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Hi Isabel, what are you most looking forward to about August 2024?

hi Elizabeth!! I am looking forward to this weekend because my best friend and I are driving down to PA to visit a friend and in a couple weeks we're driving to Maryland for a weekend!

[bad268]

HELLO

I'm in love with ur arvid linblad stories...

Could u please do one where its the first time he brings reader to a race and shes a bit shy and the other guys are teasing him abt it cos they didn't think he could pull someone and then they see how cute they are

+ Heyy I loved ur arvid linblad x reader!!

Could u do one where he is super excited for Silverstone and no one knows why until the weekend where he walks in with his gf and all the prema guys are surprised and then they see how cute they are together. -@romantic-stylezz

Passenger Princess (Arvid Lindblad X Fem! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (HELLO THANK YOU ILY BOTH <3 I hope yall don't mind that I combined these)

Warnings: Aged up Arvid (and Dino, Gabriele, Sebastian, Luke, Laurens, and Tim by association)

POV: Third Person (She/her)

W.C. 1424

Summary: Arvid's friends didn't think he could pull her.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/Arvid’s insta from May 26, 2024)

Every British driver was excited for Silverstone, but Dino was convinced that Arvid was a little over the top. Dino could not figure it out for the life of him, and Arvid did not peg him as the ultra-patriotic type. Dino was going to get to the bottom of it.

When they arrived in the United Kingdom, it was like Arvid disappeared anytime they were not at the track. Dino even tried looking around the hotel for Arvid, but he was just gone. The team didn’t know either. They just assumed he was staying with family.

Media day came around, and Arvid came running into the trailer almost late. He tried his best to sneak in through the back, but Dino caught him immediately.

“So you think that since you’re at your home race, you can sleep in and stay with your family longer?” Dino chuckled as he shoved against Arvid’s shoulder. Dino didn’t notice the blush spreading on Arvid’s cheeks as he continued teasing. “Did you enjoy a calm morning and breakfast with your family? Are they gonna come pick you up after too for supper?”

“Actually, my morning was pretty hectic,” Arvid chuckled as he walked in step with Dino for the track walk. “My alarm didn’t go off, so I didn’t wake up my girlfriend for her test-”

“Woah, don’t get all delusional on me,” Dino joked, “You’ve never mentioned a girlfriend before.”

“No one’s ever asked,” Arvid shrugged as he ran to catch up with his engineer to look over data. Dino didn’t even have a chance to question it. Did he believe it? No. Did he think it was a cheap coverup? Oh yeah, Dino just needed to get to the bottom of it.

They didn’t have a free chance until they were wrapping up after qualifying. Both of them did well, qualifying first (Arvid) and third (Dino). They had just finished up the debrief, and Arvid dipped out faster than any of the team could blink. It wasn’t until Dino went out to the employee parking lot with Gabriele and Sebastian that he saw Arvid still hanging around. Dino was about to run up and scare him, but he noticed Arvid was on the phone. Like a normal group of friends, they all decided to listen in on his call.

“Qualifying was good,” He chuckled as he kicked at a few rocks on the asphalt. He paused for a second before chuckling again, “Yes. I know. Thank you, lovey.” The boys were confused. Who the hell was he talking to? Maybe Arvid wasn’t talking out of his ass about a girlfriend earlier in the week. The trio looked between each other before Arvid started talking again. “Are you almost here? We can go out tonight and celebrate your test…Okay, I’ll let you drive safely for the rest of the way. I have to confront some eavesdroppers. I’ll see you when you get here. I love you.”

Busted, they all thought. 

Arvid hung up the phone with his beloved girlfriend, who he would have rather talked to for eternity, but he also knew his friends would have questions. He can understand why. He never mentioned a girlfriend, nor has he mentioned any interest in a girl. It’s mainly because he always had you, and he never felt the need to say anything. Also, no one asked him about a girlfriend.

Now, he was going to come clean. 

“You can ask now,” Arvid sighed as he turned around and looked straight at the group of three.

“Who, what, when, where, why,” Dino rattled off quickly as he approached Arvid.

“And how!” Sebastian shouted running to catch up with Dino and Arvid, leaving Gabriele to calmly walk over on his own. “I need the tea!”

“Who, her name is Y/n. What, she’s my my girlfriend. When, since 2022. Where and why, I don’t know the questions,” Arvid rattled back quickly as all three boys surrounded him.

“Where you met and why you hid it, obviously,” Gabriele stated in a blatant tone. 

“We grew up together. She was my neighbor for the longest time, and when I left for the Italian F4 championship, she confessed and ended up joining me toward the end of the season. Why I didn’t tell you, you didn’t ask.”

“You two were dating when we were F3 teammates, and I didn’t even know?”

“She confessed first? That’s cute.”

“Why are we just now finding out?”

“Tough luck,” Arvid laughed as he started going through the follow-up questions of his friends. “Yeah, she confessed. Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s just I thought you would have been the one to confess,” Sebastian replied quickly, thinking he offended Arvid. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Arvid chuckled, “And you’re just now finding out because you decided to listen in on my phone call now. If you would have waited about 12 more hours, you would’ve met her in person.”

“Is this her first race?” Dino asked still in shock.

“No, did you not listen?” Arvid teased. “She came for the last half of my Italian F4 season in 2022, and a couple of F4 and Euro 4 races in 2023. Whatever ones she could do with her schedule since she was still in secondary school. She was also at the MACAU race in 2023, I forgot about that.”

“So she just didn’t come to your first or second F3 seasons?” Dino didn’t mean to sound so snappy, but he was confused. Just as Arvid was getting ready to reply, a car honking caught all of their attention. The driver rolled down their window, they were met with a random girl except she wasn’t random to Arvid.

“It’s a lot easier to go to European races than it is to go everywhere, especially during my last years of secondary school,” She said with a laugh. “Do you boys need a ride? I’ve got space. It’s not some fancy car, but it gets the job done.”

She wasn’t kidding. Her old Honda Civic looked like it had seen better days, but it still ran, and that’s what mattered. Arvid shook his head dismissively as he walked around to the passenger side.

“Oh, first you say she confessed, and now you’re saying you’re the passenger princess? That’s crazy,” Sebastian teased as he walked up to the door.

“Passenger princess and proud,” Arvid boasted as he immediately took over the music. “Are you guys getting in or not?”

“Hold up, I’m still wrapping my head around this.”

“Dino, either get in the car, and we’ll drop you off at the hotel or we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ok, I’m getting in.”

The following day, the talk of the F2 paddock was that Arvid had a girlfriend. Once again, no one believed it. Dino was the one running around telling anyone who would listen, and they definitely thought he was going crazy. Sebastian and Gabriele weren’t making a big deal, so everyone thought Dino was making it up. There was no way Arvid had a girlfriend. He was the type to want to flaunt a girlfriend if he had one, so clearly, he didn’t have one. It wasn’t until the two walked into the paddock that, suddenly, everyone went quiet.

Arvid walked through the scanner in his Red Bull kit and waited for Y/n to scan her pass. It was obvious to everyone that the Prema kit she was wearing was not her own. Once she got through, her hand was in Arvid’s as he led her to the Prema trailer. No one could believe their eyes.

Dino stood off to the side with a couple of drivers as they all watched the two lovers laugh at something before disappearing in the trailer.

“I don’t get it,” Luke cleared the air as he still focused on the now-closed door they went in. “I don’t believe they’re together.”

“Yeah,” Laurens chuckled in agreement. “I don’t see him as the type to pull her.”

“Oh, just wait until you find out the racing driver is a passenger princess,” Dino chuckled off-handedly as he started to walk away.

“You are lying!” Tim shouted after him, wanting to hear more details.

“Nope,” Dino stated with a pop. “I’m not spilling everything. You all thought I was lying about his girlfriend! Why would I give you more tea?”

“Fine, I’ll just ask Sebastian,” Tim shrugged off as he walked off with Laurens and Luke following closely behind him.

“No!” Dino shouted as he ran after them. “Wait for me!”

~~~ Part 2->

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midnight love (part 4)

please find the other parts via my masterlist in the pinned post on my blog!

pairing: megumi x f!reader summary: after surprising you on your 21st birthday, you ditch your friends to be with Megumi and finally talk. How will things be between the two of you, after everything that happened? genre: angst, but there's smut in the end heh content warning: !aged up characters!, college au, abusive/toxic relationship and dynamics, dark content, euphoria inspired dialogue (the part in the car is heavily inspired but I just love that conversation), mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking/cigarettes, explicit smut I guess lol word count: 6.7k

a/n: honestly, even if one person likes and comments on my writing it motivates me to keep going so thank you @denkisupremacist ily. also thanks to everyone else that commented/liked/reblogged the other parts. if u want to be tagged just dm me <3

recommended songs: midnight love - girl in red / I THINK - Tyler, The Creator / Altitude - Montell Fish / Exscape - Montell Fish

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD ! MDNI ! 18+

It wasn't that you liked lying to your friends. But as soon as you stepped back into the bar and slipped the necklace Megumi had just given you into your pocket, you knew you had to come up with an excuse to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"There you are!"

Yuji and Yuta were standing in front of you. They had both put on their jackets and looked at you with relief as you walked through the door.

"We came to check on you, you've been gone for almost half an hour," Yuji says, and you see Yuta's eyes follow your hand as you stuff the necklace into your pocket, but he says nothing.

"Uh—sorry, guys I could’ve texted one of you," you mumble, "my mum, she, uh, just had a lot to talk about." 

Yuji’s is about to return to the others and take you with him to complete his mission as you link arms with him, when suddenly you both hear Yuta clear his throat. You spin around, feeling caught as you see the tall boy still standing there, frozen in place, his expression telling you that he didn't buy your story. 

You hesitate for a moment, but then you give Yuta a questioning look.

"Really? Did something happen? I mean, it's late, why didn't she call you earlier if she wanted to talk?", Yuta asks and you let go of Yuji's arm, who oblivious to the suggestiveness in Yuta's voice. You watch him make his way back to your table before turning back to Yuta.

"No, everything's fine," you start as Yuta avoids your gaze and looks outside through the large windows in the entrance, as if he expected someone to be waiting there, "I guess my mum just misses me.

"Are you waiting for someone or shall we go back?" you finally ask him with a smile on your lips as he turns back to you.

"The texts that popped up on your phone earlier weren't from your mum, y/n." 

You flinch, barely noticeable, as you hear what Yuta says to you. You had already turned away from him to join the others, deciding that if he wanted to investigate any further, he could do so on his own.

"Yuta, please…", you groan and look at him, rolling your eyes.

Now you really wanted to avoid him, so instead of going back to the others, you made your way through the people towards the bar in the back.

"No, stop avoiding me, I know he texted you." You heard his voice from right behind you. Great, he followed you.

"What do you want to hear now?", you ask him, turning to look him straight in the eye. He holds your gaze, towering over you as he takes off his jacket. You climb onto one of the stools by the bar and cross your arms like a stubborn child.

"I want to hear that you're not only getting older but also more mature, y/n," Yuta sighs, plopping down on the bar stool right next to you.

"How long have we known each other now? Three years? Four years? You were already Maki's best friend when I met you two."

"What’s you point, Yuta? Is it because of Maki? I don't think he'll do anything to her, I can assure you..."

"No, y/n, he won't do anything to her, but he will do something to you, and you don't want to realize that."

"Yuta, he said he’s sorry, he was drunk and he saw me with Choso, that was kind of my fault, I-", you protest, "I triggered that reaction." 

You could see the spark of desperation flash across Yuta's face. It wasn't your fault, you didn't provoke him, you didn't trigger his reaction - but you weren't ready to admit that. 

"He would never hurt me on purpose, I think he just needs... help," you added, "I can help him."

Yuta pressed his lips together and closed his eyes for a tiny moment. His sigh was clearly audible, he rubbed his temples as if his head hurt. 

"None of us can protect you," he admitted, before taking a deep breath, "and I can't bear to hold my girlfriend in my arms over and over again while she cries because her best friend wakes up next to her from a panic attack five nights in a row, because she was assaulted and almost strangled by a guy she thinks loves her."

His words force you to look up at him and your eyes widen as you realize what he had just said. Maki has always been so strong for you, you don't remember when you last saw her crying, and now you realize how selfish you have been. You were only able to put up with everything Megumi had done to you because your friends were there to catch you.

"And I'm afraid of the day I'll find out that this guy has gone too far and I'll never be able to see my friend again." Yuta takes one of the two beers he ordered for both of you and takes a sip.

You swallow, amazed at how quickly this conversation had turned.

"Yuta, you know Megumi, you know what his problems are, I can't leave him, I love him," you blurt out, "I can't leave him."

"I haven't really known him for a while now, and I think he needs therapy before he's allowed to ever come near you again."

"You're not his personal punching bag, fuck, y/n, I've seen that before with my mum and my - my dad." 

Your heart starts beating faster as you listen to what he reveals. He's never told you that before.

"He won't change," he mumbles, taking another sip, his gaze averted from you.

"That," his eyes were on your neck now, making you want to turn away from him, "you can still cover up. Next will be the black eye and the broken nose."

"If you’re lucky," he adds quietly. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

It was just like the conversation with Yuji, you just couldn't argue, you had no arguments. You could justify everything to yourself, but to Yuta? To Yuji? To Maki? Of course they were right, but you didn't want to hear it. You didn't believe that you could be alone and you didn't believe that you could ever love another person the way you loved Megumi. What could you say to your friends, your friends who had been worried from the beginning? 

Megumi had once belonged to this group, until he changed more and more and your relationship grew more difficult. 

So you wondered what you should tell your friends in the future. Right in this moment, you couldn't even look Yuta in the eye, especially him, he had been the first to notice…

"Let me go, Megumi, you’re hurting me," you begged, pressed up against the wall. It was dark, of course it was, you went out tonight with all of your friends and you were far away from the dance floors upstairs. It was so dark that you could barely make out his face, only occasionally did a few lights flash across his features.

He had one hand on your hip, his fingers digging into your bare skin, while the other had a firm grip on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. 

"What was that, huh?", he spat at you, he was nearly fuming, his body pressed up against yours in an attempt to keep you in place, "Were you flirting with him? I saw the looks you gave him."

"'Gumi he’s in one of my seminars, it was noth—ow!" You grimace in pain as his hand leaves your hip and grabs your upper arm instead, pulling you along with him. He walks a few steps until you are at the foot of the stairs leading up. Megumi rears up in front of you, towering over you as he forces you a few more steps backwards into the cramped space between the stairs and the wall.

"No, stop, what are you doing, I don’t-", you protest, but you have no chance to escape, "Stop this nonsense, Megumi, nothing happened, let me..."

"You’re dressed like a fucking hooker for what, hmm? For him?", he growled, the tone of his voice silencing you in an instant, "Wanna show me what you wanted to do to him?" He pushed you against the wall. You groaned as you lost your balance for a second and hit the back of your head.

"Come on, don’t be so shy now." 

You stared up at your boyfriend, trapped between him and the wall behind you. His hands were groping all over your body, and you felt his right hand move up to grab your chin again, but this time it didn't stay there. Instead, his fingers wrapped around your neck, squeezing lightly, but none of that seemed familiar. He had done this before, in another setting, he knew you liked it, but this time was different. Even though it was dark, you could see the lust in his eyes, but there was none in yours. And you could feel how upset he was, he was angry and rough and you knew that he didn't care what you wanted at the moment.

"Stop, I—I don’t want this, let me go," you sobbed and tried to wriggle out of his grip, "Megumi, please, let me go…"

"What the fuck, man, leave her alone."

You looked up to see Yuta rushing down the stairs, grabbing Megumi by the shoulders and pulling him back without waiting for any more context. He read the situation right, so he didn't need you to confirm anything for him. 

He heard you the first time.

"Fuck, man, what was that supposed to be? What's wrong with you?", he shouted at him, pushing him back, further down the hall. Yuta actually was a bit taller than Megumi and was able to keep him in check, even if he fought back. You had probably never seen Yuta this upset and Megumi seemed to think the same, but you had no intention of staying to see what they would make of it. 

As soon as Megumi was busy with Yuta, you gave him a thankful look and hurried up the stairs, right into Maki’s arms. She quickly realised what was going on and sent Yuji to separate the two. 

After that, you left with her and Nobara and that was the first of many nights you spent in Maki's bed, instead of your own.

"Hey, guys, there you are," Maki interrupts the two of you as she walks over to her boyfriend and puts her arm around his waist.

Noticing that the others have also gathered around you, obviously ready to leave, you look in the other direction and wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes. 

"We've decided to move on," Yuji says excitedly, "we'll either go to another bar or back to our apartment, what do you think?"

"That's actually a good idea," Yuta chimes in, standing up and grabbing his jacket before taking Maki's hand, "let's go."

You stand up as well and take your chance while you can.

"Guys, I would love to come with you, but I have to retake an exam on Monday and I think I really need to catch up on some sleep," you explain, and you're not even lying, "Shoko offered to drive me home, she's already waiting for me outside, so I think I should go."

Well, that was a lie.

Your friends protest, but you ignored them - you had already put on your jacket and were about to give each of them a big hug.

"Thank you for the surprise," you say and wave goodbye, "Honestly guys, it was so much fun with you, thank you."

You smile and did your best to avoid their glances, trying not to look at Yuta, Choso or Maki, who had probably already seen through you as well.

"See you," you mumble and turn around, taking your phone out of your purse to text Megumi before you had even left the bar.

You grin to yourself, eyes glued to you phone as you push open the door, your other hand fishing the necklace out of the pocket of your jeans. You put your phone back in your purse before you put your necklace back on when you hear another notification.

Megumi had sent you his location, so you followed the map on your phone screen without looking back. You were already quite far away and out of sight, but if you had turned around, you would have seen how your friends left the bar. And then you would have seen how Gojo and Getou were standing outside with them, with Shoko in their middle, waiting for the others. 

Shoko, who, as you told them earlier, was supposed to drive you home.

You are just about to get into his car as a call from Maki appears on your screen. Instead of answering it, you reject the call, and you lean over to Megumi to kiss him. Then you turn off your phone.

***

I know I don’t want to Be the one that you run to When you got nowhere else to go When you need some love

You watched as Megumi tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, while you were silently listening to the music playing in the car. He had one hand on your thigh and while he was driving the two of you sat in comfortable silence. The setting was much too familiar for you to be nervous around him.

"Why did you not even hesitate for a second when I texted you earlier?"

I know I’m the last one You try to call but I always give in To give  you  it  all

"What?", you ask after a moment. You understood what he said, but still.

"I know I hurt you, I mean-" He looked over to you, before turning back to the street.

"I mean, not only physically but also.. emotionally." 

Yue. 

The images of him being all over her came back flooding to your brain and you just shook your head as if you were trying to get those thoughts out of your mind. 

"Can we not talk about that?", you ask and try to smile at him, while you feel his hand squeezing your thigh.

I can’t be your midnight love When your silver is my gold

Megumi stays quiet after that. You sink deeper into the seat and think about the last time you sat here, think about what you said to him.

"Sometimes I feel like you've ruined me forever," you say after a while, staring out of the windshield in front of you. You let your head fall back against the headrest, before turning to look at him.

In this light, I swear I’m blind In this light, I swear you’re mine

"Well, it does sound romantic when you say it like that," Megumi replies after thinking about your words for a little while.

"I still love you, you know that?" He looks at you.

"Yeah, you said that, after kissing me goodbye earlier," you mumble, not taking your eyes off him,

"But why, though? Why do you love me, when you do all this?"

You can see that he thinks about your question for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s probably not quite what you wanted to hear. Rather, you wanted to hear why he hurt you so much, again and again, when he said he loved you.

"'Cause you’re smart. And cruel, in a way, but not really. You’re so beautiful I don’t ever get tired of looking at you."

"Not really smart?", you ask.

"Not really cruel," Megumi says.

You nod and you don’t say anything after that, at least not for little while. Instead, you watch the lights go by as the car pulls off the highway and slows down after another few minutes, eventually coming to a stop and you realize you're in the parking lot in front of Megumis dorm building. 

You look over at him, once again.

"You know, it’s funny that you say that," you observe, "it’s funny because that’s something I didn’t really realize until after you broke up with me."

"That you���re the cruel one, and not me."

You swallow and feel his hand leaving your thigh to turn off the car.

"Did you know that I loved you?", you ask, without taking your eyes off of him, "Of course you know that, I’ve told you often enough."

You told him right in this car, a few weeks ago. The exact same thing.

"I’ll probably sound like a broken record but I’m not talking about obsessing over you, or fighting or fucking," you declare and your hands start trembling, "I’m talking about love."

"Did you feel loved by me?" The question rolls of your tongue so easily but the minute you asked, you were afraid of the answer.

"I don’t know." He says, almost to quiet for you to hear him. That’s what you were afraid of.

"I don’t know if I feel anything, really," he adds,

"I just know that I love you. And I haven’t stopped, ever, since the moment I first saw you."

I hope that the right time one day arrives So I’ll be willing to let this die Able to look you right in the eyes Say I’m not your consolation prize

"You wanna stay the night?", he then asks, one hand still on the steering wheel, as if he needs to hold on to something. 

"I’d love to," you reply immediately.

***

You hadn't even made it into his dorm room as you were already pressed up against him, the two of you tightly entwined, one of his hands roaming your body while the other one was trying to unlock the door. As soon as you stepped into the building together you'd closed the distance between you, pressed your lips so gently to his, and he didn't stop kissing or touching you since, the way up to the second floor taking longer than expected.

You couldn't even begin to describe how good it was to feel him, to taste him, to smell him, to be pressed up against his body, to feel his breath on your skin as you heard the small pants he released into your mouth.

When Megumi finally manages to open the door, you almost lose your balance and you interrupt the kiss to catch yourself from stumbling. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he was able to catch you, his arms already wrapped around your body anyway. You noticed how content he looked, his eyes never once leaving yours, instead he seemed to get lost in them as he maneuvered you backwards into his apartment.

"What abou—mhmm," you try to ask, but you're quickly interrupted by Megumi pressing his lips to yours again as he closes the door behind you. 

"What about Noritoshi?", you try again as he pulls away.

"Hmm?", he asks, and you can almost see the question marks popping up above his head. 

Not a second later it dawns on him. 

"Ohh, no, he's still out of the country," he says, kicking off his shoes, before locking his lips with yours again.

Right, his roommate's semester abroad, you almost forgot that he’s living alone at the moment.

"Thank God," you murmur against his lips as you slip your hands under his hoodie and t-shirt, pushing them both up and feeling the goosebumps on his skin as you touch him. He grins at your words and you help him out of his clothes, which he tosses carelessly to the side.

Standing with your back to the door, you had already slipped out of your jacket, it had found its place on the floor next to his clothes. Your noses bump together in the heat of the moment as Megumi pulls your shirt over your head, his lips so desperate to find yours again after being separated for a moment. 

It causes both of you to giggle.

You look at him in awe, and even though you noticed earlier tonight that he must have lost some weight, he still looked so good. You reach out to him and touch his chest, your fingertips ghosting over his skin, tracing the outline of his abs down his stomach until you hook a finger into the waistband of his jeans, and you manage to open them up with the help of your other hand. 

You don't get much further than that, as Megumi presses you up against the door slightly, his hands roaming your body before opening up your bra in a swift motion, tossing it to the side just like he did with your other clothes. His lips were on yours again and he relaxes into the kiss, supporting himself with his left hand next to your face, while his right caressed your waist, squeezing the flesh of your hips and tapping your thigh once, then twice, signaling you to wrap your hands around his neck, so you did. He picked you up with ease, his lips never leaving yours even for a second while your legs wrapped around his waist and he carries you through the room, over to his bed.

Megumi sets you down carefully on the mattress, pulling back for a moment to get rid of his jeans and pulling yours down as well before crawling after you. He hovers over you, supporting himself with both hands next to your face, taking a good look at your body before pressing his mouth to yours and forcing his tongue inside, making you moan against his lips.

His lips trail up your jaw, then down your neck to suck on your sensitive skin. You were lost in thought and the sensation made you flinch for a split second as you were still afraid of any kind of touch to your neck. You did your best not to show it, but of course he noticed.

"'m sorry, baby," Megumi mumbles against your skin, kissing up to the corner of your mouth, while you assure him that everything's alright. 

"It’s okay," you breathe, cupping his face with one hand as you look into his eyes. He hesitates for a moment, but you can see a smile tugging at his lips.

"What?", you ask, brushing a black strand of hair out of his face.

"You look so pretty," he sighs. After all, he was the only one that was able to make you blush like that.

"Oh, stop it." You loved it when he talked like this.

"No, I missed your pretty face," he insists.

"Missed those two pretty girls," he continues, as his lips trail down your chest, kissing your soft skin and latching his mouth onto your hardened nipple, while his hand began to play with the other bud. He drew a few soft moans from you, your fingertips grabbing at his messy hair. 

After giving some attention to them, he released your already swollen nipple with a lewd pop! to move his lips further down your body, peppering your stomach with kisses, his nose brushing over your skin and the cold air hitting your wet buds sent shivers down your spine.

You couldn’t help but whine as he kissed down the inside of your thighs, spreading them apart with his large hands while his fingertips were digging into you skin, revealing the damp fabric of your panties. As he kissed the wet patch that was already starting to form you had no other response for him than the needy moan that escaped your lips, and when you felt his teeth grazing at the seam of your underwear, you grew impatient.

"'Gumi, please," you whimper, your fingers still buried in his dark hair, now slightly tugging at the ends.

"Missed my pretty pussy," he groans, before pulling your wet panties to the side, making you shiver once again as the cold air met your slick. 

"Fuck, you’re so wet for me," Megumi hisses, swiping his thumb over your clit and through your folds, gathering your juices.

"All for me," he muses, looking up at you as you lie there, looking so pretty for him, with flushed cheeks and those lewd moans that you couldn’t stop from escaping your throat.

"Megumi, please," you plead, again, wriggling your hips downwards in his direction, "n-need you, now."

But he ignored your begging, savoured this moment to the fullest while he inspected your pussy, admiring how wet you were just from making out with him.

"Stop being such a fucking tease," you whimper and close your eyes, throwing your head back in a stubborn attempt to grasp a single, clear thought, while your mind was already growing so dizzy with him taking his time.

"Mhm, won’t let me enjoy the view for a moment, huh? So needy already", Megumi groans with a sly grin on his lips. He pulls down your panties in an agonizingly slow motion, keeping them in his hands before coming back up to press a kiss to your lips, which you return hungrily, causing him to chuckle. 

He pulls away, while staring deep into your eyes.

"Open your mouth," he orders while you just stare at him through glassy eyes. You’re perplexed for a second, looking at your panties in his hand.

"I said," he coos, lowering himself down to your ear, "open your mouth."

You finally obey, parting your lips and showing your tongue. Without another word he stuffs your dampened panties into your mouth, the sensation of your own taste on your tongue drawing a muffled moan from you. 

"Next time think twice before giving me orders," he growls into your ear, his low voice making you rub your thighs together in anticipation. You nod, moaning against the fabric as Megumi returns to his original position, and hooks his arms around your legs. Without another warning he licks a thick stripe along your dripping cunt, swirling his tongue through your wet folds, but never quite hitting your clit. He was still teasing you, not giving you what you wanted just because you acted up.

You let out a desperate moan, even though it’s muffled by the soft fabric stuffed into your mouth. A fat tear rolls down your cheek while you’re squirming beneath him, desperate for some attention on your swollen bud. 

His tongue circles your entrance, licking through your folds while he’s eager on not giving your clit too much attention. You whimper and whine, your body trembling underneath him as your hands let go of his hair, moving up your thighs towards your core when you couldn’t wait any longer for him to finally give you what you wanted.

The vibrations of Megumi humming against your slick left you wanting for more, and just as you were about to let your own fingers dive in, giving yourself some kind of release and rubbing at your clit, he grabs both of your wrists with one of his large hands and holds them tightly while he continued to lap at your sweet pussy. You’re left whining and begging, most of your sounds being inaudible, but he could hear how desperate you were. 

You almost choke on your own spit as you suddenly feel him sucking hard on your neglected clit, your hips bucking up towards him made him release your wrists from his tight grip. He dug his fingers into the plush of your thighs to force them back open and keep you from suffocating him between your legs, after they clamped down around his head at the unexpected sensation.

Those deep groans he was releasing into your sopping pussy made you even wetter, and it felt like Megumi wanted to drown in you, his tongue pushing in and out of your hole, circling your clit and sucking on it, while you were only able to roll your eyes back and whine in desperation, your moans getting swallowed as your mouth was stuffed full. 

You throw your head back again, breathing hard through your nose, while hot tears kept flowing down your cheeks, you couldn’t take it, it was just too much for you. 

Megumi glances up at you, watching you squirm and wriggle under his grip, enjoying every second of your struggle, while you felt your core tighten with every swipe of his tongue against your cunt. 

"Oh, I really fucking missed this pussy," he growls, with a grin on his lips, while all you could do was moan so desperately in return.

Your body tenses up as he flicks his tongue against your clit, and just when you thought that you were about to lose your mind, he brings a hand up to push a long digit inside of your clenching hole, sliding in a second as a response to your loud moans right after, pumping them in and out of you slowly, and stretching you out as your walls squeeze down on him. 

"Hnnngh," you whimper, everything else getting swallowed by your soaked panties. You were so close and he knew that, picking up the pace at which he was pumping his digits in and out of you, curling his fingers into your core, while his tongue was relentlessly drawing circles on your sensitive bud. 

"What was that?", he asks, a teasing smirk on his lips, "Speak up." 

You whine and squeeze your thighs together, when finally he pulls the fabric out of your mouth, a string of saliva still clinging to it as drool trickles down the corner of your mouth. 

"So nasty," he grunts, tossing your panties aside, "you’re close?" 

You nod with your eyes closed. "Mhmm," you whine, "’Gonna cum, please, make me cum." 

"Fuck, you look so hot," he groans lowly, "gonna cum for me? Go ahead, baby."

"I’ve got you, cum on my tongue." 

And just as he pushes a third finger inside you, tongue still relentlessly lapping at your wet folds, you let out a loud cry and your head falls back against the mattress. You can feel your cunt squeezing down against his fingers as your orgasm washes over you and your thighs start to shake as he pulls his fingers out, lazily rubbing your throbbing clit through your high, leaving you shuddering while seeing only stars behind your closed eyes.

It takes a while for you to come down again and you peel your eyes open to see Megumi hovering over your body, admiring the fucked out expression on your face. He kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his lips, a small whimper falling from your mouth in return. You cup his face, almost too weak to reach your arm out for him, while he soothingly brushes his thumb over your cheek.

"Did so, so good for me, baby," he coos, you enjoy his praise, and having his warm body pressed up against you felt so familiar.

You’re too overwhelmed as you watch him pull off his briefs, the sight of his cock making you dizzy once again. It’s not like it’s the first time you see him, but every time he manages to make your mouth water just at the sight of how big he his, so big that you can already feel the sting he would cause while stretching you out.

"Tired?", he asks with a smirk on his face, and without waiting for an answer he grabs you by your hips and pulls you towards him. 

"Let me take care of that," he groans, helping you up to place a pillow underneath your hips, "Just relax for me, baby." 

Your face was still so hot, and your cheeks still flushed a deep shade of pink. Your head lolls to the side, exhaustion pulling at your heavy eyelids, as Megumi grabs your chin and turns your face towards him.

"Hey, look at me, babygirl," he chuckles, "'Wanna see your pretty face when my dick’s buried deep inside of you." 

Megumi wastes no time, smearing pre-cum that leaked from his tip along your still completely soaked cunt, and lining himself up with your entrance. You can’t do anything else than let out a helpless gasp as he presses the head of his dick into you.

"Fuck," he hisses, "'Been thinking about this since the last time I’ve got to fuck you." 

He pushes himself in slowly, the stretch of his girth still giving you a stinging sensation, even though his fingers were already trying to prepare you earlier. You can hear your own desperate whines bouncing off the walls of his bedroom, and as he grabs both of your legs to throw them over his shoulder to bottom out completely, a high-pitched moan escapes your throat.

"Fuck, y’feel so good, 'Gumi," you whine, "S-so big, stretching me out so well."

"You’re still so fucking tight," Megumi huffs, kissing your ankles while his hands grab onto your legs for support, "I won’t last long if you’re squeezing me like that, fuck."

All you could hear was the sound of his wet skin, coated in your juices, slapping against your ass, while he pushed into you, increasing his pace with every thrust, fucking you senseless. There was nothing there to muffle the lewd moans that left your lips and you were so fucked out that you didn’t care about his neighbors anymore, you weren’t even able to hold back your sounds.

He hit your cervix a few times in a row, causing you to see stars and desperately search for anything to hold on to. Those whimpers and whines that fell from your lips were in sync with his thrusts, and soon you were nothing but a crying mess beneath him.

"F-fuck, M-megumi," you sob, trying to catch your breath, your fingers digging into the sheets, "S-slow down, it’s too—nnghh." 

"Slow down?", a low groan escapes him as he rolls his hips into yours at a steady pace, "already got lost in this pussy, you better hold on tight." You look up at him, your eyebrows drawn together, and you see sweat trickling down his temples.

"Oh god," you moan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, while he fills you all the way up with every snap of his hips against yours. You feel like losing your mind for the second time tonight, your walls clenching and throbbing around him, sucking him in so deep that you’re wondering how he’s even able to thrust in and out of you at that pace. 

"Shit," Megumi curses, and you’re so close that you nearly cum again with one harsh brush of his pelvis against your swollen clit. He had already fucked you dumb, tears stinging in your eyes and when he leaned down, pushing your legs up to your chest, you knew that he was close too. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him made him falter and he had to support himself by clutching onto the headboard, to not completely crush you while leaning onto your body. 

You can feel how your walls tighten around his length and hearing his low, breathy moans against your ear made your second orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Megumi notices how you grab tighter onto the sheets, so he moves the angle of his hips just a bit to hit your sweet spot and it immediately does it’s magic, you’re left sobbing when you feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

"You gonna cum with me, baby?", Megumi pants and while you’re unable to form any logical sentence, all you’re able to reply is a drawn-out moan as he pushes you over the edge a second time tonight. You feel his thrusts getting sloppier with every stroke while your second high washes over you and then he practically collapses on top of your body. His body is trembling as he releases thick ropes of his load deep into your abused pussy, and you hold him while he curses and whines 'Fuck, you feel so good' and 'Shit, I was so afraid I lost you for good this time' 

and also 'I love you so much'.

He almost crushes you with his weight as he leans down and presses his lips to yours, drowning in that afterglow. You're too exhausted to say anything, so you’re just stroking his back soothingly, listening to your heart beating in sync, while you’re coming down from your high.

After a while he slides off you, not without planting another kiss on your temple, and grabs the blanket at the foot of his bed to pull it over you both, his body pressed up against yours behind you, one arm draped over your waist. You both lie in silence for a while, just enjoying each others warmth.

"I didn’t hesitate because I missed you so much I couldn’t even think straight," you mumble, answering the question he asked you in the car earlier.

"The moment you left the room, I knew I wouldn't see you again for a while."

"You do this every time, do you know that?", you swallow when you feel him pulling you in against his chest, "You treat me like shit, then we make up and you say you’ll stay, and then you're gone."

"Y/n…" You hear his raspy voice against your hair.

"No, we have to work on this," you insist and turn around to face him, your hand placed flat against his bare chest, "I don’t wanna lose you." Your voice sounded brittle, almost fragile.

Megumi sits up again, resting his back against the headboard, while you stay in your position, scooting over to him a little bit to lean your head against his side. "I promise you we’ll work this out, y/n." You were naive enough that this was sufficient for you. After all, you had no other choice but to rely on his words.

You climb out of his bed to put on your t-shirt and search for your underwear until you remember what happened to it. How convenient that you left some clothes at his place a while ago, so you go over to his wardrobe to find something suitable. You cringe a little at the sight of the white thong embroidered with the words 'Lucky You'. 

You bought it when you were like eighteen and you have to chuckle while putting it on. Well, you weren’t so wrong back then.

Megumi looks up after hearing you giggle and you throw him a pair of grey sweatpants and his black hoodie, which he puts on, but not without taking another look at you.

"Mhmm—guess I am," he rasps, lifting the covers to motion for you to come back to him, "Come here."

You grab your phone and walk over to him, cuddling up to his warm body while turning your phone back on. You wanted to know what time it was, and you remembered turning it off earlier when Maki tried to call you. 

Your phone screen turns white before you see your lock screen, a picture of you, Maki and Nobara, and as soon as it gets a signal, several notifications pop up all at once. You had about six missed calls from Maki and Yuta, even Shoko had texted you and right at the bottom of the screen were three messages from Choso.

'Are you with him?'

'Text me if you’re alright'

'I swear to god, y/n, if he hurts you, I’m gon…'

You weren’t fast enough to hide the texts from Megumi.

I can’t be your second best Close but not your favorite I keep going back for more Where there’s nothing from before

[busycloudy]

if u write only for twst can yew do Floyd leech and and and uhhh errmmmm uhhhh guy reader mc idc whose scenemo and floyd discovers they have shared tastes and mc/reader gives him make over 😣

IF UR POTENTIALLY OPEN TO OTHER FANDOMZ.. STARTZ TREMBLING AND FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.. TARTAGLIA...

okay thanks ily pooks

thx for requesting!!! I will be actually joining new fandoms real soon and hopefully writing for them, so this will probs be my last time writing for twst atm :3 n e wayz, I hope you enjoy this!

A fluff fic

The reader is MC and goes by he/him pronouns.

This can be read in both a platonic and romantic way!

Floyd may be ooc due to the fact I haven't played twst in MONTHS + This will include hcs

You were making some kandi bracelets again since you didn't really have much else to do and also wanted to add more to your collection (you already had like 37 but shhh) until you heard your door creak, causing you to look up to a tall, smiley, blue haired figure, which was Floyd of course!

"Heya shrimpy, watcha making there~" He asked with curiosity in his eyes.

"Nothin much, just making bracelets" You responded as you tied the string together to finish this piece off.

"Ohhhh...I think I tried that before but got bored cuz the beads kept falling off" Floyd sighed, "But I like to make shirts!" Floyd excitedly claimed. "Really?? Me too!" You smiled. "We should bleach some shirts together sometime!" You requested. Floyd put a finger on his chin, pondering. "Mehhh...maybe...OR we could right now" He instead offered, to which you had to accept, hell maybe you could even give him a full makeover!

You got the black shirts, cardboard, and bleach out and began working. The two of you finished after about 15-20 minutes and adored the results. Floyd went with a skeleton type pattern and ended up cutting the sleeves off his shirt, and you'd gone with a spine with wings, but in all honesty you just went with whatever came to your head as you'd done so.

You two complemented each other's shirts and such and then you offered the idea you came up with earlier. "Floyd, what if I gave you some clothes to style with that shirt? I have some stuff that I got in a size too big so I haven't worn it yet, and I could get you some shoes" You suggested. "Shrimpy, giving me a makeover?hmmmm...sureee, but only if I can give you one too!" He said, and you nodded your head.

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You handed Floyd your eyeliner, eyeshadow, brushes, etc and let him create away, and you discovered he was actually good at doing makeup and such.

Your makeup:

(you may imagine wtv you'd prefer tho!)

Floyd's outfit:( I couldn't find a good png and was DEF not drawing this cuz I can't 💔) FLIP I FORGOT THE KANDI. But anyways his stuff would say stuff like eel rave and sea slugs etc

Floyd entered his dorm happy with the new outfit he now has. "Ah, hello Floyd. Where has this outfit come from?" Jade came out of nowhere, asking. "I bleached this shirt, but Shrimpy gave me this other stuff! Isn't he soooo cool!" Floyd giggled. "I do rather like it...maybe I ought to see what he could do for me too..." Jade pondered

[teyamskxawng]

In Heat [II]

Lo'ak Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Previously: Chapter I

Keep reading: Chapter III, Chapter IV

The rundown: Tensions rise in the aftermath of your chance encounter with Lo'ak.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut-ish??, language, kiri being mother <3, characters are aged up, minors do not interact!! please

WC: 7.2k

A/N: this chapter is kind of long but it's for the plot!! thanks for reading idk ily :)

That evening, Lo'ak couldn't bring himself to ignore the glaring absence of your presence at dinner. Anxiety set in as his gaze swept across the dining area, well aware that you also skipped lunch that afternoon. Lo’ak’s worry only grew as the meal went on, anchored by the knowledge he had of your unwavering stubbornness.

He knew you well enough to know that you were most likely holed up inside your tent, refusing to leave after what went down earlier that morning, though that was about as far as he let himself dwell on your current condition. 

Lo’ak totally understood the reasoning for your deliberate seclusion, but he wasn’t going to let you starve to death inside your home–embarrassed about the situation or not. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he turned to his sister, hoping to confirm your whereabouts.

"Kiri," he began, trying to sound casual yet failing to suppress the worry in his voice. "Have you seen y/n today?"

All too familiar with her brother's persistent nature, Kiri responded with a less-than-enthusiastic demeanor. Annoyed by his meddling, she pushed him away with an assertive shove to the shoulder.

"No. Why don't you try leaving the poor girl alone for once in your life?"

Despite his sister's snide remark, Lo'ak's determination to find you intensified. His persistence shone through as he continued his inquiry.

"But Kiri, y/n wasn't at dinner or lunch. I don't think she ate anything today."

At that moment, Kiri could no longer feign apathy. Lo'ak's genuine concern had a way of breaking through even her toughest exterior, and she was also admittedly concerned for you, her close friend.

She hesitated, then sighed in resignation, glancing over at the table laden with leftover meat and vegetables from their dinner. "Fine," she relented. "I'll go bring some of the leftovers up to–"

Lo'ak suddenly interrupted Kiri mid-sentence with an impassioned "No!" startling not only himself but also the people eating around them, who shot him a series of curious and bewildered looks.

Despite what he told himself not to think about, Lo'ak's overactive imagination created a vivid image of the state you might be in at the moment. He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat, pushing the images of you–desperately clinging to his shoulders, head thrown back in pleasure as you cursed and whined and moaned and let yourself unravel on top of him–from his traitorously wandering mind.

When he had the chance to console you earlier in the day, he told himself it was probably just a one-time thing. Just a friend helping a friend come in the heat of the moment, something you'd both silently and mutually agree to forget ever happened.

Still, he knew that he couldn't just avoid you forever. It'd be suspicious. Practically everyone knew how close you two were. And besides, he didn't want to avoid you. He wanted to be the one to check in on you; he felt the protective need to be the one who was there for you during your heat. Just like any good friend with zero feelings attached would. He'd just have to find a way to convince himself about that last part...

Kiri raised a puzzled eyebrow at her brother, silently asking for an explanation.

Fuck. He hadn't actually thought that far. Eager to minimize his obvious blunder, Lo'ak hurriedly attempted to cover his tracks by saying, "I mean, I can bring y/n the food instead. There's something I wanted to ask her. Something about..."

Lo'ak's voice wavered precariously as he scrambled to fabricate a credible excuse for wanting to see you again.

In a last-ditch effort to sound somewhat rational, he finally muttered the first feasible reason that popped into his head: "...it's about our next training session together. You know, warrior stuff."

He attempted to deliver a soothing grin towards his sister, yet in her perspective, Lo’ak merely resembled a brainless banshee.

With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, Kiri gave in to her brother's antics.

"Ugh. Whatever, Lo’ak. So weird," she muttered, a hint of amusement dancing in her expression. Lo'ak heaved a sigh of relief, grateful that she finally relented without digging too deep.

Wasting no time, Lo'ak eagerly hurried over to the serving table. He selected a sizable cassava leaf and began piling a mountainous portion of sari and grilled sturmbeest onto its surface. He folded the leaf around the heap of leftovers, then secured the bundle with twine, tying it into a tight knot.

With the parcel in hand, Lo'ak proceeded to make his exit from the gathering with a quick stride. As he stepped out of the crowded cave, his feet seemed to navigate the pathway toward your tent on their own accord.

Meanwhile, you found yourself cooped up in your home, where you had remained all day ever since your chance encounter with Lo'ak.

Huddled closely by a flickering fire that cast a faint, warm glow over your living space, you distractedly sharpened an impressively long spear with a dull blade.

Your nose suddenly twitched as if betraying you.

You were overwhelmed by the all-too-familiar scent of fragrant herbs, rich musk, a tantalizing sweet spice, and...grilled meat?

Your tail immediately stiffened in recognition. There was no question about it–Lo'ak was unmistakably nearby, and unfortunately, you were still most definitely in the throes of your heat. It was a catastrophe in the making. You must have been cursed by Eywa.

You heard a gentle rap at your tent's flap, followed by the whispered voice of your best friend quietly calling your name.

"y/n?"

Internally cursing your circumstances with every ounce of your being, your legs betrayed you as they involuntarily propelled you to your feet and toward the entrance of your tent. Your treacherous tail swayed in anticipation, giving away your hidden excitement.

With a reluctant move, you untied the fastening on your entryway. You cautiously lifted it open just wide enough to see the figure of Lo'ak shadowed in the darkness outside, a leaf full of what was definitely food cradled in his hands.

At that moment, you realized you had forgotten about the simple yet vital act of nourishment–the process of consuming food essential to sustaining life. Right. Such was the impact of your recent experiences that your thoughts had been entirely consumed by your primal, lust-fueled desires and the tantalizing tease of your fingers against your–

"y/n,"

Lo'ak repeated himself, noticing your lack of response to your own name. His gaze nervously shifted to the spear you held, his free palm lifted in front of him in a show of caution. The palm that held your hips down on his leg, the palm that you had eagerly traced with your tongue, the palm whose fingers were inside of you.

Momentarily lost in your thoughts, you snapped back to reality.

You casually tossed the weapon you'd been sharpening onto a nearby mat, attempting to appear calm and composed and not as though you wanted your best friend to fuck you right there in the entrance of your tent.

"I was just sharpening some of my weapons. Trying to keep myself busy."

The deeper, unspoken motivation behind your actions hung in the air between the two of you. Both you and Lo'ak understood exactly what you were alluding to. 

Lo'ak bobbed his head, the two-word response, "Right. Good." escaping his lips.

He noticed your gaze shifting, avoiding his eyes and fixating on the morsel in his hands. Deciding to address the obvious, Lo'ak extended the wrapped meal toward you. "Oh, yeah. It's for you. I saw you weren't at dinner today. Or lunch, since…yeah." 

A flood of emotions washed over you; embarrassment and longing mingled together as you briefly shut your eyes. The thought of sitting in the same vicinity as Lo'ak and his entire family after the intimate moment you'd shared just hours prior was too much for you.

"That definitely wasn't happening," you muttered, imagining the impossible task of looking Jake and Neytiri in the eye after what you'd done with their son.

The corner of Lo'ak's lips lifted in amusement, although he earnestly attempted to suppress it. "You have to eat, though," he advised, genuine concern evident in his voice.

You rolled your eyes at his unwavering persistence, yet you undeniably found it kind of heartwarming how deeply he cared about your well-being.

"Yeah. I know," you conceded, slowly nodding your head in agreement while deliberately avoiding meeting his eyes.

However, you were firm in your resolve that you would not accompany Lo'ak to any of his family gatherings over the coming days. You most definitely did not want to immerse yourself in that particular social minefield just yet.

Lo'ak, completely understanding of your situation, quickly tried to come up with a workable compromise that would benefit both of you.

"I can bring you leftovers every day. Until you wanna come back." He again lifted the leaf full of food towards you, emphasizing his offer. 

You gratefully accepted the proffered food, inwardly feeling a sense of relief for the extension of generosity. "Yeah, that'd be really nice. Thanks," you expressed.

Though your gratitude carried a deeper sentiment, you remained uncertain if Lo'ak had truly comprehended it within your words. 

"I mean, thank you for everything. For dealing with what happened earlier," you added, feeling as though you didn't have to emphasize further to relay your multifaceted appreciation and mortification.

Lo'ak, in response, nodded swiftly, unconsciously wiping his clammy palms on his thighs as he recalled the earlier happenings.

"You're welcome. And, you know, I'm here if you need help tomorrow." He visibly winced at his words, hearing how eager they sounded on his lips "–or anytime! Obviously." He added, then mentally urged himself to stop talking.

You swallowed, your mind racing at the thought of Lo'ak's offer. If it were solely your decision (notwithstanding that it kind of was), you would have seized the chance to beg for his proposed 'help' right at that very instant.

However, you definitely weren't shameless enough to ask for such a favor a second third time within the same day. No way. You'd never recover from that.

You instead nodded your head in affirmation, quietly uttering, "Okay," in agreement. You hated how short you were being with him. It felt so forced and unnatural and it left the both of you struggling to find something, anything to say.

As the tension in the room threatened to build into an awkward silence, you mustered up the courage to break it.

You stated matter-of-factly, "It's getting late. Maybe you should head back."

Lo'ak nodded in agreement, acutely aware that the suggestion was your polite way of kicking him out of your home. The fact that you took care to soften your words instead of outright telling him to get lost spoke volumes.

You desperately craved solitude, and his lingering presence only heightened the discomfort and awkwardness you probably felt.

"Yeah, no. You're right. I'll see you later."

Lo'ak turned to leave, but just as he took his first step, he remembered his earlier promise.

"I'll bring you breakfast in the morning."

The air between you seemed to thicken as Lo'ak held your gaze, his promise heavy with unspoken implications. 

Your breath hitched involuntarily as the anticipation of the coming morning filled you with a desperate yearning to be in Lo'ak's company once again, and he hadn't even left yet.

Mustering all your self-control, you managed to choke out a single word.

"Okay."

With a nod, Lo'ak exited your tent.

With an effort bordering on heroic, you forced yourself to close and tie the door's flap shut, leaving you alone amid your darkened room.

Your heart thundered in your chest, and an insistent throbbing began to resonate between your legs as if a second heartbeat had sprung to life within your body. The room seemed electrified with Lo'ak's absence, and all you could do was stand there, unable to move, as the magnitude of your emotions threatened to consume you. 

Early the following morning, you were abruptly awoken by the insistent sound of knocking on one of the wooden support beams at the entrance of your tent. As your groggy brain tried to make sense of the intrusion, you were besieged by a throbbing ache that radiated from deep within your core, sending tendrils of searing pain throughout your body.

It was a feeling that you had begrudgingly become accustomed to throughout your heat. Your brain immediately thought of Lo'ak, whom you were expecting to arrive any moment now, bearing the gift of breakfast as he had promised you just the night before.

You searched for that warm, familiar scent of your best friend, but it was nowhere to be found.

Still half-asleep, your thoughts were interrupted by a second wave of thumping, much louder and more insistent than before.

With a hoarse voice that barely managed to scratch out the words, you called out, "One second."

Struggling to shake off the last vestiges of sleep, you scrubbed your hands over your face and forced yourself to rise from your sleeping mat. Not even bothering to spare a thought for your disheveled appearance, you shuffled towards the front of your tent.

With a combination of grogginess and caution, you slowly untied and cracked open the covering of your tent, peering out to see who was responsible for your early morning disruption.

What you found was not the anticipated sight of Lo'ak but, instead, another member of the Sully family. Lo and behold, it was his sister, Kiri.

A look of concern began to form on Kiri's face. Her eyebrows pinched together, and she tried to stretch her neck further to get a better glimpse of what was happening inside your home.

Her eyes quickly scanned your condition, hoping to find an explanation for your sudden disappearance.

Without waiting for an invitation, Kiri pushed the cover open wider and barged inside. She carefully placed the bowl of fruit that she was carrying on a nearby table before turning around to address you.

"Where have you been?!" Kiri exclaimed, scanning the darkened room for any hints of your recent whereabouts.

Having spent countless hours inside your home, she knew her way around the place like the back of her hand. The familiarity made her feel comfortable enough to roll up all of the openings within the tent, allowing the early rays of sunlight to pour in and illuminate every corner. You squinted at the unwelcome onslaught of light, raising a hand up to shield your poor eyes.

"I didn't see you at all yesterday, and then Lo'ak came asking about you at dinner," Kiri continued, still pacing around the room, allowing more sunlight to bathe the tent. "I thought he was just being annoying about you, as usual, but then he—"

Her words trailed off as she finally turned to observe you in the shining sunlight. 

Kiri's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but gasp at your state. She hurriedly stepped closer, placing her hand gently on your forehead.

She recoiled in surprise, hissing at the excessive warmth of your sweaty skin. "y/n, you're burning hot!" she shouted, her voice filled with concern.

She batted the hand shielding your eyes away, finally noticing your blown pupils and darkened irises, and a look of realization washed over her face. Kiri, an exceptionally talented apprentice healer, undoubtedly shared some kind of deep bond with Eywa. Her uncanny abilities allowed her to quickly deduce that you were, in fact, in the midst of your very first heat cycle.

"Oh, Eywa! Why didn't you tell me you entered your heat?!" Kiri exclaimed, her voice laden with surprise and concern.

Mortified at being exposed, you felt your cheeks turn purple. You were utterly bewildered as to how Kiri had managed to discern your condition simply by touching your forehead.

Attempting to regain some composure, you responded, "Not exactly the easiest conversation to have, Kiri." 

You released an exasperated sigh and grabbed the bowl Kiri had previously set aside, delving into the fruit it contained to divert your attention elsewhere.

Kiri, not one to let the matter slide, marched back to you with determination. Taking your face in her hands, she scrutinized your features, angling your face left and right as if trying to decipher some hidden message written across your skin. You groaned at her steadfast resolve and the way she was handling you like a literal rag-doll.

Kiri's eyes suddenly lit up with recognition.

"Are you kidding me? You're already on day two? You should've come to me sooner! I could've given you a tincture to ease some of the pain! Skxawng." Kiri chided, her voice a mixture of affection and mild frustration. 

Relinquishing her hold on your face, she swiftly confiscated the bowl of food from your lap, even snatching away the piece of yovo fruit that you had been on the verge of devouring, held halfway to your mouth.

You hissed, a sound of pure displeasure as your stomach rumbled angrily, reminding you just how hungry you were–way more so than usual. Your hand shot out towards the fruit bowl in Kiri's grasp, only to be thwarted by a swift swat from the girl.

"No way," Kiri scolded, "Yovo fruit has inflammatory properties that'll worsen your pain. I'll get you some fungus soup. It'll help soothe your blood pressure and reduce your body temperature."

With that, Kiri finally let out a sigh, clearly feeling sorry for the pitiful state you found yourself in.

You looked like a train wreck, and Kiri barely held herself back from bursting into laughter at the sight before her. Stifling her giggles, she reached out with a gentle hand to tame the tangled mess of your hair, combing through the disheveled strands before smoothing them out with a warm smile.

"You look like absolute shit, y/n." 

You shot your friend a deadpan glare, unimpressed with her remark.

"And you are a terrible person, Kiri."

Kiri shook her head in amusement even as she patted you affectionately on the cheek. 

"I think you mean 'your guardian angel.'"

At that, you could no longer suppress your laughter, snorting at her confident proclamation. Despite the jesting tone, deep down, you knew it was true—you didn't know what you would do without Kiri in your life, especially right now.

"So…" Kiri began tentatively, a cautious yet persistent gleam in her eyes instantly putting you on high alert. "How have you been coping with your heat? Aside from the pain, I mean." 

You shifted your gaze away from her, murmuring an unconvincing "fine" under your breath.

You abruptly rose from your seat and strode across the room, hoping to distract yourself by reorganizing your already meticulously organized shelves. Your mind wandered as you diligently picked up and inspected each trinket you'd amassed over the years.

Kiri, however, must have harnessed some mystical power because, in what seemed like a blink of an eye, she materialized behind you, curiosity still etched upon her face.

"y/n…" she ventured cautiously, drawing out your name. "We've both grown into strong young women now. We can talk about these things with one another, right?" 

You, however, were sure that Kiri wouldn't want to know that it was her very own brother who had aided you through your heat the day prior.

Undaunted by your continued silence and evident reluctance to engage, Kiri maintained her resolve, determined to ensure that you weren't subjecting yourself to additional suffering by deliberately abstaining from the obvious pleasure of release. 

"Had you ever touched yourself? I mean, before your heat started."

Your cheeks flushed at Kiri's blunt inquiry, the question hanging between you. You were well aware of the question's implications and knew about the topic before you even entered your heat.

It was unavoidable, really, considering you had spent time socializing with groups of Omatikaya girls over the years. Such conversations would inevitably arise, particularly from the more boy-crazy girls who swooned over the tribe's popular warriors.

As the memories flooded back, you could vividly recall the animated banter and giggles that echoed around you, reminding you of their frivolous nature.

During these chit-chats, you often felt like a fish out of water. You were a warrior-in-training and had grown up alongside the boys that they fawned over–namely Neteyam and Lo'ak. For that reason, your bond with the brothers, as well as with the other warriors, was entirely different.

For you, the warriors were your friends and training companions. All you ever thought about was perfecting your skills, being a better fighter, and proving your mettle to the tribe.

You had nothing against the girls who rambled on about their latest crushes. You actually found it quite interesting. However, you rarely entertained fanciful thoughts about boys for most of your childhood, and you had certainly never acted on any fleeting notions that might have crossed your mind.

Your prolonged silence spoke volumes and seemed to telepathically convey your answer to Kiri. With a gentle grin that almost appeared apologetic, she extended a hand toward you. She tenderly grasped your shoulder, providing a reassuring squeeze. 

"That's completely normal, yawne." she soothingly whispered. "You don't need to do anything if it feels uncomfortable. But if you want to, and you do have those urges to relieve yourself, that's also okay. It's all very exploratory—you try things and uncover what you enjoy most."

You couldn't deny the overwhelming wave of affection that washed over you at that moment.

Considering how juvenile your previous response had been when Kiri tried to coax you into discussing your true feelings, you marveled at her unrelenting patience and sincere support throughout your conversation.

It was as if Kiri possessed the calm wisdom of a person thrice her age merged with the loving empathy of a dear friend–a rare and enchanting combination.

The reassuring touch of Kiri's hand, coupled with the warmth in her amber eyes, broke down your mental walls.

In surrender, you nodded, a glint of gratitude sparkling in your gaze. A tender smile danced upon your lips, silently voicing your appreciation for Kiri's unwavering kindness and gentle guidance.

"I'd never actually done anything like that to myself until yesterday," you admitted, laughing at your own naivety.

Kiri tilted her head, amused by your self-deprecating humor.

"You know," Kiri began, mischief dancing in her eyes and voice alike. "Many young women discover the object of their heart's desires during their first heat."

Your breath hitched at the mention of this phenomenon, and the memories rushed back to you, unbidden. You recalled the raw, magnetic attraction that had struck you the moment you'd laid eyes on Lo'ak the previous day. A visceral, almost irrepressible urge had come over you—an unquenchable longing to be close to him, experience him, taste him.

As your distracted expression shifted to one of pure, unbridled longing, Kiri's eyes widened in surprise. Never before had she seen you wear such a mask of desire and want, and she couldn't suppress her shock at the sight.

"What was that look all about?" she blurted, pointing at your face in disbelief.

Trying (and failing) to appear coolheaded, you quickly scrunched up your face and feigned ignorance. "What look?"

Not one to be easily swayed, Kiri stubbornly pointed her finger in front of your face, demanding an explanation.

"That look right there! Don't try to hide it. You so have feelings for someone. Who? You have to tell me!" 

Kiri paused to turn away, her face scrunching up in momentary distaste as another thought crossed your mind.

"–but please, spare me the details if it happens to be one of my brothers," she finished, only half-joking. The thought was enough to make her shudder.

The moment you fell into a curious silence, Kiri's ears immediately perked up.

She hastily whirled around to face you, a look of sheer horror etched upon her features. You stood beside her, awkwardly fidgeting with your fingers, face flushed with what you were sure was a deep shade of purple.

"No way," Kiri exclaimed disbelievingly.

Yet, your silence persisted, provoking a deep groan of exasperation from the girl before you. 

With a dramatic flourish, Kiri leaped to her feet and paced erratically back and forth within the confines of your tent, throwing her hands into the air in equal parts frustration and hilarity.

"I knew it!" she shouted, pausing her frantic march to face you.

"I've always had this gut feeling right from our childhood! Great Mother... it's so glaringly obvious! Just last night, he was asking about you. That's why he brought you leftovers for–" Kiri abruptly halted mid-sentence, a horrifying revelation dawning upon her.

Her face contorted into an expression of horror as she pieced the puzzle together. Barely able to contain her incredulity, she stammered, "Oh my–Did you two...?"

Open-ended as Kiri's question was, it could have been easily misconstrued. But despite its seemingly limitless possibilities, the question did indeed possess a clear, unspoken intent.

You both exchanged knowing, furtive glances, acutely aware of the answer that loomed unsaid between you.

Mustering every ounce of courage you could find, you spoke up. "It was just one time. Yesterday morning."

Kiri shook her head in disbelief. "So he came back looking for more last night? Eywa, help me. I swear, I'm going to murder my brother with my bare hands."

Immediately, Kiri rose to her feet and began storming towards the entrance of your tent.

"What a skxawng, making a move on you during your first heat when you're at your most vulnerable!" She continued, a look of pure fury dancing in her eyes.

Fearing that Kiri might actually attempt to strangle Lo'ak, you quickly intervened to placate your infuriated friend. 

"No! I asked him to! He was actually...gentle and caring about the whole thing."

Your words made Kiri's face twist in disgust for what felt like the hundredth time, utterly repelled by the idea of her brother being 'caring' in the heat of the moment.

You both were suddenly interrupted by yet another knock coming from the entrance to your tent.

This time around, you instantly recognized the distinct aroma of Lo'ak lingering just a few paces away. When he called out your name, you let out a small gasp, your ears perking up and your tail excitedly swinging behind you.

Kiri, witnessing the scene, was nothing short of horrified. Her jaw dropped as her face twisted into an expression of unbridled revulsion.

"Please, please, please tell me you're joking," she muttered, praying that what she had just learned was nothing more than a cruel joke.

You could only manage a shaky exhale, your eyes unwaveringly focused on the front of your tent. Despite Kiri's efforts to maintain a stubborn facade, she couldn't resist chuckling at your love-struck demeanor. 

Affectionately, she gave your shoulder a squeeze before rising to her feet and striding with purpose toward the tent's entrance. Lifting the flap open, she revealed a bewildered Lo'ak, who definitely wasn't expecting to see his sister inside your tent. 

"I'm leaving," Kiri announced before her brother could even muster a single query about the unfolding situation.

Shoving her way past the dumbfounded boy, she pivoted to face him, a menacing glint in her eyes. "Do not do anything stupid. I will kill you."

Kiri turned to offer you a casual wave, eliciting a feeble, awkwardly returned gesture from you. With that, Kiri exited the tent, abandoning her brother to an anxious silence with you.

Lo'ak lingered in the entryway, his brows furrowed in bewilderment, clutching a platter piled high with the morning's breakfast offerings—a token of his promise from the previous night to bring you something to eat that morning. 

In a sudden, rather embarrassing move, you found yourself by his side at the front of the tent too quickly. Desperate to recover from your reflexive reaction to his presence, you hastily took the plate from his hands, stating, "Thanks. Your sister beat you to me, though."

You set the plate on the table carefully, right in the same spot where Kiri's yovo fruit-filled bowl once rested. You wondered if déjà vu was a sign of entering one's heat.

Just then, Lo'ak broke into your thoughts with a hushed "shit."

You glanced up at him, almost sure he had just connected the dots.

"Does she know?" He asked, his eyes widening in fear.

You nodded your head, averting your gaze away from Lo'ak's face. "Kiri is a very smart girl."

Despite your overwhelming embarrassment, you found it nearly impossible to suppress the tiny smile that subtly danced upon your lips. Though maybe that was due to the heart-fluttering closeness you shared with Lo'ak at that very moment. It felt as though every single nerve ending within your body was set ablaze, becoming ultra-sensitive merely from breathing the same air as the boy.

Lo'ak hesitated, lingering awkwardly by your door as if he were a cautious animal, evidently unsure if you would be comfortable with him inside your home.

Perceptive as you were, you quickly caught on to his uncertainty and frantically scrambled to conjure up an excuse for him to stay. "Why the fuck is this so difficult?" you thought to yourself.

Coming up with things to say to Lo'ak should be second nature–this was your best friend. It was never uncomfortable or awkward with him; there was always something to say, something to joke about. You grew up inseparable, forever intertwined with shared experiences and adventures, always ensuring there was never a dreary moment in one another's presence.

"You can come inside, skxawng," you reassured him light-heartedly, hoping to dissolve some of the tension. "I'm not going to bite you."

You silently prayed to Eywa, fervently hoping that you would be able to keep your word.

Lo'ak, to his credit, took your playful jest in stride. He let out an amused snort, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he finally settled into your home. You moved to sit beside the heaping plate of assorted fruits, picking up a ripe, juicy piece and taking a huge bite.

With an encouraging smile, you urged Lo'ak to join you by nodding your head towards the delectable spread.

Lo'ak breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling more at ease as he sat beside you. Nonetheless, he maintained just enough of a respectful distance between you for your comfort–a gesture that did not go unnoticed.

"So," you ventured, striving to keep the conversation flowing and centered around innocuous subjects, steering it clear of your own personal matters. "What do you have planned for the day?"

Lo'ak smiled, thankful that you were making an effort to engage in conversation, because he sure as hell was inept at doing so.

"I have training with Neteyam later this afternoon," Lo'ak replied, his expression taking on a determined glint. "We're supposed to drive a pack of viperwolves further away from the southern boundary. Then I think I might go check out that waterfall—y'know, the one I told you about the other day—with Oa and Teon'i after that." 

Lo'ak tilted his head to one side as he thoughtfully chewed on a sweet, tangy piece of fruit plucked from the plate. "And I'll probably be avoiding Kiri for the entire day, so. Wish me luck." 

Lo'ak's enthusiasm was contagious as he shared his plans for the day, and you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. Deep down, a twinge of FOMO tugged at your heartstrings, knowing that you'd be confined to your home for at least the next day or two. You missed the forest, missed being able to hunt and train and make yourself useful to the tribe.

However, you were more than content to live vicariously through Lo'ak's escapades until you recovered and felt like your usual self.

Shaking your head in amusement, you teased, "So, you're taking Oa to a waterfall? Whose brilliant idea was that? We all know he can't swim for shit."

Lo'ak, in the middle of stuffing his face with another piece of fruit, snickered, some of the juice grossly dribbling down his chin. You grimaced, rolling your eyes as you watched him messily wipe it away with the back of his palm. Lo'ak continued talking with his mouth full. "He swears he's a pro swimmer! I already bet Teon'i that Oa would wuss out before we even mount our ikran."

Your face shown in amusement, and you playfully jabbed him in the ribs. "Right. You're one to talk, Mr. Almost-Drowned-In-Waist-Deep-Water."

Lo'ak feigned bewilderment, scoffing in response. "I was practically a baby back then, like, seven years old!"

You shook your head, your voice lilting with suppressed laughter. "Lo'ak, you're such a liar. You were definitely at least thirteen."

Lo'ak tried to press his lips into a thin line, stubbornly shaking his head in disagreement as if he wasn't a whole teenager when he finally learned to swim. His little act lasted all of about two seconds before he joined you in your cackles, knowing deep down that you were right.

"Pxasìk!" he chastised with a wide grin, unable to contain his amusement.

Reaching over, he playfully tugged at the beaded braid that hung among the strands of hair framing your face. Teasing him back, you hissed in response, leaning out of his reach. However, the tickle that raced down your spine from his fleeting touch sent a jolt of surprise and delight through your entire being.

The two of you continued to devour your platter in companionable silence for a while longer, the weight of the unacknowledged emotions in the room growing heavier and more conspicuous with each passing second in which you had nothing else to focus on.

You were hyper-aware of Lo'ak's presence beside you, so much so that you could practically feel the rhythm of his heart thumping in his chest, the faint whoosh of air as he inhaled, the gentle puff as he exhaled.

The intensity of your feelings was overwhelming, and before you even realized it, your leg started to bounce nervously, crisscrossed beneath you.

Your fingers dug into your skin with an anxiety-driven force as you tried to regain control over your emotions. It was only when you became conscious of your tense and irrational actions that you mustered the willpower to force yourself to unwind as best you could, releasing the grip on your legs and restlessly tucking your hair behind your ears with a quiet exhale. 

It was Lo'ak who finally shattered the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air. The beads of his braids clashed together as he turned his head, his gaze focused on you.

"I didn't ask before because... well, I don't know why, but. How are you feeling today, with everything?" 

You made a valiant attempt at playing it cool, shaking your head nonchalantly and shrugging your shoulders. You weren't sure if your voice could even be trusted to articulate a response.

Clearly dissatisfied with your lackluster reply, Lo'ak scooted his body closer, placing a gentle hand on your arm and tilting his head in a futile attempt to catch your gaze.

"y/n?" he spoke with a tone that skirted on being a scolding. It wasn't a question; in fact, it was quite the opposite. It was a firm demand. He had no intention of letting you avoid confronting the topic at hand. You groaned internally, silently reprimanding yourself for choosing a best friend as stubborn as you were.

You finally spoke up. "Lo'ak, you really don't have to—" but he abruptly cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

"I know I don't have to," Lo'ak interjected, firmly yet gently, punctuating his point with a reassuring squeeze to your arm. "But I want to." His expression turned anguished as he continued, "I barely even fucking slept last night. I couldn't stop thinking about you, if you were okay." 

The moment was electric, punctuated by the sharp inhalation of your breath as you felt the weight of Lo'ak's piercing gaze. The intensity was overwhelming, and you found yourself unable to maintain eye contact, your gaze flitting away nervously. 

The air between you and Lo'ak was thick with unspoken tension.

Lo'ak bravely let his hand glide slowly, deliberately, up your arm, tracing the outline of your dark stripes, taking his time to caress the curve of your shoulder, and finally continuing to trace the delicate line of your neck. He gently cradled your jaw, his fingers framing the softness of your face.

You automatically nuzzled into his palm, warm and sure–the sole anchor tethering you to reality. His eyes, dark and smoldering, traced over your features, mapped out the intricate patterns created by your bioluminescent freckles before falling to your full, flushed lips—bitten red from your nervous habit. He noticed two small indents on your lower lip, evidence of the slight punctures from your fangs. He inadvertently swiped his tongue over his own lower lip, as if he'd be able to feel the indentations on his own skin

You were so pretty, so soft and pliant under his touch, and it was slowly driving him to the brink of madness.

Almost unconsciously, his thumb began to trace a deliberate journey over the same path his eyes had just taken. Trailing a path over the freckles that painted your cheeks, down the bridge of your nose, across your jaw, all the way down to the jut of your chin.

He gently tugged at your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, the expression in his eyes daring you to respond.

He knew that he was being too forward, too affectionate, the line between friendship and something more growing increasingly blurry.

There was just something about the way you were looking at him, like he was more than just your stupid friend, more than the second-born son to the olo'eyktan—the screw-up, the freak. You looked at Lo'ak like you were seeing him.

Caught in his enchanting web, you yielded to temptation and softly bit down on his thumb, your body practically thrumming with need under his intense gaze. 

Your mind was ablaze with the vivid memory of his hand, slick with your desire and the heady taste of yourself as you eagerly licked him clean.

Lo'ak let a tiny, knowing grin spread across his face, no doubt recalling the same memory. He gently removed his thumb from the warm prison of your teeth, allowing your lip to bounce back to its natural position, and you nearly whined at the loss of contact.

"Thought you said you wouldn't bite," he chided, his warm hand still cupping your jaw.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion at Lo'ak's musings. Your already fuzzy brain desperately scrambled to remember when the fuck you had made such a statement.

Lo'ak's grin widened in full upon seeing your bemused expression, his thumb leisurely tracing little circles on your lower lip.

The gesture was entirely too distracting.

It sent a wave of tingles from the base of your skull all the way down your tailbone. You let your eyes fall shut, unable to stop yourself from folding under his touch.

The moment was suddenly and rather unceremoniously yanked away from you both by the rustling sound of the flap to your tent lifting open. You silently cursed yourself and Lo'ak for forgetting to tie the flap closed, solely blaming his entrancing and all-consuming presence for the oversight.

Right on cue, Kiri strolled into the room, her arms laden with two bulky containers.

Still finding yourselves in a decidedly suspicious position, you and Lo'ak fumbled to create some distance–your combined attempt at seeming casual a spectacular failure.

"Really?" Kiri began with a tone of disbelief, dramatically dropping the containers on the table between the two of you with a loud thud that echoed throughout the tent.

You widened your eyes, blinking rapidly, convinced that you were on the brink of emotional whiplash. 

"I leave you two alone for five minutes…." Kiri continued, exasperation evident in her voice as she rubbed her eyes in frustration.

"y/n, yawne," she began with the patience of a saint. "This is the tincture for your pain, and that is your soup."

She pointed at each container as she emphasized their functions with an air of authority, adding, "It should be enough for a couple of days, at the very least."

Kiri then proceeded to give you a set of simple yet vital instructions.

"All you need to do is mix a scoop of the medicine into a bowl of the soup, eat it, and then sleep. And I mean seriously sleep." Pausing for dramatic effect, Kiri shot a piercing glare at Lo'ak, emphasizing the last word, "Alone."

Lo'ak's jaw visibly clenched in retaliation to his sister's nagging authoritative command. Kiri was cursed with the worst timing in the world.

Deep down, Lo'ak knew she was right; you needed food, medicine, and rest to recover properly.

But he just couldn't shake the desire to be by your side every step of the way. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving your side, even for a moment. Lo'ak was so devoted to your well-being that he was ready to throw caution to the wind and abandon his training session, forsake the trip he had planned to the waterfall with his friends, and toss aside any other obligations or engagements that stood in his way, all just to be near you and tend to your needs, to watch the way you melted into his touch, to bask in your presence, so beautiful and soft–

Kiri couldn't help but notice her brother's complete and utter lack of urgency. Lo'ak seemed to have become a statue, frozen in place, as he fixed his gaze on a seemingly unremarkable spot on the floor near the front of the tent.

She decided to snap him out of that particular state by abruptly clearing her throat.

At the unexpected sound, Lo'ak finally tore his gaze away from the floor and found Kiri glaring right back at him, a challenge reflected in her raised eyebrows.

Sighing, Lo'ak closed his eyes for a fleeting moment, gathering every ounce of strength he possessed to restrain himself from cursing out his sister right then and there.

He recognized the futility of resisting Kiri and reluctantly mumbled, "Yeah, okay," before pushing himself off the floor.

As he stood, he managed to make eye contact with you, offering an apologetic glance. You appeared dazed, your eyes glazed over, and your lips slightly parted as if you were perpetually on the verge of saying something.

The tender moment, however, was shattered by Kiri, who decided this was the perfect opportunity to further humiliate her brother.

She grabbed Lo'ak by the ear and began to drag him toward the front door. Wincing in pain and trying to keep up with Kiri's powerful strides, Lo'ak briefly wondered if his sister had somehow acquired super-strength overnight.

As they reached the door, Kiri paused just long enough to call out to you.

"Rest up, y/n," she advised in a caring tone, not forgetting to add a hint of playfulness. She punctuated her words with a warm smile before turning on her heels and leading a pouting Lo'ak out of the little tent.

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Previously: Chapter I

Keep reading: Chapter III, Chapter IV

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peter b. parker x short grumpy reader please and thank you 🤍

anon ily platonically YES I WILL MAKE THIS, THANK YOU <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

also for this, i like to think this'd maybe be an alternate earth where everything is the same but peter b is not with mj (or you can think it's a diff mj, spider mj? whatever, it's just you) and he's not married.

so imagine,

summary: peter b was the only person at the spider society who didn't see you as just this grumpy mess of a person, he knew you were going through a lot of things, who wasn't? he was willing to hear you out for whatever it is you were facing, but maybe without you effortlessly carrying a big table as he hears you out and tries to help you.

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saying peter b loved you a whole lot was an understatement, he was practically at your beck and call whenever you needed him. there were times were it was as though he could read your mind, he'd prepare things for you if you needed them, especially without you having to ask. he did whatever you told him to without question, because he knew he'd make you happy if he did it. if it pleased you or made you happy, he'd do it, no questions asked.

but the thing about you was that you kind of, sort of had an attitude problem. you'd snap at anyone who'd get in your way, literally and figuratively. this is why everyone at the spider society flocked to peter b when you'd be around, hoping he'd act like a human (or spider) shield for them, just like that afternoon.

peter was enjoying his round of afternoon coffee by the cafeteria when a bunch of spider people rushed in and hid behind him. peter sighed and smiled as he looked at the spider people behind him. "ya did it again? when i specifically told you guys not to? ah, well, don't say i didn't warn ya." he said with a chuckle as he leaned against his chair, being held up by the frightened bodies of the spider people behind his chair.

he could hear the clangs against the walls outside and the storm of angry footprints as they drew nearer and nearer, signaling these poor spider people's imminent doom. peter laughed aloud. "aren't they just the cutest when they stomp their feet? i tell you, they're so squishable." peter beamed as he gazed at the cafeteria door, counting down the seconds in his head as he waited for you to storm in a 3... 2... 1...

a loud bang reverberated throughout the whole spider society's cafeteria, with a bunch of bystander spider people looking your way as you fumed. your eyebrows knitted together as you huffed and puffed angrily, your nostrils flared up as you gnashed your teeth together, looking for the spider people who provoked you earlier.

"where. are. they." you seethed, to which all the spider people pointed to the small crowd behind peter b, the lot of which were saying their prayers and hoping they'd get out of this one alive.

peter smiled at you and waved with a small blush across his face. "hey love!" he exclaimed, raising his mug at you. "coffee?" he offered, to which you ignored and rushed straight for the spider people behind peter. "you assholes." you muttered through gritted teeth as you practically became a wild beast that ravaged through the forests of unrelenting anger. "you wanna say that shit to me again? huh? what was that about me being a harmless, pretty little pipsqueak brat?" you seethed as you took a table and pulled it up from its bolts that fixed it in place.

you carried the table with ease and threatened to slam it over their heads. "go on, tell me how vulnerable i am again, i dare you, i dare you!" you shouted, and as you did, your voice rang throughout the whole room, causing everyone to shudder as you let your aggression get the best of you.

the spider people apologized to you, saying how they didn't mean it, but when you caught them making fun of your height, complain how easy it was to rile you up--you knew they meant it. every single word of it.

peter got up from the chair and stretched a little. "love..." he said as he extended his hands towards you. "we can talk about this before you cut their heads off." he said, half jokingly because he knew you were capable of it.

you grunted at that because you really, really wanted these guys to have a piece of your mind. you were breathing heavily, you wanted to scream, to get angry, anything! but you couldn't do it in front of peter, never him. it could be anyone else in the world, but you hated showing him this side of yourself, no matter how used to it he was.

"you don't have to get violent anymore, okay? i've got you. i've got you..." he said as he slowly approached you and placed his hands on your shoulders, smiling at you, gradually wrapping you in his embrace. his embrace was always sweet, you never felt like he forced it upon you or was forcing it upon him, you felt genuine, warm love from him every time he touched you. it was, to you, the most cathatic feeling in the world.

you set the table back down, it fell to its side since you kind of threw it rather than placed it down. you felt hot tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you tried blinking them away, but they just kept coming.

you sighed as you eased into his touch. "dammit," you said as you leaned into the crook of his neck. "i'm sorry, it's just... i felt like shit today. my mission went horrible, my teammates talked bad about me--i can barely look at myself right in the mirror without thinking about all the bad things i've been hearing about me." you whispered in a regretful voice into peter's ear as the onlookers of spider people glanced at the two of you and slowly left the cafeteria one by one, the band of spider people gathered behind peter running away quickly so as not to be in the cross hairs of your anger.

"pete, i'm... sorry you had to deal with me. they were just teasing, i shouldn't have given in to their..." you choked out as tears welled up in your eyes. "i just... i've had enough of people thinking they can say whatever they want about me because i'm... because i don't look like much." you said with a slightly irritated tone, more so towards yourself.

"hey, now... you're okay." peter said as he kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. "i know you're trying to be better, i can see that. i know... i know that comments like that can still hurt you. but you don't need to do that anymore, not while i'm here." peter said as he pulled away to look at you, with such softness and care in his eyes.

you may be grumpy, aggressive, and insecure about yourself and your height, but your hot-headedness cools down significantly when peter's with you.

"you're good enough already. and i'm happy you're working on your issues... i'm right here for you if you need me, i'll teach them a thing or two for you. i promise. and no, you are not vulnerable, weak, or a brat. you're better than that, you're strong, independent, and... so much more." he said as he kissed your forehead again.

"i love you, i always will. you're doing great already." he whispered as he held you close. "thank you..." you choked out as you clung on to peter, as he rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head, letting you let out all your frustrations about the day and about everyone else onto him.

you may have been an angry little gremlin, but you were his angry little gremlin, and he'd prove to you time and time again that no matter how bad your grumpiness and anger would get, no matter how insecure you were of your height, he saw you as just right for him and would defend you to the very end.

a/n: TBH I KEPT DELETING AND REDOING THIS, I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS THIS WAS ONE IDEA OUT OF..... 6 OR SO AAAAA I HOPE IT WAS GOOD THOUGH, SORRY READER SEEMED MORE ANGRY THAN GRUMPY

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04

[revalition]

HELLO!!! congrats on finishing the intellect skills!!! :D!! this ask is your free pass to share any INT quotes you didn't get to share this week >:3!!! i would LOVE to read all of your cool quotes!!! <33 (if you have more than can fit in this ask i CAN AND WILL SEND YOU ANOTHER if you want me to!! hkjg <333)

hello voli!! ooh... I like this. You also get my not-asked-for comments on them, yay!

fair warning that most of these are probably 'less good' quotes since i had to pick and choose the ones I liked best to put in the posts. but. anyway.

making a cut here because it's gonna be loooong

lots of Logic ones! he has the most passives of all the skills so...

hehe logic won't let you mess up some important stuff!

this second one, Kim will stop you. And if Kim's not there, Reaction Speed will stop you (easy). And if RS doesn't fire, Logic stops you haha.

he gets so excited! very rarely!

go go logic deny it!

big one, but I love when so many talk at once. yeah logic, why didnt you think of it?? hmm??

as always, it's you who's dumb! never ever logic

it's endlessly funny to me when the skills ask the others to contribute and then they just... dont show up.

good question...

This one is SO funny. Logic. ily. this is also a Medium check!! I completely missed this one when searching through earlier. I wish fayde could just bomb my computer with all the logic dialogue so I could sift through 80 pages of it, instead of limiting it to 100 results :(

(this shows up if the query is too big - Sorry, all the words from your query were filtered out. Please use less common words, and ones which are longer than 1 letter (partial and mid-word matches count, you see, so searching 'd' would return everything with a 'd' in it, and that's like 53,000 records, you won't want to read all that!) and, like... no, no, you are severely underestimating me. I actually do want to read all that, desperately)

anyway.

Logic passive fails my beloved

is he not creative enough to make something up?? echem, drama, and inland come up with times for him

hghhk the great serotonin jackpot. I'm super normal about electrochemistry. who is NOT an int skill and will have to wait. logic's comment heals your morale!!

ah yes, very normal things for a joyrider to have in their car. ty logic!

his love of jigsaw puzzlessss

what could go wrong??

related:

this is a different check! but thank goodness for these guys and their stupidly brilliant ideas. saved the day in my 1 INT run.

wow! sarcastic logic my beloved. one second before empathy throws moralism at you

mmm, this one isn't super logic focused, but you can't get this dialogue without passing the challenging Logic passive... and it's really interesting.

this is about to get really rambly but I read a story once about if when you die, your soul travels to a timeline where the flow of events was different and you didn't die. But as your life progresses, avoiding death becomes less and less likely... (eg, avoiding death by getting hit by a bus would take you to a very similar timeline. But avoiding death from old age...) and by the end, the world was unrecognizable. It was a bit sad... I wish I could remember what it was called.

This dialogue reminded me of it. Of the improbable futures. A world where you hit that 3% chance on the dice over and over and it slowly changes everything.

anyway!!

if you didn't deduce that the 2mm hole in the world is a baby pale, a Legendary Logic passive can deduce that it's really off that your radio is catching entroponetic crosstalk all the way in Martinaise.

If you deduce the pale in the church, Soona comments that the recording in the electronic doorbell is likely crosstalk, and Kim makes a comment about often getting crosstalk on the police radio as well.

But it doesn't seem like anyone else has come to the same conclusion...

Harry knows a lot more about the pale than he should.

The final rest state for reality.

hustler logic!!

Logic... come on man. this is not helping. The whole dream is so horrible. He's so nonchalant about it too.

Look at this! The variable is called volition tea... Conceptualization imagining the yummy ginger tea for you is so sweet

I love this. Poor Kim...

Thank you Conceptualization. We would be lost without you.

:(((

poor harry

KIM don't take away concy's poetic name!! >:(

I love these twooo.

and that's apparently 30... uhm. I got extra logic and conceptualization ones in at least..?

you can feel free to send another ask if you actually want even more haha

I was supposed to spend tonight assembling volition quotes!!! and then I somehow got sidetracked on this for (checks clock...) 2 hours. oops. but it's okay cause I picked up lots of other great quotes to shove into my giant doc!

ok :) that's it. thank you for the ask!!! hopefully you don't regret asking (though if you do... you should have known better lol)

[wnderkoo]

my you - jungkook oneshot

summary: jungkook calls you into his studio, and you leave with more than just his cum stuffed in you. pairing: jungkook x reader genre: fluff, angst, smut warnings: the change from smut to angst to fluff will give you whiplash, warning you now. explicit smut; studio sex (should that be a warning?) dry humping, a lot of dirty talk, also a lot of praising? unprotected sex PLS WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT! creampie, some emotional ass angst lol note: an anon requested this ages ago and i'm so sorry that i only just got to it :] i'd started writing it when i first for the request but only got a few paragraphs in before i lost the will to finish anything.. anyway i had a random burst of creativity so i wrote it all out. hope you enjoy <3 ALSO THANK YOU FOR 1.6K!!! ILY ALL MWAH

You should've known the second you stepped off the elevator, boots thumping against the solid ground of the hall as you made your way to the door of his studio, that you were in for it.

Jungkook rarely called you in to his studio, valuing his privacy and solitude when he was there mixing beats or experimenting with chords and rhythms, but today he'd messaged you to come by after your lunch, and even if the text seemed a little ominous and demanding, you'd never say no to seeing your sweet boyfriend.

With a soft knock on the frosted glass of his studio door, you step back and wait patiently for Jungkook to open it. When no answer comes, you raise your fist to knock again but the door shoves open and Jungkook pulls you inside hastily.

In a blur, you're inside the studio, lights dimmed and buttons lit up on the console telling you Jungkook had been working before you came but you don't have time to ask how that's going when you're being pressed up against the wall beside the door and Jungkook is smashing his lips onto yours, capturing your mouth in a rather demanding kiss.

Your hands flatten against the firm planes of his abdomen, finding new muscles appear under your touch from all the extra working out Jungkook has been doing lately.

"Kook-" you moan out when he leaves your lips to launch an attack on your neck, nipping at the soft skin before smoothing over it with a kiss.

You hadn't expected an impromptu make out session when you read the text message from your boyfriend earlier, but you couldn't complain- wouldn't complain - when his mouth was on you.

"Baby," you call, pushing at his chest lightly to put distance between the both of you. Despite being the most romantic person you knew, you didn't think Jungkook would call you all the way to his studio during work just to kiss.

Not that you could complain.

Jungkook finally leaves you, pulling away from your lips to look at you while he keeps you pressed against his warm, hard body.

He stares down at you with a gleam in his eyes, and you run your hand through his hair that's been growing longer lately.

"Enjoy yourself this morning?" he asks, nipping at your shoulders, smoothing over the sting with a kiss.

You rack your brain trying to find what you did this morning that could have possibly set him off, and that's when it hits you.

You let out a laugh when you realise, much to Jungkook's chagrin.

"Oh, you think that's funny?" he quips, grabbing your ass and giving the flesh a firm squeeze, eliciting a moan from your lips.

"I was just trying to show Namjoonie-hyung a photo of our new bonsai and I see your pretty little ass wrapped in a red lace set," he half growls, but there's no real bite behind it.

"I forgot about the cloud," you laugh, making Jungkook scowl harder.

You'd taken the set out this morning after your shower, feeling more confident in your body and wanting to see it on yourself.

You'd taken the photos with the intention of sending them to Jungkook when he was on the way home, hoping he'd rush home faster in order to unwrap you and give you some brain-numbing sex.

What you find so funny about all of this, Jungkook doesn't know, frowning deep as you continue to laugh.

"You're lucky Namjoonie-hyung wasn't looking," he mutters, nipping your ear.

"I had to lock myself in my studio and rub one out because of you."

You can't help the smirk that forms on your lips at the mention of the boner you gave him, a wave of pride hitting you at knowing the effect you have on him.

Reaching between your bodies, you graze the front of his sweatpants, biting your lip at the sizeable bulge there.

"Seems like you're not quite done," you murmur lowly, gaze dropping to his plump lips and that mole below them that you just love to kiss.

You feel like causing a little trouble, knowing just what it will get you.

"Oh, we're feeling bratty today, hm?"

Your ass gets another harsh squeeze as Jungkook takes your lips in a punishing kiss, your moan swallowed up by his mouth.

Nothing about this feels much like a punishment, as if you could resent any of Jungkook's touches, no matter how cruel.

That's what you loved about him.

He could give you what you want, even if you didn't know what exactly it was you wanted. And not once would you ever be uncomfortable, because that was how well he knew you.

"Up."

That one syllable, and the husky tone in which he says it with is enough for you to obey, jumping right into his arms and locking your legs around his waist.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you continue to sloppily make out, tongues tangling and dancing together as Jungkook grinds you into his now fully hard cock.

Jungkook walks you over to his console with ease, setting you down on the flat part of the desk without leaving your lips once.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you in that set," he mumbles against your lips, forehead coming to rest against yours.

How was he supposed to concentrate on making a song when he knew you were at home strutting around in those pretty little red panties and bra?

"I'm here now, aren't I?" you ask, kissing all over his cheeks, purposely avoiding his lips.

"Punish me, Mr Jeon.." you whisper before taking his bottom lip and sucking it between yours.

What your teasing earns you is a quick spin and a slap on the ass as Jungkook pins you to the desk until you're bent over the cool wood.

"I was going to treat you tonight, unwrap my pretty present once we're in bed and take you in more positions than you could imagine.. but since you're so cock-hungry, why don't I give you a little preview?"

He nudges your legs apart with a knee, lifting your sundress over your hips, giving him a perfect view of your plump ass.

Jungkook curses seeing the red lace set still on you, and the dark spot in the centre of your panties giving away just how much you were enjoying his dirty promises.

No warning comes before he smacks your ass, hard. You have to bite your lip in order not to scream, though a small whimper still escapes.

Jungkook places a wet kiss over the cheek he just slapped, before standing flush against you, rutting his crotch into your centre.

"Why so mouthy today? My good girl isn't like this," he tuts, running his hands down your body.

"Just missed you," you admit, and maybe it'll dampen the mood, but your lust filled brain doesn't have much of a filter right now.

"You have me, pretty girl," he says, his touches turning lighter, more delicate.

"I know, but you've been so busy lately.."

The sadness in your voice breaks his heart, and Jungkook feels the concern overcoming him.

You avoid his eyes when he turns you around, your dress falling back down as he positions you upright.

"Is that why you did all this?" he asks, no longer feeling the lust he was just overflowing with.

"You wanted my attention?"

You shamefully nod, still not meeting his eyes.

You felt selfish for wanting Jungkook all to yourself, when you knew he was working hard to produce songs for his fans.

He still came home to you every night, didn't he?

That should be enough, shouldn't it?

But you weren't the easiest person to love, you knew that. You wanted to be cared for and cared about, you needed to feel wanted, seen.

And Jungkook did all that, when he wasn't coming home at almost midnight, too tired to even wash his face.

"Baby look at me," he urges, lifting you up onto the desk and tilting your chin to force you to look at him.

"You have me in every possible way that a person could,"

"I'm sorry if I've felt like a ghost lately, I never knew you were feeling like this," his thumb rubs soothing circles on your hip.

"We've all been working hard, but that's no excuse for making you feel like you aren't the most important thing in my life."

Your brows furrow, shaking your head profusely, finding it unbelievable that Jungkook could blame himself for his busy schedule.

"Don't argue," he smiles, smoothing out your brows (a thing he's learnt to do so that you don't get forehead wrinkles).

"I love our fans, of course I do. But you're the one I'm gonna marry one day, when I'm grey and balding, you're the one who'll hopefully be by my side."

"Of course I'll be by your side," you return immediately. You'd barely talked about marriage with Jungkook, both of you agreeing you were still young, but you've known your answer for ever.

It's yes.

"You always have my attention, you know that? I'm always thinking about you, every moment of the day- I have it so bad for you, my beautiful girl."

Tears sting your eyes as he gazes up at you, eyes twinkling and glossy as if he was just as affected as you.

"I promise as soon as things slow down, I'll make time for us. Take you to that taco place you told me about."

You'd rambled about it one night in bed, you hadn't thought he'd been too tired to be fully listening since you'd just gotten a nonchalant hum in reply.

It hurt of course, but you couldn't be mad, knowing how hard he was working at the studio.

"I love you."

Three words.

The same three words he says instead of good morning, the three words he says when you finish making love in bed, and they still hold the same meaning every time.

You whisper the word back, feeling overcome with the love seeping through his every word and action.

You hadn't come her expecting a heart to heart, but it was exactly what you needed.

"I'll see you at home," you smile, kissing his lips once before making a move to get off the desk.

You're stopped by Jungkook's arm hooking around your waist.

"I'm not done with you yet," he says, eyes still doe-like and gentle, no matter how much he tries to sound seductive.

"You don't have to Koo," you assure, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his smooth skin.

"You're not going anywhere," he says, surging forward and taking your lips in his. The kiss turns demanding quickly, and soon you're both back to where you were before, with you bent over his desk.

Jungkook buries himself to the hilt, groaning at the way he fits smug within your walls. He soothes away the burn, massaging your hips as you get used to the stretch of him.

He keeps your legs tightly together, heightening the pleasure for both of you as he slides in and out at a relentless pace.

Your soft whimpers fill the studio, and Jungkook has to keep from coming too soon every time you clench around him when he thrusts particularly hard.

"Koo, how's that demo going?" comes a muffled voice from outside the door.

Instead of stopping, Jungkook clamps a hand around your mouth and changes his pace for slow but deep.

"Still working on it, hyung!" he shouts back, and you're shocked at how casual he sounds.

"Do you want some help?"

Your eyes bulge out of your head when the door handle rattles, and you're suddenly aware of the position you'd be caught in if the door hadn't been locked.

"No, I'm okay, thanks hyung.." Jungkook calls, biting his lip to stop a moan from coming out when you start moving against him. He pierces you with a glare, pinching your ass hard before placing a kiss over the mark.

"Okay, just send it to me when you're done."

Jungkook managed an okay in reply before footsteps sound and disappear and Jungkook thrusts hard into you. It's so sudden you can't even stop the moan that comes out.

"Brat," he coos, continuing his assault until you're seeing stars and coming undone in his arms.

Jungkook isn't far behind, just a few thrusts before he's spilling himself inside you. You ride your highs out together, a messy tangle of limbs and lips as you milk him for all he's worth.

You squirm away from overstimulation when Jungkook uses his fingers to stuff his cum back into you, slipping your panties back in place to stop it from escaping again.

He seals the deed with a kiss before he fixes your dress back into place.

Jungkook grabs a water bottle from his mini fridge, passing it to you and ushering you into his desk chair.

He places a pair of headphones over your ears.

"Listen," is all he says before he presses a button on his computer.

His soft voice fills your ears along with the strums of a guitar and you quickly realise that it's a song that Jungkook has produced.

You listen closely to the lyrics, closing your eyes as you get lost in his voice as it wraps around you like a blanket.

Jungkook watches as you listen, nervous about what you'd think, but when the song finishes and you throw your arms around him, he think he's done well.

"It's amazing Koo," you say, wiping away a tear that threatens to roll down your cheek.

"It's for this special lady in my life," he grins, making you shake your head.

"She's proud of you," you say going along with it.

Your eyes flicker to the clock on the wall, seeing that you've been here for almost 2 hours.

"I should head home," you say, making Jungkook frown.

Though it would probably be for the best, he still had a song to produce after all.

You stand facing each other at the doorway of his studio, and you have to push Jungkook away when he doesn't let go after a goodbye kiss.

You loved how clingy he was.

As you walk to the elevator, you feel his eyes on you every step of the way and when you turn around he's leaning against his doorway with a lazy smile, arms crossed over his chest.

"I can't wait to unwrap you tonight," he says, voice carrying through the hallway. You roll your eyes playfully, still smiling despite it.

His eyes never leave you even as you step onto the elevator, and the last thing you see before the doors close is the wave he sends your way along with a mischievous wink.

His promise earlier is enough to have you blushing all the way to the car.

when she doesn't upload for months and then uploads twice in 2 days 😍 felt goofy innit xx i know festa 2022 was like last month but my you is so underrated, give some more love to my baby >:3 anyway thought i'd include it in this oneshot cus i love it hejsjjssj

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[curseofaphrodite]

🏹- WHEEL OF LOVE

could u do number 4 on the dialogue list with remus lupin?? 🖤🖤🖤

also I’m obsessed with all of them on the list they’re so cute and funny

thank you so much ily! dialogue #4 + accidental confession! <3

Remus liked listening to people, but if the person only wanted to talk about themselves all night, that put a damper on things. The only reason he agreed to come to this goddamn party was so he could get some alone time with you - but you were yet to arrive, meaning he was stuck talking to Rebecca, someone Sirius and James introduced to him earlier.

In their defense, they didn't know about his desperate feelings towards you, but that didn't mean Remus wasn't going to scold them later.

"Uhm, can you excuse me for a second?" Remus finally asked, exhausted. He had also just seen your best friend enter the room, so you were bound to be someone near too. Rebecca frowned.

"But I was just getting to the good part!"

"Yeah mate, let her tell the story," Sirius appeared out of nowhere, glaring sharply as if to say do not fuck this up. He thought he was just bad at flirting, but it only angered Remus more.

"I need to—"

"Do you not like my aunt?" she gasped.

"What?"

"My aunt who I was just telling you about- oh my lord, are you even listening to me?"

"No- YES, yes I am," Remus said quickly.

"No, you're distracted!"

"I'm not distracted Y/N, I am not distra... fuck."

Sirius blinked in surprise, while James took another sip of his drink with wide eyes — oddly representing every 'tea just got spilled sis!' meme.

Rebecca was practically fuming, and as if things couldn't get worse, you finally entered the party and made your way to them.

"Hey guys, what'd I miss?" you asked, pouring yourself some butterbeer. The awkward silence only got more awkward as Rebecca stormed away, hair flying behind her.

Remus felt idiotic but mostly ashamed. Why did you have to have such an effect on him? He was supposed to be smart, but all his smooth answers went right out the window whenever you're around. And when you weren't near, he craved to see you again — which made a very shitty circle of eternal pining.

He was angry. Angry that he exposed his feelings to Sirius and James. Angry that he could never be brave enough to admit them to you.

"What?" you asked, taken aback by his intense glare.

"You look beautiful as the fucking moon!" he said furiously, then stormed off, hardly knowing where he was going.

You watched him disappear in confusion. "What just happened?"

"Long story," Sirius said, laughing nervously.

He wanted to tell you that Remus was possibly heads over heels for you, but at the same time, he knew he couldn't. It wasn't his secret to tell.

Plus, if he did, he was sure Remus would kill him in his sleep.

[zeawoo]

YOUNG-LUV.COM

— watanabe haruto

PAIRING ▸ Snowboarder!Haruto x Fem!Reader

GENRE ▸ fluff, lowkey crack, enemies to lovers

SUMMARY ▸ When your best friends—Riki and Shota—bribe you into going on a snowboarding trip with them in exchange for a video game item you’ve had your eye on for a while, you agree to tag along. But when they leave you at the top of the mountain, you start regretting your decision.

WORDCOUNT ▸ 2.70K

DISCLAIMERS ▸ strong language, haruto says some pretty mean things to y/n (i.e i didnt think you were that weak) but it’s out of love dw, y/n is a little rude and overly competitive (she’s a hot-tempered Valorant player, what do you expect?), non-snowboarders will probably not understand the terminology or the movements that are described but that’s okay seeing as it hold no value to the story itself

TAGS ▸ @soobin-chois

a/n: big thanks to the wonderful @strwbrymlkes for proofreading and helping me come up with a title, muah ily nari bae <3

"Wait guys don't just leave me here-!"

You don't even get to finish your sentence before your so-called best friends, Riki and Shota, turn their backs to you and glide down the mountain on their snowboards.

Oh fuck I'm fucking screwed.

Your body goes rigid when you realize that the boys just left you here, on top of a mountain, with a snowboard and no knowledge of how to use it. The worst part? You don't know how the hell you're going to get down. Yup, definitely screwed.

Now, how on earth did you even end up here?

Well, you have those two idiots to blame. It started this morning when both of them had spammed your phone with calls and messages, begging you to come join them on a snowboarding trip. You, who hates the cold and doing anything that demands physical labor, said no. The boys knew that much, but the trick up their sleeves was something that you couldn't resist.

"We'll buy you the reaver vandal in any color you want."

When you'd arrived at the ski resort, your friends had failed to teach you the basics of snowboarding before forcing you on a chairlift. They'd explained that there was a slope further away that was beginner-friendly so you didn't think anything of it. That is until you realized that to get to said slope, you had to take a black diamond track aka one of the hardest tracks at the resort that started with a very steep descent.

You weren't dumb, so obviously you refused to go down there seeing as you hadn't yet learned to even move with a snowboard strapped to your feet, let alone turn and most importantly, stop. Riki and Shota eventually gave up, ultimately deciding that your stubbornness was something they were never going to beat and instead went off without you.

And that's how you ended up at the top of a mountain at a ski resort with a heavy snowboard in your hands, and your dignity at stake. All because of your stupid obsession with Valorant.

Curse you, Riki! Shota!

You plop down on the white snow, undoing the bindings that glued your foot and the board together. You didn't know what to do. Tears were threatening to blur your vision and at this point, you were so thankful you had your goggles on so that no one could see how much of a mess you are at the moment. Seconds turn into minutes as you watch skiers and snowboarders alike get off the chairlift and race down different trails, joyous cheers coming from them when they start sliding down the mountain.

You fidget with your board, doing and undoing the bindings as to not look clueless to passerbys who, despite your efforts, pitied you for looking so lonely and miserable. You stop once both your feet are strapped in, a long sigh slipping through your lips.

"Well well well, fancy seeing you here." Your head snaps up at the familiar voice. Your breath hitches when your gaze meets the one person you despise the most; Watanabe Haruto.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You spit, the hopelessness you felt earlier turning into annoyance as a cocky grin tugs at his lips.

"I should be asking you that. Besides, you're not the one who's known as YG High's best snowboarder." At his remark, you roll your eyes and for the first time since this morning, you wish you didn't have your goggles on so Haruto could see that his arrogance is nowhere near flamboyance. "So?"

"So what?"

"You didn't answer my question. Why are you, L/n Y/n, of all people here snowboarding?"

At this point, you feel like a gazelle trapped between a pride of starved lions. You stop to think about your next words, grunting when every excuse you'd made up in your head didn't sound one bit convincing. So for a moment, you let your pride slip through your fingers like sand and force the words out of your mouth. "I was promised something I've been wanting for a while if I came here but now my friends abandoned me and I don't know anything about snowboarding."

Your gaze is trained on the powdery snow beneath your feet until laughter resonates from the boy who's standing in front of you, looking down at you as he has the time of his life seeing the one person he enjoys teasing the most in a situation where your pride can't save you. The weight of the death glare that's pointed at him finally settles when Haruto stops giggling like a madman. He almost gasps, wondering when the hell did you take your goggles off.

"Very funny, Watanabe. Now if you're going to continue then I suggest you do so when I'm not around, I'm so not in the mood right now."

He straightens, arms crossing as he lifts a brow. "Are you really going to let a little mishap like this get the better of you? Seriously, Y/n? I didn't think you were that weak."

His words make you livid. The competitive spirit in you makes it hard for you to stay calm as you send daggers at him, fists clenching so hard you're almost sure your palms are stripped of any blood flowing. Haruto knows how to make your blood boil and you despise him for that. He knows that provoking you by questioning your skills and your pride makes you pissed like no other. Your voice comes out like venom when you wipe melted snow off your face using the back of your gloved hand. "Shut up. I’m nowhere near weak.”

Haruto smirks in contempt. "Atta girl." Only one of his feet is attached to his snowboard. He didn't have time to strap them both in for the sight of your figure sitting in the snow next to the trail map had seized his attention. So the boy places his free foot on your board, in between the bindings, arm outstretched.

You hesitate for a moment before accepting it, wondering if this was a ploy to further make fun of you. In the end, you take his hand and in one swift motion, you're up on your feet. Not exactly gracefully, seeing as you almost face plant forward though luckily, Haruto is there to catch you. You can literally hear him smirk in satisfaction seeing you already struggle, but you decide to play it off.

Without a word, Haruto drags you to the edge where the surface starts to angle down. For a second, you panic, seeing how steep the slope actually is, and Haruto can tell when your grip on his hands tightens. "Don't wuss out on me now, Y/n."

"The hell makes you say that? I'm everything but a wuss." You hiss, but you know he thinks otherwise. Still, the boy simply shrugs and moves directly in front, facing you as his board slides down perpendicularly to the mountain.

"Turn your board like mine is."

Okay, that's easy. Done.

"Put most of your weight on your heels— Stop leaning your torso back that's why you're falling," Haruto says as he helps you up. Something in the back of your mind tells you that this isn't the only time you're going to be falling today.

"Bend your knees and control your weight." You do as he says, groaning when the board slowly turns parallel, and opting to drop on your bottom to stop yourself.

Haruto lets go of you to slip his goggles back down, then doing the same with your own before helping you back up. He can tell you're already discouraged. As he tries to find something to say that will bring your determination back, a kid—around seven years old—comes speeding down the hill, skillfully switching between his toe and heel edges.

"See that, Y/n?" He jerks his head to the little kid, making your eyes follow in that direction. "A tiny ass kid is better than you. Why don't you go ask him for some help, huh?"

That's all it takes for you to get back up on your feet, this time paying a lot more attention to how much pressure you put on each heel. You find that leaning more towards one foot turns your board completely straight against the slope, so to counteract that you dig your weight into your opposite foot.

You look up at Haruto with a satisfied smirk only to meet one of his own as he slowly slips his fingers away from yours. He slides down to a flat part of the trail, watching with crossed arms as you slowly join him. Okay, this isn't so bad, just balance out your weight and don't lean back.

When you get to the boy, he only nods in acknowledgment before clapping his hands together. "Right so you seem to be getting the hang of this quite easily— I don't know how the hell you did that cause it took me a good two days to master heel edge." You have trouble deciphering what he mumbled at the second half but you just decide to brush it off with a shrug.

"What's next?" You're getting impatient now, wanting to get down as fast as possible and redo the trail without anyone's help in typical Y/n fashion. Stubborn and in denial that you sometimes need it.

"Now try ridding down with your board parallel to the slope."

Your eyes widen, and you fight back a gasp. "Are you crazy? That's way too fast!"

"You'll be fine as long as you're able to switch to your heel edge when you need to slow down."

"But-"

"That kid from earlier was doing it, so I don't see why you can't, Y/n. Unless you're a wimp, hm?"

Alright, that's it Watanabe fucking Haruto. I'd like to see you get your ass kicked by me in a Valorant duel after this.

A sharp breath leaves your lips as you start going down at a pace that's a little too fast for your liking, so in a semi-panicked state, you whirl your board around to that you're on your heel edge. Unfortunately, you must've done it too quickly because you end up on the ground, tumbling down the hill a few times before gathering the strength to stop yourself with your arms. Now you're laying on your back and you can hear Haruto approach from the distance.

What you didn't expect, however, is him coming to an abrupt stop, thus spraying you with snow.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that Watanabe!" You yell, sitting up and grabbing a handful of snow that you throw at him, but sadly miss.

The boy is laughing and that makes you want to whack him with your snowboard right here and now. Your anger blurs the fact that he's making his way down the mountain, and you only realize when he yells from a distance.

"Then come catch up to me! I bet you won't even be able to!" And just like that, Haruto turns a corner and disappears from your sight.

Oh, fucking hell he just left me here. Traitor.

That's when you decide to get revenge on Haruto for your not-very-pleasant snow shower. You get up on your feet and ease into the right position, leaning towards your front foot until you reach the turning point and try your best to stay calm. You start by pulling your back foot forward slowly to get on your heel edge, internally celebrating when you manage to stay steady.

And so with adrenaline and blood pumping in your veins, you adjust your goggles before continuing on with your quest to absolutely destroy Watanabe Haruto.

In the meantime, Haruto arrives at the bottom where he meets up with two blond boys. They share a quick side hug before the taller of the blonds speak up. "How's Y/n doing up there?"

Haruto smirks, "She's a surprisingly fast learner."

"Are you sure you didn't just bully her into being good?"

"Aye, Riki you know I'm not like that."

"Yeah right." The other boy, Shota, mocks the older.

"Fine, maybe I did. But hey, you weren't kidding when you said she's one hell of a competitive person. I compared a seven-year-old to her and it felt like she was gonna kill me." Haruto shivers at the thought of your deadly glare from earlier.

Shota laughs, patting the elder's shoulder. "She's a Valorant player man, what do you expect? And by the way..." The boy leans his weight on Haruto who groans, knowing exactly what he was going to say. "That PS5 you promised us for getting Y/n to come here, we're still waiting for it."

"Yeah! We didn't go through all that trouble for nothing!" Riki chimes in and he and Shota share a look.

"It's on its way to my house. Come get it tomorrow, kids." At that, the younger two jump around in excitement, hugging each other as they yell words of victory for attaining their game console.

Haruto chuckles happily. Just then, he hears a voice—your voice—shouting from the distance to "Watch out!". He turns around, but unfortunately isn't quick enough to move out of the way. Everything feels like it's moving in slow motion when you fail to break. You crash into Haruto's chest, sending you both toppling over. You don't even notice the boy instinctively wrapping his arms around you until you land atop of him, who lands on his back.

"Woah— Y/n? Are you okay?" Haruto asks. When he doesn't get and answer he starts knocking on your helmet. He relaxes when you respond by groaning and tapping on his arm to stop. Normally, you would've already been back up on your feet, pushing away the boy who somehow ended up being your savior today. Except your body doesn’t cooperate. Your arms don’t have any more strength in them, legs shaking from being in a squatting position the whole time. You are such a mess but that only makes Haruto’s heart flutter even more than it already is.

Your eyes close automatically as your body goes limp against Haruto. It feels nice just laying there. The sensation is as satisfying as reading a book on a rainy day or getting an Ace in Valorant. You let yourself just stay there and you almost doze off, wanting to reclaim the energy you spent getting down the mountain.

Haruto doesn’t know how to react. Who would when your crush is literally laying on top of you? His stomach tingles with what he can only assume are butterflies. He just lays there, internally panicking. After a few moments, though, he relaxes. Okay, this isn’t so bad… Yeah, this feels nice actually.

“I’m so tired.” You mumble into his neck and in return earn a chuckle, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“Make sure to have a bottle of painkillers on hand, tomorrow you won’t be able to move properly.” His voice resonates right into your ear as you listen, half-asleep.

“I owe you one, Watanabe. Even though I hate to admit it, I really do. Name anything and it’s yours.”

“Then how about a date?”

You’re about to answer when you hear a pair of hushed voices a little further. “Quick Shota take a picture of them and post it on the school website! Y/n’s gonna try to bribe us to take it down and we can ask for Fifa 22 in exchange!”

Suddenly, you don’t feel tired anymore. In fact, your energy level only goes up when you spring up to your feet. You look down at Haruto, “If it’s a date you want then fine. But first…” You snap your gaze over to your two best friends. Their faces are drained of mischievousness when you kick off your bindings and start running after them.

“You traitors! How dare you abandon me at the top like that! GET BACK HERE!”

[verobatto]

Destiel is Canon

Then Destiel is censored

Destiel meta. 15x20 meta.

I know I said I will write the meta tomorrow, but i just had to do this because I won't sleep untill I scream what it just came out to my head.

I always said i don't like Dabb, I love Berens and Yockey, and then Yockey left earlier, and i guess now i know why.

Put the Wincest subtext to a side, and hear the desperate message from the writers.

Ordinary Life

Ordinary Life sounded like some kind of monotonous prison. They woke up each morning, and search for cases... Saving people hunting things. But not with good enthusiasm.

Dabb's pie burried on the face

Dean goes to eat a huge amount of Dabb's pie but Sam hurries one on his face, that's symbolism of a bad joke, a mocking. Just like the last ending from 15x19, this was like OKAY, ALL THE TEAM.WORK, RIGHT ON YOUR FACE. Do you follow me?

Because the whole clues and evidences about subtext we saw the writers delivered us, went right buried as that pie on our faces. And that was the writers feelings about it too.

Just Berens finished the work, as someone said in Twitter.

They killed the Destiel Mirror

The guy in blue (Cas mirror) and the wan I'm green (Dean mirror) were savagely killed by the EVIL VAMP CLOWNS (WINCEST SHIPPER) then, they kidnapped the two kids (Sam and Dean mirror, they even had the looks and the hair) THEY CUT DEAN AND CAS MIRROR TONGUES AS A SYMBOLISM OF THEY COULDN'T TALK ABOUT IT. THEY COULDN'T TALK ANOUT DESTIEL. And then they took the kids to slowly preparing them for food.

Castiel mirror even died like Cas died in 12x23.

Kill the clowns

Another symbolism and message was how all the vamp clowns were killed. That was us. They killed our hopes. And then they killed Dean, because the Carry On song says it. Because it was his destiny. Dean even said it. That was the ending that 30% old the fandom wanted. Because they will be reunited in Heaven. And be together forever. With the third lead: Baby.

Oh, don't forget Sam with random chick had a son named Dean, and dies old. He had his apple pie life with hunting addition.

Okay. This wasn't our ending neither.

Stealing Subtext

All my specs about holding hands, The ILY from Dean to Cas, were stolen and given to Wincest. There you go. The pie burried on our faces.

Bobby comes to save it

Bobby as a representation of FAMILY DOESN'T END IN BLOOD embassador is sitting on the bench, drinking a beer. He offers Dean the beer and then asks if Dean likes it. And Dean says HE DOESN'T LIKE IT.

Symbolically we can take it DEAN DOESN'T LIKE THE ENDING. JENSEN DIDN'T LIKE THE ENDING. NO OME LIKS THE ENDING.

Then, this scene we stick...

Gif set credit my dear friend @spnsmile

Look at Bobby face after Dean makes that question. Is like kind of anxious bc he is about to reveal something that is supposed not to talk about it, but he knows Dean will like to hear. Because Bobby knows Dean's feelings for Cas.

And he goes with the news of Cas is out, he is in Heaven. He went out from the Empty. And helped Jack. And immediately looks at Dean to see his reaction.

Dean and Bobby exchange silent looks, but then Bobby goes: SEE? YOU HAVE A SECOND CHANCE, YOU HAVE YOUR ANGEL HERE. and the hint of YES I KNOW IT.

Then Dean chuckles, okay, of course, he has the whole time to go get Cas, but this is another message. Because it looks like Bobby didn't know if telling or not at first.

Should I tell Cas is alive?

Is the sensation you got when you see him doubting in the first gif. He purses his lips but then he decides to say it. Because he is our embassador. Thank you Bobby.

To Conclude:

They kidnapped Sam and Dean, they obligated to feed the bad clowns. They cut the Destiel's tongue. They buried the pie on Dean's face. They mocked again the bro-only ending. They wrote something that some worst that Chuck wanted: Censoring Network.

They weren't free after all.

So we didn't carry on.

Let's fix this mess together.

I want to say I'm sorry deeply for spreading hopes, but as I said, all the analysis and subtext and evidences i put into words were real, and it was there. They just didn't decide to do it. At last not entirely. Thank you for reading me and cementing.

Love you all!

Destiel is Forever!

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Buenos Aires, November 20th 2020 3:56 AM

[vi-writes-stuff]

Good as Gold (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Audrey Lee)

Word Count: 1.62 k

Rating: 18+ (NSFW content, PWP)

Summary: The events before and after their impromptu date night. Set between book 2 and 3. Sequel to All I've Ever Known

Author's Note: All I've Ever Known was originally titled Good as Gold. Title is from "Gold" by Tolan Shaw. Listen to the song and tell me this isn't lovestruck Ethan. So glad Ethan finaly said ILY to MC in the finale <3 Anyway, here's the sequel to my first fic. Y'all this is just PWP, so enjoy.

If someone had asked Ethan Ramsey what was important to him two years ago, the answer was simple: work. His work was what mattered.

It was all that mattered.

Taking in the sight of Audrey soundly asleep beside him in his bed, looking radiant in the moonlight, he knows his answer would be different now. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the slow repetitive motion easing the fear that had gripped his heart.

He had woken up from a dream that had almost become a reality. The cure hadn’t been synthesized in time. He had held her as she faded away, her normally warm and lively eyes wide with fear, whispering to him that she didn’t want to die.

Reaching over to her sleeping form, Ethan gently stroked her cheek. The skin contact and the quiet breath she exhaled soothed him instantaneously.

With Edenbrook still under construction, the two busy doctors had spent the past few weeks holed up in his apartment. They were no longer hiding their relationship and Ethan found he treasured the domesticity between them; a sentiment he thought he would never hold.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he settled back into bed. As soon as he laid down, Audrey slid closer to him, letting out a contented sigh.

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Out of habit, he woke up at 6 AM only to find his bed empty. The feeling of panic seized his heart until he heard her quietly humming. Shuffling towards the bedroom door that had been left slightly ajar, he smiled at the sight of Audrey bathed in the soft sunlight of the kitchen. Dressed in an oversized t-shirt she had stolen from him and a pair of sleep shorts, the hair she usually wore up at work hung loose as she flipped a pancake in the air. As the other side of the pancake landed perfectly in the pan, she did a little victory dance and waved the spatula she held in her right hand.

He didn’t get a chance to watch her for much longer as Jenner, who had been sitting by the foot of the kitchen counter, noticed Ethan in the doorway and made her way to him, letting out a soft woof as he saw his owner was finally awake.

Setting the pan on the stove, she turned around and grinned. “Good morning, I woke up before you, so I thought I’d make us some breakfast,” Audrey said, flipping the newest pancake onto the stack she made.

Crossing the apartment, he wrapped himself around her. “Smells delicious,” he replied, placing a kiss against her neck. Knowing how much she loved it when he kissed her there, he was rewarded with a stifled moan.

She turned around in his arms and placed a gentle kiss against his lips before playfully swatting his shirtless chest with the spatula, “As much as I enjoy how you show your appreciation, I would actually like to enjoy breakfast before it gets cold.”

He hugged her a little tighter before letting go. “I’ll get started on the coffee then,” he sighed.

Audrey smiled cheekily at him. “Thanks, babe.”

Giggling at the face he made at the nickname, she turned her attention back to the stove as she cooked the last of the batter.

As Audrey returned to the apartment she shared with her roommates, Ethan visited Alan to drop off Jenner. Later in the day as he checked his email, he received a notification about the opening of L’Orfeo and a plan began to form in his mind.

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Audrey Lee drove him insane in the best ways possible. The ride back home that started with her hand entwined in his across the gear shift ended with wandering touches as the pair rushed towards the elevator. Ethan successfully opened the door to his apartment and the door slammed shut as he pinned Audrey against.

"You know I have worn this dress before," she murmured as he kissed a trail down her neck.

He hummed. "On the rooftop, I thought I recognized it."

"You didn't make a comment about it, so I thought I'd wear it again,” she said breathlessly as her face flushed. “Elicit a reaction this time around.”

"Mission accomplished,” he groaned. “You are beautiful in that dress, but I think it would look better off of you and on the floor."

Laughter bubbled up out of her mouth as he held her face in his hands. “Aren’t you forward? You did just take me out to dinner, I guess—” Her teasing is cut off by a loud yawn that escapes her mouth. “Sorry, I guess I actually am tired.”

Taking a look at her eyes that were still somewhat red and puffy from her tears by the river earlier, he pressed a kiss against a cheek. Bending down he swept her off her feet, eliciting a surprised squeak from Audrey. “Come on, let’s go to bed and sleep.”

Carrying her across the apartment, Ethan gently deposited her onto her side of the bed. Kneeling down, he carefully removed her heels and put them aside. Climbing on to the bed to sit behind her, he helped undo her dress, pressing a kiss to every inch of skin that revealed itself as he lowered the zipper.

The zipper was three quarters of the way down when Audrey twisted around, pressing a kiss against his lips. Her hands drifted towards the back of his neck. Humming delightedly in response, Ethan’s hands reached out to pull her face closer, causing the to grow kiss deeper and more passionate by the second.

Audrey pulled back, her lips swollen and panting for breath. Ethan attempted to pull her back in, but she stopped him with a gentle press of her thumb against his bottom lip. Her hand slowly drifted down to his shirt and she began undoing the top button. “Actually,” she murmured into his ear. “I’m not as tired anymore.”

Ethan looked into Audrey’s eyes, her pupils were blown so wide he could barely see the beautiful brown that surrounded them. “Are you sure?”

Audrey nodded. “I’m certain.”

As their lips met again, Ethan rushed to undress himself as Audrey fully unzipped and slipped out of her dress. Pushing him further up until his back met the headboard, Audrey straddled his lap. As she began rocking in his lap, he uttered a series of soft curses which delighted her. Pulling back from their kiss, Audrey leaned her forehead against his and pressed a hand against his hammering heart. She gently took one of his warm hands and pressed it against her own racing heart. They sat there for a moment, their breaths intermingling as they felt the steady thump of each other’s heartbeats.

“You’re important to me. Don’t ever forget that,” he said.

Staring into each other’s eyes, Audrey stroked his cheek. “Know that you’re important to me too.” The warmth of his gaze and his words was reflected in her own and it was filled with a feeling neither was quite brave enough to admit to themselves or each other yet.

Wrapping a gentle hand around his cock, she slowly stroked him up and down, eliciting a moan from Ethan underneath her. Smirking at his response, she whispered, “I was thinking about how I could repay you for this morning.” Audrey kept moving further down as she continued to stroke him. She stopped and bent down to kiss the tip, before she licked at the dripping precum.

“Jesus Christ, Audrey,” he groaned.

“Mmm, I like the sounds you make too.” Pressing another kiss against the tip of his cock, she opened her mouth and slowly swallowed his length. Bobbing her head up and down, her other hand wrapped around the base and stroked the parts her mouth couldn’t reach.

Ethan threaded his hands through her hair, guiding her as he slowly bucked into his mouth. As another moan escaped his mouth, Audrey looked up at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she continued to suck him. “Audrey, I’m close,” he murmured as he pulled himself out of her mouth, much to her protest.

Audrey sat back up and hovered over his lap. Grabbing the base of his cock, she positioned herself over him and sighed in relief as she slid down on to him. “God, the way you fill me up,” she moaned, rolling her hips forward. Massaging her breasts in his hands, he gently pinched her nipples making her gasp. Her hands rested with her palms flat against his chest as he continued his ministrations.

Slowly, he shifted his grasp to her hips so that he thrust further into her. The sensation caused Audrey’s eyes to flutter shut as another moan escaped her and she bit her swollen lower lip. That image was forever burned in his brain and he knew instantly that if she let him, he would gladly have spent the rest of his days worshipping her body, her mind, and her soul.

“Come for me, Audrey” he panted. Moments later, she clenched around him crying his name aloud. The sound of her pleasure and the delicious bite of her nails against his skin allowed him to reach his own climax. When Audrey finally rode out her orgasm, he gently slipped out of her as she slumped against his heaving chest.

He silently twined their hands together and pressed a kiss against the top of her hand, before he rested them over his heart. Audrey leaned up to kiss him once more, before she rested her head in the crook of his neck. Wrapped in each other’s embrace, the pair slowly drifted off to sleep to the steadily slowing rhythm of Ethan’s heartbeat.

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[hallelujahmeatgod]

Group Chat with Haikyuu Characters

This is what I imagined it would be like if you're in the same school as Haikyuu boys and you're friends with them, mostly if you're their vball manager. CAN YA'LL IMAGINE THEM IN THE SAME DAMN TEAM THO? my head already hurts just thinking about it hng.

a/n: this is something i've come up with at like midnight when i should totally be sleeping. i wanna be friends with these 2D peeps so bad i made this hng.

Characters (so ya'll don't get lost kekeke):

Babysitter= You (yeah u babysitter cause u their manager and manager is equals to babysitter duh )

GodOfThunder= Nishinoya

Ken_Set_Go= Kenma

Showyou= HInata

YuuJeez😉= Yuuji

Omigiri= Kiyoomi

Setter_09= Kageyama

MarryMeKiyokoSenpai= obv Tanaka HAHAHAH

Akaashinotkakashi= Akaashi

Oikawadesu= Drama queen Oikawa ofc

TheBlondeTwin= Atsumu

MasterChemist: Kuroo

IwaiwaiwaiOikawa= Iwaizumi. (Why why why delilah? Sorry, we don’t know her. We only know Oikawa in this haus)

SugaNotBTS= Sugawara

OwlQQ= Bokuto HEY HEY HEY (double Q's for THIQQ)

Babysitter: I don’t know what energy drink or drug ya’ll took but you guys are ✨KRAZY✨ for doing 5 sets for a damn practice match. How can ya’ll still walk? Anyone need a wheelchair? My boys are sooooo cool huhu.

GodOfThunder: That's what happens when you've got the whole Mt. Olympus on your side.

Babysitter: You were so good wth. I believe in ROLLING THUNDER SUPREMACY ✨

GodOfThunder: Ackkkk this why ily😩

Ken_Set_Go: I felt like dying earlier.

Babysitter: Awww bb get lots of rest! You did so well!!!

Showyou: WAS I GOOD?! DID U SEE MY RECIEVE?!

Babysitter: Heck yeah I did! YOU DID SO WELL. HOW ARE YOU ENERGETIC FROM START TO FINISH THO. I COULD NEVER.

SugaNotBTS: Cause u a lazy ass that’s why you could never.

Babysitter: I’d sleep with one eye open if I were u dumbass. Watch your back if you don’t want Daichi to be a single dad.

YuuJeez😉: She just called us her boys! Guys, I think we all just won in life.

Omigiri: You did so well too tho @Babysitter.

Babysitter: Ackkkk thank u omi omi. I'll give that sanitizer you love.

Setter_09: You did so well earlier too tho (2)

Babysitter: HAHAHAHHA DUDE. THANKS! EXPECT A YOGURT AND MILK FROM ME TOMORROW!

Setter_09: Wow that actually worked

MarryMeKiyokoSenpai: You did so well earlier too tho (3)

Babysitter: OH MY BAHGDGAHAHHA. THANKS IG. MEAT BUNS FOR YOU!

Babysitter: I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE THE REST OF YOU TYPING THIS SHIT SO DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. ANYONE WHO SENDS THAT WILL CHOKE. I'M NOT SANTA BITCHES.

Akaashinotkakashi: YOU'RE NO FUN

Babysitter: Boi, I’m unemployed, that’s what I am.

Oikawadesu: Next time I'll make sure to be the first one hmmp.

TheBlondeTwin: Unfair.

MasterChemist: Do I get a compliment too👉👈

Babysitter: I hope your arms fall off.

MasterChemist: YOU-- EVERYONE GETS COMPLIMENTED AND I DON'T?! I DIDN'T EVEN GET SUBBED THE WHOLE FREAKING TIME!!! AND U CAN’T EVEN GIVE ME SMALL COMPLIMENT?

Babysitter: So? There’s a bunch of you in there, you could’ve asked for one anytime rooster head.

MasterChemist: You're unfair

Babysitter: Yeah I am. It's called favoritism smarty pants, look it up.

Ken_Set_Go: @Babysitter you have my heart forever. This is why we're all in love with you. Thank you for never giving that annoying ass a break. You the real MVP here. I'd let you play my games anytime.

MasterChemist: I h8 all of you. I'm gonna sulk for the rest of the day. Someone better comfort me later tho. Ehem @Babysitter 😤😡

IwaiwaiwaiOikawa: Thanks for informing the air. We’re going to the arcade later so comfort yourself cry baby.

Babysitter: And here I thought Bo's the Emo one. @OwlQQ your boyfriend's having tantrums again. Come get him.

MasterChemist: I dare u to come near me.

@OwlQQ. Bitch I'LL bite that dog.

[cextra-loz]

For the LOZ ask game:

😔🕹️

😔 Least Favorite Zelda character? The writers/artist on the zelda team do a great job of making each character unique and interesting and lovable in their own way but i'm not sure what they were doing w/ revali because he just bullied link throughout the entire game and even in the end when he's a ghost he doesn't even say sorry or anything like if Link had a personality i'm pretty sure he'd say in his journal something like "why is revali so mean to me v-v"

🕹️ What’s the first Zelda game you ever played? Minish Cap Demo at walmart when I was like 6?, good demo. Ocarina of Time at home- we moved to a new town when I was young, we owned nothing of value except a tv, car toys, and some tools sets- and clothes idk-

but I did get a Nintendo DS from my dad, I waited months for that Nintendo DS since it was on Layaway at Walmart for the longest time and I never asked for anything else (except car toys sometimes). Once I got the DS + Nintendogs I was so happy I did nothing except play for like 3 days straight I would just go to sleep and then play, but then one day we left to the store and someone broke in and stole all our valuables! They stole my ds, an old camera, and money, clothes, and my toys (bitch). We had almost nothing afterwards and I was pretty sad I think- I dont remember anything except blurry vision and tears- but a few days later I got home and there was a huge ass box- I guess an organization or someone just gathered a bunch of stuff and donated it to us. Inside the box there were bionicles and toy cars and random action figures, and there was NINTENDO 64 + Games!! Someone donated a whole ass nintendo 64 and a small portable tv from like the 90's - and there was a copy of Ocarina of Time and I recognized it because of the Minish Cap demo I played a few months earlier. I was super stoked!!! I was stuck in kokiri forest for the longest time because I didn't know how to read and everything was black and white so I couldn't see certain things but tbh biggest life changer would not be here today if it wasn't for that donation thank you person <3 ily p.s I still have the nintendo 64 in a box somewhere

[impaladolan]

Control Freak - Grayson Dolan

summary: after Choff production lines CEO (finally) retires, a new boss makes his way into Y/N’s world..

warnings: sexual references/undertones

a/n: another Grayson series, i can’t help myself :)) enjoy!! also, ily <3

Ugh, he was in one of his moods again.

The office cubicles were hastily bustling with nervousness and terror. At any given moment, the infuriated man, so-called boss, will be bursting through the double doors with a dark red tint across his cheeks and maybe even smoke out of his ears, if you're lucky.

Mr. Kidman has never been good with the whole "patience is a virtue" thing, he's a ticking time bomb at all hours of the day. Nothing ever satisfies him, nor remotely excites him, he just finds something to yell and scream about at some poor unfortunate soul and then continues his merry day. But today, he was furious. He had no empathy for anyone, even his favorite two little secretaries that wear push-up bras like a side-job. Apparently someone had brought him the wrong breakfast order and everything just went downhill from there.

Unlike all the others, you seemed calm and composed amongst all this mayhem, but only because you, and maybe two others, knew that 'Old Angry Kidman' was finally retiring. Yep, freedom at last. Well, unless the new guy, or girl, has terrible anger issues.

So you just sat at your clean and pristine desk, typing another draft and adding it to the plentiful piles saved on your work computer, while soundlessly chewing on a mint piece of gum that substituted for the absence of a tooth brushing the morning of. But your quick finger movements were hushed once Mr. Kidman, as predicted, flew straight through the doors with his signature fiery red face and sweat droplets dotting his thinning hairline. "Every body fucking up! I've fucking had it with all of you." He demands, majority of the room raising from their seats with caution. With his teeth tightly gritted and his lips in a fine line, he swirls his index finger in the air, motioning to all of his terrified workers.

"If it were my fuckin' decision, I'd have each and everyone of you pieces of shits fired and on the streets in point ZERO-TWO seconds. You all are fucking lucky that this is my last day here, son's of bitches." A man of few nice words, that he is. The nicest thing you've ever heard him say was thank you, and that was two years ago. His vulgar and aggressive attitude truly brings the worth of working this job down. If it weren't for the good pay and lack of any other remotely feasible company jobs, you would've quit a long time ago.

But alas, you still endure the inevitable fiery reign of his obstructive wrath on the daily.

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Dolan is his name.

The new boss, that is. That's the only information you and the rest of the staff knew, besides that he's a male. He hasn't shown up for work yet, or even formally introduced himself. Hell, you don't even know what he looks like. But you were certainly nervous for his arrival.

What if he's just like Kidman, or worse?

It most certainly made you nervous to think that this new guy could ever be worse than Kidman. You were hoping and praying that the he'd at least value his workers and employees.

Everyone, on your office floor, was anticipating the days and hours of his big arrival. No one was certain of when he was going to show up, or if. But nonetheless you were one of the most nervous ones. You held the highest title among your coworkers, except CEO of course, but you were pretty up there when it came to business standards. Everyone seemed to like you as well, your kind nature and natural non-brutal attitude sure did make up for other people's. Of course, you didn't really have an office of your own, because you enjoyed the time spent with the people around you. You truly loved the relationship and humbleness you gained from it. At least you weren't a snotty bitch, right?

There were plenty of little rumors around the workspace that you'd become the new (and improved) owner of this whole entire manufacturing company. Specifically a well known fashion line, Choff. The floor that you, and many of the other leading workers, were on was basically the information database. But from time to time, you'd find yourself strolling through the other, more clothing/model filled areas. Just to see how things were flowing.

Which is actually what you're doing in this moment; running your fingers along the racks filled with hangers that held all the fitted clothing items. It seemed like fun to be down here, measuring and sewing the different outfits to the men and women, but it also seemed stressful. Everyone's always in a rush, with their exploding New York accents and their flailing around all over the place. It's pretty amusing to watch from afar, but you'd be scared to get in anyone's way. They'd probably just run you over and continue their day unaffected.

With that thought in mind, you abruptly come to a stop when you run into the muscular backside of someone, startling you from your stare on the tiled flooring. You uttered a few apologies, taking a step back and straightening your pencil skirt from its newfound wrinkles.

"Lost, darling?" Your eyes trail the floor before you until they're stuck on a pair of shiny dress shoes, attached to a pair of long legs and a broad chest. Your eyes finally landed on the remarkably handsome face, of someone you didn't quite recognize. It wasn't uncommon to stumble across unknown employees, but could it be him?

"Frankly, no." You shortly answer, studying his jaw-dropping features. He was indubitably perfect, without a doubt. With a nicely trimmed beard decorating his beautifully shaped jawline, and big hazel eyes that stared right back at your own, he seemed unearthly. Like he was God's favorite angel sent down from heaven, just to show you a glimpse of what it'd really be like inside the pearly gates. "Are, um, you?" You weren't exactly nervous, just mystified. His recent smile grew into what seemed to be a smirk, while his right side's dimple grew more prominent.

"I'd like to say that I'm not, but I sadly am." He shrugs with a chuckle, sending a wave of unbeknownst pleasure through your ears and fluttering down your spine, until the ends of your toes were satisfied with his deep and raspy voice. "Could you maybe show me around this gigantic place? I've been in need of assistance for the last hour or so." He questions you, dropping his shoulders back and letting his eyes roam your stature before drifting to the interior of the long hallway the two of you are currently standing around in. "I very well could, but I have a dreadful meeting to attend to within the next five to ten minutes." Actually, the meeting was in fifteen minutes. You just simply wanted to see the man's reaction, which wasn't what you though it'd be;

"Perfect, I'll be in attendance for that as well. If you'd so kindly lead the way, I would most appreciate it." He smoothly negotiated, stuffing his right hand, which was tightly wrapped with an expensive looking watch, into his pocket with another grin. He seemed very eloquent with his words and the way he addressed things, it has to be him?

"Do you mind me asking of your name?" You began as you started your trek back to where you came from, your heels quietly clicking from beneath you as you lead the way, him following close behind. "Dolan, Grayson Dolan." He quickly answered. Indeed you were right in thinking he was the new (and maybe improved) CEO of all Choff productions. "New head guy?"

He only nods, to yet another one of your endless questions. "And what's your name, darling?" He asks as the two of you stop at an elevator, his quick hand beating yours to clicking the slightly worn down button. "Y/N Y/L/N, direct head management under you." You relay before boarding onto the empty elevator, the doors closing moments after the two of you were stood side by side. You fidget with the ends of your skirt, staying as calm as possible under his stare that you couldn't help but shrivel under.

"Under me, huh?" You almost gulped at the sound of his double meaninged phrase. Smart guy, hm? Your heart started beating a bit faster the more you thought of his little statement. Your mind became a whirlwind of visuals and fantasies before you could even stop it. Just those two little words had made you all sorts of a mess, and he hasn't even done much of anything. "Don't get too worked up darling, we have a meeting to attend." He chuckles as he steps off the elevator that had opened only seconds ago. You just scoff, your cheeks reddening as you stride right past him, maneuvering through the expanse of people that had just left the staff room, in order for the upcoming meeting to advance.

The moment you were sat in the room and time had passed to where everyone had finally shown up, you felt that lingering feeling of eyes on you. A pair of hazel eyes to be exact, who was sat far from you at the end of the long table. For meeting him not too long ago, he sure did seem comfortable around everyone. It was entirely too soon for you to be liking him already, better yet imagining different scenarios with him as someone boringly rambled. You decided that you'd forget him for the time being and focus on your job, as much as possible.

Though it would be granted as difficult as time moved on..

"That's the conclusion of this meeting. I thank everyone for being here, and I especially appreciate your appearance, Mr. Dolan. I'm happy to say that things around here will continue a lot smoother than it did in the past. And I know most others would agree." Burt Wallace, one of the coordinators, concluded after standing from his seat to dismiss everyone with a nod. While everyone dillydallied in conversations with one another, you in the other hand, hustled straight out of that room and towards the same elevator you had used earlier. The moment you clicked the button, the doors opened wide and you hopped in, tucking yourself in the corner while you gained your breath. You smile to yourself at the successful 'escape' from any questions or perhaps a witty comment from a certain CEO on the loose.

You sigh happily to yourself, watching the doors close again until a hand is stuck between them, pushing them straight back to reveal the man you were somewhat avoiding. "Care if I join you again?" He asked, but he still entered otherwise, clicking one of the many buttons to make the door close. "Did I have a choice?" You almost scoff, feeling his shoulder brush against your own as he stood in the same spot he had previously stood in. "Nah, not really, but I like to seem like a little bit of a gentleman." He answers, the roll of your eyes substituting for the internal scoff that you hadn't let out. The two of you rode in silence for what seemed to be eternity, only the faint sounds of your breaths being heard. As soon as the elevator door clanged and opened, you made a beeline out of there and hustled toward your organized workspace like there was a snake chasing you.

"What's the rush?" Ana Rita, one of the only tolerable women in this entire building, asked as you ducked under your desk. Even though you hadn't looked back to check, you had a feeling he'd follow you, or worse, ask you to meet him in his office. You weren't exactly sure why you were hiding from him, he seemed pretty nice. But he truly intimidated you. Not in a competitive way, more so a physical way. "And why the fuck are you down there?" The redhead crinkled her brows as she looked down her long nose at you. "Just, shhhh!" You bellow quietly, covering your pursed lips with your index finger.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hot man, six o'clock! Get your ass out of there!" She violently whispered at you, frantically tidying herself for the "hot man," presumably Mr. Dolan as you had predicted, approached your desks. You tightly hug your knees from under your desk, praying to god that he wouldn't somehow see you. "After noon, sir, may I help you?" You cringe at the seductive tone lined in her voice, something that Mr. Dolan unfortunately probably gets a lot of. "I'm looking for Ms. Y/L/N, I have some issues to discuss with her." Yet again, his girthy voice made you sigh with comfort. It's extremely calming to listen to.

"She's actually right here—" Ana, the little asshole she is in this moment, points straight at you as you plead with your eyes and shake your head vigorously. You suddenly see his handsome head peer over at you, his brows scrunched with confusion. "Uhm, cords were messed up, gotta fix them." You awkwardly chuckle, patting the outlet box stuffed with all your monitor's cords. You bring yourself out from below your desk as the two stared at you, dusting your front side and settling down in your office chair with a nervous smile.

"I'd like to have a word with you, in my office."

(masterlist)

[genshin-obsessed]

hi pocket! moth here, and as promised, i'm giving you word after word after word after word....

i got cicada to type some stuff down too since he also wanted to send something to you in congratulations!! <3 <3

----moth

congratulations on 6k! you're really rad and i genuinely think that you deserve all this support and love, it's just really nice to see that you've progressed so quickly and smoothly! you've put a ton of effort into things your write, your events, everything! your interactions with your anons are just so nice, and that's all because you're an amazing person!

when i joined the genshin fandom, you were one of the first blogs that i had run into, and that's pretty neat. at first, i didn't follow you, since i wasn't really used to your writing. but as i kept on encountering your works, i eventually grew accustomed to it- and i like your writing style! v swag :)

your oc, toxin, is just- perfection. i like the whole background thing, powers, but the fic i liked the most was the one where toxin attempts to poison you. my imagination can just run wild from there, picturing out what the character did after running out to go after toxin, but for zhongli's case how he took care of you + what he did after.

you, pocket, are a wonderful person- if you receive hate, you don't deserve it! 6000 seems like a large accomplishment, and it must've felt really nice to hit that number. a great person like you deserves the world, but the world may not deserve you. your presence alone on tumblr is practically a blessing, and i'm grateful for everything that you've wrote! not only that, but you've helped me become bolder and interact off anon. i think that's pretty neat, genuinely.

i'm sure many others think the same: ilysm(/p) pocket! even if i fall out of the genshin fandom(which i most likely won't bc of XIAOOOOOOOOOOOO <3 <3 <3 <3), i'll still revisit your blog. reading over your works always makes me crack a smile, whether it's angsty or not. your ability to write is amazing, and some of your works had even inspired a few of mine!

a collab with a person like you is like a dream come true. i look forwards to future interactions, and hopefully they're all positive! i support you no matter what, and you can't change that, hehe.

-your local xiao simp,

moth.

----cicada

hello, i believe you've never interacted or heard of me before? i go by cicada online, a friend that appears on moth's blog every now and then. they told me about your 6k followers, and i think that's pretty neat. to be honest when you told moth that you'd do a collab with them i was happy they chose you, since you're a really good person. pocket, thank you so much for everything you've done for me, moth, all of us- i cannot express my gratitude towards you, and i am proud of that because i can usually express my gratitude to others within words. however, since my gratitude towards you is off the charts, i cannot form it in words. regarding the collab, i will attempt to help moth with angst, however my help might not be needed. i thank you deeply, for fueling my everyday energy to get up. reading through your works gives me so much serotonin, and i appreciate that greatly. have a good day or night, perhaps afternoon, mx. pocket.

-cicada.

----any last words before we go sleep?

moth - ily, pocket! /p

cicada - thank you, congratulations. (note: get your well deserved rest, pocket.)

----goodnight, good morning, good afternoon wherever you are ! !

ok so like i genuinely started crying at this and I don't normally get very emotional. You both left me speechless, so that's one of the reasons why I'm taking so long to respond T^T

I'll split my response here to the both of you!

its kinda long- sorry xD also can I just call yall "the bugs" cuz its just so cute ;-; your names are adorable-

Moth, you are such a sweetheart. Like I said earlier, I'm not someone who gets very emotional! But your words brought tears to my eyes (tears of joy ofc) and it took me a while to respond because every time I saw what you'd written, I'd just have this giant smile on my face. I'm really glad you chose to follow me and I'm so happy you chose to talk to me! I always try to be fun and welcoming so that people who do wanna interact can do so, but I get it, there are so many people here it can get daunting.

But I'm glad you reached out! I'm so happy to have a friend like you! Ima be honest, the first few times you sent something in off anon, I was like "o.o they forgot anon-" BUT NOW LOOK AT YOU! Thank you, I really appreciate it. I'm actually pretty self-conscious about my writing but I try to do my best and post- even though I don't like what I've written, so your words really do help me! You're the type of reader every writer wants. Seriously!!

Ah, Toxin! Yes, I've had her as an oc for such a long time and then I finally perfected her! She's been in so many fics of mine and she's finally getting the recognition she deserves!! I'm glad you enjoyed that fic, it's one of my faves! I planned to do a p2 with some other characters but held off cuz I thought people would get bored- yet here you are, sparking my will to write it again!

I still can't believe I hit 6k! Honestly, that's so many people!! and they all like me and my stuff!! it's really hard to believe- there are days I think its a dream >.< silly, I know xD actually, when I first joined tumblr, it was because of BNHA and I saw this writer who had 10k followers at the time and I just was like "that's not even possible" yet here I am- 4k away T^T

I genuinely hope Xiao keeps you here, but if you have to leave for another fandom that's ok too! I can only hope we'll meet once again there too! I think some people in life are meant to be friends and are just meant to know each other! And I'll hope you're one of them! Cuz you're one of the awesomest friends I've had and I love you as well (/p)!! <333

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Cicada, omg haiii!! I've heard very little about you since Moth took FOREVER to tell me there's another writer hidden back there!! I'm glad I got a chance to talk to you, even if it's like this! I'm not sure how much you know about me >.< seems like a lot so I'm sorry that I don't know that much about you!

Thank you so much, you're so very sweet and I can't express how happy your words made me. For a long time now, I always wake up and wonder how I can make my friends smile or laugh, and now that's extended to this blog. To hear how happy my writing makes people brings me so much joy that even I can't express it. I know there are many people out there who have lots of things to deal with in life and to know that my writing's helping them through that fuels me to write more!

I'm so glad I can do the same for you! We may not know each other- or maybe it's mostly on my end- but I still want to make you smile! I want to make everyone who stumbles upon my blog smile as well! Life can get hard and it feels so impossible sometimes but if I can give someone the energy to go on, then I'm pretty content with my own! Thank you for reading my works and thank you for telling me this because it really did make me happy.

Aw, thank you, I hope it's not too much! Though I specialize in angst (at least, I like to think so), I wanted to give Moth the opportunity to try! I'll do my best to make the fluffiest fluffing comfort you've ever seen!! Or uh something like that ^w^"

I really do hope that you and I can talk more so I can get to know you! Oh! And that google form- it was super adorable ^w^

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You two are too kind and you best believe I'm saving this lil ask <3 you both very well made my entire week (along with that meme anon with those cute memes) and I'm sending you both hugs!! or cookies ^w^ whichever you prefer!

Also, it was nighttime when you sent this and now its 3am >///< i need sleep-