#the best things happen on skype

[lovers-rck]

curious about you

OKAY so, this was *originally* for a request that i got sent about friends to lovers with abby, but i think i could (and i want to) write something better for that request so here is this.

to all those who sent requests, thank you, there are a couple that caught my attention and i will be dedicating some time as soon as i can, bear with me......

okay i'm done. enjoy!!

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"ugh, definitely not"

"why not?" abby says "it's a good movie"

she playfully nudges you with her shoulder, a smirk comes to her lips. you look at her.

"what?" she says

"you think fifty shades of grey is a good movie?" your hand grabs the remote from abby's hands, changing the channel.

"maybe i didn't choose my words wisely. it's.... interesting" abby steals the remote from your hands and flips back to the previous channel; your eyes see christian and anastasia kissing very noisily.

you stir in your seat. it's a saturday night, a greasy pizza box rests on the coffee table and the light coming from the television is the only thing illuminating the room. you turn to look at abby, the high points of her face are illuminated by the cool lighting of the movie.

"what's the point, anyway?" you ask, your teeth chewing on the edge of the pizza that abby doesn't eat.

"what do you mean?" abby replies, her brow furrows but her eyes don't leave the television.

"about the movie; like, is just that?" you point at the tv; a sex scene in the works.

"that?" abby smiles "you can say the word sex, you know?"

you roll your eyes and swallow the crunchy dough.

"say it" abby murmurs

you look at her; she looks at you

"what?"

"say the word"

you push her "fuck off"

abby laughs and moves closer again, her knee brushes the side of your bare thigh. the air feels heavy.

"i'm not going to move until you say it"

you let out a snort "what are you, christian grey?"

she lets out a mischievous grin "maybe i am"

you try to dodge her gaze. the fabric of the couch looks surprisingly interesting from one moment to the next.

"cringe" you say

"c'mon" abby murmurs, her proximity causing your heart to skype a beat.

abby's overpowering confidence shrinks you, molds and controls you to her liking. abby knows how to inhibit you and you know she does; over time you've learned that sometimes it's best to surrender to her.

so you sigh, and you say it "sex, okay? i said it. sex."

abby smiles and settles back in her seat. you can breathe again.

"see? it wasn't that hard. you're a pussy."

"i never said it was hard, you idiot. i just chose not use the word"

"yeah, whatever"

the minutes go by and you don't try to take the remote from abby again. there's (another?) sex scene in the tv, this one is a bit more explicit, more louder. you squirm; abby has a smirk planted in her face.

"you like that?"

you almost choke with your saliva "what?"

abby points at the tv with her chin "that. you like being tied?"

your eyes are fixed on the tv, but they're not paying attention to the scene unfolding. you can see out of the corner of your eye how abby waits for your answer.

you're afraid you're not going to be able to get away with this one.

"what's up with you and your questions today?" you try to play it cool

"i guess i woke up a little bit curious about you"

you hear a noise from the outside. you think that maybe today is your lucky day and someone will come into the house and will kill you and will end this torture.

but that doesn't happen.

"so, you are telling me you woke up thinking if i like being tied up?" you try to make abby uncomfortable, surprise her so that she finally shuts her mouth and leaves this round of questions that make your heart participate in a marathon that has no opponent.

but abby is abby, and you can't make her uncomfortable.

"yeah, i guess i wonder that"

you swallow your breath and hope she hasn't noticed. your head thinks of a thousand ways to dodge the question; something to say that's more convincing than "oh, im sorry abby, my mom just got hit by a car so i gotta go".

is this what friendship should feel like?

"so?" abby inquires

"um" suddenly the couch is too uncomfortable "i don't know"

"you don't know? what a shitty answer"

she is insufferable, you think "what do you want me to say?"

"i don't know, something more interesting maybe?"

you rolled your eyes "well, im sorry for not being interesting enough for you abby"

abby smiles slightly and continues to watch the movie. you almost thought you were safe, when her voice echoes again in the dark room.

"you didn't try it, right?" abby says. she is looking at you.

you reciprocate her gaze, a look of confusion plants itself on your face "what do you mean?"

the light from the television gives away as abby licks her lips "you said you didn't know if you like it, so that means you haven't tried it, right?"

her gaze on you is softer. you can tell that she is tired, more sleepy, less cocky.

"yes. you are correct" you say. you shiver, and so abby pass you a blanket "thank you"

"would you like to?"

her braid is a mess. blonde hairs are dancing around her face, framing her face and escaping the stiffness of the hairstyle.

you like this side of her. more vulnerable.

"i don't know. i would feel kinda dumb."

you whisper and abby smiles "im not anastasia steele, you know"

abby laughs softly and nods. she doesn't say anything back, so you take advantage

"have you tried?" you murmur

"being tied?" she asks, and you nod "let's just say thats not for me"

you chuckle. she yawns.

"and tie someone?" you ask, again.

"now you're the one asking questions, huh?"

you shrug "what can I say? i learn from the best"

abby laughs and settles back in her seat, her eyes watch the film intently.

"no, but i guess I'd like to give it a try."

you nod, even though she can't see you "good" you say.

"good" she replies

she fall asleep on the couch a few minutes later.

[nicoscheer]

Milex quotes (ranging from unhinged to batshit crazy while taking a detour through wtf land)

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- first impressions: “What is this puny spotty kid with his little brown bag ?” (Miles about Alex) “Who’s that jester who makes me laugh so hard as soon as he opens his mouth ?” (Alex about Miles). Via Les Inrocks arcticle

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- “I tell him I love him all the time,” via NME (Miles)

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- “I love you because you’ve got a very strong pain threshold.” Via NME (Miles)

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- since when are you both that close ? “You want to know if we’re going to get married ? If we have sex like real men, between the buttocks ?” Via Les Inrocks article

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- “For kids from the North, it's hard to say but we never stop telling each other that we love each other. Alex knows I'll always be there for him. (How do our girlfriends deal with that? Are they jealous? Maybe we should ask them).” (Miles) Via Les Inrocks article

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- “To me, The Last Shadow Puppets is not even a band. It’s more like a way-out of the notion itself of ‘band’. It’s a space of freedom. There is no embarrassment, no taboo, no limits between us. It's a real trade, we reroute each other's ideas. In the end, it's impossible to quantify the contribution of the two of us. Our complementarity sometimes freaks me out.” (Alex) via Les Inrocks article

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- MK: Totally, to me it’s even the best vocal take of his entire career! (He cuddles him.) AT: Thank you, my dear. (Note: here it says “mon lapin”, which can mean “my dear” but literally translates to “my bunny”) via MyRock Magazine

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- AT: Ah yeah, that’s how it is with my Miles! I start a joke and he’ll finish it! (he pounces on Miles and catches him in an armlock on the settee, before giving his crotch a light slap and shouting “Here comes the nuts!”) You wanna see how close we are as friends, Miles and I? Here, look, a spectacle exclusively for you! (At this point, we move up another notch in this madness: Alex swoops for a bowl of cashew nuts and starts to frenetically toss them at Miles, who tries to catch them with his mouth… after a fashion. Via MyRock Magazine

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- “Alex is so dedicated to song writing, it’s inspiring to be around. He’s a beautiful soul and I’m honoured to witness him and the band grow. His left ears going to be burning when he hears this…” (Miles) via GQ magazine October 2013

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- “Alex Turner is a genius, isn’t he? He’s a genius fish.” (Miles) via Knack Focus

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Via Kultura Onet

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- “Sometimes we have Skype-sex, or we wank off on FaceTime!” (Miles) via Index

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- “We've been through a lot together. It's like, he's one of those friends, those few best friends you have in life. As you grow older, your circle tends to shrink, but he's remained one of my closest pals. It's almost like a bit of yin and yang between us.” (Miles) via Numéro

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- Alex turns to Miles and propositions him: “Your place or mine, then?” There’s no-one expect us and the road-crew there to see it, but it feels like a special moment nonetheless. Via NME

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- “I think we can bring the best out in each other, you know? He certainly does that with me.” (Miles) Via Eska Rock

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- “Why, yes, bromances are for sharing your dreams. What a wonderful sentiment.” (Miles) via Interview Magazine

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- AT: Miles is, without a doubt, Wolverine. Wolverine is a style icon to him. I see similarities. Miles always follows his instinct. And he’s capable of fixing things that are broken, whether it’s material or emotional damage, in no time. MK: Alex often reminds me of Gambit. He can change something insignificant into something explosive. He’s very aware of everything that happens around him, something that balances him out. And he can read my mind. Via OOR Magazine 2016

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- “We understand each other and keep each other going. We both have strange ideas and we need the presence of the other to make sense of them.” (Miles) Via OOR Magazine 2016

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- “Sometimes it can be a pressure being the fella in the band who writes the songs. Getting together with Miles I've got someone to bounce ideas off and that is something new for me. Also, it gives me somewhere to hide because he's up there singing with me. In the Arctic Monkeys, there's nowhere for me to hide.” (Alex) via Culture

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- “My best mate. I love him, man. I like the way he pushes himself and keeps that thing of, whatever's going on around you, you're just a lad who loves playing music and writing tunes. He's a prime example of someone who's big but doesn't take anything for granted.” (Miles)

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- “I decipher his thoughts and organise them. When Miles bursts, the idea comes flying. Someone who knows him well enough might be able to filter out the good ideas. But usually, he only has good ideas and it’s up to me to catch everything. That’s my job within this duo. That process releases all kinds of stuff within me, causing me to go into certain directions I would never take my own.” (Alex)

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- “I thought it were going to be like them finding a tape where you’d had an affair,” he grins. “Like your bird had found an affair tape and was watching you having sex with another bird… but it weren’t like… an affair tape… erm, not that I’ve ever made an affair tape.” Alex Turner about the Monkeys’ reaction to The Last Shadow Puppets’ album via NME

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- “And also working with Miles, it comes very much from my heart. You know, with such a close friendship we have. Wanting to work together, it brings something else. I haven’t done too much with other people… he’s kind of the only one.” (Alex) via Hot Press

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- MK: And he can read my mind. AT: But you can read mine, too. MK: I knew you were gonna say that. AT: And I knew you were gonna say that. via OOR Magazine 2016

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- “Even if we aren't writing half a word is enough. We can finish each other's sentences sometimes and if we focus on it, we can take it to a much deeper level. That's pretty unique. My thinking process is pretty abstract and a lot of people don't know what to do with that. Alex understands me like no other.” (Miles) via OOR Magazine 2016

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- you’re living in Los Angeles too now, miles? “…because Alex lives there…” (Miles) via Humo

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- “He has written a lot of songs – a lyrical wonder, this boy!” (Miles) via Humo

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- The pair live, Turner says, “seven minutes away from each other”. Ask them what a typical night out entails, and they look at each other, then proceed to not be very forthcoming, though Turner will eventually concede that “some of what happens in those situations is disclosed, through the veil of song, on the record. There’s references.” Via Shortlist

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- “Starin’ out the balcony at the moon, wonderin’ where is he, what is he doin’ now, who’s he kissin’” (Alex) via Sidewalk Hustle

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- “… but this thing we had together… I know that I was the new kid and he was a sort of superstar, but even from day one, it was amazing. To an outsider, it wouldn’t look equal, but it was always so equal. He made me feel like that, just because it was.” (Miles)

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- “We take it in turns playing the straight man.” (Alex) via Shortlist

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- “Quite cute ! Quite and quite camp, you mean ?” (Miles about their relationship) via NME

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- On what it’s like to work with Kane again, Turner said: “It’s like John Lennon meets… Paul [McCartney].” Via NME

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- Miles says their relationship was established “on laughter and general stupidness” via the Telegraph

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- Interviewer: Alex, what does Miles bring out in you that…. Alex: A woman can’t bring out in me?

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- Miles and Alex and their endearments and nicknames for each other :

“We always talk about it, me and the boy, y'know?” (one of the cutest things Miles has called Alex is 'the boy' it's so beautiful bc someone asked him on Twitter what he was up to and he just said he was 'going out with the boy'. which boy? it didn't need saying. everyone knows who The Boy in Miles' life is.)

"He's got the face for it...the little diamond."Miles to Alex

"The Little Prince" Miles to Alex x

“Shavambacu” Miles to Alex at 4:01

“You naughty turtle” Alex to Miles- Tlsp @ Paradiso, Amsterdam 2016 during the element of surprise

“Baby” Miles to Alex multiple times

“You scampi fry” Miles to Alex via the guardian

“The Wirral squirrel/wirral riddler” Alex to Miles via absolute radio 2011 at around 10:50

“All aboard the Kane train” Alex to Miles at Lowlands 2016 at around 21:56

“My Miles” Alex to Miles, MyRock interview

“The next song is called ”My Fantasy”… I’d like to dedicate it to my Alex Turner!” Miles to Alex, live performance

“If I can speak for both Darling” Alex to Miles via El País

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- “He (Alex) turned up one day in red jeans. That surprised me. I like it when he wears red jeans. When they’re tight.”

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- “There's nothing innocent about Miles Kane,”Turner warns, in case anyone was planning to accuse him of luring his fresh-faced co-conspirator into a decadent world of rock star self-indulgence. “He is the antithesis of innocence.” “Ooh,” Kane retorts, archly, “you scampi fry.” Via the Guardian

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- “We went for a bike ride. Tops off. Fred Perry shorts on.” (Alex about their time recording the age of the understatement in rural France Blackbox studio) via Q Magazine 2008

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- You look like you're about to snog each other. AT: “It’s rare that we don’t look like that.” Tlsp at the Mercury music Prize 2008

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- “As far as I’m concerned there are only two superstars: Beyoncé and Miles Kane. You can quote me on that.” (Alex)

[lesbianphan]

One single thread of gold (tied me to you)

Genre: fluff, 2024!phan, tooth-rotting fluff, very little plot just fluff

Words: 1.4K

Pairing: Phan

Summary:

"Time, mystical time Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?"

Just a cute little fluffy one to celebrate the 15 years of Dan and Phil the best way I know how: through RPFing, of course!

Read on AO3

Authors note: Happy phannieversary! This community has been the best thing to happen to me, I'm always so thankful to be able to nerd out about my parassocial love for these gays with all of you. Hope you enjoy this fluffy offering I put together in one night, cause I couldn't stand the idea of letting a day this special go by without posting anything (FIFTEEN YEARS OF PHAN, MAN!). Hope you enjoy this silly fluffy one <3 No beta, all mistakes are mine alone!

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“Aww,” Phil coos at his phone screen, and Dan looks up from his own, quizzically turning his head to glance at Phil’s screen. They’re sitting on their rather large sofa, but, as usual, are all up in each other’s personal space.

‘What is it?”

“Oh, nothing,” Phil stammers slightly, continuing to scroll, slightly embarrassed by looking at shipping content of them during their free time.

“I see how it is now,” Dan mocks, “you’re gatekeeping cute videos from me. What’s it you’re playing at, Lester?” There's no real heat behind his words, but Dan’s frowning quite a bit, insulted he would ever hide anything from him.

“Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss,” Phil giggles, absentmindedly continuing to scroll his feed.

Dan huffs a frustrated sound, as he turns back to his own phone and continues his own doom scrolling, head now resting on Phil’s shoulder. He keeps chancing glances at his screen, like Phil somehow wouldn’t notice. He doesn’t mind, though. Phil could theoretically just tell Dan his little outburst was about something their audience posted about them, and he would probably leave it alone after that. Still, Phil had decided years ago that winding Dan up was way more fun anyways, so he didn’t bother.

A few more minutes go by in silence. It’s funny how a lot of their time is spent like this, scrolling on screens in the comfort of each other’s company. No matter where they are, this feels like home, just spending time next to Dan doing nothing in particular. Ever since the skype days, it’s been this way for them. He feels his heart skip a beat at the thought of fifteen years having almost gone by already. The craziest years of his life, and yet the ones that truly felt like living, breathing easier, finally feeling like he belonged with someone.

Okay, maybe the cute post got to him a little bit. Just a tiny bit. Phil found himself staring down at Dan’s curly head of hair, resting against his shoulder as he furiously typed something on his screen. He feels the urge to run his fingers through Dan’s hair, but they do have to see real people in a bit, and Dan would throw a fit if he messed up his hair.

“Freak,” Dan says, without looking up at him at first, “why are you being weird, bitch?”

“Hmm, am not!” he protests, a little bit squeaky, giving his lie away a little.

Dan finally looks up then, and his eyes are like honey, melty and beautiful in the sunlight coming in through the window of the home they built together. Phil feels his breath hitch a little and Dan’s eyebrows go up higher as he accesses him.

“Are you dying on me again?” he says, looking him up and down. He’s exaggerating, sure. But he does seem to worry about Phil a whole lot more these days, after everything.

“Nah, not right now,” he replies, casually draping his arm around Dan’s waist and holding him closer, “just… guess I like you a little bit, maybe.”

“Right,” Dan laughs, his private little laugh. Just for them, “I’ll remind you of that next time you’re too lazy to get off your ass and grab me a glass of water, leaving me to die of thirst,” he tuts, teasingly, but snuggles closer to Phil, pliant and easy as ever, “gonna tell the kids you’re being absolutely useless again, passenger princess.”

“Hey,” Phil protests, but a giggle betrays him, “you won’t tell the kids shit! They love me, you know?”

“They sure do,” he says, thoughtfully, “but that’s never stopped me before”, Dan seems to be getting more and more comfy, his head fully resting on Phil’s chest, who reckons he might be more comfortable if he went for a proper cuddle. But Dan had always been stubborn and a little picky on his need for affection, so disturbing him might be a terrible play and make him leave for a while. Phil was feeling more than a little clingy at the moment, so he’d take what he could get.

When he goes back to scrolling on his phone, Phil notices Dan’s phone lying forgotten next to them on the couch, and Dan seems to be getting heavier and heavier against him. He isn’t sure if he should let him doze off, or if that would be a terrible idea and give him a headache afterwards. He should probably do something about that, really, but to be honest he was feeling a little selfish, and having Dan’s warm body clinging to him was one of his favorite feelings. He decides if Dan’s gonna fall asleep there’s no harm in actually messing with his hair, so he starts to scratch at his head, always endlessly fascinated by the soft curls.

“Ummm that’s so nice, don’t stop,” Dan moans, hands gripping Phil’s shirt. “Ew, you made it weird,” he complained, continuing to pet his very own weird guy, lovingly.

“Did not,” Dan says, “your hands feel really good.”

“Sure, rat.”

They stay in silence a little while longer. Phil stopped scrolling on his phone, contemplating his own thoughts, as he cards his fingers through Dan’s hair. To Dan’s credit, he did stop moaning about it now, but still he’s as close to purring as a human being could actually get, Phil reckons.

“Will you tell me what that was about earlier?” Dan asks, slightly mumbled. Phil understands him perfectly, ‘cause of course he does.

“Do you really want me to?” he asks and Dan shrugs. That’s when Phil knows maybe it’s no longer time to keep joking and pushing his buttons; there might be some real insecurity behind this. They’ve decided years ago to become better at communicating feelings, and they work on it as much as they can, so he asks  “would you tell me why?”

“Weird brain day,” Dan admits, meeting Phil’s eyes, “feels weird being left out of… anything today, basically.”

“Oh,” he feels his stomach sink a little, “ you should have said!”

“Just did,” Dan shrugs, holding Phil’s hand just because he can, and he’s through denying himself little comforts such as this.

“I don’t know if I can find the post again, honest,” Phil said, interlacing their fingers together deep in thought, “but it was a gifset of… well, us. And it was about that whole… invisible string thing?” he shrugs, and Dan’s eyes are getting a little shinier than he expected by bringing this up, “I know you think all of this fate talk is rather silly, but… I think it’s quite sweet that they seem to think there was a big plan for us, don’t you?” he feels his own tone getting reverent, almost whispery. 

Dan looks down at their interlaced hands and squeezes, taking a deep breath. Phil isn’t sure if he’s in one of his “yap through the pain” sort of moods, or if he just wants some peaceful company. It really varies with Dan. He’s learnt to let him take the lead in days like these, and just be there for him all the while. Sometimes it’s all he can truly offer.

“You know, I used to think life was incredibly bleak until… well, you.” Dan shrugs, meeting his eyes again, soul laid bare, only for him, “I may not believe in fate, but I don’t think I’ve ever stopped really believing in this,” he points between them, “I don’t think that… ever really changed for me. So I don’t think it truly matters if we were tied by fate, if all this was meant to happen or just completely random. It’s always been you.” Phil sees the tears brimming in Dan’s eyes, and he feels his own eyes getting wet in return, chest swelling with the amount of feeling he has to fit in there. It feels like it could never fit, yet it always does.

He doesn’t say anything at all. It doesn’t quite matter what the right words are. He just reaches out and pulls Dan to his chest, holding him tight, kissing the top of his head and swaying them gently on the couch. He feels Dan’s tears on his shirt and he hums the first tune that comes into his mind, holding the love of his life against his chest, his entire world between his arms, right there. Breathing, alive, heart beating fast, filled to the brim with so much love and kindness. His absolute favorite person in the whole wide world, within his reach.

Doesn’t matter how or why, if it’s by fate or pure coincidence, this is real and it’s theirs. Only theirs.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Including Kathryn Lester (2) Masterlist

part one

a matched set (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: “Mum,” he says, and his voice sounds like a balloon about to burst from happiness. “Mum, would you do me a favor.”

(a mother's view of the christmas adventure)

All the Ways to Phil Lester's Heart (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: During Christmas Eve with his family, Phil reflects on all the ways to his heart

Always Yes (ao3) - LetGladnessDwell

Summary: In this universe, Dan and Phil spend all their money to move to London, betting everything that their pitch to the BBC for a weekly radio show will succeed. It doesn’t.

And I know the yearning will always remain (ao3) - Kavat

Summary: Kathryn drops off Phil and Dan at the train station.

bittersweet joy (ao3) - starlight_kth

Summary: dan and phil spend christmas away from each other with their families and phil has some very strong feelings about it, but a skype call with dan always warms him up.

bundle up, baby (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: dnp taking their little kid for the first time to the iom for christmas

there's nothing more exciting than a child's first christmas

can i wake up with you? (ao3) - dvp_95

Summary: Phil isn't bad at talking about his feelings, he just does it very differently than Dan does.

Chosen Family (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: After Dan comes out at fifteen, his parents don't pay him any mind. At sixteen, when he goes to his first pride, he meets Kath Lester. She becomes like a mother to him, and when his boyfriend hurts him, he goes to her for help. He wasn't aware that he would finally meet her youngest son, nor that Phil would be someone so special to him.

clouds parting (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Phil’s never been good at thinking things over while in motion, not the way that Dan is. But the first pieces of the decision happen then, making his way down rain-soaked pavements, everything a steely, soggy gray.

(secret holiday, autumn ‘21)

cradled by the bare sky (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: (COTY inspired)

“What did you want, mum?” he asks, the words a mere whisper, his lips curving into a quivering smile. He stays where he is, one hand resting on the frame. Both of the gestures break her heart. She knows he wants to get the truth out there, as they’ve had a silent agreement for quite some time, but seems too scared to try.

Fresh Fake Coffee (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Dan hadn’t heard Mrs. Lester when he was upstairs, but she’s stirring instant coffee grounds into a long row of mugs: four, one for every person in the house.

A ficlet about sips and welcomes.

growing up or just going down (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil is 15 years old today. He's going to have the best birthday of his life, to kick off the best year of his life.

Right?

Happy Birthday My Love (ao3) - phansuniteinluv

Summary: It's Phil's 33rd birthday!!! Laughter, fun, and a birthday proposal that Dan has been planning for ages!

home for christmas (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: kath and dan have a chat on christmas day

I'd marry you (with paper rings) (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Maybe learning calligraphy was of greater importance to Phil, and them, than Dan first thought

It Hits Different (ao3) - danisnotinteresting

Summary: I really have no summary for now, just read the tags please

kiss you until your lips turn blue (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan's confused about who he is, but what he knows is that he finds the quiet boy in his friendship group very pretty.

Leave it to stew (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: They weren’t, you know, hiding that Dan was here, but perhaps Kath didn’t need to see slightly slobbery faces (don’t judge, Phil is just a very enthusiastic kisser), Dan’s bright red cheeks and Phil’s slightly untucked pants. They just were not exactly Kath presentable at this moment.

Lucky (ao3) - starlight_kth

Summary: Dan and Phil are at a Lester family party with their two children: Emily, 7 and Colby, 2. Phil spends the night twirling them both on the dance floor and Dan spends the night watching his husband and wondering how he got so lucky

mama's boy (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: when phil said kath had put up that shout poster in his bedroom when he came home for christmas :3

no matter how old phil gets, he's still babied by his mum

maybe this christmas (ao3) - blackbirddan

Summary: In all the years they've known each other, Dan and Phil have never been able to spend Christmas Day together. And it's looking like they still can't, even with how much things have changed this year. Unless...

a.k.a. Dan’s family spend Christmas in the Isle of Man.

My Spirit Love (ao3) - MySecretsX

Summary: If you fall in love with a spirit who drains you both away, do you live together for twenty years, or stay alone each day?

Phil has lived in his house since he was born, but it was when he turned seven he met Dan for the first time. It's all childish games and the muse of a naïve brain until your fifteen-year-old son claims to have fallen in love with the boy you've never seen.

Is anything possible for love?

newlyweds on Christmas Eve (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: “Come inside! Nigel and I have been waiting all of December for our new son-in-law!”

no matter how far away you roam (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Some things will never change, like Dan and Phil video calling each other from their family homes over Christmas.

not a lot, just forever (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: “intertwined, sewn together

not a lot, just forever” - adrianne lenker

working through the feels post-hospital incident ❤️‍🩹

now i smile and face the girl who shares my name (ao3) - plinth_of_life

Summary: kath meets her newborn granddaughter.

party for two (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Dan has only had five birthdays before this one. And he can't really remember the first three of them. But he knows this has to be the worst one yet.

Pretty Guy (ao3) - Archive (Curlylinguist)

Summary: Drinking as a coping mechanism is not Phil’s usual style, but then, he reasons, neither is spontaneously tagging along on an entirely unplanned night out with a bunch of strangers after the bizarre high of a successful publishing meeting. And all just because a pretty boy asked him to.

Or, Phil stumbles across a Pride rally and a certain curly-haired queer activist catches his eye.

songbird (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: a post-apocalyptic coffee shop au

Staring at the Sea (ao3) - Allthephils

Summary: Dan wears a braided chain made of finest silver from the north of Spain, a locket that bears the name of the man that he loves.

The Gaming Video. (ao3) - iamalwaystired

Summary: dan and phil decide to bring back the gayming channel with dab and evans wedding video. basically just fluff for 6k words,

The Scent of Pining (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan and Phil grew up together, but were separated by university and the mundanities of life. After years of missing each other, keeping track of each other's careers, and asking their families about each other, they finally reunite at a Christmas party back home. Surrounded by fragrances that cast their memories back to their childhood together, they each work up the nerve to finally do something about how they've been feeling for a decade.

together we sang (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: "When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." -Billy, age 4

Two Faces, One Fear (ao3) - R3ad3r1

Summary: Phil collapses due to his head hurting, as the pain does not subside he has to go to the hospital.

Let's have a look at Phil and Dan's emotional journey until they discover why Phil collapsed.

Wagon Wheel (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Is there enough room in Wagon Wheel for Phil's saloon and Sheriff Howell's city-slickin' ways?

"we gotta be brave" (ao3) - wednesday_ukiru

Summary: Six year old Phil misbehaves – and quickly becomes convinced he’s going to get picked up by Mrs. Fuse’s adoption agency. Instead, he meets a boy.

Weight on my Shoulders (ao3) - ByTheFire

Summary: When Phil starts getting some unexpected gifts from his dad he starts to worry if he knows something he is not ready to share. Thankfully Dan is there to make it all a bit less scary. All Phil can hope is his dad doesn't want to change who he truly is.

welcome, love (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: coming out isn't easy, but it's a little less shit when you're surrounded with family

What We Are to Each Other (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: So maybe they both suck at communication. Maybe Dan needs to talk to Phil about what they are to each other. And maybe Phil needs to sit his parents down and tell them that big, slightly scary thing about himself. But maybe it'll all work itself out, one way or another.

wrecking ball (ao3) - bloodyscarab

Summary: you gotta wanna break the hearts

of all those pretty porcelain dolls

Yours, Absolutely, Positively (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: Like so many things in his new life, Dan was coming to understand that Phil was the only exception.

~Christmas 2009~

[silverstar70]

Fandom: Criminal minds. Character: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Author’s note: English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes.

Warnings: 🔞‼️smut, vaginal sex, established relationship, oral sex, fluff

Summary: Y/N comes back after months oversea and Hotch makes up for the lost time

Words: 5k

Welcome back

After ten months oversea, Y/N just wanted to lay in her bed and sleep for more than a few hours. Those months had been stressful and exhausting. After three missions in Afghanistan, she got used to the long hours, the heat, and the desert. What she wasn’t used to was missing home. She never felt at home in any of the city she was deployed. Yes, she loved moving around the planet but no one of the houses she lived in, felt like home, not by a long shot. And no one was waiting for her so she never had a reason to feel eager to go back.

Now, things were different. She had someone waiting for her back home. Her relationship with Hotch was one of the best things that ever happened to her. He was caring, kind, loving and most importantly he loved her for her. He understood her job and the long hours better than anyone else, maybe because he was as workaholic as her, but no mattered how much work he had, he always found time for her and his son Jack.

Y/N loved that boy as he was her own. She never thought she would’ve missed someone like she missed the Hotchner boys, and she couldn’t wait to come back home and hugged them. She loved her job, it was the only constant in her life since she was eighteen, her anchor in the darkest days and it still was sometimes. But now she had Hotch too.

Being away from him had been torture. They talked via Skype any time she could, but it was difficult since most of the times the signal was wonky, and it wasn’t the same thing. She missed falling asleep in his strong arms, it was her safe place. She missed his skin under her touch, his kisses, his penetrative stare. She missed feeling him close and spending the weekend with him and Jack.

She took a deep breath before the doors of the elevators opened. As soon as she landed at the base, she went straight to Hotch’s office. She couldn’t wait to see him and didn’t even bother to change clothes, so she was still wearing her uniform. He wasn’t expecting her to come back for another two days before the schedule date, it was a surprise.

As soon as she entered the bullpen, she saw the team chatting around the table in the small kitchen they had and sharing a cup of coffee. No one of them seemed to notice her presence.

“Is there a cup left for me?” She asked rhetorically, and the team gasped in surprise to see her standing in the bullpen.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Garcia shouted as she walked up to Y/N to give her a big hug. “Gosh it’s so good to see you. How are you? Does bossman knows you’re here? He’s gonna be so happy!”

“Babygirl, give her a break.” Morgan said walking past her and welcomed his friend. “Welcome back, ninja.”

“I’ve missed you so much, guys.”

“We’ve missed you too, Y/N.” JJ said while hugging Y/N, followed by Reid.

“Ciao, bella. Come stai?” Rossi welcomed her with a double kiss on the cheek and a cup of hot coffee. “Ecco il tuo caffè.”

Y/N happily took the mug and had a sip. It wasn’t the best coffee she had ever drunk but it was certainly better than the one she had during her mission oversea. “Grazie, Dave. Ne avevo davvero bisogno.”

“Guys, English please.” Morgan complained knowing that if didn’t get stopped Dave and Y/N would’ve started having an entire conversation in Italian and to him it was annoying. The team laughed at his tantrum and returned their attention to Y/N.

“So, how was the desert?” Garcia asked curious.

“Hot.” Y/N joked “Tell me about you, guys. What did I miss?”

“Nothing new. Catching the bad guys here and there.” JJ replied.

Being too caught in the moment, catching up, none of them realized that their boss walked into the bullpen. Hotch stopped in his track as he recognized the woman in front of him. He couldn’t believe she was finally here, he dreamed about this moment for weeks. Like a teenager, he felt the heart leaving his chest at the happiness of having her back.

“Y/N” he said her name in a whisper and as Y/N heard herself getting called from behind, she turned in the direction of that voice and saw that Hotch was standing there with a mixed look of surprise and shock.

“Surprise” she greeted him with a wide smile.

Without wasting time, Hotch embraced her and spun her around a few times. Holding her close as he was scared that the moment he left her, she would leave again. He sniffed her hair having missed her scent over the ten months. He had missed her like crazy. It was strange waking up in the morning without having her by his side.

Once he put her down, he kept holding her close for a few moments, until he heard someone clearing their throat behind them. He had completely forgot that the team was there but couldn’t care less. Y/N was back in his arms. The team’s embarrassment could wait.

“I guess someone is very happy to see you again, Y/N.” Rossi teased, looking toward the couple, and winked to Hotch who rolled his eyes at his words.

“He had been miserable all these months.” Morgan added.

Hotch didn’t care to reply, the only thing he cared about was her. They could have said whatever they wanted, he wasn’t even listening, he was focused on her. It was like the rest of the people in the room disappeared the moment she was in his arms again.

They laughed and chatted for a little more. She enjoyed spending time with his team because she knew how much they meant to him. They were a family, and she could see it every time they hang out altogether. She recalled the first time she had met them; she was terrified they wouldn’t like her; she changed her clothes three times that night and every time Hotch reassured her it only made it worst. To her surprise though, the team was wonderful with her and soon they made her feel part of the family. Hotch and Y/N said their goodbyes and headed up to the elevators, leaving the team behind.

The ride to her house was silent, Hotch was holding her hand and caressing her thumb as the anticipation was growing in both of them. To him it still felt unreal that she was there in his car. He would never admit to his team and especially to Rossi, but they were right; the past ten months had been torture for him, not knowing how she was or if something had happened to her made him miserable.

Arriving at her house, he parked the car in her driveway and walked her to the door after he helped her taking all the bags in the trunk. Once she unlocked the door and entered the house, she left the bags on the ground and turned to Hotch who was standing hesitant on the doorway.

“Are you not coming in?” Y/N questioned him with furrowed eyebrows.

“You need to rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He offered and turned to leave.

“Aaron” Y/N called after him and get his attention back “Stay. Please. I want you to stay. I’ve missed you and I don’t wanna wait until tomorrow.”

“You sure?”

She smiled and nodded slightly. He walked slowly back to her and grabbed her face between his hands resting his lips on hers. She held him tighter to her by his t-shirt and they kissed there on the doorway for several moments until air became a need.

They enter the house and once Hotch closed the door, he was on her again and she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Their lips connected again, and she ran her hands through his hair pulling a little making him groaned in the kiss. He quickly carried her to the bedroom never breaking the kiss.

Standing in front of each other, Hotch slowly started getting rid of her t-shirt. Their lips reconnected quickly but in a more passionate way, taking their time to taste each other. She opened her mouth leaving him the control, her head was resting between his strong hands as her hands were traveling along his back.

Hotch kept kissing her slow and passionate but deep down he was eager to devore her. He didn’t get the chance to do it for too long and even thought they became experts in phone sex, it wasn’t quite the same. He needed to feel her close, to smell her soft skin and take his time to kiss every inch of her body.

His hands left her face and found her belt, that he got rid of in a mere of time throwing somewhere on the floor. She followed every move he was making waiting patiently for him to take her. She was craving his touch more than she could ever imagine. She missed the feeling of his rough, yet gentle, hands on her skin, it always made her feel like she was burning inside from excitement.

Y/N took off her pants, sat on the bed and pushed Hotch to her pulling him by his belt. She started to unbuckle it, looking straight into his eyes. Hotch smiled and caressed her cheek. His look was full of desire and lust, he was almost begging her to hurry up since she was going purposely slow. His cock was starting to feel tight in his jeans. He quickly got rid of his jeans and t-shirt as soon as she finished, standing in front of her just in his boxers.

She could see the outline of his cock and reflexively bite her lower lip. Y/N wanted to taste him right there, he was in the perfect position and went to grab his boxers to free him but was stopped by his strong hands who grabbed firmly her wrists. Hotch knew what she wanted to do, he'd lie if he said he didn't want it too, but he had other plans.

“Later. Now lay back.” He demanded.

She did what she was told, not without a bit of disappointment. As she saw Hotch getting on his knees between her legs, a shiver went through her spine and groaned at the anticipation, he smiled at the effect he had on her. Even after ten months, the desire never faded away, it only increased. And he was ready and determinate to make up for the lost time.

Hotch grabbed the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs, agonizingly slowly and threw them somewhere across the room. And pushed her legs as far apart as he could, making her gasp at the sudden move. He placed a soft kiss on her hip, going further down to kiss the space of skin where the thigh met the hip and groaned.

“Please, Aaron” she pleaded, squirming a little under his kiss.

“Please what, baby?” Hotch asked mischievously, caressing her leg with his fingertips.

“Eat me!”

Hotch smirked and without wasting more time, his mouth started to devour her pussy moaning at the way she tasted. The vibration sent a jolt through her body and made her squirmed under him. He was savoring her like a starved man, and he was so good with his mouth that she never wanted him to stop.

“Oh God!” Y/N moaned loudly, as she felt pleasure filling her body. Her hand was, once again, in his hair pulling a little. He groaned at the feeling and that only increased her pleasure.

He knew she was close; he could feel it and couldn’t wait for her to cum and finally get to taste her again after so long. As he took a breath, one of his hands found her entrance and felt how wet she was, making her groaned more.

“Please don’t stop.” She whimpered.

At her surprise, Hotch pushed two fingers inside her, leaving her out of breath. He started moving them back and forth with a fast pace. Her orgasms kept building in her stomach as he maintained the pace.

“Yes, like that!”

Immediately, his lips were on her; his tongue was moving around her clit, sucking hard. His tick fingers were deeper in her. The combo was enough to send her over the edge as a strong wave of pleasure hit her.

“Oh shit! Aaron!” she came hard on his mouth as he kept tasting her. Hotch rode her orgasm never stopping his movements and in a mere of seconds she cum for the second time that night, arching her back.

“Fuck!” she groaned loudly.

Hotch smirked at the view and pulled out his fingers from her to get up and admire more of her. She hissed at the loss of contact. As she recovered from coming down form her high, they locked eyes and smiled to each other.

“Mmm.” He groaned as he pushed his fingers into his mouth “You taste so good, baby.”

Without losing her gaze, Hotch slowly slipped out of his boxers giving her a small show. She watched him with look that he knew all too well; lust and craving were in her eyes as she bit her lower lip while observing him. Hotch climbed over her, as Y/N positioned herself in the middle of the bed.

“Hi, Mr. Hotchner.”

“Hi, Ms. Y/L/N.” he bent to capture her lips so she could taste herself on him. “I’m not done with you.”

“I hope so.” She whispered smirking against his lips and felt him hardening against her. She smiled at the effect she had on him. Taking advantage of the distraction and with her legs around his waist, Y/N pushed Hotch on the mattress, ending up on top of him. He was taken by surprise but didn’t complain, he loved when she was in control.

Hotch smirked at her and pulled Y/N in a hot and wet kiss, keeping her head firmly between his hands. Her body react to that kiss as she felt a shiver along her spine, making her wetter by the second. Hotch’s hands were caressing her thighs, as she slowly got her bra undone freeing her breasts. His eyes went wide at the view, lust and desire filled his body and she could feel the effect under her.

“I need you” Hotch whispered. Y/N lifted a little for a better access and his cock slid easily inside her as wet as she was. They groaned in unison at the feeling. As he was deep inside her, she paused for a moment hesitant to move since it has been a while. He seemed to understand and gave her an empathetic smile.

“Take your time, baby.” he reassured her softly, and she nodded.

She bent over to give him a tender kiss as his hand tangled in her hair. Y/N started rocking her hips on him slowly, agonizingly slowly, making both moaning in the kiss. She moved like that for a few minutes to adjust again to his thick size.

“Oh God” she whimpered.

For him it wasn’t different. He groaned at every move she made. Her inner muscles were tightening around him, making him groan out of pleasure. Soon he started moving up, meeting her thrusts midway. The only things that could’ve been heard in the room was their skin slapping onto each other, the groans and the heavy breaths.

Y/N stood up to face him and started moving faster on him, taking him every time deeper. She felt her orgasm starting to build in her stomach. As he read her mind, Hotch’s quickly found its way between her legs meeting her clit and started moving his fingers in circle faster and faster.

“Don’t stop, Hotch!” she moaned loudly. He let out a low groan knowing she was close and moved faster.

“Cum for me, baby” he urged rubbing her clit, begging for her release.

Y/N pushed back on him a few more time before a strong wave of pleasure hit her hard. She loved how well he knew her body, how he could make her cum so effortlessly. He always knew how to move with her to give her the pleasure she deserved.

“Oh wow!” she whispered coming down from her orgasm, trying to catch her breath. For his point of view, Hotch took a moment to admire her. She was always beautiful in his eyes but the way she looked post an orgasm always drove him crazy and made him want to give her more pleasure.

She captured his lips once again and Hotch took the chance to roll them over again, making her gulped. He covered her body with his as he remained inside her. He kissed her one more time as his hand traveled along her body and meet her left breast. Hotch cupped it and begging to massage it carefully, stroking her nipple with his thumb. She moaned at the feeling, craving for more.

He went kissing down her neck, on her soft spot. He continued his way down her body, leaving wet kisses all over her chest. As he kept playing with one nipple, he took the other into his mouth making her groaned. He played with both her breasts while her hands were scratching him a little on his back.

“A-Aaron” she moaned softly.

“What do you want?”

“You” she urged. He smirked and stood between her legs. Hotch took his cock and begun sliding it over her entrance. He wanted nothing more than have her right there. He entered her slowly wanting to let her feel every inch of him. They both groaned and he gave her a very little time to adjust and started thrusting deep inside her, increasing the pace every time more.

“Fuck, baby.” Hotch groaned “I’ve missed you so much.”

As she felt the familiar feeling in her stomach, a shiver went through all her body. She wanted to tell him how much she had missed him too. But was too caught in the moment to even think straight, the words didn’t seem to want to come out from her mouth, just moaning and groanings.

She felt the pleasure filling her and wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer and deeper. She was close and he could feel it by the way she was clenching around him. He pounded into her with everything he had while one hand reached for her clit and started rubbing it again in circles, making her squirm under him.

“Oh yes!” Y/N cried out loud as she came hard again. Hotch slowed down his pace enjoying the view of his lover and give her time to recover. Out of breath and still high, Y/N pulled him over her and kissed him deeply holding his head between her hands.

“I’ve missed you too, honey.” She whispered against his lips, and he smiled. His hand was traveling up and down her side with the fingertips brushing her skin. Y/N’s hands were tangled in his hair pulling them a little and making him groaned.

The open mouth wet kisses all over her chest were increasing her desire. His gentle touch was sending jolts to her core as he wrapped the legs tighter around him. He knew she wanted more but he took his time to feel every inch of her soft skin under him. After so many months they really felt connected again, there wasn’t a display between them anymore. It was just them now.

Suddenly, he thrusts hard into her, making her gasped. Before she had time to react, Hotch started moving deliciously slow as he felt her muscles tightening around him every time more.

“Please make me cum, Hotch.”

She was getting closer as he went deeper. Hotch stood up and gripped forcefully her hips, pounding harder on her. He groaned loudly at the feeling of her wet and tight pussy. She was driving him crazy as much as he was driving her crazy.

“You like that, baby?”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”

One of his hands found his way between them and reached for her clit one more time and he started to rub it faster and faster making her squirm under him. She arched her back at the mixed emotions that were going through her body. Pleasure, ecstasy, joy, love, pride, all provoked by the same man. No one had ever made her feel the way he did.

He groaned knowing he was close too but didn’t stop working on her.

“Cum with me, Y/N”

He slammed into her harder a few more time before he finally released himself inside her. That, combined with his fingers still rubbing her clit, was enough to send her over the edge.

“Fuck!”

“God!”

Hotch collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him wanting to feel him as close as possible. Waiting for their breath to return to normal, Hotch left a few tender kisses down her neck while her hands were playing with his soft hair.

They stood like this for several minutes, enjoying each other’s company in the silence of the room before Hotch rolled off her and laid next to her. He opened his arm for her offering to rest her head on his chest and she happily accepted, snuggling onto him.

“It’s good to have you back” he said breaking the silence and she looked up to him with a wide smile on her face.

“It’s good to be back” Y/N assured him softly and pecked his lips.

“I love you so much.” He took a deep breath, not sure if continue but did it anyway “I was terrified of losing you. I’ve been miserable since you left and didn’t have the courage to admit it. I knew you were doing your job and couldn’t be prouder of you, but every time you leave--“

Y/N abruptly interrupted him with a deep kiss.

“I’m here now. You have nothing more to worry about.”

He smiled softly and kissed her again, cupping her cheek with his hand and caressing it a little.

“You need to sleep now.” Hotch said before kissing her forehead. She nodded slightly and fell asleep at the sound of his heartbeat. A sound she had missed and never failed to make her feel safe.

As the hours passed by, Y/N didn’t seem to find the right position to sleep. Everything seemed to distract her; the lights coming from outside were too bright, the wind, waving the leaves, was too loud. The bed was more comfortable that she remembered, she kept tossing and touring around trying to put much effort to shut her mind and fall asleep, but every attempt got wasted.

She reached for her phone on her nightstand to check the time. It was 2:30 am. She turned to face Hotch who was peacefully sleeping, snoring lightly. She scoffed at herself at the thought of how much she had missed earing that sound. It used to drive her crazy when she was trying to sleep, and now she could hear his softly snoring for hours.

Y/N watched him sleeping for quite sometimes thinking that it would’ve helped her fall asleep but didn’t seem to work. She climbed out of the bed and put on her panties and the shirt he wore and walked to the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake Hotch. Once there, she opted for a chamomile, hoping that it could help her. She sat on the counter waiting for the water to boil and was too caught in her thoughts that she didn’t notice a sleepy Hotch appearing in the room, wearing only his boxers.

“Can’t you sleep?” he asked softly while walking to her.

“No.” Y/N reached for his hand and offered him to stood between her legs and he happily accepted. “It’s not easy to get used to the city again. I kinda miss the desert.”

They shared a laugh before he bent to kiss her lips gently.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No. I turned around and you weren’t there.” He assured her and she smiled.

Y/N captured his lips again and deepened the kiss by taking his head in her hands. He groaned in the kiss and pushed himself into her a bit more grabbing her on the hips. In a mere of seconds, the kiss became hot and desperate. Both were eager for more contact. Their wandering hands were traveling on each other’s body. She felt the heat in her body caused by his touches.

Their session was interrupted by the sudden whistling of the electric kettle, warning that the water was boiled. Hotch hadn’t even noticed the thing on the stove and looked at Y/N with a questioning look.

“I was making some chamomile.” She explained.

“I’ll make you a cup.”

“Actually, I prefer what we were doing.” she smirked at him. Hotch looked at her with a devilish smile and turned off the stove before kissing her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer and felt his already hardening cock against her. He quickly got rid of his t-shirt that she was wearing and assaulted her neck leaving a wet kiss on it and making her shift a little back on the counter.

“Aaron.” She moaned as he kissed down her neck and started giving attention to her breasts, taking one in his mouth, sucking hard, while massaging the other. Her head tilted back as her body was filled of pleasure and her minds was too caught in the moment to think straight.

“Oh God! I need you!” she urged as her hands pulled his hair a little to get his attention.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, knowing full well the answer but loved to hear her saying it. She groaned annoyed but played along.

“Please. I need you to fuck me!”

No needing to be told twice, Hotch lowered his boxers just enough to free his hard cock and shifted her panties to the side. He slid his dick over entrance a few times to feel how wet she was and entered her slowly, making both of them groaning at the feeling.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” He whimpered. He started moving right after, going deep inside her. Every thrusts were perfectly placed to give her the most pleasure possible. He knew how to move to satisfy her, and she was amazed by how well he knew her body.

“Oh God! Don’t stop!” she moaned pushing him closer to her, using her legs.

The familiar feeling in her stomach was starting to build again, her inner muscles were tightening around him. He groaned and it took all his strength not to come right away.

“God, Y/N.”

One of his hands moved to her clit and started rubbing in circle, faster and faster, adding more pleasure. With a few more deep thrusts, he sent her over the edge, making her squirm under him.

“Fuck!” she moaned loudly.

He gave her very little time to rest and without notice he slammed hard into her, making her gasped in surprise. He pounded inside her with everything he had. His hand started working on her clit again as she wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer. She knew he was close too; she could feel it from the way his other hand was tightening on her hip.

“Cum for me, Aaron.”

“Together.” He said in a low groan. A few more thrust well placed, combined with his fingers working on her, and they both were hit by a strong wave of pleasure, reaching the edge, and groaning each other’s name in unison. Hotch stopped moving to give themselves time to catch their breath before bending over Y/N and lifted her chin to kiss her lips deeply.

When they parted, he kissed her forehead and caressed her cheek with his thumb. In his eyes, she saw all his love and tenderness. She could get lost in his gaze for hours, admiring those beautiful hazel eyes.

It always amazed her how he could be so stern at work and then at home he was so gentle and loving. She understood why he built this kind of a shield; it was the job who required it, and she did the same. But she was glad that he was comfortable enough to lose it when she was with her.

Without further waiting, Hotch slipped out of her making her gasped at the loss of contact. He picked her up from the counter as she wrapped her legs around him and walked to the bedroom. He gently laid her on her side of the bed and quickly climbed behind her and covered them both with the sheets.

With her back against his chest, Hotch wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled Y/N impossibly closer to him. He could smell the scent of her vanilla shampoo and remembered how much he had missed this. Having her this close still felt like a dream even thought he knew she was there, and he planned to enjoy every second of her presence.

“You’re so much better than chamomile.” She joked and heard him laugh behind her right before he placed a tender kiss on her neck.

“Sleep now. Goodnight, baby.”

“Night. Love you.” She mumbled softly.

“I love you too. Welcome back.” She smiled as those were the last words she heard before falling asleep in his arms, feeling safe. Hotch thought how lucky he was and fall asleep a few minutes after her, smiling at the sound of her gently snoring.

[lovelytsunoda]

a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby // alex albon

summary: she thought that settling down with the love of her life was just a fever dream, that being loved just wasn't in the cards for her. but alex made her dreams come true with a small silver ring. or, engagement night sex with alex.

warnings: the most romantic smut that you have ever read tbh

author's note: i literally made myself so emotional while i was writing this, clearly i need to lay off the romance books for a hot minute.

she never thought that this would happen. that someone else would love her so much that they would be willing to be by her side until the bitter end. that someone would want to grow old with her, laugh with her, cook with her. start a family with her.

so when alexander got down on one knee with that small velvet box in hand, the emotions had bubbled over before she could even say yes.

now, they stumbled back into the house in a tipsy flurry of giggles, her hand holding his so tightly, as if she thought that he would vanish into thin air if she let go of the driver.

alex reached behind his head to turn on the living room lights, his eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration for the young woman in front of him.

his lover, no, his fiancée, smiled at him, resting her slender, perfect hands on either side of his face before she kissed him softly.

"alexander albon, you are my favourite person."

it was something she had started saying early in the relationship, when she was scared to tell alex that she loved him, when she was scared to be the first person to say it. when she was more scared of scaring away the best thing that had ever happened to her than she was actually telling alex how she felt about him.

something that had grown to be even stronger than an 'i love you', spoken on days where the going got tough, or the words were hard to find.

a reminder that they would always be there for each other.

"i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, y/n. y/n albon, that has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" alex laughed, kissing her again before sinking to his knees on the smooth hardwood floor, his nimble fingers fiddling with the straps on her high heels as he placed a soft kiss on y/n's leg.

y/n giggled, using the palms of her hands to support her extra weight against the walls on either side of the hallway. "alex, i'm pretty sure i can take my heels off by myself."

"i'm trying to be romantic, y/n." alex joked, rolling his eyes as he slipped the shoe off his lovers right foot. "also, i have a great view up your dress from down here."

"dork." she grinned, playfully tapping her lover in the side with her foot. "get on with it, my feet are starting to hurt."

"let's get the weight off of them, love." alexander spoke softly, kissing up her leg before he got to his feet, hooking his arms under her thighs and lifting her into the air.

y/n laughed, an unbreakable smile on her face as alex twirled their bodies around, walking from the front hall to the living room and setting her down , feet sinking into the plush, white carpet. alex switched on the stereo, an old mariah carey song beginning to play as they danced softly in the low lights, the calming sounds of night in the monaco harbour wafting in from behind the patio door.

"alex," y/n hummed as her fiancé spun her around gently, dipping her towards the ground in a dance that they had done a million times before. "thank you for loving me."

alex's face softened as he took her hands in his, pressing a kiss to the finger that cradled the heart shaped diamond. “hey, baby, you don’t ever have to thank me for loving you, okay? you are so deserving of love, in every way. you’re my favourite person, y/n.”

"i love you, alex." she said softly, pressing up on her toes to smush her lips against his, a small smear of glitter lip gloss smudging against the corner of his mouth.

y/n was overflowing with love for the man in front of her. the man who would sit on a skype call with her from halfway across the world while she worked on a term paper because he wanted to hear her voice. the man who made her a hot chocolate in bed on the days where she couldn't find the courage to face the world on her own.

the man who made loving someone as complicated as her look easy.

"help me out of my dress?" she asked sweetly, arms looped around his neck

alex grinned, kissing her again. "i thought you'd never ask. just sit back and let me spoil you tonight, okay pretty girl?"

giggling, she grabbed alex's hand and turned in the direction of the bedroom, stepping over discarded cat toys that gucci and horsey had left out before retreating into hiding when the couple came home.

alex kissed her, his tongue gently teasing the seam of her lips as he held y/n close, one hand slipping underneath the shoulder straps of her floral sundress. his lips followed his fingers, peppering her shoulders with soft, yet hungry kisses as he slid the straps down her skin, watching the dress fabric pool around her feet.

"you're so beautiful. i hope you know that." alex said sincerely. "i love you."

he kissed her again before she stepped back, perching on the end of the bed before moving to lie on her back, looking up at her lover as he practically ripped open the buttons on his shirt before kneeling over her body.

alex kissed up her body, her hands tangling gently in his hair before he paused, nestling his head between her breasts. alex would have been content to lie there all night, with y/n's slender fingers gently brushing his hair. he kissed her right breast through the padded fabric of her bra, the lace dotted with tiny embroidered roses.

"baby, you know i'm yours, right? you're mine and i'm all yours for as long as we live." alex said,

y/n laughed. "are you putting that in your vows, loverboy?"

"i don't know." alex hummed, sucking a small love bite onto his fiancée's right breast. "it sounds vaguely sexual."

"baby, anything sounds sexual when you have your face buried in my tits. you could be talking about tyre degradation and i'd still be turned on as hell."

alex laughed before hooking his fingers underneath the bra strap, sliding it down her arms before pulling the bra cups away from her breasts, allowing himself access to her perky nipples, immediately rolling them in between his thumbs so he could hear the breathy whines she let out.

"mhm, alex." she hummed, pressing up on her elbows to push her breasts further into her lover's hands.

alex would have loved to have teased her all night, peppering kisses to her breasts and massaging them in his hands, but when he noticed that she was clenching her thighs together in search of any kind of release for the arousal that she was feeling, he knew he couldn't stay where he was forever.

"you don't need to whimper, baby. i've got you, i promise. tell me what you need."

"i just need you, alex."

smiling to himself, he kissed down her thigh, his body sliding off the foot of the bed so he was kneeling on the floor. he kissed her soft skin slowly and sensually, dragging his tongue along the flesh as he went, before hooking his teeth into the waistband of her panties. unfortunately, his endeavors to try and remove a pair of silk panties with his teeth was short lived, as the fabric got caught on her thighs and the driver resigned himself to removing them with his fingers, earning a lighthearted giggle from his fiancée.

"you're such a dork."

"you love it."

y/n smiled, lumbering to her knees and crawling to the edge of the bed, still on all fours as she leaned over the edge to kiss her kneeling lover. "you know i do."

alex got to his feet, taking her hands in his. "come, sit on my lap, baby girl."

he pressed his back against the mountain of pillows against the headboard, wrapping his arms around his lover as she sat with her back pressed against his bare chest, his shirt cast off somewhere in the room.

"i love you, baby." he said softly, kissing her shoulder as he massaged her breasts. "can't wait to spend the rest of my life by your side. or on top of you. or under you, if that's what the day brings."

"i love you too, you big dumbass." she laughed, relishing in the feeling of alex's hands on her body, his fingers drawing a moan from the back of her throat as he began to play with her clit. "mhm, baby, yes."

"that's it, darling. my smart, sexy, pretty girl." alex groaned, sliding his fingers into her dripping wet center. "god, you're soaked, baby."

y/n laughed, the end of her giggle turning up into a moan. "that's what a diamond ring does to a girl."

alex groaned at the feeling, the moan sending shivers down y/n's spine as alex moved his fingers, shyly trying to open her legs wider as she gripped his free hand.

"you're doing so well for me, pretty girl." alex hummed. "just wanna spoil my sweetheart."

"alex, baby, please, please don't stop."

"you like my fingers inside of you, yeah, darling? come on, baby. come for me, let me make you feel so good." alex panted, kissing up and down her neck, one kiss punctuating each word.

alex picked up the pace, burying his fingers deeper inside of her as she moaned, throwing her head back against his shoulder. "a-alex." she whined. "baby, i think i'm gonna-"

"it's okay, baby. just ride my fingers, i'm right here. show me how good i make you feel, my sweet girl."

she came with a moan that shook her body, fingers gripping alex's hand tightly as he kissed her, swallowing the moan as he finger-fucked her through her peak.

"i've got you, i've got you." he mumbled against her lips.

alex cradled her body against his, kissing her skin softly as he whispered sweet nothings, her thumb tracing small hearts on his hand.

"i hope you didn't stain the duvet." she said softly, running her free hand through his hair. "it's going to be a bitch to try and wash."

alex shook his head. "i think most of it got on my jeans, that will be easier to scrub."

she smiled. "if i can get your race suits clean, i can get your jeans clean. i've gotten an hour-old bloodstain out of white satin, this is going to be a piece of cake. go soak them, babe."

"will you be okay for a minute if i go?"

alex didn't ever want to let her go again. he'd never loved anybody as much, never thought that he could even love someone that much. she was his other half, and without him she would be lost.

"baby, i'll be fine. besides, by the time you get back, i'll be ready for round two."

alex swore that he had never gotten out of bed sooner.

giggling to herself, y/n got to her feet, taking off what remained of her bra and pulling back the floral duvet cover. crossing the room to her dresser, she pulled out a bundle of silk that she had been saving for an occasion just like this, pulling the sexy nightie over her head, the flowy skirt barely covering her ass, and the straps on the back showing skin almost all the way down, lace stitched on the front to make her breasts pop.

if there was ever an occasion for the nightdress, it was now.

alex came back from the laundry room, dressed in nothing but his calvin klein boxer shorts, his jaw dropping when he saw pale pink silk that his fiancée was wearing, perched delicately on the bed.

"hi." she said shyly, a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks. "do you like it?"

"baby," alex breathed, crossing over to the bed. "i love it."

he sat across from her, leaning in for the soft, sensual kiss as he shifted so that they were laying on their sides, facing each other under the plush duvet as his fingers danced along her thighs. still kissing alex, with his tongue exploring her mouth, she threw her leg over his, the silk fabric riding up her thigh. her hand travelled down alex's chest, over his washboard abs and under the waistband of his boxers, fingers gripping his erect cock as alex moaned into the kiss.

"baby, i want you. i want to be inside you so fucking badly." alex said quietly, almost as if he was afraid of breaking the peaceful atmosphere by raising his voice anything above a whisper. "will you let me make love to you, darling?"

"take me, alex." she said, pressing up on her elbow and kissing him again.

sex with alex albon was always a sensual affair, and he had the uncanny ability to make it last for hours, to draw it out and make her feel like she was on cloud nine. if this was what the rest of her life was going to be like, she wasn't going to complain.

using her hand to guide him, alex slipped inside of her, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her walls around his cock. "baby, you feel so fucking good. so good for me, pretty girl."

she put her arms around alex, looping them together over his shoulders as he made his first thrust, both lovers moaning together, desperately clinging to the other's body.

"alex, fuck, just like that." she moaned, head against his neck. "i fucking love your cock, baby. feels so fucking good."

he tightened his grip on her thigh, thrusting harder. "yeah, you love this cock. fuck, sweetheart, i love you so much."

"i love you more, alexander." she whined, a particularly deep thrust causing a full body shudder, her walls contracting against his cock."

"love making you feel good." alex mumbled, sucking a love bite onto y/n's neck. "think of all the fantastic sex we're gonna have on our honeymoon. love, just thinking about you in that white dress is making me so fucking hard."

"oh, baby, baby, yes, right there."

"fuck, i love those sounds you make, sweet girl." he moaned, squeezing her ass. "if you keep this up, i don't think m'gonna last."

"it's okay, baby. let go, fuck me harder. make me come, alex. just keep making me feel so fucking good."

alex picked up the pace with his thrusts, snapping his hips into hers at a rapid pace, his lover's moans reaching a crescendo as he reached down to play with her clit.

"shit, alex, that feels so good." she breathed, digging her nails into the skin on his back. "keep doing that, please. please, don't stop."

"i think i'm gonna come, baby. where do you want me to finish?" alex was breathing heavier now, his thrusts getting sloppier. "tell me what you want, pretty girl."

"inside me." she managed to moan out. "fill me up, alex. please."

alex closed his eyes, kissing her forehead gently. "god, i fucking love you."

y/n grinned, reaching for his hand. "i love you more."

and it was the feeling of the warm metal of the engagement ring against his skin that finally pushed him over the edge, his face buried against y/n's neck as she held him, coaxing him through his orgasm the same way that he would do for her, a sensual melody of sweet nothings and dirty praises.

even when he felt like he couldn't move his body any more, alex's fingers kept working at her clit, and that motion, coupled with the feeling of alex's seed inside of her was enough to bring on y/n's second orgasm. she clung to her lover desperately, her moans muffled against alex's chest before they separated, sweaty, exhausted bodies lying next to each other on the bed.

alex pulled her into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as she rested her head on his chest, her fingers coming up to trace shapes on his skin.

"i meant every word." she said softly. "i can't wait to get married."

alex beamed, the smile lighting up his entire face. "good, because the only person i would want standing across the altar from me in that white dress is you."

he kissed her softly, holding her body close. "come on, let's go have a nice, warm shower, and then we can watch netflix with the cats until we can fall asleep."

"that's the second best idea i've heard all day."

"what was the first?"

"marrying you."

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[juuuulez]

🎧 | playlist roulette, 500+ follower celebration!

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🎰 -> lip gallagher, carmen berzatto, richie jerimovich, mikey berzatto, sydney adamu, carl grimes, negan smith.

📚 -> smut, angst, fluff etc…

just inbox a character + song and i’ll write a short fic/blurb about it! songs marked 🔥 are exclusively NSFW due to, well… the nature of the song. otherwise, feel free to suggest a genre you’d prefer, or none at all, and i’ll go with the whatever suits it best. i’ve gone with songs that give a good mix of different vibes and ideas for some variety.

artists are in alphabetical order and are from my personal playlists, you’ll find: childish gambino, doja cat, faye webster, kendrick lamar, lana del rey, nicki minaj, paramore, phoebe bridgers, tyler the creator, taylor swift…

☆ childish gambino, heartbeat: ✅

⟡ richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall, and i feel sick.

☆ childish gambino, me and your mama:

⟡ negan smith.

i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la / i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, agora hills: ✅

⟡ carmen berzatto.

somethin' different about you / love it when he hit and smack too / baby, lemme lick on your tattoos / that’s true that i like PDA / take it to a seedy place / suck a little dick in the bathroom.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, cyber sex: ✅

⟡ lip gallagher.

when he off work, he calling me on skype (yeah!) / trust me when i meet him, i’m fucking him on sight (yeah) / lemme see you can beat it, i’m feelin' just like mike (okay, okay).

☆ faye webster, kingston:

⟡ richie jerimovich.

he said, "baby, " that's what he called me, "i love you" / every single word you say makes me feel some type of way / it’s the thought of you that slightly scares me / but it takes my breath away, forget what i was gonna say.

☆ kendrick lamar, father time:

⟡ carmen berzatto.

oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent / oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice / tactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues.

☆ lana del rey, margaret:

⟡ lip gallagher.

alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause / 'cause when you know, you know / and when you're old, you're old / like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring.

☆ nicki minaj, anaconda:

i-i-i’m high as hell, i only took a half a pill / i’m on some dumb shit / by-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? / he can tell I ain't missing no meals.

☆ nicki minaj, pink friday girls:

lookin' for my lipgloss and my liner (liner) / lookin' for me, told him meet me at the diner (diner) / got him smilin' 'cause he know i outshine her ('shine her) / had to pop her just to remind her.

☆ paramore, thick skull:

i am a magnet for broken pieces / i am attracted to broken people / i pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding / and it looks like my fault / and it looks like i’m caught red-handed.

☆ phoebe bridgers, saviour complex:

baby, you're a vampire / you want blood and i promised / i’m a bad liar / with a savior complex.

☆ phoebe bridgers, waiting room:

⟡ sydney adamu.

and i can wish all that i want, but it won't bring us together / plus, i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better.

☆ taylor swift, love story:

⟡ lip gallagher.

that you were romeo, you were throwin' pebbles / and my daddy said, "stay away from juliet" / and I was cryin' on the staircase / beggin' you, "please don't go.”

☆ taylor swift, paper rings:

⟡ lip gallagher.

i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings / uh huh, that's right / darling, you're the one i want, and / i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

☆ tyler the creator, are we still friends?: ✅

⟡ mikey berzatto.

don’t get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact) / don’t say, "goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later) / nah, i can't / i don't want to end this season on a bad episode.

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and on a more serious note: thank you for all the support on my works!! this blog has been my little safespace for indulging in all my silly little thoughts, and it makes me so happy that others can appreciate what i make too.

i’m excited to explore more tv shows and movies and let my blog and writing grow along with my interests, so i hope you’ll all stick around for the ride!

nervous about finally posting this, i’ve been thinking about doing it for a long time….i wanna write every song on here, so i’m really excited about it!!! feel free to send in multiple if you want ;P

[lorifragolina]

More than Roommates...?

Another entry for @harringrovesummerbingo!

It's a silly rom com and I tried to keep it short :) I hope you enjoy it!

Title: More than Roommates...?

Square & Prompt: C1 "Laughter"

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2501

Major Tags: Friendly schemes, Enemies to Lovers

Summary:

Steve and Billy are roommates, but they didn't start with the right foot... even if they became attracted to each other pretty soon. But both of them think that the other didn't swing the same way... Two smart friends and a good scheme are needed for making them move... or not?

Read it on AO3

“Robin, he’s not gay, it’s as plain as day”.

“I never see him with a girl”.

“It’s because he’s not… I mean, he doesn’t… he just goes casual”.

“Well you can just ask and remove any doubt”.

“Are you nuts? He’s my roommate, I can’t go and ask something like this”.

Robin snorted and shrugged. It was the third or fourth time they had a similar discussion, in a corner of the cafeteria in front of their morning coffees. Usually, Steve had some wet dream about his roommate and went to venting with her. 

“Well I’ll ask him then,” she said stubbornly, frankly fed up with the hesitation of her best friend.

“Don’t you dare! Do you have an idea of how much it has cost me to find that room? I can’t ruin things with him”.

“I know, Steve, do you forget we moved here together?”

“Yes but you are a brainiac and you have your room granted in the residence”.

Robin snorted again soundly. It hadn't been so easy as Steve was painting it,  for her, but she could understand his doubts. 

Moreover, Steve and his roommate had a rough start and now, almost at the end of their freshman year, things were smoother and it was better trying not to ruin them.

“So, did you have some action lately?”

Heather adjusted the camera and went nearer to the screen, smiling slyly.

Billy sighed. “Nothing at all… dead calm”, he moaned, shaking his head.

“Don’t tell me you're still after him,” she raised her eyes. “Why don’t you make a move yet?”

“Sweet Jesus, he’s not gay!” shrieked Billy, regretting immediately for raising his voice, even if he was in his room alone. “He’s not gay, I already told you”.

“You can’t say. Do you know how many people swing in both ways?”

“He’s not”.

“Did he ever bring a girl into his room?”

“Well Robin is always here, but…”

“But they’re having sex? No, they don’t, so?”

“Well, maybe they…”

“Why don’t you ask him out? What could happen? At least you’ll stop bothering me with that nonsense”.

Billy knew that Heather loved him madly and he didn’t take her words badly, but she didn’t live there and she had no real idea of the situation.

It was him who had to live with Steve, and he didn’t want to ruin the delicate situation they created lately.

They had bitter arguments at the start of the year;  Billy liked to blast his metal out loud and having large Skype call in the common space until late, while Steve loved cheesy pop music and he wanted to sleep in the middle of the night; Billy liked to exercise and go to the gym and take care of his appearance, occupying the bathroom for hours. Steve was equally vain, but ha was not a morning person, so he passed half of his mornings knocking frantically at the bathroom door, and when he was able to going in, he didn’t mind to use Billy’s hair and body product, driving him mad when he smelled the scent of his special hair mousse on Steve’s hair. 

One time Steve had run out of the bathroom yelling like mad because he found Billy’s body hair in his razor, starting an argument that lasted almost two weeks. As if that were not enough, they had argued also in class, bickering about some unimportant detail in the textbook and their feud had been the goss of the week. 

They kept being on each other's way in college orientation events and in the basketball matches, but after a really tense few months, they reasoned out as adults, then they apologized and the cohabitation had started to go better. 

The problem was, for Billy, that all the confront and bickering had made him fixating in Steve’s body language, his moves and gestures and to walk in the room when he was agitated, how he passed his hands in his hair or put his hand on his hips, and specially in how the little mole at the side of his mouth moved when he was arguing, distracting Billy and driving Steve really mad; he didn’t know that in those moment when Billy forgot how to blink, he was thinking of kissing that little mole and all the other moles in his face and licking his neck and biting him and…

“Billy? Are you here?” Steve knocked at the door before entering.

Billy was still on his Skype call.

“I have to go, Heater, I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said in a rush, closing the laptop.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you”.

“Don’t worry, I have already finished the call”.

“Ok… something important?”

“Oh no… family thing, you know, nothing important…”

Steve nodded, taking a glass of water and drinking near the sink with his hand on his hips, pensive. Billy had to gulp his agitation and smiled tensely.

“I was thinking to have a shower, do you want to use the bathroom?” He asked kindly, one of the things he learned to do to maintain their good relationship.

“Oh, no thanks, go ahead,” Steve smiled tensely too, washing a couple of dishes still in the sink since the morning. 

He was almost sure that he heard a feminine voice, he knew that Billy had a sister but it didn’t seem to him the same voice; Billy always closed his calls when he came in the room, because he didn’t want to argue anymore about bothering calls, but Steve suspected he called always the same girl, probably his distant girlfriend and for this he never bring any woman at home. Steve didn’t dare ask to maintain the balance between them and the peace they gained so difficulty.

He suffered for not knowing, anyway… he didn’t define himself as gay, he liked girls, but he also liked men very much, and Billy in particular was his type almost exactly, although they started hating each other; but he liked ripped, neat men, well trimmed, with an angelic nuisance and a nasty attitude; and Billy, with his Californian Barbie complexion, was almost near to perfection, making him struggle to stay formal near to him. Even if Billy still hadn’t picked up any girl at college, he had a crowd of female admirers and he seemed to enjoy it, so Steve knew he couldn’t have a possibility. Moreover, if he would come out with Billy, he could feel uncomfortable; he didn’t seem homophobe, but not everyone wanted to sleep with a non straight roommate. 

“Oh, shit,” groaned Steve, raising his eyes to the cafeteria door. 

“Oh, shit,” echoed Robin, for completely different reasons. 

Billy had just entered with a stunning brunette hanging at his arm, a beaming smile and gushing with happiness.

The girl was short but curvy, with pink hearted glasses and red lips, and a pair of mini shorts that showed her nicely shaped legs; the perfect Barbie complement for Billy, sighed Steve seeing his hopes shattered in the floor. 

Robin couldn’t also take her eyes off of the girl, definitely her type, even if she seemed she couldn't take her eyes off of Billy.

“Hey,” Billy waved at Steve, who he felt he wanted to die. He smiled and waved back. 

“Hello, I didn’t know you were here either… Heather just arrived by train to visit me”.

“Hello,” said the girl, lowering the glasses and raising her hand directly to Robin. “I’m Heather”.

“I’m Robin,” she answered, breathless. They looked at each other for a long, long moment, until Billy dared to speak again.

“And he’s Steve, my roommate”.

Heather smiled again, giving him her hand too. “Oh. I heard a lot about you”.

Steve blushed and Billy nudged her. “Stop it,” he hissed, then went to the bar to order the coffee.

“So, you’re studying here too?” Heather asked directly to Robin, who blushed, leaving Steve wide mouthed and speechless. They talked a little bit, ignoring Steve completely until Billy returned with the drinks. Robin got up to go to class reluctantly.

“Well I’m staying all weekend, I hope you can join us for dinner tonight,” Heather chirped with a soundly voice, and Robin nodded and went away, giggling. 

“So you’re the famous Steve,” she immediately turned to him, resting her face on her hand. “I thought you were taller”.

“Heather!” Hissed Billy.

Steve cleared his throat. “Will you… will you stay in our room?” His voice was oddly high pitched.

“Oh no, I booked a B&B here near the campus. I don’t want to bother you two big guys,” she giggled and they both blushed furiously. 

“But I hope you don’t mind if she stays a little in the room…” said Billy carefully. 

“Oh no, not at all”.

Heather smiled and they finished their drink, then she and Billy went away to visit the campus, leaving Steve sitting there, heartbroken.

“I don’t want to go to dinner with the lovebirds!” Said Steve later, outside Robin dorm. Robin pouted and looked at him with flames in her eyes. 

“Are you stupid?” She hissed. “I’ll go even if you don’t come”.

“If you like to be the third wheel…”

“God, you’re really stupid!” Robin crossed her arms and refused to talk again with him. 

When she reached them at the restaurant, Steve looked at her, really puzzled. He never saw her so dressed up before. She barely used makeup and combed her hair with a bobby pin to avoid hair in the eyes, but that night she was wearing a fancy jacket and pants and she curled her hair and painted her eyes and lips; she was really pretty, and when he looked the glance Heather gave to her, he finally understood why she called him stupid lately. 

Billy and Steve witnessed their shameless flirtation with wide eyes, unable to say anything and looking furtively at each other, utterly embarrassed. Steve was glad she definitely wasn’t his distant girlfriend, and Billy was glad that Robin was the platonic girlfriend of Steve, but they didn’t know how to break the ice to each other and bring the topic on the table. They kept talking about trivial things, some sport results and TV shows while their friends were talking intensely and ignoring them.

Steve and Billy didn’t notice that they exchanged each other's numbers, but when they left the restaurant, Heather announced that she wanted to go resting after the trip, but she would be free the rest of the weekend to do something fun with them.

Billy walked her to her hotel and Steve and Robin went away in the opposite direction.

“What the fuck was that?” Snapped Steve once they were a little far.

“What?”

“All that thing, you were… flirting with her? You had just met her!”

Robin shrugged, looking at her mobile that had just buzzed. 

“Well she’s not his girlfriend. And he clearly hasn’t problems with queer people”.

Steve sighed. Well, there was a difference between having a lesbian friend and sleeping in the same room with someone who wanted to be in your pants.

“You couldn’t stay quiet, not for a little minute, could you?” Hissed Billy walking with her.

“You didn’t tell me she was gorgeous and lesbian, Billy. Is your gaydar broken?”

“I don’t… hey I don’t need to justify with you! I… I just didn’t realize”.

“Well it’s the perfect excuse to make a move with him, don’t you think? And you didn’t tell me he had that juicy ass, you little scoundrel”.

“Oh, please, stop! It’s a coincidence his friend is a lesbian. It doesn’t mean anything”

“Oh, it doesn't mean anything, Mr queer like a three dollar bill?”

“Stop this nonsense, I can do nothing with him. He’s straight and we are roommates, that’s all”.

Heather groaned and entered the hotel. She wrote to Robin immediately, chatting with her all night. 

“Is there some club to go dancing near there?” Asked Heather the next night, peeping a glimpse at Robin. 

“Well the Pink Flag is over there and they have good cocktails,” answered Robin immediately, waving at the end of the street. “You don’t have problems going to a queer bar, right, Steve?”

Steve blushed and nodded, of course he didn’t have problems, they went there very often, but he looked at Billy’s face, who blushed, lowered his face and nodded too. The girls joined the queue hand in hand and abandoned them behind. 

Billy tried to smile, worried, and saw the same expression on Steve's face. “Well at least they’re having a good time,” he sighed, while the girls were already chatting with the bouncer, who knew Robin, and obviously Steve. He accurately avoided confessing to Billy that he was a regular there, but he couldn't hide it for longer.

“Hey Steve, it’s been ages, I missed you! Oh, he is the guy Robin just told me about?”

“Hello… hello Alan…” answered nervously Steve, looking at his feet and running inside before the bouncer could say more embarrassing things. 

Robin and Heather were still inside, giggling at the dirty look he launched at them.

“How you dared!” He hissed to Robin. 

“Well you needed a nudge,” she giggled, disappearing on the dance floor with Heather.

Billy was looking at him, confused. “I’m not sure what had just happened outside… Do you come here often?”

Steve blushed. “Well, me and Robin, we… well, you know…”

“And what he said? You… talked about… me… with Robin?”

Steve gulped, looking away, feeling the tense in Billy’s words. 

“She thinks… well, she thinks I have… she thinks I have a little crush on you, that’s all. But don’t worry, I am not…”

“Oh shit,” Billy hit his forehead. “Don’t you see?” Steve looked at him, puzzled. “Don’t you see? They set a trap! It’s so clear!”

“A trap? But why? You don’t… don’t you…?”

Billy snickered, a little embarrassed too. “Well, well it’s possible that I… I mentioned to Heather that… I may like my roommate just a little bit”.

“Those filthy little bitches!” Snapped Steve, and Billy laughed, heartily, defusing the tension between them. Steve joined his laughter, looking in his eyes and staring at his swollen, juicy lips.

“I… I never heard you laughing…” he said, touching Billy’s arm with bashfulness. “I like it,” he smiled then, and Billy melted, looking at him with glossy, puppy eyes. 

He cupped Steve’s face and pecked him, kissing his smile, then Steve pecked him back, and they finally kissed, finally biting each other's lips, with a stupid happy look on their faces. 

“So what will we do now?” Whispered Billy, taking Steve’s hand. Steve looked at him with a mischievous smile. 

“Well, my roommate is cool, you can come in my room later,” he grinned, and Billy laughed again. “But meanwhile, those little schemers don’t deserve satisfaction”.

Billy nodded. “Agree. Let’s make them suffer a little more. But first, kiss me again”.

Steve laughed, and threw his arms around him, bursting in happiness.

[sketchingstars03]

hey guys.. I want to say something serious

EDIT: UPDATE THERE IS MORE INFORMATION OUT NOW. JAKEI AND NYX HAVE PROPERLY RESPONDED

I… don’t know if I can directly support Underverse anymore.

It’s recently come to my attention that Jakei and NyxTheShield have done some… terrible things.

If anyone has heard of the situation with Camila Cuevas or Glitchtale.. just know that those two were also complicit.

link to a video explaining things (MASSIVE TW for mentions of grooming, threats of suicide, and enabling of predators)

DISCLAIMER FOR THE VIDEO: NEW INFORMATION HAS COME OUT DISPUTING THE SKYPE CHAT LOG PORTION OF THE VIDEO. TAKE IT WITH A LARGE GRAIN OF SALT.

I will continue to include my version of Cross and the events of his lore in Splattertale, but I want to make it clear that I do Not support Jakei anymore. My design will be the only one that I draw or make content of. I will not reblog or share anything from her or Nyx. I could possibly provide summaries of what happens in UV going forward so that you guys don’t have to support the series to know what happens in it, if that’s something you all would be interested in.

Just like how we treat Dreamtale nowadays; the creation can be enjoyed and reinterpreted, but the creator can not.

So I encourage you all to stop supporting those two. As well as to look into this situation further to get the full story, provided you will not be triggered and are in a good space mentally.

This situation has made me become even more aware of my responsibilities as a creator and adult in this space. I was already aware and doing my best, but now I shall do even better tenfold. Because we cannot have another situation like this, not in this fandom, not ever.

Please share this if you are able.

[diezmil10000]

2023 art summary + thoughts on my own art progress under the cut!!

(template by HedgeCatDragonix on deviantart)

so i've been doing this for 10 years :P

i'm not posting these pics in high quality, they're somewhere on the internet if you want to scavenge for a bit. i didn't start taking art seriously until late 2015 and i honestly don't like looking back at old drawings. i still like my 2022 art summary but it wasn't until this year that i'm proud of all my finished artworks.

my art journey is complicated. i'm not one of those artists who can say they've been drawing for all their lifes. i used to trace pokémon in my school agendas but that was it. around 2013, a couple of friends invited me to their Skype server where we used to draw each other's ocs and make art memes and stuff - it was fun and cringe in the most positive way i can say it :] i didn't know shit about art and i took pride in drawing on MS Paint with a mouse just because it was hard.

(all of my drawings until may 2018 were made with a mouse)

when i was 15 yo i got into Love Live! and i decided to get better at art because i didn't want lesbian fanart to be made only by creepy cishet men. at some point i watched this video from Sycra and it rewired my brain. i understood that i needed to actually practise and understand what i was doing, and that i wasn't going to improve just by observing. its follow-up video also helped me a lot, i remember watching it on the day it was posted jskhfdjdfd.

and so fast forward until 2021 approx. i spent all of those years practising drawing in my traditional sketchbooks, so my improvement was steady. the only problem, and in retrospective i see it as a Big Problem, is that i was grinding mindlessly. by that i mean that i copied artists i liked and i drew again and again stuff i was bad at, but i didn't think too deeply about it or analysed my own art to look for faster ways to improve it. i also don't take feedback well so i didn't ask for it either, which further slowed down my progress.

on top of it, that just made me better at drawing, not at illustration. i firmly believe that a good drawing is hard to ruin but i could have made my illustrations way more interesting if i had started going wild with colors and effects way earlier. i don't exactly regret my choices because at the end of the day it's just my hobby, and i've been praised for drawing a lot and for challenging myself to practise drawing traditionally, so i want this to be read as introspection rather than complaints!!

the reason why 2021 was a big change in my art is because in november i did this monstrosity:

i got an Android tablet to be able to draw in class and took the challenge alongside my friend Nico, who also did their own Huevember. hola si estás leyendo esto Nico, aunque lo dudo :) i can't say that any of the drawings made me better at anatomy, or composition, or colors. i can't say that they solidified my knowledge, either. but they planted a seed in my brain that would fully bloom in late 2022, which is the seed of hating the finished result of some pieces so much that i forced myself to improve.

everyone has their own motivation to get better at art and i've always thought that mine was a healthy one (i want to draw more lesbians, that's all). however, i've had a very solid 2023 and now i don't cringe at any of my pieces, plus i can notice any mistakes they have without wanting to delete them from existence - and i could only get there because at the end of 2022 i told myself i wouldn't make any more ugly illustrations. like, period. i didn't want to get anxious every time i had to look back on my own art.

i also learned that no ammount of compliments from others would magically make me like a piece i see as mid at best. of course, i appreciate every single nice comment i get (genuinely, i get very happy knowing that other people love my work), but gratitude doesn't fix a skill issue.

so, late 2022, many things happened. first i got cancelled on twitter over a drawing of my beloved mizuki from project sekai (this info will be relevant later). then i spent a whole month doing this other monstrosity that is to this day the best thing i've ever done. i haven't peaked it (yet):

this comic actually made me improve and solidify my skills. it wasn't a class assignment, or a collaboration, or anything more than a headcanon i shared with a friend - it was pure brainrot over Revue Starlight and it made me put all my cunt into it. this was also the point at which i started filling in blacks with the bucket tool instead of picking a very dark color, which is a big part of my current style :3

the thing about people cancelling me is that i had to distance myself from fandoms and eventually change accunts, which also affected how i perceived my own art. even if i draw for myself, at the end of the day i still draw characters that are loved by many people, so i disabled comments and stopped interacting with other artists of my fandom circles. that led me to go on hiatus at the start of 2023, knowing that it was time for a fresh start (my art accounts were 5 years old anyway).

that period of time made me think a lot about my finished pieces. since i wouldn't post them until i had a new account, i would stare at them for longer than ever or make small changes even if days had already passed. letting my mind rest from illustrations i had been working on and knowing i could change them whenever i wanted was a big step forward.

i realised that for the past years i had been in a hurry to post my drawings as soon as i was done with them instead of appreciating them. that was a turning point for my mindset. this was also past the time i decided to stop making ugly art, but i hadn't really taken any measures to get better. so i changed the wording of the challenge: i can make ugly art but i can't post it if i don't like it.

it doesn't sound epic, but for some reason it worked. every time i was in the middle of making a drawing that looked kind of ugly, i changed it until it looked right. not perfect, but good enough to avoid cringing in the future. some times i had to redraw it from scratch with a more interesting pose. some times i needed to add a background or a graphic element to make the characters pop. and somewhere on that period, i went wild with colors and effects, and a lot of times that saved a piece that would otherwise be boring.

i have to thank Revolutionary Girl Utena and Revue Starlight for making me experiment a lot during my hiatus. both pieces of media, one being the daugher of the other, give artists so many visual metaphors and interesting topics to work with. the revstar brainrot had been there since the junnana comic, but rgu was something i had been meaning to rewatch for a couple of years and it hit me like a fucking train. it also made me create one of the comics i'm the most proud about:

then i got into homestuck and my art got. well. stuck!! >D< but it was okay because i wasn't making ugly drawings anymore. i was putting into practise a lot of things i had been learning or experimenting with, especially regarding colors and character interactions. and the yuri was delicious hmmmmmmm.

the rest of 2023 was very linear in terms of art but not so much in terms of fandoms (?). which is fine, honestly, but i was also glad to get back into Fire Emblem: Three Houses in late that year because when i first got into it in 2019 i didn't have the skill to draw everything i wanted to draw. and i still haven't drawn all the yuri scenarios that i've been cooking in my mind, but i have until forever to do it!!

so for 2024 i want to study some stuff i feel i'm still lacking in. i think i've always had a good eye for composition, but i've never actually pushed it in my finished illustrations - they depend a lot on the poses because i've always been prioritising drawing over everything else. that needs to change this year.

i also want to get better at drawing characters from extreme angles. i've always felt like my poses are a bit flat and i think i can study photos taken with wide angle lenses to improve at that.

and of course i still want to draw faster, which is something i've always struggled with. i think i have a good rhythm of "producing" art (excuse me for the poor wording), but i'm still too slow for the kind of artstyle i want to achieve, which includes having a looser lineart and less details in irrelevant areas of the drawings. i think that overdoing the lineart actually hurts my illustrations, because everything ends up pulling the viewer's attention with the same energy. i also think messy artstyles are neat.

i promise i'm not crazy and i don't hate what i do. in fact, it's precisely because this year i managed to make some pieces with that kind of feel that i know where i want to aim. special mention to the junnana comic because i haven't been able to replicate that lineart ever since.

examples:

as for the stuff i like about my current artstyle, i definitely want to keep the way i color!! and by that i mean the method i have for applying filters that make my colors pop. i could maybe play more with textures too.

i also like the way i depict intimacy, and people have praised it too. thank you for noticing. it's the yearning that's doing it, not me. but i don't think i'll ever change the content (?) of my art, i eat breathe and speak in yuri. if anything, there are still some ways of conveying feelings that i haven't been able to draw because i lack the skill to do so, but i'll keep trying ;)

i honestly didn't expect this post to be this long. i've been writing for hours now and i'm not sure my thoughts are coherent for anyone that isn't me. i also can't grasp the idea that some people know me from fanart i did in 2016 while others started following me last month, time is wild and it's an extra dimension of complexity that i don't know how to account for when i write stuff like this.

but again, as i do with art, i've written this for myself. it's been nice to put my thoughts in order. i think i've only talked about art in depth with like 5 people and it's always been in casual conversation. no creo que estéis leyendo pero Nahia y Henar os amo y he aprendido mucho de vosotras.

thank you for reading until the end if you have. i hope you have not only a nice day but a nice year. let's meet again in the future.

[bcolfanfic]

— helen of troy west virginia backstory part 2

young veterans au / part 1

cw for infidelity- just the modern au equivalent of croz being a little shit <3

- nash dies. that’s the long and short of it.

- he loved helen and wyatt so much, had photos of them taped to his bunk- talked about them constantly.

- but unfortunately, all the love in the world couldn’t change the war being what it was. the desert was still the desert.

- nash bonded with some kids in the area around the air base because they made him feel like a Dad in a way he couldn’t be with baby wyatt so far away. then those kids got hurt, some of them fatally and he spiraled.

- started smoking out where people went to smoke even though they weren’t supposed to be up that high in that particular sight line in that particular area. stopped caring when he got barked at to not be up there or at least put a damn helmet on if you’re gonna be stubborn.

- got really ugly with his words when ev was trying to get him to come back down once. ev told someone to go get rosie to bitch at him, and rosie came just in time to be standing there with ev when nash got a sniper round through the skull.

- the officers that have to go tell helen hate their job just a little more than they already do when a 20 year old with a baby on her hip is who opens the door. wyatt just over a year old <\3

- all the other unit families get a notification that someone was killed and it doesn’t have a name attached but jeanie hears her phone ringing about 30 thirty seconds after she opens the email and gets the worst feeling in her gut.

- helen sobs her poor sweet heart out on the phone to jeanie for an hour till her phone dies because she couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the battery life. looks at wyatt where she put him in a playpen and just starts crying all over again.

- jeanie goes down for the funeral and brings helen and wyatt right back home with her. wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing they were alone and hurting.

- it’s good for helen. the crosby kiddos adore her and love baby wyatt. and it helps jeanie feel less lonely too.

- they sleep in the same bed most nights. sweet girls.

- then helen is there the night croz calls jeanie (over threat of death from benny) to tell her what he did (:

- before that night helen would always poke her head in and linger a little when she skyped croz because she liked talking to him- and talking the others who knew nash. (ev would poke his head in to say hello to them every now and then. premonition <3)

- but this night croz looks like he’s going to vomit when helen pokes her head in, very awkwardly says he needs to talk to jean about something (ie: *leave*). she steps out, but has a bad feeling about it.

- jeanie <\3 comes out of her room twenty minutes later pale faced and looking like she’s 2 seconds from bursting into tears.

- which happens immediately when helen in all her sweet girl soft voice self asks what happened and she just all dry says it as briefly as she can.

- he cheated.

- sweet helen is about ready to go to bagram and smack himself herself but ugh. loves her best friend so much. more or less holds her while she cries, tells her it’s not her fault, that she’s done everything right by him- etc etc.

- and is. a very good friend in general about the whole thing. tells her she’s *not* an idiot or a pushover for wanting to fix things because she still loves him. and that if people give her shit for it she’ll kill ‘em <3.

- strokes her hair and kisses her head when jeanie works herself up saying maybe the other girl was just prettier- maybe she didn’t look like she had 3 kids in five years, maybe. which helen shuts down immediately. tells her that not to be a bitch, but there’s no way she was prettier than you. not possible. (:

- jeanie says in passing one night that she wishes she was into girls, maybe that’s the problem- and her and helen have a little awkward silent lull stare at each other that they. do not unpack further. which could mean nothing.

- helen sits against the wall off camera the next time she skypes with croz and gives him her whole i don’t want a divorce but speech. croz kinda gets the idea she’s there bc jeanie keeps looking off camera for moral support but. he’s in the doghouse lmfao he can’t say shit about it.

- helen eventually does go back to west virginia with wyatt and both girls cry a lotta big tears the day she leaves.

- little rebecca cries and begs to go live with auntie helen, sweet thing. helen smooches her head and promises she can call her whenever she wants as long as she’s good for her mama.

- goes back to west virginia and puts nash’s folded flag on the mantle. muscles through sorting out his things with wyatt, his little double, playing with the empty cardboard boxes all the stuff is going into.

- calls jeanie a lot. sees the news in august 2021 about how much of a shit show the pull out from afghanistan is and feels like she can’t sleep until jeanie tells her croz got out okay and is on the way home.

- soothes jeanie’s nerves about seeing him again after everything - and breaks her own heart doing it because of how much she desperately wishes her own husband got to come home too.

- tries to push it down, tries to essentially factory reset her and wyatt’s life. takes him to little play groups, goes to church- focus on what doesn’t make her want to cry until she’s gasping for air.

- some time passes and jeanie texts her that croz said ev got orders to go down to do flight training at the air base in (: west virginia (:

- jeanie: i don’t think he has a girlllll (;

- helen: 😐

- croz is however, also in on trying to set them up. gets her address from jeanie and gives it to ev like hey maybe wouldn’t hurt to just see how she’s doing (: maybe she could use help with yard work or something (:

- so ev does exactly that. in all his sweet pretty awkward glory knocks on her door and even more awkwardly blurts out asking if he can cut her grass or something.

- didn’t intend to get so nervous and ridiculous looking but he kinda forgot how pretty she was until she opened the door.

- and was like ohohohoh.

- good thing he’s cute. lmfao.

[ananonymousguy20]

A DOUBLE WARNING TO EVERYONE IN THE TROLLS DREAMWORKS FANDOM.

⚠️⚠️Do not interact with they. For your safety block and make others aware.⚠️⚠️

TW: Grooming, approval, justification and defense for abuse (incest and pedophilia).

1 Stay away from jade-green-butterfly also known as HealerCharm and Jussy (Justine Louise Heverm. She is from Colchester, United Kingdom). She’s on Tumblr, DeviantArt, Skype, Furaffinity and Discord. In the last few years she has been active and gaining recognition in the Trolls Fandom as if what she did to so many minors never happened so I want to spread awareness on what being a pedo really looks like and if anyone (especially minors) is friend with her they will know what kind of horrible person she is.

She was already exposed before with proofs, a lot of screenshots and testimonies of minors and Discord Mods that we can't invalidate or deny it really happened. She groomed minors on Discord: she sent them porn drawings to the chat, wanted to play a “sexy” RolePlay with minors and with a character that represents a little toddler girl. Her tastes are very clear. She is a very manipulative person and always plays the innocent victim card who made a simple mistake, but she knows what she is doing because she spread a victim blaming discurse, gaslighting and ignores all the screenshots and testimonies against her, she says they are not evidence and they are taken out of context, she is no fool.

These are not "slips" (as she wants to make them out to be), she does it on purpose, that is her true nature: an abuser.

I see, it happens tho, but why Kaitlin practically dissapeared after being accused of grooming 14* years old kids in discord chats? (*It was 13).

Jussy: “It was THEIR FAULT. They were in wrong for doing NSFW too”.💀 By the way, I think I was told that this person is or was a caregiver.

2 KaitlinEXE (Maria Romina Auxiliadora Fernandez). She is from Cadiz, Spain. Is her friend, best friend, like a sister to Jussy. She also groomed minors and therefore deleted her entire existence from the internet in 2021.

Let's be honest, an adult or even a teenager is not interested in spending their leisure time with minors, no matter how much of a “babysitter” she is. If you like spending time with children as an adult, you become a teacher or nanny, and so on. Seeking to spend time alone with minors, giving them gifts, "friendship", flattery, adults "feeling" like children or liking children's things (drawing, watching cartoons, RP, toys) are all -together- characteristics of grooming.

Although she is a TEACHER over 35 years old, yet she is looking to spend time alone with minors. It seemed normal and right for her to accept the invitation to join a Discord group with its own NSFW section where she was the only adult there and they were all minors, as she gained the trust of those minors by being nice, giving them drawings, and "befriending" them. Wanted to RolePlay being a couple, kissing, dating on Valentine's Day and then she was planning to get married. Since they had a NSFW section I think you know where this is all going: to the "honeymoon". Interacting NSFW without her putting any kind of limits on them, she even encouraged them when they drew her porn drawings.

She is a fan of porn material that mimics the sexual exploitation of minors (mangas porn loli/shota), shipping a Gohan kid with and adult Piccolo (who is like his father), drew her own manga porn with her OC Kaitlin Classic with an Elecman Classic (who is his brother and they are both children), and was a big fan of a kindergarten little girls porn comic “Irina’s World” (El Mundo de Irina, Irina Isekai) all this while she was studying to be a kindergarten teacher because being with children has always been her dream.

People, don't be fooled. Be more critical of people. Just because they're “nice” doesn't mean you should overlook the nastier things they do because then you give them a free pass to continue being this way. Jussy and KaitlinEXE are old enough to know what they’re doing is wrong. For they the internet is some fantasy world to do whatever it feels like and It's not right. The people here are PEOPLE and are not here just for your entertainment and twisted fun.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Ambiguous/Undefined Relationship Masterlist

A Bad Case of the Jitters (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)

Summary: Phil has night-before jitters with the release of tatinof coming tomorrow, but Dan is there to comfort him, as ever.

Appreciation Letters (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Two different chapters, showing each perspective.

Dan sits down to write about his life with the most amazing man he knows and how much he values all that he’s done for him.

Phil sits down to write about how thankful he is for the guy, who persistently commented on his early videos and the life they’ve built together.

banter™ (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: A normal conversation in the Phlat.

{ also }

Dan and Phil reply to a tweet asking if they're gay.

Counting stars (ao3) - xlogophile

Summary: Phil really likes Dan's sun-freckles, basically.

"Did you ever doubt your dreams will ever come true?" (ao3) - natigail

Summary: As Phil reads out the question, Dan’s involuntary reaction is to smile and glance towards him. He hides it pretty well during the live show but as soon as it’s over, he begins to fully appreciate that his dream did come true

Don't do it again (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan just reached 6 million subscribers. Causes a little irritation between the guy's, but not for the reason one might think.

Freckles and Constellations (ao3) - xlogophile

Summary: Phil wakes up to the tickling of what he assumes is a pen tracing shapes on his back. He was hoping to sleep in a bit more after a late night of gaming but art demands sacrifices, I guess.

Fuck Your Cereal (ao3) - cyanica

Summary: Four times Dan got justice for his cereal, and one time where Phil won their prank war using a person's certain first video... that's still on the internet for some reason.

I Will See (ao3) - hahasami

Summary: They're best friends, but nobody knows, not the drama elective he started a year later, and not really himself.

...until he lets it happen.

(it being that weird warmth in his chest)

in another universe (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: This was it. Phil wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt that it was now or never. He lifted his gaze and focused on Dan, the intensity with with which he did seemingly disturbing his flatmate. Dan eyed him dubiously, and before the other could open his mouth, Phil was blurting, “Let’s fuse.”

Dan blinked, then blinked again, looking as if he were about to say something before thinking better of it and simply staring with knitted brows. “You’re serious?” he finally asked apparently upon noting the lack of mirth on Phil’s face.

“Yeah,” Phil replied firmly, though he wrung his hands nervously in his lap.

intermediately versed in your own feelings (ao3) - templeofshame

Summary: They’re down to ten days and Phil just wants to be excited. He wants to tweet 10 days!!! or 9 soon =] and ramble at Dan on Skype and go to sleep eager for time to get on with it. He doesn’t want to be staring at Dan’s Twitter, scrolling up and down through Tweets and replies, trying to decode them in a way that doesn’t make anything in his gut sink.

Just Take A Shower (ao3) - phandoe

Summary: Dan is depressed. Phil loves him.

Morning Routine (more or less) (ao3) - MagicAndConstellations

Summary: Phil steals Dan’s cereal, Dan retaliates, the tags speak for themselves

of all new things, you were my favourite (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan is a curious non-binary alien who doesn’t understand human culture but really likes to wear pastel pink skirts. And aliens, Phil learns, are a lot to handle – or maybe that’s just Dan.

On Tour Bus Beds (ao3) - katiecal1013

Summary: “Best buddies can share a bed!” - Phil Lester, 2024

Right Where You're Meant to Be (ao3) - fisshhhh

Summary: Dan just got back from being on tour for 2 and a half months.

Ten Things (ao3) - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: Ten things Dan and Phil know about each other, and one thing they don't.

[theficpusher]

Fogged Glass by me_her_themoon | E | 1649 “Felt like showering.” Harry shrugs, slowly entering a finger into his hole, eyes fluttering shut. He’s always marveled at his long fingers, mastered fingering himself at a young age, just able to reach his prostate. He finds it immediately, brushing the bundle of nerves and shooting pleasure throughout his spine. “Looks like you’re doing more than showering.”

Reverse This by larrysh0me | E | 3880 When Harry is caught touching what is not his, Louis gets creative with his punishment...

The More, The Merrier by nonsensedarling | E | 4251 If there's one thing that Louis has come to accept in his years of marriage, it's that Harry has the best ideas.

Copy Of A... by nonsensedarling | E | 5569 Harry really loves Louis' dick.

'cause lately i've been waking up alone by sarcasticfluentry | E | 5667 “Ow ow ow ow,” Harry continues cursing, hopping back and forth on the balls of his toes and trying uselessly to cradle his dick. Louis’s eyes fall to the sink, where he can see a torn-open package and what looks like a sheet of instructions. “Clone-a-Willy?” he reads out loud, not sure he’s reading right. ...or, Harry gives Louis a very special sex toy for an early birthday present, and Louis uses it on Skype when Harry's in LA.

Graphic design is my passion by kingsofeverything | E | 6482 Graphic design student Louis Tomlinson has exams to study for and final art projects to complete, if it would stop raining long enough for him to walk across campus. Luckily Harry Styles has an umbrella, and he’s perfectly willing to share. Louis doesn’t plan to get his heart broken and he doesn’t plan to make almost a hundred silicone dildos. One of these things definitely happens.

Another Day Gettin' Into Trouble by whoknows | E | 25619 Harry’s drunk when the idea occurs to him. He’s also a pop star, so sometimes his drunk ideas turn into actual things instead of just ideas. The clone-a-willy kit is one of them. In Harry’s defense, when he first thinks about it his intention is just to buy the kit and give it to Louis to make his own dildo with, because that’s what he wants anyway, right? To have a penis filling him up? Then he realizes that it would be weird if Louis made a copy of his own dick to fuck himself with. It’d be super weird. Louis fucking himself? That’s a weird idea. Harry’s pretty sure Louis wouldn’t like that. Clearly the only solution here is to use his own dick for the mold.

[visage-of-hell]

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

Roleplayer name: Everyone calls me Yeen, cuz my online handle across a lotta places is usually "YeenQueen" or some variation of that, and my Twitch channel is called "YeenQueenGaming".

Roleplayer pronouns: She/Her

Muse name(s): Visage, but goes by "Vizzy" or "Viz" for short in most social situations.

Preferred communication: Discord, 100%. I literally LIVE on there when I'm not on here or in one of my games. Even take it on the go with the mobile app. I'm totally good with Tumblr IMs, though, don't get me wrong! My only beef with them is the fact that I often don't get notifications from it in real time. It either never pings at all or it makes the sound without the chat actually updating until I refresh the page. Fix your damn spaghetti code, Tumblr, for FUCK'S sake! XD

Experience: Honestly? I've been RPing in SOME form or another since my preteen years. Originally it was IRC chat rooms, then MUCKs (for those who remember those), forums, over email, online games (which I still do in WoW to this very day) ... and then it moved on to whichever instant messaging program was most popular at the time--ICQ, AOL Instant Messenger, MSN Messenger, Skype, and now Discord. I've been on and off with Tumblr across various fandoms for yeeeeeeears now. Since at LEAST 2014, as one of the earliest RP blogs I ever made was a Dhalish elf OC within the Dragon Age fandom.

Preferred roleplay type: Multi-para/novella style, 100%. I do NOT know when to stop, if a scene REALLY gets me going. I have hit the size limit on Tumblr posts on MULTIPLE occasions. I write third person perspective and that usually comes with a lot of inner dialogue and thoughts from the character's perspective in addition to reacting to whatever is happening in a given scene.

Pet peeves & dealbreakers: I always worry that I'm being elitist by saying this, but solid punctuation, spelling and grammar are all EXTREMELY important to me. I gravitate towards people with complimentary writing styles to my own for full RP immersion, so writing with people that deviate from that are just a no-go for me. I'm so sorry. >_< Also people who leave me to do most of the heavy lifting in terms of moving a scene forward. Gimme things to react to, to build upon, a sense of direction, y'know? If I'm constantly the one that has to keep the plot momentum going, I'm gonna burn out and lose interest FAST. Also people who use my characters like "props" rather than having real genuine interactions with them (be it as allies, enemies or something somewhere in between).

Best time to write: Late night, for sure. Not just because that's when all my creative juices flow the best but also because everyone's in bed for the night and I have zero RL interruptions to break my flow. If good ol' insomia has struck again, though, wee early hours of the morning are also probable writing times, cuz the same reasoning still applies!

Are you like your muse? I'd like to think I do a FAIRLY good job of keeping my OCs from coming off as self-inserts, BUT ... let's be honest--we all put at least a LITTLE of ourselves into our OCs, in SOME way/shape/form. I wish I had Vizzy's confrontational prowess and zero bullshit-taking attitude, and that I was anywhere NEAR as good in a fight and on the dance floor as she is, but there IS one thing she and I definitely have in common--the obsessive drive to escape. For me it's writing, gaming and crafting, but the motivation is much the same. It's always so much easier to just bury the pain and the bad under layers of good times and feel-good vibes than to actually CONFRONT that darkness head-on. Much like Vizzy, I try to but don't always succeed ... but I'd like to think that someday I'll have a much better success rate than she does. Eventually. XD

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Books I've read in 2025

(there are short shitty reviews mostly to remind myself what I thought about them, not as like, a rec)

My goal of reducing my shelves of shame to a singular shelf of shame is going well! I'm gonna update the list every ten books, I think. This January's reading productivity has been sponsored by shitty things happening at work that I desperately wanted to stop thinking about 🙃

1-10

1. Frieren n.1 - Kanehito Yamada & Tsukasa Abe: I read it at my best friend's home. I'd heard from a bunch of people that I should check it out if I liked dunmeshi, and they were right, I liked it too! Big fan of the exploration of friendships between people of differing lifespans. I will read more issues if I get the chance.

2. The Mighty Nein Origins: Caduceus Clay - Wells, Espiritu, Mercer, Jaffe: I love my pink boy. My wife got me this book. The artwork was GORGEOUS, and I liked the story, even if it was a little short.

3. The eye of the world (The Wheel of Time 1) - Robert Jordan: Dad got me the first three books, because we have been watching the show together over skype. I was happy to have watched it first, because I think I would have had a harder time getting into the world otherwise. It's nice to read some long-form fantasy, I've rarely read this kind of thing. My favourite part was how Rand kept thinking "if only Perrin was here, he would know how to deal with girls" only for the focus to shift to Perrin and have him have the same thought but about Rand. And Loial! Really liked him in the book.

4. Fuego Queer - Ed Meat & Rita "Bo" Brown: A nonfiction I got at a book fair in the anarchist booth, about the George Jackson Brigade and the Men Against Sexism carceral group. A very interesting read, about something that I knew very little about.

5. Bury Your Gays - Chuck Tingle: My mom gifted me a coupon for my favourite fantasy & scifi bookshop (where I got my last Tingler) and I went to get this specifically. I read this in one day, I stayed up late to finish it, it was really fucking good. Going back to my roots of horror books, and Tinglers are fucking awesome.

6. Marburg - Guillem Clua: This is a play I saw 15 years ago, by a Catalan playwright that my mom and I like. I found it a little bit ridiculous at times, but I think it's because you're supposed to watch it live, otherwise it's too dramatic. Cannot describe why, but it reeks of Catalan theatre (and I love that, don't get me wrong), something I miss watching since I moved to Finland over eight years ago, so it was kinda nostalgic. The play also had one of my favourite Catalan stage actors, Eduard Farelo.

7. The Year Of The Flood - Margaret Atwood: I like this author, and especially her dystopias, which this was. Very different from what I imagined it would be from the blurb, but I still liked it. Loved all the "I don't actually believe in this cult" from people who very much believed in it.

8. El viatge de Shuna - Hayao Miyazaki: Got it for Christmas last year, I think, from my dad. It was a short read, but very beautiful. Very reminiscent of Nausicäa.

9. Ghostwritten - David Mitchell: His first novel! I got it from a secondhand shop. There were a couple of cameos of characters from Cloud Atlas. It was essentially nine different stories, and I liked some more than others, but it was cool how it was all part of a whole while kinda jumping between genres.

10. Quatro relatos - Rosa Pérez Antón: I got four short stories from this author at the three wise men fair when I was in Barcelona. She had several to choose from, and we talked a bit about what I liked and she recommended specific ones. I liked some more than others, but she inspired me to do my own thing, since she publishes and binds her own stuff creatively. There is a certain naiveté in what she writes, but it's the vulnerability of putting yourself out there as you are, and I respect that.

Look! We've gone from 2.5 shelves to only 2! This is working!