcha had clutched close to their bodies. Inari was wriggling against Matcha, squeaking indignantly at having been confined in any way. Matcha tried to shield Inari with their bodies, but the little Mew was too slippery and wormed their way out.

Before Matcha could even cry out to stop them, Inari darted over to the stranger, paws up.

[To be continued...]

...And that’s it for this year! Thanks to everyone who asked stuff for my lil mini event. If you have any questions about this little AU, please feel free to fire away. I'll answer what I can without spoiling the prime timeline ofc.

[sunnys-aesthetic]

Hello!

I'm not sure if you're still answering asks concerning your DCA Detective AU, so if you're not, feel free to ignore.

My question is: Who is this Pops? If I got it right, he's the boys' creator who died "due to health complications".

What was his relationship like with the boys, Eclipse especially? I assume there's some good stuff, as I remember you mentioning that Eclipse learnt some engineering skills from him, and decided to find out more behind his death (is that right? And that is what got him mad, infected, and a mafia boss in the first place?)

What is Pops' backstory? Is it something dark, that led to his death, like the past coming back to get him (what if he didn't die because of health issues but of something else and that was just a cover???).

And also...

Here to say that I really appreciate your work and art, I love the AUs you've come up with! Looking forward to seeing more of our favourite detectives and faes! And... this might be a bit of a sore topic, but I read the earlier ask about Sleuth Jesters and Naffeclipse. I feel so awed with how you handled it. I understand how people feel when something of theirs is used by another person, and even with credit they are not the more popular one. I don't think its my place to say this, but I'm proud with how you managed it. I don't know what goes on out of the phone, off the screen, but I admire your strength with this issue. It's great to know you're getting more recognition for this wonderful idea you brewed! And your art, scrumptious!

Of course, if all this makes you uncomfortable, you are welcome to ignore and delete.

Sending hugs <3

Woah! I just wanna say first and foremost: thank you for liking my stories and my characters! sorry it took me so long to respond, I have lots going on always all at once but since I’m taking today off to just unwind I’ve finally got a moment to type this up,

There’s toons of questions here to let me address them all!

1. Pops is indeed an old man who created sun, moon, and eclipse! Think of him as the Geppetto who created his own Pinocchio’s.

2. Pop’s story was definitely not dark at all, but it’s not to say he didn’t have some life struggles here and there. He was a mechanic, an engineer and a brilliant man, he simply wanted to show everyone bots could be taught just as humans can grow.

3. He was a very beloved man and mechanic in the small section of the city he lived in, basically everyone in the block and knew him or recommended his shop to get your repairs done at!

4. Im still undecided on his fate, but the gist of it was that pops discovered the mega corporation that was fazbear.co was doing shady business and human experimentation on their robots (along with some cold cases on various children) , and planned to tell his local paper, which he did! And while it gained traction, almost a month after a ‘accidental fire’ took place in his shop and it is assumed he died in it because his body wasn’t recovered. He just went missing :( along with any evidence that could incriminate the corporation.

5.eclipses and pops relationship was really close! they were family and eclipse saw him as a father figure :) . Eclipse became a detective, looked after his brothers and they kept the shop (they had to rebuild it) and was promoted to head chief , and sun and moon also grew up to be detectives, the best in their courses of course! Basically it was tough but things were actually starting to look bright and hopeful again.

Lastly, from the bottom of my heart thank you for your kind words. And I’m a little embarrassed honestly , I’ve never heard someone say they admire mE but//! Thank you!! (//`ー´//)

I’m giving you the biggest hug back!

[minlout3heathlegs3ruffthrokfan]

HTTYD Fanfic Story Idea Poll

Hello, everyone! Today, I've decided to make a poll due to it being the Year of the Dragon. It must be fate, so I'm determined to get a bunch of HTTYD fanfics done, mostly one-shots and stuff. However, this poll is to determine what multi-chapter, full-length story ideas to go with, because I can't decide. So I would appreciate some help, my dear followers! 😉🙏🏻

Keep in mind, I won't work on it immediately, due to currently working on a couple of fics already. However, once I'm done with them, then I'll work on whatever wins the poll vote.

I had meant to do this earlier this year, but time flew away from me and I never got around to it. Whoops. Teehee. 😜😅

There are several ideas I'd like to work on, however, I'm struggling to choose which one to start on first. Granted, I have a feeling I know what you guys want me to work on first, but I still wanted to ask anyways. 😏

So before you vote, I'd like to list down the options below and a little summary as to what each choice will be about.

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The Beast of Breakneck Bog || Beauty and the Beast AU (A Minlout Story)

A story for which Snotlout stars as the Beast, and Minden as Belle’s roll. Minden has been sheltered in her hometown her whole life, but she has always been fascinated in the tales of dragons and dragon riders. But when her parents disappear while on a journey, Minden decides to leave the safety of her home to go search for them, until she comes to a place both feared and the source of legends: Breakneck Bog, a realm where a famous ruler had once lived before darkness descended and cursed the place, and no one who lived there was ever heard from again, and the place was separated from where Minden had lived years ago. There are rumors of a monster that lurks in the Bog, snatching passing travelers to devour once he returns to his den. Nevertheless, Minden goes in, knowing that her parents must be here after a friend spotted them enter here.

When she enters the abandoned castle, she calls for anyone to answer her, only to run into the Monster of Breakneck Bog: A humagon. Half man, half dragon. She bargains with the creature to let her parents go in exchange for her to remain. But it’s so difficult when the occupant is so... monstrous.

Can Snotlout be able to become a human again? Can he get her to fall in love with him long enough for the curse to be lifted? Or is he doomed forever to be in this hideous form of a humagon?

The Impossible Quest (A Heathlegs Story)

When Thorvald (OC), Dagur and Heather’s cousin, requests Fishlegs’ audience on Berserk, he and Snotlout decide to go fly over there. However, the welcome is hardly friendly. It’s discovered that Thorvald found the love letters and poems between Fishlegs and Heather, and that according to Viking law, the punishment for tainting a chieftain’s female relative through love letters and poems is death.

However, since someone came and told him about the records proving that Fishlegs is a distant relative of the Berserker Royal Family, he will be exempt from this fate and will instead be forced to participate in an Impossible Quest in order to win Heather’s hand in marriage. Should he fail, not only will he not get Heather’s hand but his life will also be forfeit. The Quest? Fishlegs has to hunt down a dragon that’s been terrorizing the Forest Interior of Berserk and has been preventing the Berserkers from being able to get access to the area where the Berserk bees live to acquire their honey. Kill it and give Thorvald its head. 

Will Fishlegs and Snotlout be able to complete the Quest and defeat the dragon? Or will they fail and lose their lives or their honor? 

Tradition or Bust (A Minlout Story)

(Arranged Marriage AU)

Snotlout and his family is off to the Althing to find a bride for Snotlout. While he’s there, he surprisingly meets up with Minden and the other Wingmaidens. When he asks her why they’re here at the Althing, she replies that Freya has released them from her service by sending the Razorwhips away, thus freeing them from their vows. While several went back home, most have felt unwilling to leave their fellow sisters-in-arms and Atali decided to establish the Wingmaidens as an official Viking Tribe and now rules them as their Chieftess, with Minden as her Heir. As a consequence, the Wingmaidens are now searching for men amongst their allies and Atali’s own clan for potential husbands. The catch? Those men have to cut all ties with their former community and join the Wingmaidens at theirs. It’s not strictly a matriarchal society, but neither is it patriarchal. 

Of course, Minden wishes for Snotlout to be her groom, and formally asks him to marry her. While Snotlout is both shocked, surprised, and ecstatic, he’s also hesitant and afraid because he knows that his father would be against this match, being a fierce and stubborn traditionalist to the Old Ways.

And he’s right. When Spitelout finds out, he’s furious. With Snotlout being his only male heir, Spitelout wants and expects Snotlout to remain on Berk with their family clan, so that he can inherit the mantle once Spitelout either steps down or dies. Thus he demands that either Minden join HIS clan or she can find someone else.

Can Snotlout and Minden overcome Spitelout’s chauvinistic thinking? Will they be able to be together? Or will they have to part their separate ways and marry someone else?

Snotlout’s Impossible Quest (A Minlout Story)

(Arranged Marriage AU)

An alternative story to “Tradition or Bust” where instead of Minden asking for Snotlout’s hand, Snotlout asks for Minden’s hand. This time, instead of the Wingmaidens, it’s just Minden with her maternal family — Atali and her family, with her (Atali’s) brother at the forefront as Chief of their Tribe. Not very impressed with Snotlout, and with other men competing for the hands of Minden and Linden, Atali’s brother offers Snotlout an ultimatum: either he completes an Impossible Quest of his (the Chief’s) choosing, or he relinquishes his chance of winning Minden’s hand.

Snotlout the Goldsmith (A Minlout Story)

(Saga AU) A story where Snotlout and his brothers Throk and Fishlegs are out hunting and run into a group of Valkryies bathing. As they watch, they see some ne’er-do-wells trying to take advantage of them and corner them, so they decide to come to their rescue. Afterwards, the Valkryies introduce themselves as Heather, Minden, and Ruffnut. They then offer themselves to the men, each of them choosing the man they wish to marry. But they warn that they’ll be off to join in Odin’s wars after a long hiatus. So for several years they end up happy living together and even starting to have children of their own. But eventually they disappear as promised. Saddened, Throk and Fishlegs abandon their homes as they go on a journey to find their wives again, leaving Snotlout, and their children, to remain behind, Snotlout having faith that his wife will return one day, and thus continues life as usual.

However, Mala, Queen of the region where they live, hears of them and how Snotlout is a legendary goldsmith and warrior, and with a prophecy which foretells of this, Mala sends soldiers to take them and tries to pressure Snotlout to marry her. But Snotlout’s heart is still set for his absent wife.

Will Snotlout be able to get out and escape? Will the wives of Snotlout and his brothers ever return?

A Warrior, A Dragon, and the Princess Trapped in the Tower (A Ruffthrok Story)

(Saga/Fairytale AU) Ruffnut entered a tower to search for some goodies and find her brother, but she ends up trapped in the tower. Turns out it’s a trap made by a dragon and it imprisons her in the tower. So Ruffnut, absolutely bored out of her mind, just looks on in annoyance as warriors from all over the Viking world try to slay the dragon, only to be defeated. But hark! A warrior comes. Who is he? His name is Throk. Will he succeed in defeating the dragon and freeing Ruffnut from her prison of eternal boredom?

Switching Places (A Minlout Story)

(Arranged Marriage AU)

When Spitelout takes Snotlout to the Althing in search for a bride to carry on the Jorgenson name, he (Snotlout) certainly wasn’t expecting to see Minden of all people — not only without any Wingmaidens around, but also with her twin sister, Linden (OFC), Atali and her family. And he DEFINITELY wasn’t expecting that Minden and Linden were Atali’s biological daughters and Atali’s brother’s foster daughters. When Snotlout asks if her family’s looking for a husband for her and Linden, and their foster father cuts in and explains that yes, they are — that is to say that LINDEN is, and that Minden actually already has a young man whom he plans on marrying her to, much to Snotlout’s shock and Minden’s chagrin.

As if to make matters worse, Snotlout runs into the guy, and instead of apologizing, the man demands Snotlout to apologize, riling the latter up. If that doesn’t stoke the fire for conflict, the Twins decide to honor Loki by contributing to the conversation and managing to put a speechless Snotlout into an even deeper hole by declaring a duel between Snotlout and Minden’s almost-fiance: the winner gets to marry Minden. At the same time, Linden begins to form a plan to get Minden and Snotlout together — one that will be incredibly risky and could involve either much dishonor or even Snotlout’s death.

Can Snotlout survive the duel and defeat his love rival for Minden’s hand? Or will he fail and lose honor and face — and possibly his life? And what is Linden scheming with that brain of hers?

Case of the Missing Razorwhips (A HTTYD Short-story with Minlout and Heathlegs)

When the Gang gets a message from Atali informing them of missing Razorwhips, they go to Wingmaiden Island to help them solve the mystery. Can they figure it out before the Razorwhips are once again on the verge of endangerment? And how will Snotlout ever find the time amongst the chaos to play footsie with Minden?

Atali Gets Amnesia (A HTTYD Short-story with Minlout)

After suffering an accident, Atali has lost all memory of being a Wingmaiden — and is even scared of dragons like a normal Viking. Not knowing what to do, the Wingmaidens seek the aid of the Riders. When nothing seems to work, Hiccup comes up with the idea to use hypnotism to try to awaken her memories, and asks Snotlout to work his magic! 

Will Snotlout succeed in his task? Will Atali be able to recover her memories and her old self back? Or will Snotlout blunder it up as usual? 

Life At Caldera Cay (A Ruffthrok Story)

[Ruffnut x Throk, Tuffnut x OFC] 

What if Ruffnut had accepted Throk’s proposal during “Snuffnut”? However, she only accepts if Throk allows Tuffnut to come with them, convincing him that having Tuffnut around would be beneficial for domestic duties. After the nice foot massages, Throk can’t help but agree. So Tuffnut goes with Ruffnut and Throk back to Caldera Cay, where Ruffnut becomes Throk’s wife. This story follows them as they live their new life, and there also seems to be a local Defender who appears to find Tuffnut’s personality endearing.

Emperor's New Groove AU (A Minlout/Heathlegs/Ruffthrok Story)

Where Snotlout's the Emperor/King, but is blind when an enemy from within turns him into a dragon or a sheep or a boar (you guys decide). He then gets the help of a village chief (Fishlegs) to help him find the cure to bring him back to being a human. He also does a little soul-searching along the way.

Snotlout’s A Daddy AU (A Minlout Story)

(Modern AU)

When playboy and wealthy Snotlout makes a terrible mistake, Minden has enough and leaves him. Little does he know that his life’s about to change several months later. When Snotlout find a baby on his doorstep, he finds out through a letter that it’s HIS courtesy of Minden, and that if he can prove himself to be a good father to their child, then she’ll return to him.

Not the type who’s good with babies, not even his own, he enlists the help of his buddies Throk and Fishlegs, and even Hiccup. Hilarity ensues as they learn how to raise a baby and become a new father/uncles. Will they succeed, or will it end with a loaded diaper? Will Snotlout be able to get back together with Minden, now that he realizes how precious she is to him?

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Thank you very much for your support! I look forward to the results of your votes, and I'll let you guys know what the top 3 choices were by the end of the poll!

Minlout! Heathlegs! Ruffthrok! Oi, Oi, Oi!

— Minlout3Heathlegs3RuffthrokFan

[obxpogue4l]

mainlander

when kiara’s cousin gets sent to the obx from the mainland when her parents get arrested, she fits right in. meanwhile as the sad truth about her situation comes to light jj realizes he might have more in common with her than he thinks..

comfort & angst are my fav so. also i’ve never written on here before but i loveee reading fanfic and thought writing it would be fun! enjoy!

warnings: angst, mentions of arrest/ bad home life, not proofread lol, me not knowing how this works

ch.1

“she’s my cousin. she’s gonna be staying at my house for a while.” kiara announces to the rest of the pogues as they make their way into the wreck in hopes of finding some food. little did the friends know that y/n, the girl that kiara was talking about had already arrived and was eating at the wreck after a long day of traveling to the obx.

“hey kie.. long time no see yea?” says the girl in the restaurant as she stands up from her table where she is eating with a slight chuckle and smile.

“y/n! oh my god hi! i didn’t know you would already be here?!” kiara says excitedly rushing to you and throwing her arms around you. you both giggle and give each other a squeeze before backing away. you notice her friends that had come in with her were now standing directly behind her. “guys, this is y/n” kiara begins. “kiara’s cousin. who will be staying at her house for a while” you say jokingly giving her a glance as you refer to what you overheard her say earlier before turning to the boys with a smile. she laughs before continuing, “right yes, and these are my friends jj, john b., and pope.” “hello! howdy!” the boys pipe up. “just friends?” jj jokes, receiving a look from kiara & the other boys. “you’ll learn quickly it’s better to ignore him. it’s nice to meet you.” says pope politely. “hi nice to meet you guys too.” you smile shyly. you all stand there for a second and then hear a voice coming from behind you.

“kiara honey sit and eat with y/n i’ll bring more out for you boys too.” mrs. carrera walks in from the kitchen. “thank you! i was just about to ask.” kie says sitting down and motioning for the boys to join. you all begin eating and it feels like how you left off with kiara. she asks you the basics of what you’ve been up to, how school has been etc. you answer politely only covering surface level stuff while she and her friends listened closely but you were more interested in hearing about her and her friends. they all had crazy stories to tell. after what you had come from, you did not expect that moving in with your rich cousin and her “strict parents” as kie would put it, would start off in a night of laughter. you were skeptical about just how at home you were going to feel here but at this very moment you felt like everything might be ok.

the next day:

you woke up to the smell of breakfast being made in the downstairs kitchen of the home you would be staying in for the foreseeable future. one nice thing about staying with the Carrera’s is that you wouldn’t go hungry you thought to yourself. you rolled over in bed to check your phone and finally decided to get up. you pulled yourself together and put a shirt on over the sports bra and shorts your slept in and made your way downstairs. “good morning y/n, i hope you’re hungry! i made breakfast before i have to head to the wreck for lunch rush.” you hear mrs. carerra say as she wipes her hands on a towel after setting a pan of food on the counter. you smiled politely and took a seat at the counter, “oh thank you, it looks and smells amazing.” “see someone appreciates our cooking!” mr. carrera says from his position at the stove, hinting at kiara who you saw make her way down the stairs & start looking in the pantry for some cereal. you grab a piece of bacon and smile at their comments. “anyway.. what do you wanna do today?” kiara ignores them and walks to sit down by you. you shrug and mumble an “mmhmm” while chewing on your bacon because truly you had no idea what there even was to do here. “well we could go to the beach that’s always fun, have you ever been surfing?? or we could hit up the boys, see what they’re doing today. hmm.. what else?” “it all sounds fun i have never been surfing though” you admit. “perfect i’ll hit up the guys, you can use one of my boards and i’ll teach you!” oh yay. embarrassment in front of your coolest cousin and her cute friends on your second day here. “that sounds.. eventful..” you say and kiara notices your unenthusiastic tone and slightly worried face. “ohh come on it’ll be fun!” she says pulling you up to go get ready. “bye mom bye dad!” “kie- kiara you be careful!” mrs. carrera sighs as you both head upstairs.

[lilyvalleygames]

I found your demo through 14dwy and I'm so glad I did :D I enjoyed playing it and now I'm left patiently craving for more

If you're still answering questions- did you have any inspirations in mind when creating the characters? If thats too much to answer then perhaps just Johann specifically? He is giving Mr. Darcy in the best way

Hello! I am absolutely answering questions, and thank you for asking one! I told myself that I would take two weeks off of dev stuff but here I am, already plotting out how Day 2 is going to go haha

As for character inspiration, there have been a LOT of characters that have inspired me! I'm a big Pride & Prejudice fan myself, and while Johann wasn't intentionally pulling Mr. Darcy (I'm a longtime fan of the 1995 BBC mini-series adaptation) I can definitely see where you're coming from!

Before I started on CC, I had a few different OCs floating around my brain that eventually coalesced into the Johann we know today! Johann actually really solidified in my mind while I was sketching out his different expressions way earlier in development. I wanted someone who was deeply obsessed with the MC (naturally) and willing to do just about anything to get them. At first, I was imagining a more moody, taciturn version of Johann, who desired power for power's sake, and believed that acquiring power would eventually let him marry whomever he chooses-- like getting so OP that no one can really tell him who to marry anymore, given his status.

From there, I started thinking about how that might work in high-class social circles. Moodiness isn't exactly a great trait for making connections in business, so I did some reworking and decided that he'd be the type to maintain composure in almost any situation. Frankly, I find that kind of personality to be more frightening.

Later, I started developing characters that would eventually be his school chums (they'll be revealed in Day 2) and I realized that the composed persona crumbling in front of the right people could be super entertaining!

I am a longtime P&P fan but Jane Austen's characters tend to be (imo) less conniving and more... gentle, I guess? There's an element of comfort and decency that I find in Austen's characters, and I love that about them! But my characters are distinctly a little more... Brontë adjacent, I'd say? I'm definitely going for something more gothic and tangled.

TL;DR Johann has more social skills than Darcy but much fewer scruples lol

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Ten

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), alcohol and marijuana usage, swearing, discussions of virginity, vulnerability, grinding, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving)

Buckle up, y'all. The moment you've been waiting for: Presley loses her virginity to Colson. I appreciate all the feedback!

Presley

Olivia and I are backstage while the boys perform, and as much as we like watching them, we decided to sneak away to her dressing room for some quiet. She sips a beer and I take hits off my pen every so often. She seems so relaxed, but I’m not sure I’ve ever been so jittery in my life. I can’t believe I told Colson I was ready.

It’s not that I was being dishonest. I am ready. He could’ve taken me the first night and I would’ve been okay with it. But no matter how much I trust him, this is a big step for me. Actual penetration, to me, is the closest two humans can be. I want it to live up to the hype. I’m also scared of getting more attached than I already am. 

I’ve zoned out for the fourth time during only one story of Olivia’s, and finally, she huffs at me, but her eyes are playful. “Pres,” she says. “Where the hell are you?”

I smile sheepishly. “Sorry,” I say, shaking my head to try to snap myself out of it. 

She studies my face and I shift uncomfortably under her scrutiny. She narrows her eyes at me. “Hey, Pres?” she asks.

“Y-yeah?” I answer, my mouth feeling extremely dry. I reach for my water bottle and take a shaky sip. 

“Can we stop pretending I don’t know about you and Colson?” Her tone is casual and calm, but it ignites a fire in me and I startle, eyes widening. Oh god. I’m nauseous. How does she know? Does this mean Cash knows? Holy fuck – “Cash doesn’t know,” she says, interrupting my thoughts. “In fact, he’s the most oblivious person I’ve ever met.”

“Oh thank god,” I breathe, slumping a little in relief. “Liv, you can’t tell him–”

“Relax, Pres,” she says, putting a perfectly manicured hand to my knee, “I won’t. It’s not my business.”

I bite my lip hard. “How do you know?”

She shrugs. “People act differently once they’ve fucked,” she says simply. “It becomes pretty obvious.”

I blink at her. “Colson and I haven’t…” She gives me a look and I shake my head. “Honestly! We’ve done other stuff, but we haven’t had sex. I’ve, um, I’ve never even…”

Olivia raises a brow. “Wait. You’re a virgin?” she asks. My cheeks redden but I nod. “No way,” she says, covering her mouth. “No offense, but it shocks me that Colson is pursuing you.”

I flinch a little. “He’s different than he seems, Liv,” I say quietly. “He…he asked me to be his girlfriend earlier today.”

Olivia is silent for a moment, and then she lets out an incredulous laugh. “I’ll be damned. Holy shit. It’s about time,” she says.

“For what?” I ask, brow furrowing. 

“For Colson to stop moping over Megan and find someone actually good for him,” she says. “I mean, I see the way he looks at you, but I didn’t think he was ready to try romance again.”

I shrug, and I can’t help the little smile that crosses my face. “Yeah. He’s…he’s so sweet, Liv,” I tell her, and she softens, smiling. “He’s so gentle and patient and he just gets me, you know?”

“I do know,” she says, eyes sparkling, and I smile when I realize she’s talking about Cash. And then, anger flares inside me.

“Do you know that Cash has been telling Colson not to pursue anything with me?” I ask.

Olivia shakes her head quickly as if to clear away the disbelief. “Wait, what?!”

“Yeah,”  I say sharply. “He’s told Colson several times now not to try anything with me.”

Olivia snorts. “Well, Cash is a dumbass then, seeing as he’s made you room with Kells so many times,” she says.

“Exactly!” I say. “Although, I guess you did say he’s oblivious.” 

“Blinded by his own relationship,” Olivia says knowingly, nodding slowly. “It isn’t Cash’s business who you date.”

“Exactly what I said!” I say. “But Colson told me I should wait until the tour ends. Otherwise Cash might blow up and leave the tour.”

Olivia frowns. “That’s not fucking fair,” she says.

I shake my head. “No, I agreed, Colson isn’t wrong–”

“No, Cash is wrong,” she says. “It’s not fair that he gets to enjoy his relationship and you and Colson have to hide.”

“That’s exactly what I said,” I mutter. “But my brother is stubborn as fuck. I wouldn’t put it past him to do some dumb shit like punch Colson or leave the band.”

Olivia winces. “That would be really bad.”

“I know.”

Olivia sighs. “Okay. So you wait ‘til the end of tour. That’s not so bad, right?” 

I shrug weakly. “I guess not. Just sucks because I want to be unashamedly all over my boyfriend.” The word feels weird in my mouth, but I like the way it sounds. My boyfriend. Colson. 

Olivia smiles slowly. “Fuck all that. I’m so happy for you guys,” she said. “I couldn’t have handpicked someone better for Kells, honestly.”

“Thank you,” I say, beaming.

“Now, can we go back to the virginity thing?” she asks, and my smile fades, but I nod.

“If I can manage to room with him,” I say, “we’re going to tonight.”

Olivia’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit,” she says. “I’ll make it happen. Don’t you worry.” 

“Really?” I ask, nerves and excitement dancing in my belly.

“Yes, of course!” she says. “This is a big deal, Pres!”

“I know,” I agree, wiping my sweaty palms on my thighs. “I’m a little scared.”

Olivia softens and pets my leg. “From what it sounds like, Colson will be so good to you,” she says. “Just be honest with him. Don’t rush it.”

“It’s gonna hurt,” I say with a wince. “He’s…sorry. He’s your friend.”

“Oh, his dick is huge,” Olivia says bluntly. “We all know it. We’ve all seen Kells naked at one point or another. We’ve all walked in on him fucking, too.”

I cringe. “Yeah. Me too.”

Olivia winces sympathetically. “Yeah. Kells is– was– a manwhore. We love him, though.” She studies my face. “Hey,” she says. “It might hurt. But my advice is to do a shit ton of foreplay. Like, a lot. Have an orgasm before you even have sex, if possible. It’ll make it easier.”

I blush. I’ve never had a girlfriend to talk about this with before, but it’s nice not to be carrying this alone. I trust Olivia, and I really like her. I’m glad she agrees that Cash is being a douche. It tells me how good she is for my brother. 

“I’ll figure out the hotel situation,” she says. “Your job is to enjoy tonight.” 

XX

Olivia is amazing, and she came through. She told Cash that she and I were planning on rooming together tonight but that she was missing him, and he gladly switched rooms with me, all too focused on his relationship. I’m furious at him, but I pretend that I’m not. He’s too wrapped up to notice something’s off with me. 

Besides, my happiness with Colson makes up for it. I’m in pure bliss, knowing he’s mine and I’m his. I’m a mix between giddy and nervous as I lie on the hotel bed. Colson is in the shower. He insisted he take one even though I assured him I don’t mind being with him, post-concert and sweaty. It’s kind of endearing actually. He cares so much about this. He wants it to be perfect, I can tell.

So do I. I fluctuate constantly between scared and turned on. Once Colson is out of the shower and here with me, I’ll feel better. He turns off the shower and I tense up, fidgeting on the bed. This is happening. This is happening very soon.

Colson comes out of the bathroom in a pair of boxer briefs, hair still wet and messy from being towel dried. He looks amazing, as always. I love the way his briefs hug him just right, and I have an urge to tell him to turn around so I can check out his ass, but I can’t seem to find my voice.

He crosses the room to me, standing at the side of the bed, and reaches out to tuck my hair behind my ear. “How you doing, pretty girl?” he asks softly. 

I bite my lip and reach out for him. “Good,” I say, voice nearly a whisper. He sits on the bed with his back against the headboard, then pulls me into his lap. He slides his hands up and down my sides, admiring the silky slip I’m wearing. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, looking up at me with those ice blue eyes. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

I bite my lip and then lean in to kiss him. His kisses always relax me, so it will calm me down. Colson’s big hands land on my ass and squeeze, and I start to grind against him, but for some reason, I’m not as turned on as I usually am. It probably has something to do with the giant knot of anxiety in my stomach. 

Colson notices. Of course he does. He seems to know me better than I know myself. “Hey,” he murmurs, cupping my face in his hands. His brow is furrowed in concern and he’s frowning. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I’m embarrassed at the fact that my eyes are watering. This whole thing is so embarrassing. Why is this so hard for me? It feels like everyone else can get naked so easily. I’m 23 goddamn years old. What is wrong with me?

“Hey, Pres,” Colson coos, pulling me in close for a hug. Strong arms wrap around my waist and hold my close. “Shh, baby, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as my tears soak his neck. I’m shaking like a leaf and I’m so humiliated. 

Colson laughs softly. “Oh, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing.” He kisses my shoulder and rocks me a bit. “Pres? Can you look at me?”

I don’t move. It’s too fucking embarrassing.

“Presley,” he says. “Hey, what’s your middle name?” 

“Maeve.”

“Presley Maeve Carver,” he says, and my mouth twitches. “Will you just fuckin’ look at me? Please?”

I take a deep breath and finally do as I’m told, pulling back from our embrace. Immediately, Colson’s hands are on my face, wiping away my tears. He smiles sweetly at me and instantly, my anxiety starts to edge back down. I sniffle, feeling so vulnerable, but so very safe. How does Colson do it? Make me feel like nothing and no one can hurt me.

“Pres,” he says. “When I asked you to be my girlfriend, I wasn’t asking because I thought it meant you’d sleep with me.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I asked you to be my girlfriend because I love everything about you. You’re perfect just as you are. Okay?” 

I hesitate, but then nod.

“Baby, there’s never any pressure,” he says. “I love what we do together. I’m not in any rush to have sex with you. I mean, I would love to, don’t get me wrong.”

"I want to,” I say with a sniffle. “It just doesn’t feel right. Not right now.”

Colson looks around. “Kind of impersonal at a hotel, huh?”

I nod timidly. 

Colson nods slowly. “We’ll be in LA in a week,” he says. “That’s where my house is. No one else will be around. We’ll have all the time in the world.”

I relax immediately. “That sounds better,” I admit. “Are you sure you’re okay with waiting?”

“Pres, I’d wait forever for you,” he blurts. And then he clears his throat, cheeks reddening. But his words have me biting back a smile. 

I love you. The words want to burst out of me so badly, but I hold them in. Not yet. It’s still so soon. Even though the words read extremely true, even more so after tonight. 

Colson

I can’t get back to LA soon enough.

It’s not because I can’t wait to have sex with Presley. I mean, of course I’m looking forward to it. I love her and I want to show her. I want to connect with her in that way. But that’s why I’m so happy to be back home. Time alone at my house will give us more time to connect, and maybe even talk about what the future will hold. 

I can’t believe I ever wanted to marry Megan. In hindsight, I’m so fucking glad I was just her rebound because if we were still together, I never would’ve found out what real love is. I never would’ve connected with Presley like this. And when I say this girl was made for me, I mean it.

The longer we’re together, the more I notice things about her. She has freckles. Tiny, almost invisible freckles. They came out when we were in The Maldives and she got a tan. She also has a birthmark in her inner thigh the shape of a chicken leg. Not even kidding. It’s hilarious and cute. When she laughs really hard, she snorts, and her nose wrinkles in the cutest way. I know I’m in deep because it’s the little things I love the most.

Our plane landed a couple of hours ago and we just got back to my house. Our suitcases are in my room and Presley stands in the doorway, looking around. I love my room. My bed is huge, I have blackout curtains on every window for prime sleeping, and it’s designed for comfort. I spend more time in here than in any other room in the house. 

I come up behind Presley and wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back against me and sighs. “I love your house, Col,” she says. “It’s so nice. It’s so you.”

I grin and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you.” I let go of her and cross the room, tearing off my shirt. “I need a shower,” I announce.

“Me too,” Presley agrees. 

I lean on the doorframe of the bathroom and look her up and down. “Come shower with me,” I say.

Presley’s eyes immediately darken with lust and she bites her lip, tucking one leg behind the other. “Okay,” she says, voice small, but I can tell she wants it. I smirk and drop my jeans, stepping out of them, leaving me in only a pair of boxer briefs. Presley’s eyes widen slightly and she peels off her t-shirt and tugs down her leggings. Slowly, I stalk towards her, my eyes on hers the entire time, and when I get to her, I slip my hands into the sides of her panties and push them down. She gulps as she steps out of them. I lift her hands to my shoulders and then expertly unlatch her bra, tugging it down her arms. She grabs my boxer briefs and tugs them down, too, and finally, we’re both naked together.

The sexual tension in this room is absolutely unreal. Ever since our night in the hotel, we haven’t even had a second of alone time. It seems like someone’s always there, and more often than not, it’s Cash. My friend, my enemy. God, the guy makes me mad, but I’m also terrified of what’s going to happen when we tell him the truth. Will he get up and punch me out? Will he leave? I have no idea.

But right now, I can’t bring myself to care, because Presley stands in front of me, gorgeously naked, and soon enough, I will have all of her. I’ll be inside of her, and I’ll show her that I love her. That she never needs to be afraid again. That she can trust me. A shiver rolls down my spine at the mere thought of it. 

I take her hand and pull her with me into the bathroom where I start my shower and pull two fluffy towels from my cabinet. I throw them in the towel warmer and turn it on, and Presley lifts a brow. I smirk and shrug. She shakes her head and grins. “Rich people shit,” she says, and I laugh. But my laugh cuts off abruptly when she steps into my space and curls her fingers around my already half hard dick. I swallow hard and look down at her, letting my hands move down her back. I love how confident she’s getting.

Wordlessly, we step into the shower. Immediately, Pres goes for the shampoo and lathers some in her hands. “Turn around,” she says. My brows raise but I do. I tilt my head back with a groan when I feel Presley’s long fingernails against my scalp. My eyes close and my mouth hangs open.

“That feels so good,” I moan, and I make a mental note to ask her to play with my hair more often. Presley takes her time shampooing my hair, then adds some conditioner. I lean towards the water to rinse it and then grab the bottle of shampoo. I gesture for her to turn around and when she does, I stare shamelessly at her ass. I can’t help it. 

It’s my turn to massage the suds into her long hair and her turn to sigh and melt into the touch. I watch as goosebumps rise on her skin, even under the hot water, and smile a little. So sensitive and reactive, wherever I touch. Once her hair is rinsed and conditioned, she grabs the bottle of body wash and looks up at me. I gulp. 

She pours some of the soap into her hands and massages it in until it lathers, then gestures for me to turn around and starts with my back. She takes her time rubbing the soap into my shoulders and then slowly down my back. Finally, I feel her hands land on my ass and squeeze gently, and I can’t help but smirk. No idea why but Presley loves my ass so much, but she’s obsessed with it. She massages my cheeks and I chuckle silently. 

“Turn around,” she says, and when I do, I notice how dark her eyes have gotten. Desire swirls in my gut and I pull her close. She grabs some more soap and slowly starts rubbing it into my chest, her eyes following her hands. Down my stomach, she admires me, looking at me like I’m the most perfect thing she’s ever seen, and out of fucking nowhere, I’m hit with a huge wave of vulnerability. No one has ever looked at me like this. No one. Shit, and now my throat is tight. What the fuck is happening?

“Pres,” I say, voice rough with emotion, and she lifts her eyes to mine. She’s so stunning, her green eyes sparkling as she looks at me, hanging on my every word. I sigh and run a hand over her wet hair, my other hand sliding down her waist. 

“Cols?” she questions when I don’t say anything else. Her hands continue to stroke my stomach, my hips. I swallow the lump in my throat and keep looking at her. I can’t say anything. My throat is too tight. She softens a little and smiles gently at me. “I know, baby,” she murmurs. “I know.” She leans in and kisses me, and the kiss is everything. It’s so full of love and care, and I realize all at once that this is it. There’s no one else for me. Presley is my present and my future. I’ll never feel for anyone the things I feel for Presley. 

I wrap her up in my arms and hold her so tightly that my arms tremble a little. I’m realizing that for the first time, I might actually make love instead of fuck. The vulnerability is so striking that it scares me, but I can be vulnerable with Presley. I’ve always been able to. 

We hurry through the rest of our shower and once we’re dried off, I grab Pres by the hips and back her slowly into the room. She watches me the whole time, trusting me to get her safely to my bed. Once the backs of her knees hit the bed, she sits. Her hands are all over me: my waist, my stomach, my chest. My ass, my dick. At this point, I’m so hard that I’m leaking but it doesn’t matter. Tonight is about Presley and showing her that sex doesn’t need to be scary. It can be safe and loving. Shit, I’m learning as much as she is. 

“Get in bed, baby,” I tell her, and she does as she’s told, pulling back the covers to slide between my soft sheets. She sighs in pleasure and scoots over to make room for me. I crawl in beside her and slide my palm over her stomach, feeling the way it tenses slightly. I swear to god, her eyes haven’t left mine since we got here. 

Finally, we’re lying side by side in my bed, with no plans for the day, no reason to rush, and no one else around. We have all the time in the world together, just like we did in The Maldives, and I know that relaxes Presley, knowing she doesn’t have to rush. I know she’s scared. Of course she is. Having sex for the first time is a big deal whether or not people like to pretend it isn���t. I need this to be good for Presley, to be special. She deserves it, especially after holding out for so long.

For now, all I want to do is kiss her. I pull her closer so her leg drapes over my waist, and as my hand slides down the curve of her back, I press my mouth to hers. Her little sigh travels right to my cock and I groan softly, teasing her lips with my tongue. She opens her mouth for me and I graze my tongue against hers, teasing her. I love the way she tastes. 

Rolling her onto her back, I hover over her, taking control over the kiss. Presley is helpless to do anything but moan and pant as I melt her with kisses. I can feel her squirm beneath me, and I know she wants this. I know she’s wet just from kissing me, and I can’t wait any longer to feel her.

I let my fingers trace down her neck, and then I squeeze her breast gently. I love the way her tits fit in my hands, love the way her back arches when my thumbs brush over her sensitive nipples. Love the whines that fall from her lips when I play with her tits. I groan and roll onto my back, pulling her to straddle me so my hands are free. 

She sits up and watches me as I bring both hands up, cupping her breasts before squeezing them gently. She mewls and her head falls back, stomach tensing as I roll my thumbs over her nipples. “Colson,” she whines, hips jerking a little, and I know she’s fucking soaked. She gets wet so easily, so sinfully fucking wet, and I can’t wait to bury myself inside her. 

“Feels good, huh baby?” I say lowly, and she nods, brow furrowing with pleasure. “Yeah. That's my girl.” She practically melts into a puddle at my words, biting down on that sweet bottom lip. “Pres,” I rasp. I can’t stop talking to her. I think she likes it when I talk to her in bed. “Tell me. Are you wet for me, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” she moans, and as she does, she grinds against my bare cock. I let out a stuttering gasp as she slides against me, and instantly, my dick is wet. Holy shit. This girl is going to kill me. Cardiac arrest at 29. This is where it ends. 

“Do that again,” I plead, voice tight as my hands abandon her tits in favor of gripping that ass. Immediately, she does as she’s told, and the way my dick fits against her is too perfect. Suddenly, the words are there on the tip of my tongue. I love you. But I hold them in. Not yet.

“Fuck, Presley,” I grunt as she continues to grind on me, rolling her hips more quickly. She gasps as her hips stutter, and my eyes flick up to her face. She’s in total ecstasy, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut. I lift my hips on her next grind and those eyes fly open as she cries out, pressing her hands to my chest.

“Ohh, Colson, fuck,” she moans, voice shaky. “Fuck, baby, I–” She doesn’t finish her sentence, and part of me wonders if she’s holding the words back, too. But that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is the angel falling apart above me right now, rolling her wet pussy against my cock over and over. 

“That’s it,” I groan, digging my fingertips into her ass. “Make yourself come, Pres. Grind that clit on me until you explode.”

“O-ohhh,” Presley whines, hips jerking at my words. “Y-yeah…”

“Come on, baby, tell me you’re close,” I plead.

She nods frantically. “Y-yes, so fucking cl-close, Col.” Her voice is so beautifully broken, and I grip her ass harder so she grinds into me with more pressure, and as she does, her body goes rigid. Her spine straightens up as her breath catches in her throat, and then she wails, spasming against me. She gushes around my cock until I can feel her arousal trickle down my balls. It’s the sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. 

When she’s done, she collapses on my chest and pants. I stroke her hair as she comes down, and I focus on the feel of her heartbeat against my chest. When she catches her breath, she lifts her head to look at me. Her hand finds mine and she squeezes. “Hey,” she says softly, those eyes soft and loving as they look at me.

“Pres,” I sigh, kissing her gently. 

“Col, I want you,” she says. “All of you. I’m ready, baby, please.” She sounds almost frantic and all it does is turn me on more, and fuck, I’m definitely coming way too soon tonight. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside someone, and she’s different. I’m in love with her. I’m ten times more attracted to her than I ever have been to anyone else, and I feel like a teenager again, worried about busting the second I get balls deep. 

I swallow hard and gently roll her onto her back. Reaching into my nightstand, I come back with a condom. Her eyes light up a little. “Can I put it on you?” she asks.

I whine lowly in the back of my throat and my cock twitches, reminding me of just how little control I have. “Of course,” I tell her. She wets her lips and takes the packet from me, ripping it open. She pulls out the condom and examines it for a second. I push the blankets down, making it easier for her, and she places it over the crown of my dick. I shudder at the feeling and watch as she rolls the latex down. I don’t mind condoms. Better safe than sorry. I just hope it feels good for her.

Once the condom is on, I shift so I’m hovering over her, and then I get between her legs. “Just relax,” I murmur, leaning in to pepper gentle kisses over her collarbones. I stroke her hips gently, wanting her to be as relaxed and pliant as she possibly can be. This is going to hurt. There’s no way around it. 9 inches is a lot for anyone to take, but especially a virgin. For the first time, I feel guilty about my size. The last thing I want to do is hurt Pres, but I know it won’t always hurt. 

She looks up at me with worried eyes and I kiss her gently. “Baby, I promise I’ll go so slow,” I assure her. “You’re in control here, okay? Do you trust me?”

“More than anything,” she says, pushing my hair back gently. “Just…be careful, okay?”

I nod, kissing her cheek softly. “Deep breath for me.” I reach down and grip my cock, rubbing the tip up and down over her clit. Her ass tightens and her hips lift slightly and she gasps at the sensation, still sensitive from her recent orgasm, I’m assuming. I guide my dick lower until it dips just slightly into her pussy, enough to gather her arousal and disperse it a little more. 

My heart is pounding so fucking hard I feel like I might pass out, and suddenly, I can’t keep it in anymore. I press inside of her, just an inch, and when she hisses, eyes growing worried, I touch her face. “Presley,” I say. “Look at me.” Her eyes find mine and when I see her relax, I know it’s time. I don’t know why, but I laugh softly. “Presley, I love you,” I say finally. 

Pres freezes, studying my face as if she doesn’t believe me, but when she realizes I’m telling the truth, her smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Cols,” she says breathlessly. “God. I love you, too.” 

I had no idea how much I needed to hear that. I relax and kiss her hard, and when I do, I slide just a little deeper. She whimpers and I have half a mind to pull out, so scared of hurting her, but then I feel her long nails dig into my asscheeks. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, shuddering beneath me. “S’okay.” 

“You’re doing so fucking good,” I say into her mouth, my legs shaking as I try to take my time. “Keep breathing, my love, keep breathing.” She bites down on my lip gently as I sink deeper inside, a whine keening out of her. We pant into each other’s mouths as slowly, I start to fill her, and holy fuck, she’s so tight. She squeezes my cock so tightly that I can barely breathe. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good before. 

“Almost there,” I tell her tightly, finding her hand and lacing our fingers together. “Doing so good, baby, I love you so much.” 

Presley lets out a helpless little sound and puts her hand to the back of my head. “Colson, I love you,” she whimpers, and when I pull back slightly to look into her eyes, I can see they’re watering. I open my mouth to ask if she needs me to stop, but she shakes her head and shushes me. “This isn’t because it hurts,” she murmurs. It's emotion. Fuck. I’m doing this all right. She feels safe and loved and I did that for her. Finally, I drive myself home with another slow surge of my hips, and Pres gasps. 

“Oh shit,” she mutters.

I look at her, a little worried, but she just laughs breathily. “Cols,” she says. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”

I can’t help but laugh too, and then we’re kissing. It’s messy and wet and passionate and so goddamn perfect. I could kiss her forever. Finally, she makes a soft sound and lifts her hips, giving my asscheek a squeeze. I retract my hips and carefully roll them forward. Presley breaks the kiss to let out a shaky moan, her brows knitting together. “Shit,” she pants.

“This okay?” I ask, and she nods fast. 

“God, yes.” Her voice is so laced with pleasure that I swear to god my balls tighten up. Fuck, I need to try to make this last. 

She’s wet as fuck, seriously soaked, which makes it easier to start sliding in and out of her at a slow pace. “Oh my god,” she chokes out, wrapping one leg around me. “God, Cols, feels so f-fuckin’ good–”

“Uhh, fuck,” I stutter out, unable to help myself, because it feels fucking good for me too. Way too good. My dick is wrapped so tightly in her warm, wet walls, and with every roll of my hips, our abdomens press together. I can feel every inch of the woman I love, and much to my surprise, her eyes aren’t the only ones that are wet. 

Burying my face in her neck, I try to hold back my emotions, but it’s been so long since I’ve cried and I’m scared it’s all going to come pouring out at once. I focus on the heat of her pussy, the feel of her soft skin against mine. Our hands are clutched tightly together and her nipples graze my chest and my abdomen is clenching as I pick up the pace. But Presley is whining and moaning and making the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard, and she’s enjoying this. I know she is. She doesn’t even have to tell me.

“Presley – fuck!” I gasp, a familiar warmth rising in my stomach after way too short a time. Christ, it hasn’t even been five minutes. “Holy shit, baby, y-you’re gonna make me come,” I manage. 

“Mm,” she moans, digging her nails into my back. “Fuck, Col, I love you, baby, I love you so much!”

It’s her profession of love that does it for me. It’s all too much for my emotions and my body and I let go, coming so hard my vision whites out for a second. I’ve never felt so safe and secure and loved in my whole life, and as I rut against Presley, I wonder how anything could be more blissful than this. 

Finally, once I’m done, I stroke her hip and very gently pull out of her. She whimpers at the emptiness and I shush her gently, sliding down between her legs. I lift them over my shoulders and she looks down at me, panting. “Shh, baby, gonna make you feel better, I promise.” I close my eyes as my tongue meets her swollen clit, and I apply just the right amount of pressure. 

When I close my lips around her clit, I know what’s going to happen. She cries out, legs pressing against my head, and I wrap my hands around those beautiful, trembling thighs. I’m not taking my time here. I’m making her feel better, I’m making her come, and I want to taste every fucking second of it. Letting my tongue drift self-indulgently into her pussy, I groan at the taste there, at the way her arousal is just everywhere. I’ve never been with someone who gets this wet and I go absolutely fucking wild for it.

“Colson!” she cries out, pushing both hands needily into my hair as her body hunches, trembling beneath me. “Ohh, fuck, I’m gonna come–”

I moan against her, pulling her closer as I prepare myself, and my eyes slip closed in pure bliss as she bucks against me, her orgasm causing her pussy to flex against my mouth. I moan, enjoying every second, and god, I don’t want this to end, I want to be back inside her so bad, but that can wait. We have all the time in the world to do this all again. 

Finally, I rest my head against her thigh and pant. We both struggle to catch our breath, her hand still weakly in my hair, my face covered in her release, filled condom still wrapped around my cock. I wince at the latter sensation and finally pull back, rolling the latex off of me. I sigh in relief and toss it into the trash, then settle into bed beside her. 

She rolls her head over to look at me and she’s so blissed out that it takes my breath away. Her green eyes are glazed, her lips are red, and her mouth hangs open. She smiles softly at me and leans in for a kiss. I pull her close, savoring her kiss, and finally hum as I pull back. “Hey,” I murmur. “You need to pee.”

“How would you know?” she scoffs, and I laugh.

“I mean, I don’t know if you have to pee, but you need to so you don’t get an infection,” I explain.

She lifts a brow. “You’re smart, Colson Baker,” she says, and I grin sheepishly. She smiles too and gives me one more kiss before rolling out of bed and walking on trembling legs to the bathroom. “Don’t listen!” she yells from the bathroom and I laugh, rolling onto my back.

“Can’t help it,” I call back. “It’s quiet in here.”

Presley groans and I snicker, burying myself in the blankets to give her some privacy. Holy shit. Presley just gave me her virginity. We told each other we love each other. I can’t believe everything that has happened in such a short period of time. 

I open my eyes when I feel the blankets lift, and I open an arm for my girlfriend, for the woman I love. She settles into my chest and sighs. I smile and kiss her forehead. “I mean it, Pres,” I murmur. “I love you.”

“Yeah,” she says, tracing one of my tattoos. “I mean it, too. I love you, too, Colson.”

I can’t help but smile. I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of hearing that. “How is this real?” I ask.

Presley laughs softly. “I don’t know. I’m not complaining.”

“You okay, baby?” I ask.

She nods. “Yeah. I really am. It’s you, Col. I trust you so much,” she says, looking up at me. “Thank you for making it perfect. You take such good care of me.”

“I always will,” I tell her, and she softens, leaning in to kiss me. 

As we lie here together in my bed, kissing and cuddling and talking, I realize I’ve never been happier. Presley was right. I should’ve given a relationship a chance. And I’m so glad I did, because Presley is absolutely everything to me. I can see our life together unfolding and it doesn’t scare me. 

All it does is make me super fucking happy.

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Nothing Bad Happens Chap. 9-Founder Tension

The next chapter is here and it’s one of the most angsty ones I've ever written! When I wrote this chapter, it was long, so I decided to split the chapters up into two parts. This here is part 1, and part 2 will be out alongside this one.

Also check out the comic of one of the scene of this chapter I got from @derpygirl-draws

Big thanks to my beta reader @gigilefache

Enjoy!

It was a steady day at Dreamworld, and Sara was rushing through her paperwork in hopes to clock out early. As she did she glanced at the calendar and smiled seeing today was the anniversary when she, Lewis, and Oliver became best friends for life. 

Sara had a plan for the night. She and her friends would go to this local burger shop they frequent, then get ice cream, and end the night with a movie night back at their apartment. Sara was so excited she had to push herself to get stuff done.

A knock was heard. “Come in!” Sara exclaimed.

The door opened and it was Oliver, “h-hey Sara.” He said.

“Oh, hey Oliver!” Sara exclaimed. “What’s up?”

“Um…I was gonna let you know I’m leaving work early.” Oliver replied.

“O-Oh. Why?”

Oliver rubbed the back of his head trying to find an excuse, once he figured out a good excuse he responded. “I have some important business to attend.” He gave a sheepish smile to his best friend hoping she’d believe him. “It shouldn’t be long.”

Sara sighed, “alright,” She replied making Oliver smile. “You’ll be back early, right?”

“I-I’ll try,” Oliver replied. He wasn’t so sure when he’d be done, but he promised Sara he’d try. He closed the door of her office and quickly left Dreamworld. He saw a black car parked right next to Sara’s outside. He smiles and knocks on the car before opening it.

In the driver’s seat was a man who looked a year older than him wearing a trench coat over a pink Hawaiian shirt. He looked like a normal man except his right eye was purple.

“Hey, Damien,” Oliver greeted.

“Hey,” Damien replied.

Oliver looked down at his hands, avoiding eye contact with the detective. He looked up quickly before looking down. “W-what did you find out about the animatronics?” 

Damien sighed. “Very little I’m afraid.” He replied. “I do see certain people’s souls, but it’s very blurry. I’d need to see if someone at the facility has a similar soul in order to match it.”

“Got it,” Oliver said with a sigh. He was lucky Damien got somewhere with how the animatronics were talking. He made the call when he realized how much Starlight acts like Lewis or how LoliPop acts like his siblings, and he got curious about it.

“However, I can discuss what I do know,”  Damien mentioned.

“Okay, what is it?” Oliver asked.

An hour after Oliver left, Sara finally finished with her work, giving a sigh of relief. She looked at the clock and saw she was done earlier than expected. With a smile, she grabbed her stuff and went over to Lewis’s office to see if he was done with his shift and if they could hang out. However, upon opening the door to his office, Sara saw no Lewis in sight.

“You’re looking for Lewis?” Eric asked, passing by.

Sara turned and nodded. “Y-yeah.” 

“Well, he left a little earlier with Wiatt,” Eric answered. “The two of them along with Mike and Alyssa and Pen and Hayden went out to this mini gold place that opened.”

Sara was in shock. Normally, Lewis would’ve told her he’d be going out, but why didn’t he? “Did he say when he’ll be back?”

Eric shook his head before walking to his destination.

Sara was disappointed her plans were ruined. She loved making plans with her friends, but recently it’s like they had plans on their own leaving her all alone. Sara never told her friends about today and wanted to surprise them, but it looked like they forgot.

However, it wouldn’t hurt for her to call and just remind them. Sara took her phone out and called Lewis.

Speaking of Lewis was having fun at the mini golf course with his boyfriend and friends. He felt his phone vibrating and saw it was Sara calling.

“Hey darling,” Lewis said as Wiatt turned to him. “Sara‘s calling?”

“Lewis, just ignore it, besides, she got Oliver to help,” Wiatt said.

Lewis looked at the phone ringing and sighed, “I’ll call her later, besides, it can’t be that important.” He then put his phone back into his pocket as it rang.

“Pen! Hurry up and hit the fucking ball!” Hayden yelled.

Mike chuckled. “Come on Hay. He’s trying.” 

Pen swung the golf club to hit the ball, but the ball went over the hill but slid back down.

Back at the facility, Sara frowned that Lewis didn’t call her back. After his voicemail went through Sara sent him a message, “h-hey Lewis. When you get a chance, call me back okay.” She hung up the phone and leaned on the wall for support.

“Don’t get mad over this Sara. Don’t get mad.” Sara said to herself. She then felt the familiar dark aura of Litho, creeping behind her, snapping her out of her thoughts. She stepped back but saw Litho wasn’t near.

Sara breathed heavily before quickly heading back to the apartment. She hoped Lewis and Oliver would be back soon, hoping they’d have time to spend together before the end of the day.

Lewis was brought home by Alyssa at around 12:30 am. After spending time at the mini golf place, they had dinner and hung out at Alyssa’s apartment for a bit before she decided to take everyone home.

Around that same time, Oliver came home too. “Thanks, Damien.” He said. Once Damien drove off Oliver was surprised that Lewis came home as well. “O-Oh hi, Lewis!”

“Hi darling,” Lewis said, “where did you go?”

“O-Oh I was…I was…” his voice trailed off. “Out with a friend. Where did you go?”

“Was on a date with Wiatt, but it was a triple date with Mike and Alyssa and Pen and Hayden,” Lewis explained.

Oliver chuckled, “That sounded like fun.”

“It was!” Lewis exclaimed. “It was last minute, but we’re planning to do more next week.”

Oliver wanted to ask if he and Damien would join them, but he and the detective weren’t official yet. However, it didn’t stop the other founder from trying. “Think I can join next time?” He asked.

“If you can get yourself a date, darling.” Lewis joked. Though Oliver didn’t take it as a joke. The two made it to their apartment and Lewis unlocked the door.

Oliver and Lewis walked inside the apartment quietly, not wanting to wake Sara up. Oliver closed the door slowly and continued to follow Lewis back to their room. However, the light turned on causing the two boys to let out a scream. However, it wasn’t a robber, just Sara sitting on the couch, and from the looks of it she was upset.

“Darling!” Lewis exclaimed. “Please don’t do that!”

“Where were you?” Sara asked, scolding the boys like a parent catching their kid coming home past curfew.

Lewis and Oliver looked at one another, confused. They told Sara earlier where they’ll be the rest of the day.

Sara sighed, getting up from the couch and walking towards her friends, “where were you?” She asked again.

“Didn’t we tell you where we’ll be tonight?” Lewis asked.

“Yeah, but I was hoping you’ll get done early so we can hang out for our friendship anniversary,” Sara replied.

This shocked Lewis and Oliver. They hoped Sara understood that they had important things tonight, and they couldn’t make it to whatever she had planned.

“Oh sorry Sara.” Oliver apologized.

“I mean we did tell you we were busy,��� Lewis added.

“Yeah, but you could have left early or canceled, so we could hang out,” Sara replied.

Lewis and Oliver were upset over their best friend’s behavior. She wasn’t understanding about all this at all.

“Darling. I haven’t seen Wiatt since we left to work on Dreamworld.” Lewis spoke up. “We just got back together, and we have a lot to catch up on.”

“And I’ve been seeing someone,” Oliver revealed. “But, it is your fault for planning this ahead.”

“How is it my fault?” Sara asked.

“It’s always your fault! You plan things when we already have plans, and then complain about it!” Oliver yelled.

Sara glared, “Okay I’ll admit it, but this time was different, I wanted to surprise you guys!” She exclaimed.

“Darling you don’t have to surprise us, just tell us,” Lewis replied. “How are we supposed to know today was special for you?”

“Wow,” Sara said. “I-It’s like you don’t care for me anymore!”

“What?!” Lewis exclaimed. “That’s not true! We do care for you! But right now you're overreacting!”

“Overreacting?!” Sara yelled.

“Like right now,” Oliver commented.

“Oh shut up Oliver!” Sara snapped, causing Oliver to flinch.

“Hey!” Lewis yelled. “Don’t yell at him like that, Sara!”

“WHY?!”

“Because he’s sensitive. It’s like you don’t care for his feelings and push him around!” 

“So? You and I both agreed that Oliver is too shy to get a date!”

Lewis and Oliver’s eyes widened. The latter looked at his best friend in disbelief, as he remembered what Lewis said to him earlier. “S-So it’s true,” Oliver said.

“O-Oliver. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” Lewis said, reassuring his best friend.

“Yeah, you're lucky you have a loving boyfriend.” Oliver spat. “A lucky boyfriend you left.”

Lewis’s mouth dropped. “Pardon me, darling?” He asked. “I only left because we had to work on Dreamworld, we still kept in touch. Not like Sara and her boyfriend.”

Sara’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped. “Hey, Norman and I were never a thing! He had a crush on me and he…left.” She explained.

“Yeah, because you can be bossy sometimes,” Oliver mumbled under his breath.

Sara’s eyes widened as she turned to her friend. “What was that?” She asked.

Oliver’s eyes widened and realized Sara heard what he mumbled. “N-Nothing.” He denied.

Sara marched over to him, and grabbed his arm pulling him closer to her, “did you just call me bossy?” She asked.

“N-No!” Oliver denied. He looked over to Lewis in hopes his best friend would defend him.

“Well…you can be a bit bossy,” Lewis revealed.

Oliver frowned, growling as he removed Sara’s hand roughly from his clothes. “Wow, thanks for the help, Lewis.” He said sarcastically.

“What, you don’t want me to be honest? Okay, if we’re being honest, yes you can be bossy Sara, and Oliver you're too reserved and shy to make the first move!” Lewis admitted.

Sara and Oliver gasped at what Lewis said about them. “Oh, you want to play that, darling?” Sara asked. “Fine, well you can be so stuck up!”

Lewis gasped, “I’m not!” He protested.

At that point, the three argued and insulted each other back and forth. Realizing this the three let out a frustrated yell before splitting off and going to their own rooms, and slamming the door. However, Oliver pushed Lewis out of their room and slammed the door again.

“Fine!” Lewis yelled again as he marched onto the couch and lied down.

Wiatt let out a yawn as he walked to the facility, early in the morning. Today he was scheduled to come in, and after yesterday he wanted to sleep more. Walking closer to the facility, the mechanic saw Eric also waiting for the founders to unlock the door so he could enter. “Morning.” Wiatt yawned.

“Morning Wiatt,” Eric replied. “How was your date?”

“Fun!” Wiatt exclaimed. “It turned out to be a triple date with Mike and Alyssa and Hayden and Pen.”

Eric chuckled, “I’m glad.”

Soon the two turned to see Sara’s car pull up and the founders getting out. However, the three tried to race each other to the door. Lewis made it to the door first and tried to insert his key through they keyhole before being shoved by Oliver.

“Aha!” Oliver laughed, taking off Lewis’s key from the door, but before he could insert his key, Sara shoved him out of the way and put in her key.

“Hey, move it!” Lewis yelled, pushing Sara aside.

“Don’t push me!” Sara yelled back, pushing Lewis into Oliver.

Wiatt and Eric’s mouths dropped in shock as the trio constantly pushed and shoved each other from the door, insulting one another in the process.

“Woah! Woah! Guys!” Eric shouted, stopping the founders from their argument. “What’s going on?”

This proved to be a mistake as the founders talked over each other, yelling and arguing about why they were mad at each other. Eric frowned seeing that they weren’t going to stop, he whistled loudly making the trio and Wiatt flinch.

“Okay, enough!” Eric yelled.

Wiatt gulped, he always heard Eric was a chill teacher and rarely raised his voice. From what Lewis told him, Eric is scary when angry, and that he’s only been angry twice since being in his class.

“Now, one at a time, what’s going on?” Eric asked.

“Sara’s being a brat because she’s upset, we couldn’t celebrate our friendship anniversary together!” Lewis shouted.

“Plus, she makes it a big deal that we can’t spend time together anymore,” Oliver added. “It’s not her fault she can’t make any other friends.”

Everyone gasped hearing what the taller founder just said.

“Oliver!” Eric exclaimed.

“It’s true,” Oliver replied.

“Darling, that was harsh,” Lewis said, glaring at his friend.

Oliver rolled his eyes, “why do you defend her anyway?” He asked, pointing at Sara. “You know she doesn’t like it when you spend more time with Wiatt than with us.”

“You know you’d understand if you had the confidence to tell someone you love them!” Lewis snapped.

Oliver glared, before shoving Lewis away and opened the door to the facility before slamming it. Sara and Lewis glared, and each went inside the facility and slammed it.

Wiatt and Eric flinched and turned to each other before going in, still seeing the founder trio arguing with one another.

“Why are you following me?” Sara snapped.

“My office just so happens to be this way!” Lewis answered, snapping back.

The three growled before walking away, going to their separate offices, and slamming the door.

Wiatt sighed, “Well, today is going to be a long day.” He said.

“Hey, they’ll make up soon,” Eric said, reassuring the mechanic.

“How do you know?”

“I was their teacher. They’ve gotten into arguments and made up afterward.” He explained.

Wiatt looked up at the hallway where his boyfriend and his friend’s offices were. From the looks of this argument, it doesn’t look like it will be ending anytime soon.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll make up before today’s meeting.” Eric reassured the mechanic.

By the time the meeting started, the founders didn’t bat an eye or utter a word at each other. The three sat in their chairs turned away from one another. Everyone heard about the trio arguing, and the tension between the three was so thick, that a knife couldn’t even cut it.

“Is anyone going to start the meeting?” Lisa asked, breaking the silence.

Lewis glanced at Sara before turning away, while the latter did the same. Oliver on the other hand looked at Sara and smirked, “let Sara start the meeting.” He said in a mocking tone. Sara turned to the taller founder, “After all she knows a thing or two of bossing people around.”

Sara gasped, feeling offended. Most of the employees felt that was harsh, even Wiatt thought so as well despite not liking Sara. Though Hayden gave a small smile interested in the drama going on between his bosses.

Seeing that’s how Oliver wanted to play it, Sara glared at her friend and turned to him, “well,” she spoke up, causing Oliver to face the female founder. “Why don’t you start, Oliver?” She then let out a gasp, “Oh wait, you're too much of a baby to speak up!”

The employees started to feel uncomfortable with the founders arguing. “Yikes,” Pen whispered.

“This is getting bad,” Andrew whispered to Hayden.

“This is getting good,” Hayden whispered back

Now it was Lewis’s turn to speak up, “Honestly Sara, you can be such a bitch sometimes.”

The employee's mouth dropped hearing the founder's curse. Out of the trio, no one, not even Wiatt, expected Lewis Bright to curse.

“Excuse me!” Sara yelled, getting up in Lewis’s face.

“You heard me!” Lewis yelled back.

“Alright!” Eric shouted, slamming his hands on the table. Everyone flinched as they turned to the former teacher. “Enough you three! This has been going on for long enough! Now you can make up like the good friends you are or in your offices till you three can talk it out!”

The employees gulped, showing Eric was serious about this. To some, this was the first time seeing the engineer angry.

The founders glared at one another before leaving the meeting room. However, all three tried to exit only for them to shove and push each other to get to the door.

“Move out of the way!” Lewis shouted.

“No you move!” Oliver shouted.

“You move!” Sara yelled.

Eric rolled his eyes and went to the door and opened it. “There! Now you three go into your offices!” He scolded.

The founders glared and left the meeting room. Sara was the last one to leave and slammed the door making everyone flinch. Eric sighed and sat back down before slamming his head on the table and letting out a groan.

Ribbondancer looked down and rubbed the older man’s back.

“So…does that conclude the meeting?” Andrew asked.

“I believe so,” Mike said.

Everyone slowly got up and went to start their day of work. Luckily, today was a busy day, distracting the workers from what they witnessed earlier in the meeting. However, there were times when two or all three of the founders were in the same room, be it a cold glare or an insult.

Even the animatronics couldn’t do anything to stop them from arguing. Starlight tried to talk to Lewis about talking to Sara and Oliver.

“Darling, you should talk to-“

“No, Star. I’m not.” Lewis cut the animatronic off, not looking up from his computer.

Starlight frowned and decided to leave the founder alone for a bit. As he was making his way back to the Staract, he heard someone whisper out to him.

“Star! Starlight!” Ribbondancer whispered.

Starlight turned as Ribbondancer ushered him to follow him. The star animation nodded and followed his friend.

Wiatt had just returned from fixing some go-karts over at Racetrack, and there he saw Eric, Carly, Starlight, Ribbondancer, Pen, Lisa, and Franny huddled together. “Hey, what’s going on?” He asked, causing the group to look up.

“Oh Wiatt, we’re just discussing about-” Eric was about to say before being cut off.

“Lewis and the others?” Wiatt guessed.

“Y-Yeah. They still haven’t made up.” Eric explained. “I tried talking to them, but they wanted me to pick sides!”

“Starlight and I tried talking to them or doing fun activities to build their friendship, but none of them wanted to do it,” Ribbondancer explained.

Wiatt sighed, “Their pride is getting in the way of their friendship.”

“Pride, jealousy, and forgetfulness,” Ribbondancer added.

“Jealousy?” Eric and Wiatt asked at the same time.

“Forgetfulness?” Starlight and Carly asked at the same time as well.

Ribbondancer nodded, “Yep, Wiatt you're dating a founder, and Sara and Oliver are lonely and single.” He explained.

Wiatt and Eric looked at each other knowing that’s what could’ve sparked the argument.

“Wasn’t Sara dating Norman, the guy from Watchful Eye Toys?” Lisa asked.

“Yeah, but I heard something happened to Norman a month after the facility opened,” Franny replied.

“Also,” Pen stepped in. “I have heard Oliver has been talking to someone named Damien.”

“Oh, Damien, I know him!” Ribbondancer exclaimed. “He picked up Oliver yesterday and from what I’ve heard, Oliver talks to himself trying to ask him out.”

Eric sighed, “Ribbon, what did I say about eavesdropping on workers?” He asked.

Ribbondancer sighed, “It’s wrong and not nice, but it brings up fun conversations!”

“Ribbons!” Eric scolded.

“Sorry.”

“Ribbondancer, what do you mean forgetfulness?” Carly asked.

“Oh!” Ribbondancer exclaimed letting out a chuckle. “Well Sara said something about an anniversary and was hoping Lewis and Oliver could make it. However, Dreamworld has only been open for a couple of months. Why are they doing an anniversary now?”

Wiatt thought for a bit and his eyes widened knowing what the anniversary was. “It’s not Dreamworld’s anniversary, it’s the anniversary the founders became friends.” He exclaimed.

Eric then came to the realization too, “oh yeah. The day was the day they met Oliver and what kicked off their friendship.”

Starlight raised his eyebrow, “that’s why the fight started? Because Lewis and Oliver forgot?” He asked.

“Starlight, anniversaries are important!” Lisa exclaimed.

“Or in Sara’s case, very important,” Wiatt added.

Eric sighed, “I’m going to talk to Sara again.” He said.

“Or,” Carly spoke up, “follow a plan RD and I came up with.”

“What’s the plan?” Franny asked.

Carly and Ribbondancer huddled the group together as they explained the plan. Eric wasn’t sure about it, but if it would stop the trio from fighting he’ll go along with it.

[larcenywrites]

HCS with young tony absolutely nervous with the first date with his soon-to-be girlfriend and asking his parents for some advice, they're all proud of their son being in love, and then tony introduce them to the reader? We need more family tony content

If you still take requests for hcs, of course :)

AAAAAH super cute 😍 Young Tong especially deserves more family stuff 🥲 and cute dates :) so I kinda got carried away

Warnings: mostly she/her pronouns/terms used for reader | cute!

Nervous First Dates

💠Tony isn’t a nervous person.

💠Okay, he is a nervous person, but no one’s supposed to know that, least of all you

💠You’ve more than likely already had plenty of encounters and hangouts, and while it’s not exactly abnormal for him to get with (or hookup with) whoever’s been able to entertain him for longer than a day or two, this is probably the first time he’s ever been so nervous

💠He’s usually so confident! He knows what he wants and when he wants it! And all he ever has to do is outright say it with that cocky grin and a tone just provocative enough to keep them on their toes, and he can get whatever he’s after

💠But somehow this is different. Maybe he let it go on for a little too long before deciding to actually do anything. He let you bite back too many times, and let you make up for it with a playful smile that shyly turned away. He let you tag along without even asking, and spilled far too many secrets. He got used to you being there- and he didn’t even have to peacock around to do it!

💠He also finds himself wishing you were around more often. He's never felt so lonely in bed at night! Or, for once, wishing he had someone to talk to while he's up late at night tinkering with something. Sometimes he does something that he knows you would have laughed at- god, he's down real bad, huh?

💠Yeah, yeah, he knows. He has a crush or whatever 😒 He doesn't need to be told. He could feel the unfamiliar heat in his cheeks when he mentioned your next outing should be somewhere nice, like uh, ahem, like a date. He still kept up that usual confident demeanor, but you knew him well enough by now to see through it (not to mention the very obvious blush on his face)

💠His mom already knew what was up tbh. Every time he came home, he had something to say about what he did today, but it wasn’t as much about the very mundane thing he did as it was about the fact that he did it with you ;)

💠So when he comes home, earlier than normal one night, and is stuttering to answer his mom's usual question, she's more than a little worried

💠"Uh- I asked her out and," he starts, getting pitiful. "I don't know what to do."

💠"Don't you... always go on dates?" His mom knows he's, ya know, rather promiscuous, but that's beside the point! Tony knows what he's doing, surely??

💠"Yeah, but- this one's different!" He’s kinda cornered himself here because he's done lots of mostly fancy dates and "dates" that were really just, uh... in bed, so nothing really feels good enough for you. Sure, you probably won't care or even know the difference, but he knows, and he wants it to be special >:(

💠"Since when do you have trouble talking to girls?" His father's sarcasm chimes in from the hall.

"Oh, don’t listen to him," his mom brushes it off for him, trying to wipe that frown from his face. "He pretends like he wasn't nervous on our first date, too." Tony doesn't really want to hear about that, but he smiles anyway.

"Honestly, Tony, it sounds like she'll enjoy anything."

"What, 'just be myself'?"

"Haven't you already been doing that?"

💠He stares at her as if she just told him some world-changing secret. He has just been himself! And the setting didn't seem to matter-- you flirted back all the same! But while that does make him feel better, it still doesn't help his current predicament. "Okay, but where do I take us?"

💠His mom sighs, but is willing to try and help him out 😌 But idea by idea, no is starting to sound like a word that doesn't even exist. His mom sighs again, a little less willing to help him out. She's glad and all that he's finally trying to put effort into love, but he still has to actually do something. “What’s her favorite colors?” She asks suddenly. Now Tony’s even more confused. Favorite color- What? Why? Uh,,, He’s pretty sure he could guess from the clothes you wear and the color of the pen you always choose over the others when you sneakily draw smiley faces on the corner of his papers during lecture.

💠"What if you made a little bouquet with some of the flowers in the garden," she suggests. While it's a great start, and would be pretty romantic of him,,, well, it would kinda set the scene for something pretty romantic, too, huh 🤔

💠Well, he has a few days to decide, and he still has to act Cool and Normal around you! You likely share a class or campus, live nearby, or maybe even frequent the same areas, soooo he can't just hide away and prepare. Your smile is a little different, and you seem to lean in a little more when he makes you laugh. Normally he's the one that has them all flustered, but this time he's the one that's hot and bothered! If he's already like this, how is he supposed to survive an actual date??

💠Well, now it's the morning of, so he better learn quick. And he also better learn quick how to arrange flowers 🤧

💠But he did a pretty decent job, if he does say so himself! Little ribbons and all :)

💠He's probably bugging the hell out of his mom. What should I wear? Does this look okay? Help me roll up this sleeve :( Wait- I think I want them down, actually...

💠He's never overthought every little thing like this. Is he just being silly? Probably, but cut him some slack. He's never really felt like this!

💠He's praying no one else opens the door but you. He's not ready to meet any family or anything! He's already stressed as hell!

💠He's relieved when it is you that opens it, and can't really think of anything to say other than "hi". Come on, he's cooler than this!

💠But you can probably only giggle and say hi back, and immediately notice the flowers in his hand. Which he looks at for a second as if he forgot 😅

💠"I, um- I made this. With some of the flowers in our garden." Wow, he sounds so fucking nerdy rn. "So it's probably not the prettiest," he jokes half-heartedly to try and save himself (when he doesn't need any saving). Tony just doesn't realize how cute he really is tbh. You're already close enough and both obviously into one another, so don't be shy to give him a kiss on the cheek to show your gratitude ;) If you do, it'll definitely shut him up and keep a smile on his face the rest of the night, but it won't exactly quell any of that nervousness 😥

💠Don't worry! The car ride will feel a little more comfy and be like normal!

💠He probably did decide on a more upscale restaurant, but one with a nice patio because it's a little more quiet on the outside, and he thought the string lights were more cute than fancy. And the flower in the little vase is (hopefully) your favorite color! But he's probably a little stiff again :( Is it okay? Are there enough options? He's just going to overthink everything he's doing again

💠So it's going to feel a bit awkward when he doesn't really know what else to do after! Or maybe he did have something planned, but honestly just derail it! Go get ice cream or whatever you would prefer at the place you've both been to before that's nearby! And it's still a nice evening with the sun out, so you could sit at one of the umbrellaed tables in the park you've probably done homework at or something. Anything that will convince this man to chill out! Because it doesn't have to be something stiff and fancy to be perfect or romantic :) Honestly he only really knows how to showboat around, and that's usually why people enjoy his company, so he just needs to learn. Tbh you can probably blame that behavior on his parents, but that's all he's every really seen, after all! That and movies, but he's probably afraid those arcades or drive-in movie dates make him look silly or juvenile, but he'll learn to lean into them later 😉

💠Even if you know where it is, bring up the big fountain in the corner of the park but that you "can never remember exactly where it's at." He knows where the big fountain is! Let him save the day, so to speak 😌

💠Of course he won't act as excited as it made him. He'll be very cool about it. "Oh, I think I know where it is," he says casually. "I might even have some pennies to throw in." While you're busy listening to those words and starting to fall in step (honestly more busy with the eyes looking down at you), he so carefully sneaks his hand into yours and laces his fingers with yours and leads you along. He does it so naturally, no hesitation. You barely have time to register it! Yeah, okay, so maybe it makes it obvious he's done this before, but don't let that discourage you! No one else got a homemade (and homegrown) bouquet, first of all 😘

💠The rest of your time is spent... almost like usual? It's relaxed and quiet, with the usual flirty banter snuck in and jokes while you people-watch. Except this time he sits a little closer, and you're absentmindedly (or boldly) playing your fingers over his... which is cute and all, but he can only focus on so many things at once and it's more than a little distracting! But then when he finds distraction in the coldness of his ice cream, then you're distracted by that tongue-- NO ONE WINS

💠Once the sun is low and you've finished up, Tony reluctantly brings it up that he should take you home, but not before he hands you a penny with a playful grin, and you each flick one into the water (and Tony might manage to miss the first time 😅)

💠But once you're home, he'll be pretty hesitant to let go of you're hand once you reach the front door 💔 But honestly you probably are too. Let him know you had fun tonight and that usual smug grin will spread across his face as if he wasn't a wreck for the last hour or so, but you have to admit that there's always something so charming about it 💘 Kiss him on the cheek and, while that smile won't fade, the uncharacteristic pink tint coming to his cheeks will give him away 🤭 But don't tease him about it! Maybe you can later, though...

💠Sigh. It may be hard to read that face, but his dark eyes almost always tell all and always want more 🥺 If you're up to it, lean in a little closer and not-so-subtly glance down to his lips. He still might hesitate when he starts to lean in, but he'll get there 😌 It's not that e doesn't want to, or thinks you don't want to, but he's worried and overthinking about rushing things because he doesn't really know how that works either, and he's pretty used to skipping right to the point after dates but he doesn't really wanna do that this time 😩

💠But he stops overthinking when you kiss him back with a hand on his cheek and one still in his hand, and it's probably the most innocent and giddy he's felt in this position 🥺 You'll probably have to be the one that pulls away first ngl, but there's still something he wants (and no, it's not what you're thinking... though he wouldn't necessarily argue...)

💠"Uh," he starts, looking away a bit awkwardly and clears his throat. "Would you want to be my girlfriend?" There's a bracing upturn to his tone. How could you say no to that face? Of course you say yes, with a few, probably painful, bashful smiles and looks exchanged. And honestly it's a huge weight off his chest because he realizes he's been thinking about it for like, weeks before he actually decided he wanted to ask you out. He was worried about rushing things or whatever, but- this is different!

💠He's probably expecting another kiss, and maybe you are too, but keep him on his toes! Give him a mission for next time! Give him an almost sultry "goodnight, Tony" and play with the tips of his fingers before you let go. Leave him as a melted puddle at your door 😇😘

💠He has to walk by the kitchen to get to his room, but his mom's been keeping a lookout and catches him before he can speed away. He's usually not so flustered and jumpy, so she's probably a bit worried. And her many questions don't help! "Did she like the flowers?" "Did it go okay?" "Home already?" "Did you ask her?"

💠He can really only answer yes to all of them, and very stiffly as if he's done something wrong! And let's be honest, it's kind of hard to talk about these sorts of things to nosy parents 😅 even though he regularly tells her, like, everything

💠You're likely going to be invited over for dinner pretty soon, which might feel a little intimidating considering who his dad is? But then again, you're dating his son, who isn't exactly some guy from down the street, either, so

💠But they're pretty nice! Well, his dad might be a little distant, and honestly thought this was all a bit silly since... well, you know. Maria, on the other hand, is going to talk your ear off! Don't worry if you're more on the quiet side. She can just fill in with some embarrassing story or another instead! And even if you are quiet around new people and places, she can most likely get you comfortable enough (or at least make you laugh a lot)! Honestly, Tony might even be a little jealous... and you guys are laughing at him 😖 Even Howard probably feels a little bad 😅

💠Maria might also make a joke about how she thought you two were already dating, with the way Tony talked about you all the time ;)

💠Tony won't leave you alone with anyone just yet (besides, what other secrets will mom spill in his absence 😩). He'll stick around and probably help her with the dishes anyway while you may or may not already have the family photo album 🤭

💠This time you're the one that has to bring up that it's time for you to go, with plenty of social graces from Maria about how good it was to meet you and have you over and to come again. And she's not at all keeping an eye on the front door while you two share goodbyes, and that kiss you withheld from him last time 😏 and another one, just because he felt bad at dinner 😌

💠Eyes are already on him when he comes back through the front door, as well as a very sly grin on her face.

💠"Why are you looking at me like that?"

💠"I'm not looking at you like anything."

💠Tony's already stalking his way back to his room, but he knows his mom has something on her mind.

💠"I think she's very nice," she says fondly before going back to whatever she was doing. "And I think you're both pretty cute together, too," she slyly tags on. Tony wrinkles his nose and looks away, but he can't not smile at both approval and praise

💠It may take a few more dinners, but once Maria has you alone, she'll definitely have you just as embarrassed yet proud when she starts talking about how glad she is for her son to have found someone 💛

💠Aaaand maybe after a few more dinners, even father dearest starts to warm up to you a little more!

[alienorstyx]

A night in Paris

precedent chapter: 8

Chapter 9: Discussion

In a hotel bedroom in New York , Greece had to escort France here , a discussion between the two women to what to do was necessary.

"France , you are pregnant from USSR ,didn't you ?" Asked Greece after going through all the bedroom in the search of a microphone and a camera , she didn't find any. France was shocked that her twin had figured it out the father of her baby in her womb . She didn't answer right away , still too much shocked.

"France, I know that both of you had sex in the meeting room, I was there with the UN, who had almost entered in, the poor little bun. He is too much innocent." Pursue Greece while sitting on the bed, she put the seat next to her, for France to sit there, she didn't want her to stay standing.

" So  , are you now concerned with who I had sex ." Told France with a small smile while sitting on the designated spot.

"I was always interested , it's so much fun to know all the adventures you had , and like daddy told us before leaving for the shadows " you only had now each other , so stop all the quarrels and  support each other... "Imitate Greece as she was taking  the accent of the Roman Empire.

" I remembered and I wonder if one day we could tell to all of them and not only when they are near their end. "Whispered France as she was looking at her hands .

"We couldn't , not now . None of them are ready , they are for the most children , we had to let them a part of a dream before the sad truth." Spoke  Greece as she looked up to the wall , but  her black eyes , seems like lost in a thought. France nods. They stayed side by side , during an hour or two , we could only hear their hearts beating in the small hotel room.

It was France who broke the  silence.

" I think that I will keep this baby."

" Eh, are you sure. It risks provoking a huge political conflict. America will never forgive you."

" I don't care about what he thinks, I am not afraid of him. Besides, it's still my choice to keep the baby or not, it isn't him who is pregnant, for what I know." Grumble France, which made Greece laugh.

"Don't worry, even if the little America or this bear of USSR tried to put this child in their stupid cold war, I will help you fight them."

" It's not what you said two minutes ago."

"Oh, I was teasing you."

" You infuriate me sometimes, you know that."

The two women squabble until someone knocked at the door room. Greece get up from the bed to see who it was, opening the door, she was surprised by:

"UN! What are you doing here?The meeting is already finished, isn't it?"

"Er, er, after explaining the situation like you asked me, I... er... I end the meeting earlier than what was scheduled. Anyhow, nearly no one wants to participate in today subject, and everybody was chatting about other stuff, some were about you, France. Some States were worried, whereas others were glad. I think some will come to see you for checking how you are feeling."

France  stayed quiet , immersing herself in her thoughts, she had told herself before by talking with Greece that it would be better to not tell it to the others countries  , in any case she will not always be able to hide it , but it was not right now the good moments to tell everyone , she didn't want to put this little baby in danger .

"Wouldn't be the best , to warn them, at least the security council about your pregnancy ."Asked timidly UN , looking down, he was shaking like a leaf due to the inquisitive look of Greece.

"Those idiots are capable of involving a child in their stupid cold war. However, in the same time if they are not aware and decides to make a third world war, it would make equally risk for this future child, and who knows that knowing a new country will be born, it would maybe allow them to stop trying to kill each other, it's a rare event after all. And if that let France to rest for a bit and avoid external conflict. Maybe we can risk that."

Greece turns to France, wanting to know what she was thinking because after all they were talking about her child and how to explain it to the other members of the security council, if she wanted to tell them.

"I think that I'm going to tell them, but I would specify that I don't want for this child to be in part of this stupid cold war. After all, the birth of a new country is rare." Whispered France, as she was putting her hands on her belly, caressing it tenderly, she could feel the soul of this new country, who had to bear in a world still in war.

"Now , go to warn all the members of the council , considering that you have their phone numbers , UN." Said Greece as she was pushing UN , softly towards the door .

"Yes , madam."

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aug 24, 2024

i flew to taipei from tokyo and planned a very, very quick trip because i have to be back for work as soon as possible. it's been more than a week since i knew i'll be going to the fanmeet, but because of my schedule i couldn't really wrap my head around the fact that finally, after five long years of being her fan, i'm finally about to see her.

i arrived a day before the show and coincidentally, landed in taipei around the same time as her! i couldn't wait for her arrival though because i was tired from the flight and had so much stuff with me. then it hit me. i am now under the same sky as her, breathing the same air. that alone had me choked up as i waited for the train.

was it in my senior year in college? i was a kid who attended school with one purpose. to graduate on time and land a job so i could help the family as the eldest. i didn't really have time to be a full-time fangirl like i wanted because there are just so many things on my plate, but here comes a silly romcom-fantasy show of a girl who thought she was the main character of a comic. right, extraordinary you. it was from then on. i liked how she's so passionate about acting, how she treats people around her, and just her overall personality and how she view things in life. seeing that unconsciously made me want to root for her and to see her get to places knowing how hard she works on her craft. i just had this thought one day that "ah, i wanna be there when she makes it even bigger." and now she's holding fan meetings overseas. she has become so loved, that she's now slowly meeting more fans. and today, i'm one of those fans. finally.

i flew here alone, so i didn't really expect to have lots of tourist moments considering this was also a very short trip. on the day of the fan meeting, i planned to go on a quick trip to the zoo but it was so hot and the boots i was wearing isn't really zoo-friendly, lol. i decided to just visit the venue earlier so i know where to find it later on. it was quite a walk from the station, and how i wish my outfit allowed me to rent one of the bikes parked nearby, haha. anyway, google maps confused me for a bit but i ended up finding the sports center after a while! i couldn't really ask around because most of them said they don't speak english. now my problem is how to get to the actual venue. the entire sports center is big and there were students too, so i was worried i might not be entertained if i ask someone to show me around. until i saw this car parked right beside the entrance, who seem to be from the university and could know where it is! they were unloading some flowers from the car and i wasn't really in the right head space to even wonder what those were for but yes, those were hyeyoon's stage props (screaming!!) that i only realized when i saw the stage setup few moments later. when i asked one of the guys who were by the car if they could speak english, they answered in korean so i was like, oh! much better then! and went to ask how to get to the venue. but maybe because it was pretty hectic for them as well, i don't think they understood me and just escorted me to the information desk. i'm starting to worry now, because what if i can't find it until later? there aren't signs that a fan meet is about to happen here either. no photos, no notices that the place is reserved for a show or something. just an ordinary-looking gym. i even saw a few athletes passing by. a lady, maybe in her 60s, overheard my conversation with the information desk and volunteered to show me the way. i was so thankful and relieved. after a while, i saw a big pink screen from outside the window and it had "hyeppiness" written on it so i was like, okay this is the place! i was about to turn to the lady to say thank you when she opened the door and pushed me inside lightly saying, "go, go!" i think i was a little too taken aback that i replied in korean saying no it's okay but it was too late. i was already a few steps inside the hall. the entrance was right behind the tech booth so thankfully i didn't bother them but when i turned to look at the pink screen again, i saw her, kim hyeyoon herself, standing onstage wearing an oversized white t-shirt and black shorts............i think she was rehearsing stage blocking. i honestly don't recall this moment that much because the next thing i knew, i wanted to run outside as soon as i can. i half walked, half ran towards the nearest bench and that's when i cried. reality hit me. i just saw the kim hyeyoon. well, for 3 seconds.

i think i cried more when i called my friends though. i was barely holding it in as i walked but when i heard their familiar voices that's when i broke down. ha... what more when i get to see her closer later?

i spent the remaining time till the fanmeet in a daze, there were lots of fan supports and most fans were wearing pink! it was such a shame that i'm really very shy in person that i didn't get to interact with hyeppyendings that much :(

anyway! fanmeet time, the place is pretty big! the stage is quite elevated too so we can see everything clearly.

then here she comes. i really am not trying to exaggerate or anything but she really does look like an angel T__T it's like the background is instantly in a blur and all you can see is her. she has this kind of energy where you can't seem to take your eyes off her, like you're just, simply drawn to her as if it's the most natural thing. she loves doing eye contact too! which i find really sweet actually.. at times when the host's ments are taking a while and the translator still has to translate it, she takes the chance to look fans in the eye and do cute gestures! she even mouths words like 'have you eaten' :(

the scent of yoon segment was fun although i already know most of her answers from previous fan meets, heh. maybe it was the way she was doing her best to share the scent of the perfume to us, or because of her adorable reactions, or just.. she felt so much like a friend.

seeing her at first will make you starstruck of course, but it's her personality that warms you up and eventually end up find comfort with the familiar feeling of someone's existence. like it isn't the first time at all. her overall aura was just so heartwarming. to the point that i'm sure i'll keep that feeling in me for a long, long time.

i'm really not the type to take lots of fancams, but seeing her made me want to document it somehow. however, i don't think cameras are doing her beauty justice. so i just took short clips to remind myself of certain moments but most of the time, i was absorbing everything with my eyes. she's waaaay prettier in them after all.

and... the moment i did not expect at all. when the fan project cue was up, the entire crowd read the slogan saying 'i hope our little love becomes the biggest happiness for actress hyeyoon' which made her cry. this is the first time she cried in her fanmeets this year, and i was there, among the crowd, crying with her. i didn't know why, but i just feel for her. all the feelings of overflowing pride, happiness and comfort she brings all combined into tears. we were approaching the end of the fanmeet and of course, the reality of having to go our separate ways anytime soon is kinda adding up to that as well, haha.

hi-bye session! i think she was just 2-3 meters away during hi-bye. so close, i can almost see her lashes... wah. she's so pretty. i can no longer count how many times i've said that during the entire show and now she's even closer and i have the chance to tell her other things than just that. so i told her, '언니 기특해요!' the loudest i could. she said thank you, with her eyes looking touched and with hands forming a heart. it was barely 5 seconds but it felt soooo satisfying to be able to tell her that face to face. i know that alone isn't enough, but i think it was the best i could tell her given the circumstances. i poured my heart in the letter i gave her after all. after the whole thing, i just waited for a new friend i made that day and we cried together on one of the benches in front of the venue. just like what i did earlier that day.

my tears were partly because something i looked forward to for the longest time was finally over, and mostly because it was overwhelming. i had to go to the airport in two hours so i didn't have enough time to process the day that just went by but all i know is that i was really, really, genuinely happy.

hyeyoon, being one of the many people who love and support you is such an honor. it was such an honor to see you grow from your very first lead role to the actress that you are now. you're such a big source of joy and strength to my very busy life, and keeping up with the things that you do, be it translating, forming silly theories about your projects, or just talking with other fans felt like a breath of fresh air. you are someone i know i'll be rooting for for as long as i'm able to, so i hope you comfortably do whatever makes you happy. you're someone who touches people's lives in the best way possible and i could only wish we could be of the same kind of comfort to you. you are so very dear to me, and i can't wait to get more chances to meet you. till then!