#this is the best post I’ve ever made I keep getting great suggestions

[ohmyoverland]

can I get some beginner knitting pattern recommendations (preferably free)? Ive made a scarf, practiced rib and stockinette stitches, and frankly don’t know what to make next.

[theetherealbloom]

Don't Stop Talking To Me, And Maybe Stay Here Forever

Summary: You join Pedro Pascal in Morocco while he’s filming Gladiator 2. Between the beauty of the Moroccan landscape, the two of you share intimate moments, from quiet rooftop dinners to playful photo-taking and teasing with the cast.

Or… “I'll hold you, I'll know you. I'll never leave out the back door. And I'd love to complete you, hope you get all you could ask for.”

I just read your latest pedro fic it was the BEST DAMN THING i’ve ever read, my heart is going to burst out of my chest from all the butterflies 🦋🫠❤️ will you write more for pedro? perhaps his gf could visit him in marocco or something while he’s filming gladiator and to meet everyone from set and maybe have some alone quality time? :3 just a suggestion 😌 anyways have a lovely dayyy ^^ — anon

Paring: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Warnings: Established Relationship, Age-Gap(ish), TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF, Slight Angst, Swearing, Anxiety, Cheesy Dialogue, Cuddling, Romance, Kissing, Real People Fiction, Cameras, Social Media, Embarrassment, Teasing, Shower, Slight Nudity, Make Out Session, Celebrities

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: Okay, so, we’ve all seen the photo dumps!??!! Yes! GREAT! I haven’t watched Gladiator 2 cause it isn’t out yet in my country, so there’ll be no spoilers here mhmhmhmhm. I’m just gonna make stuff up based on the pictures Pedro posted on his Instagram lol. And again, this is all made-up, fictional, self-indulgent vibes so pls no one come after me ahhhhhh T^T

Also lowkey, I can see multiple parts to this so… stay tuned.

Side note: I’m dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!

Songs: Packing It Up by Gracie Abrams, this is how you fall in love by Jeremy Zucker and Chelsea Cutler

gif by @a7estrellas

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OUARZAZATE, MOROCCO — DAY

The warm Moroccan breeze kissed your skin as you stepped onto the bustling set of Gladiator 2. Pedro’s laughter echoed from somewhere nearby, his distinct voice easy to pick out over the hum of activity. Your heart swelled just hearing it. He was always magnetic, but here—working, immersed in a world of creativity and camaraderie��he was luminous.  

You adjusted your sunglasses, feeling both excited and slightly anxious. Meeting Pedro’s castmates felt like stepping into his other life, one where you weren’t the center of his world but a welcome visitor orbiting it. He’d reassured you endlessly. “They’ll love you. I mean, how could they not?” But still, nerves lingered.  

“Mi amor!” Pedro’s voice cut through your thoughts. He emerged from behind a cluster of tents, his smile so wide it could eclipse the Moroccan sun.  

“Hey, stranger.” You grinned, letting him sweep you into a tight hug.  

He pulled back just enough to press a kiss to your forehead, his arms still firmly around your waist. “You made it,” he whispered, his lips brushing your temple.  

“Of course, I made it,” you teased, tilting your head to look up at him. “I missed you too much to stay away.”  

The day unfolded in bursts of joy.  

Pedro introduced you to Coco Ullrich, Paul Mescal, and the rest of the cast. Everyone was warm and welcoming, their teasing camaraderie quickly drawing you in. Pedro stayed close, his hand finding yours at every opportunity, like he couldn’t stand to be too far away.  

Later, you found yourself perched on a stool in the makeup trailer, Pedro sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you. “Hold still,” you said, trying to fix his disheveled hair.  

Coco stood nearby, laughing as Pedro playfully swatted at your hands. “I’m serious, guapo! You’ll go out there looking like you just rolled out of bed.”  

“Maybe I did roll out of bed,” he quipped, grinning.  

You raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t, but if you keep squirming, I’m going to make sure you look like it.”  

Coco shook her head, still laughing. “I don’t know how you put up with him.”  

“I have my ways,” you said, giving Pedro a mock glare.  

Pedro leaned closer, his eyes softening. “You’re lucky I love you,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours before you could stop him.  

“Pedro!” you protested, laughing as he pulled you into a full kiss, distracting you from your task.  

“Hopeless,” Coco muttered, snapping a quick photo of the moment.  

OUARZAZATE, MOROCCO — SUNSET

The Moroccan sunset painted the sky in hues of gold and rose as you, Pedro, and the cast settled onto the soft blankets laid out for an impromptu picnic. The sprawling desert seemed to stretch infinitely, its serene stillness a striking contrast to the chaotic energy of the set. A light breeze rustled through the palm trees in the distance, carrying the faint sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses.

Pedro sat behind you, his arms comfortably wrapped around your waist as you leaned back into his chest. His fingertips absentmindedly traced small, lazy circles on your bare skin where your shirt had ridden up slightly. It was a touch that grounded you, soothing and sweet, and yet it made your heart ache with affection.

“This is perfect,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it louder might shatter the fragile beauty of the moment.

Pedro leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. “No, you’re perfect,” he said softly, his voice laced with adoration.

You turned your head to look at him, catching the warmth in his gaze. He looked at you like you hung the very stars above, and your cheeks flushed. “Cheesy,” you teased, though you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“Honest,” he countered, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. His nose nudged yours affectionately, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you.

Paul Mescal, lounging nearby with a bottle of something cold in his hand, cleared his throat dramatically. “Alright, lovebirds, can you save the smoldering for the cameras? Some of us are trying to enjoy the sunset without third-wheeling your Notebook audition.”

Coco Ullrich snorted from her spot on the blanket, where she was busy assembling a makeshift charcuterie board. “Please, Paul, don’t act like you’re not taking notes for your own love scenes.”

Paul shot her a deadpan look. “What’s there to take notes on? I’m already perfect.”

“Debatable,” Coco quipped, popping a grape into her mouth and grinning.  

Pedro chuckled, his chest rumbling against your back. “Paul, don’t be jealous. You already found someone who tolerates you.”  

“Oh, I’m not jealous,” Paul said, gesturing between you and Pedro. “I’m inspired. The level of clinginess you two have achieved—it’s an art form.”  

“Clinginess?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.  

“Yes, clinginess,” Paul said, smirking. “He hasn’t let go of you since you got here. It’s like watching a koala in human form.”

Coco leaned in conspiratorially. “Do you think he’d survive a day without her?”  

“Doubtful,” Paul replied, his tone grave.  

Pedro shook his head, his arms tightening around you playfully. “Let them joke,” he said into your ear, his voice a low murmur. “They’re just bitter they don’t have their partners to hold them while they complain about the heat.”  

You turned your head slightly to whisper back, “I think they’re projecting.”  

Pedro laughed, loud and unabashed, and the sound sent warmth flooding through you.  

“Alright, enough roasting Pedro,” Coco said, waving her hands. “Let’s focus on the important stuff—like this cheese board I’m absolutely nailing.”

“Coco, you put a block of cheese next to some crackers,” Paul pointed out.  

“And yet, it’s still better than anything you’ve contributed,” she shot back.

You couldn’t help but laugh as they continued to bicker, the dynamic between the cast a perfect blend of teasing and genuine affection. It felt good to be a part of this world for a little while, to see Pedro in his element and to share these small, beautiful moments with the people who meant so much to him.  

As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky with deeper hues of crimson and violet, Pedro shifted slightly behind you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You doing okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly, his voice meant just for you.

“I’m better than okay,” you said, turning your face to his. “This is one of those moments I’ll never forget.”

“Same,” he replied, his eyes searching yours. “But mostly because you’re here.”

Paul groaned from across the blanket. “Seriously, someone hand me a bucket. I can’t handle this level of sap.”

“You’re just missing Gracie,” Coco teased, tossing a cracker at Paul with a sly grin.  

Paul caught it mid-air with a dramatic flourish. “She’s the love of my life, thank you very much. I’m thriving, just long-distance thriving.” His wide smile softened slightly, a dreamy look crossing his face.  

Pedro chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder as he held you closer. “See, even Paul can be romantic. It’s not just us being disgustingly in love.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Paul said, waving him off, though the grin never left his face. “But you two are setting the bar impossibly high. Stop making the rest of us look bad.”

Coco shook her head with mock exasperation. “Let’s face it, no one can compete with Pedro’s clingy koala act.”  

“Hey, it’s not clingy if it’s mutual,” you chimed in, leaning back into Pedro’s embrace.  

“Exactly!” Pedro said, kissing the side of your neck for emphasis. “This is just... efficient affection.”  

“Efficient affection?” Coco repeated, laughing so hard she nearly knocked over the cheese board. “That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”

Pedro shrugged, utterly unbothered, his lips brushing your temple as he murmured, “Don’t let them ruin this for us.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you whispered back, tilting your head to press a soft kiss to his jaw.  

The first stars began to dot the darkening sky, their glow faint but steady against the fading hues of gold and rose. The laughter of the group blended with the soothing whisper of the desert breeze, wrapping the evening in a cocoon of warmth and love.

You let out a contented sigh, your fingers intertwining with Pedro’s. These moments—filled with jokes, tenderness, and the quiet magic of a Moroccan sunset—were the kind you knew you’d carry with you forever.

THE NEXT DAY

OUARZAZATE, MOROCCO – AFTERNOON  

The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting warm golden light over the sprawling desert set. The faint hum of activity outside the large tent provided a calming backdrop as you and Pedro sat together, stealing a moment away from the chaos of production.  

Pedro’s lap had become your designated resting place, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist as you leaned into him. You had been quietly chatting about the day—how stunning the desert looked on camera, how Paul had stolen one of Coco’s snacks during a break—when the warmth of the afternoon began to lull you both into sleep.  

His hand moved lazily up and down your back, the motion soothing as his voice grew quieter, more relaxed. “You know,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, “this might be my favorite part of the day.”  

“Falling asleep during work?” you teased, your voice soft and playful.  

“Falling asleep with you,” he corrected, his smile audible in his words.  

It wasn’t long before exhaustion claimed you both, your head tucked under his chin and his cheek resting against your hair. The quiet hum of the tent became a comforting cocoon, and time seemed to stretch and blur.  

The sound of muffled laughter stirred you from sleep, pulling you out of the warm haze. You blinked against the light, realizing you were still tucked into Pedro’s chest, his arms holding you close even as he began to wake.  

“Don’t move,” a familiar voice called. You turned your head to see Paul Mescal standing a few feet away, phone in hand, his grin wide and mischievous.  

Next to him, Coco Ullrich smirked as she aimed her phone at the two of you. “We’re documenting history here. You’ll thank us later.”  

Pedro stirred, squinting at them through his grogginess. “Seriously?” His voice was raspy, a mix of sleep and disbelief.  

Paul shrugged, grinning even wider as he showed Pedro the photo. “We couldn’t resist. Look at this. It’s like a promo poster for the most annoyingly sweet rom-com ever.”  

Pedro glanced at the photo, then at you, and laughed softly. “We should use that for the holiday cards this year.”  

You groaned, burying your face in his chest. “This is so embarrassing. They’re never going to let us live this down.”  

Coco laughed, flipping through her photos. “Oh, it’s way too late for that. I’m sending this to the group chat and the PR team. They’ll love it.”  

“Please don’t,” you pleaded, your voice muffled against Pedro’s shirt.  

Paul tilted his head dramatically. “Why not? It’s just a little fun. Besides, you two are giving us all cavities with how sweet you are. We’re suffering.”  

Pedro smirked, holding you a little tighter. “You’re suffering? Sounds like a personal problem.”  

“Alright, alright, enough!” A gravelly voice interrupted, and you looked up to see Ridley Scott standing at the edge of the tent. His hands were on his hips, but the amused twinkle in his eye gave him away.  

“Ridley,” you started, your cheeks flushing with heat. “I’m so sorry—”  

He held up a hand to stop you, his smirk growing. “Don’t apologize. If anything, I should thank you. Pedro’s been suspiciously well-behaved since you arrived. But,” he added with a pointed glance at Pedro, “if this keeps up, we’ll have to rename the film The Gladiator and the Muse. Production’s going to take twice as long.”  

The crew burst into laughter, and you buried your face back in Pedro’s chest, groaning. “This is officially the most embarrassing moment of my life.”  

Pedro chuckled, his hand brushing gently over your back. “Embarrassing? Nah. You’re the best thing about being here.”  

You peeked up at him, your cheeks still warm, and saw the sincerity in his eyes. “You mean that?”  

“Every word,” he said, his voice soft. “You make everything easier, better… you make it all worth it.”  

Your heart swelled, and a small smile broke through your embarrassment. “Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll try to believe you.”  

“Believe me,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.  

Paul groaned, breaking the tender moment. “Someone get a camera crew. We’re turning this into a reality show. Lovebirds in the Desert.”  

Pedro laughed, finally standing and pulling you to your feet. “Careful, Paul. You might not survive the sequel.”  

Ridley clapped his hands, his voice carrying over the lingering laughter. “Alright, lovebirds, enough stalling. Let’s get back to work! Pedro, we’ve got a fight scene to shoot.”  

Pedro gave you one last reassuring smile before winking. “Don’t go far. I’ll need more luck soon.”  

You nodded, watching him head back to set, and felt a sense of warmth that no amount of teasing could dampen. As you stepped out of the tent, the desert sun shining overhead, you knew this moment—this strange, beautiful mix of chaos and love—was one you’d carry with you forever.

OUARZAZATE, MOROCCO – EVENING  

The rooftop restaurant was like something out of a dream. Lanterns hung delicately from wrought iron fixtures, casting warm, flickering light over the table as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air was cool but pleasant, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from a nearby garden. Below, the city of Marrakech stretched out in an intricate maze of rooftops and twinkling lights, the hum of life soft and distant.  

Pedro had arranged everything, from the secluded corner table to the small vase of your favorite flowers waiting when you arrived. He always had a way of making even the simplest moments feel like magic.  

“Look at this view,” you murmured, leaning against the wrought iron railing as the sky turned from gold to a deep, dusky pink.  

Pedro stood close behind you, his hand resting gently on the small of your back. “The view’s got nothing on you,” he said softly, the teasing lilt in his voice balanced by the sincerity in his eyes.  

You laughed, shaking your head as you turned to face him. “That’s a terrible line.”  

“Maybe,” he admitted, grinning as he pulled out his phone. “But it’s true. Hold still.”  

Before you could protest, he snapped a photo, catching you mid-laugh as you tried to dodge the camera. “Pedro!” you groaned, your cheeks warming.  

He chuckled, looking at the photo with a self-satisfied smile. “Perfect. Might frame this one.”  

“Stop it,” you said, trying to grab the phone from him, but he held it out of reach, his grin only widening.  

“Never,” he replied, his free hand reaching across the table to take yours. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, and his gaze softened. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”  

Your stomach fluttered at the way he said it—no teasing this time, just quiet, earnest affection.  

“Now you’re just being unfair,” you muttered, trying to hide your blush.  

Pedro leaned forward, his head tilting slightly as if to study you closer. “Not unfair. Just honest.”  

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart was pounding. In a bid to regain some ground, you grabbed your own phone and quickly snapped a picture of him just as he brought your hand to his lips. The resulting photo was unfairly good—his lashes long, the lantern light catching the gold in his eyes, the softness in his expression making your chest ache.  

“Got you,” you said triumphantly, holding up the phone.  

Pedro laughed, his thumb brushing over your knuckles again as he met your gaze. “Now we’re even?”  

“Now we’re even,” you confirmed, though your grin gave away how smug you felt.  

The waiter arrived with dessert just then—a delicate plate of Moroccan pastries accompanied by a small bowl of honey and almonds. You both leaned forward at the same time, reaching for the same pastry, and burst into laughter when your fingers brushed.  

“Go ahead,” Pedro said, gesturing gallantly.  

“Such a gentleman,” you teased, breaking off a piece of the pastry and dipping it into the honey. You held it up to his lips, your pulse skipping when he leaned in without hesitation.  

“Delicious,” he said, his voice low and warm. “But I think it tastes better coming from you.”  

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, trying to suppress a smile as you took a bite yourself. The flaky pastry melted on your tongue, its sweetness perfectly balanced by the honey.  

As you shared the dessert, your conversation drifted from playful teasing to the little things that filled your days. Pedro told you about a funny moment on set earlier when Paul had forgotten his lines and improvised something so absurd even Ridley couldn’t stop laughing.  

“And then,” Pedro continued, his grin infectious, “he tried to blame me, saying my face was too distracting.”  

“Well, he’s not wrong,” you teased, earning a dramatic roll of Pedro’s eyes.  

“Oh, so now you’re on his side?”  

“I’m on the side of the truth,” you said, popping an almond into your mouth.  

Pedro chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”  

Your smile softened, and you leaned your chin on your hand as you looked at him. “Probably still charming everyone who crosses your path.”  

“Not like this,” he said, his tone suddenly serious. He reached across the table again, his fingers lacing with yours. “You make everything better. You make me better.”  

Your throat tightened at the rawness in his voice, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, his words settling deep in your chest.  

“You do the same for me,” you said quietly.  

The soft music playing in the background faded into the hum of the city as the two of you sat there, the world narrowing to just this moment. Pedro brought your hand to his lips again, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before resting your joined hands on the table.  

As the night stretched on, the two of you continued to talk about everything and nothing—your favorite childhood memories, the places you wanted to visit together, the little quirks you loved about each other.  

When it was time to leave, Pedro stood and extended a hand to help you up. “One last picture before we go?” he asked, his phone already in hand.  

You nodded, letting him pull you into his side. The lanterns glowed softly behind you as he kissed your cheek just as the camera clicked.  

Looking at the photo, you smiled. It was perfect—just like this night, just like him. 

L’HÔTEL MARRAKECH, MOROCCO – EVENING

The golden hues of the evening sun had long faded, leaving the hotel suite illuminated only by the soft glow of warm, ambient lighting. Laughter filled the room, bubbling up between stolen glances and playful teasing. Pedro leaned against the edge of the plush sofa, his hand resting casually on his hip as you doubled over with giggles at another one of his overly dramatic impressions. 

“I’m just saying,” he said with a grin, holding up his hands in mock innocence. “If anyone here is getting an Oscar for Most Entertaining Human, it’s me.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting at him lightly. “You? Entertaining? Please. You’re just lucky I think you’re cute.”

“Just cute?” he teased, his voice dropping into a low, mock-hurt murmur. He stepped closer, tilting his head. “That’s disappointing.”

And just like that, with no warning, he took your hand and spun you gently into his arms. There was no music, no sound but the faint rustle of the curtains and the muted hum of life outside your window. But to Pedro, there was no need for anything more. 

“Dance with me,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, pulling you flush against him.

“Pedro,” you started to protest, but the way he was looking at you—so earnest, so unguarded—stole the words from your lips. He rested his forehead against yours, his arms wrapping around you like he was afraid to let go. 

“You are the reason I can breathe,” he murmured. His voice cracked slightly, raw and unfiltered. “The reason I can survive.”

Your chest tightened, and your hands gripped the soft cotton of his shirt as you closed your eyes. Slowly, the two of you began to sway, side to side, as if the universe itself had orchestrated this silent melody just for you.

“Pedro,” you whispered, tears threatening to spill as the weight of his words sank deep into your soul. “You don’t have to—”

“Shh.” He cut you off gently, his lips brushing the crown of your head. “I want to. You’re my safe place.”

Together, you moved as one, the world outside forgotten. The phones were switched off, the curtains drawn, and for a moment, it felt like time had ceased to exist. All that mattered was this—his arms around you, your head resting on his chest, and the way his heartbeat felt steady and strong beneath your cheek.

“What’s easy is right,” you whispered suddenly, echoing words your mother had once said. The truth of it struck you in that moment, how being with Pedro never felt like a choice—it was instinct. Like breathing. Like coming home. 

Pedro smiled, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “What’s easy is right,” he repeated softly. “Then I guess it’s easy to know... I’m going to love you forever.”

You laughed softly, though the lump in your throat made it difficult. “Forever’s a long time.”

He tilted your chin up, his warm, brown eyes crinkling at the corners with a quiet joy. “Not nearly long enough,” he said, his voice a low promise. “You’ll be my best friend until we’re old and gray. And even then, I’ll still love you.”

There was something in the way he said it—so simple, so sure—that your knees nearly gave out. But as always, Pedro was there, holding you steady, keeping you close. 

This is how you fall in love, you realized. Not in a blaze of fireworks, but in the quiet moments where you let go and they hold you up. 

“Do you know what you’ve done to me?” Pedro said after a long silence, his voice filled with wonder. “You make my stomach ache with hope. You make my hands stop shaking. I wake up smiling now, and it’s because of you.”

You bit your lip, your fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest. “Pedro…”

“No, listen to me,” he insisted, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “Love isn’t supposed to be heavy. It’s not supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to be this. Us. A safe place. A hand to hold through every storm.”

His words broke something open inside you, and you nodded, letting the tears spill over. “You’re my safe place too,” you whispered. “You make me believe I deserve this.”

Pedro pulled you closer, resting his chin on the top of your head as he swayed you gently. “You deserve everything,” he murmured. “Every laugh, every sunrise, every stupid little joke I’ll tell for the next fifty years.”

You both laughed softly, the sound mingling with the quiet hum of the room. The world outside could wait. For now, all that mattered was this moment—this love that was soft, steady, and unshakable.

Right from your hips to your cuticles, you were everything to him, and he was everything to you. Wherever you both went, it was heaven. And neither of you ever wanted to leave. 

Steam filled the bathroom, the warmth clinging to the mirrors and wrapping around the two of you like a soft cocoon. Pedro stood under the cascade of water, droplets running down his broad shoulders and soaking his messy curls. His eyes flicked toward you, a tender smile tugging at his lips as you stepped closer, your fingers gently reaching for the shampoo bottle.  

“Turn around,” you said softly, motioning for him to face away from you.  

“Yes, ma’am,” he teased, though there was a hint of shyness in his voice as he obeyed.  

You lathered the shampoo between your hands, your touch careful and affectionate as you worked it into his hair. His curls were soft and damp beneath your fingers, the grays glinting like silver in the dim light.  

“I love your hair,” you murmured, your voice reverent.  

Pedro let out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, tilting his head back slightly. “The gray makes me look old.”  

You paused, your hands stilling in his hair as you leaned around to catch his gaze. “Stop that. It doesn’t make you look old; it makes you look distinguished. And I happen to love every single one of these.” You tugged playfully at a curl for emphasis.  

He gave you a sheepish look, his lips twitching as he fought back a pout. “You’re just saying that because you’re stuck with me.”  

“Stuck with you?” you repeated, feigning outrage. “Oh, no, Pedro. I chose you—gray hair and all. And I’d choose you again. Every single day.”  

His pout softened into a smile, one so genuine it made your chest ache. “You’re too good to me,” he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple.  

“And you deserve it,” you countered firmly, finishing his hair with a rinse.  

When it was your turn, Pedro insisted on returning the favor, his hands gentle as he massaged the conditioner into your hair. His touch lingered, his fingers tracing the nape of your neck as he marveled at you.  

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with sincerity.  

“Even covered in soap?” you teased, feeling heat creep up your cheeks.  

“Especially covered in soap,” he replied, leaning down to steal a kiss.  

The shower ended with a flurry of soft laughter and playful splashes, the two of you wrapped in towels as you padded into the bedroom. Pedro pulled on a pair of boxers while you slipped into one of his oversized shirts, the hem brushing the tops of your thighs.  

The two of you slipped into bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden light over the room. The air smelled faintly of the lavender lotion you’d rubbed on your hands, mingling with the subtle hint of Pedro’s cologne that still lingered on his skin. He had one arm draped lazily over your waist, his other hand holding a book he’d claimed to be interested in, though his wandering eyes betrayed him.

A book rested in your lap, too, but you’d long given up on reading. Instead, you could feel his gaze flickering to you, watching you more than the words on his page. It was endearing, the way he thought you wouldn’t notice, how he never grew tired of studying you like he’d never quite figure you out.  

“You’re not reading,” you finally accused, peeking at him over the edge of your book.  

Pedro grinned, unabashed. He set his book down on the nightstand and scooted closer, leaning his head on the pillow beside you. “Can you blame me?” he said, his voice soft and teasing. His hand reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his knuckles grazing your cheek. “I’ve got the most beautiful view right here.”  

You rolled your eyes, trying to fight the warmth rising in your cheeks, but the smile that stretched across your lips betrayed you. “You’re ridiculous,” you murmured, nudging him lightly with your elbow.  

“And yet, you love me,” he replied with mock arrogance, leaning back against the headboard with a self-satisfied smirk.  

“Unfortunately for me,” you quipped, though your tone was dripping with affection.  

Pedro’s laugh filled the room, low and warm, wrapping around you like a blanket. You settled back into your spot, his arm tightening slightly around your waist, anchoring you to him. For a while, there was only the sound of pages turning and the occasional creak of the bed as one of you shifted.  

Eventually, the books were forgotten, abandoned on the nightstand as the room grew darker, the soft click of the lamp switch plunging you into the comforting glow of moonlight spilling through the curtains.  

Lying side by side, your head resting on Pedro’s chest, you let your fingers trace lazy patterns along the bare skin of his arm. But your mind wouldn’t quiet, and as the minutes stretched on, the thoughts bubbling inside you demanded to be voiced.  

“Okay, but really,” you began, your voice breaking the comfortable silence. “Why is ‘llama’ spelled with two L’s? Wouldn’t one be enough? It’s not like we say ‘Llama-la.’”  

Pedro let out a soft laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath your cheek. He tilted his head down to look at you, his lips quirking into a smile. “Mi amor, I adore you, but it’s almost midnight. Go to sleep.”  

“I can’t until I solve this mystery,” you said with mock determination, lifting your head to look at him.  

He sighed dramatically, feigning exasperation. “Fine. Maybe the second ‘L’ is there to confuse aliens.”  

You gasped, sitting up slightly. “That makes so much sense! Like, imagine aliens judging us for eating cereal with milk.”  

Pedro chuckled again, his arm tightening around you to keep you close. “Cereal with milk is sacred,” he said, his voice heavy with playful conviction. “If aliens have an issue with that, I’ll fight them myself.”  

You grinned, turning to prop yourself up on your elbow so you could face him fully. “Okay, serious question. If you could ask someone anything and be guaranteed the truth, who would it be?”  

Pedro cracked one eye open, his other hand lazily resting on your hip. “I’d ask you why you’re so determined to keep me awake,” he deadpanned, his lips twitching with a suppressed smile.  

You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “I’m serious!”  

“Alright, alright,” he relented, the mirth in his eyes softening as he considered your question. “I’d ask my third-grade teacher if she really lost my homework or if she just didn’t like me.”  

You burst out laughing, the sound muffled by the way you buried your face into his chest. “That’s what you’d waste your question on?”  

“Don’t judge me,” he said with mock indignation, his fingers trailing absent patterns on your back. “It’s haunted me for years.”  

Your laughter subsided into a warm giggle as you tilted your head up to look at him. “Fine. My turn. I’d ask my mom if she’s proud of me. Like… really proud. Not just the ‘I’m your mom, so I have to say it’ kind of proud.”  

Pedro’s hand stilled on your back, his gaze softening as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “She’s proud of you, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “And so am I. Always.”  

The weight of his words wrapped around your heart, a comforting balm that eased the ache of self-doubt. You nuzzled closer, your fingers curling around his as you let the quiet stretch between you for a moment.  

Moments later, you broke the silence again, your voice a whisper in the dark. “When I was little, I thought my toys came alive when I wasn’t looking. Like Toy Story. Honestly, I still kinda think they do.”  

Pedro let out a deep laugh, his chest shaking beneath you as he pulled you even closer. “I wouldn’t put it past them,” he said, his voice warm with amusement. “Your stuffed bunny? Definitely a troublemaker.”  

You giggled, your heart feeling impossibly light as his hand returned to its slow, soothing patterns on your back.  

The conversation drifted into comfortable nonsense, the kind of midnight musings that didn’t need to make sense but brought a certain kind of intimacy only shared in the quiet hours of the night.  

Finally, as your eyelids grew heavy and your words faded into murmurs, Pedro pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. “Goodnight, mi amor,” he whispered, his voice soft and steady.  

In his arms, with the world outside forgotten, you felt safe. Loved. His heartbeat was the only rhythm you needed as you drifted into sleep, a love like no other holding you steady through the night.

[fulltulips]

bed chem - l.dh ; part o n e

description: what happens when you finally come face to face with the one and only notorious playboy!haechan...? you can't help but wonder your bed chem with him.

pairing: lee haechan x fem reader

genres: fluff, smut, college au

warnings: alcohol and smoking mentions, pet names, kissing, vulgarities, suggestive sexual activities, drunk mentions, reader uses her/she pronouns

author's note:

hihii !! this is my first ever post... so please be nice and I hope you enjoy this ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ♡ recently i’ve been listening to short n sweet album !! and i love bed chem sooooooo much ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ so i got the idea of writing this fic !! do lmk if you guys might want a entire series of short n sweet with other members hehe

location: home

“come onnnn y/n! i promised the dreamies i would be there at the party at mark’s houseee!” renjun whined as he tugged on your cherry patterned silk pyjamas.

“okay…go then?? i don’t understand why i would have to go with you??” you lazily said as you continued watching bridgerton without sparing renjun a glance.

“because you’re my best friend? and plus the dreamies have been wanting to meet my housemate for so long!”

ever since college began a year ago, renjun was in search of a place to stay in and luckily then you were in search of a housemate.

it was awkward in the beginning to say the least…

you had never lived with a boy your entire life until college but luckily renjun was the nicest guy ever, you guys instantly clicked and became great friends.

well renjun could’ve stayed with his dreamies friends that you’ve never met but renjun claims it’s too dirty and messy to live with 6 other boys.

you wouldn’t even dare to imagine the chaos…

“okay but what’s in it for me if i go?” you sighed, finally turning over to look at renjun.

“you’ll finally step out of the house and interact like a normal social functioning human?” renjun sarcastically replied giving the most “duhh” face.

although that was sarcastic, it was true… you hadn’t stepped out of the house since the semester break had began last week.

you’ve just been lazing at home with the same routine everyday.

you woke up in the late afternoons, ate lunch, binged watch your favourite shows till midnight before you finally ate your dinner and continued watching shows till you fell asleep.

the only person you communicated in the past week was only renjun but he was always out and about.

a huge difference between the two of you…

you were definitely comfortable but upon hearing renjun’s statement made you realise just how much you’ve been living like a cavewoman…

“fine! i’ll go with you… ONLY because i cant keep living like a cavewoman…” you finally stood up from the couch and got to your room to change and get ready.

“10minutes is all you get y/n!” renjun yelled.

pfft… 10minutes? in his dreams…

20 minutes later

“y/n! YOU MUST MAKE HASTE!!” renjun yelled.

(bridgerton reference hehe)

“i’m ready!! geez calm down renjun” you walked out of your room in a sheer white babydoll dress as you finished touching up on your lip tint .

“gosh i could fly back and forth between korea and china and you still wouldn’t have finished getting ready” renjun joked erupting laughter from both of you.

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location: mark’s house, at the party

the moment renjun and you had arrived at the party…

my oh my… you could feel the bass vibrations of the music through your ears and the ground.

it was obvious this is mark’s house.

with vibrant neon flashing lights shined and lighted up the house as the lights peeked it’s way out of the windows giving the dark neighbourhood some sort of lighting.

you couldn’t imagine how badly your eyes were gonna hurt the moment you stepped into the party.

“hey! renjun you’re finally came!” a pretty boy with the biggest grin welcomed renjun.

“i would’ve been here earlier if miss given 10 minutes didn’t take so long…” renjun complained.

man… this dude won’t ever let this slide anymore…

“oh? she’s your housemate? you didn’t tell me she’s this beautiful? hi ! i’m na jaemin nice to meet you” jaemin introduced himself with sparkles in his eyes.

warmth crept up your cheeks as you’ve never had someone directly compliment you like this.

“hi…? im y/n… nice to meet you?” you shyly greeted back feeling nervous while jaemin held the most intense eye contact with you while you were mess looking everywhere but jaemin in the eye.

“you’re so cute like a tiny bear! gosh i would keep you in my pockets if i could!!” jaemin grinned and patted your head.

you could feel even more warmth rushing up this time round.

“okay jaems i don’t need you flirting with my housemate. my house is the last place i need you to be in” renjun rolled his eyes as jaemin held his hands up as if he was surrendering.

you chuckled lightly loving their friendship banter.

“let’s go find the others they’re waiting! come on little bear” jaemin told renjun as he slung his arm around your shoulders.

although it felt weird having a arm around your shoulder with a random dude you just met… it made the party felt less taunting honestly.

squeezing pass a body of strangers was the worst feeling ever but having jaemin’s arm to guide you made you felt safer while you could smell the beer coming from jaemin’s breath.

“alright guys! meet y/n! she is renjun’s housemate” jaemin stopped in front a place with a couch and a few beanbags placed with 4 other boys there.

you shyly waved at them

“hi!! im chenle nice to finally meet you!! ya! jisung quick say hi” chenle excitedly nudged this tall guy sat beside him which you assumed to be jisung.

“hi im jisung…” he muttered

“don’t worry about jisung he’s quite shy with new people” jaemin whispered to you as he stood beside you.

“hi jisung! nice to meet you” you mustered the friendliest greeting you could give and waved at jisung which he returned.

“hi y/n ! im jeno” jeno introduced as he smiled forming crescent moons gathering attention to the beautifully placed mole beneath his eye.

“ayo wassup im mark! you can mark me in your hea-”

“ok that’s enough mark!!” everyone interrupted mark’s introduction.

“aw dude i was hoping to say it once tonight” mark sulked as he took another sip from his red cup.

you couldn’t help but laugh at their silliness.

“wait where’s haechan hyung?” jisung questioned.

“probably sucking off a girl’s face or smoking right now” renjun said like it was the most natural thing ever.

“whatever he’ll find his way back later. come sit y/n !! do you want a drink? i can get it for you”chenle said as he patted the empty seat on the couch beside you.

“oh that’s okay i can get it myself! does anyone want anything from the kitchen?” you smiled appreciating the offer from chenle before you asked the group.

everyone shook their heads with some saying thanks.

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you squeezed past the bodies of strangers again with random turns and passes until you finally found the kitchen.

but of course… another obstacle was in your way…

like a literal obstacle.

two humans making out in-front of the fridge making it impossible to get your drink.

you coughed lightly in hopes of getting their attention…

nothing.

“excuse me…?” you softly said.

still nothing.

“uhm hi… if you could just excuse me-” you said as you tapped the guy’s shoulders.

“what?” he scoffed, rolled his eyes before he finally faced you.

‘i was in a sheer dress the day that we met’

you felt the world stopped.

the music tuned out and you could feel your breathe stolen away.

you were faced with a guy with beautiful honey skin and a pair of the softest brown eyes despite the heavy smudged eyeliner.

he had beauty marks on his face that formed constellations.

he towered over you allowing his scent to engulf you. it was mix of woody scent, alcohol and cigarettes.

he stood tall as he dressed in in a black singlet and jeans with a classic black leather jacket over his shoulders.

the girl he made out with was long gone, it was just the two of you staring at each other in the kitchen.

it was safe to say you were attracted to this man in-front of you knowing well he screamed bad news.

the longer he stood and looked at you, his eyes softened.

you stood in-front of him, doe eyed, full of innocence in your white sheer dress and your pink pouty lips.

“fuck…” he thought in his head.

the same you thought. from just his appearance you could feel wetness pooling in your pink laced thongs.

you couldn’t help but wondered what was your bed chem with him.

he was the complete opposite of you, he embodied bad news, he was dark and mysterious, like a thunderstorm.

but you were different, you were alluring, you were like a breeze in a garden on spring day, like a breath of fresh air.

“cat got your tongue love?” he finally broke the silence.

“huh..oh.. uhm i just wanted to get a drink from the fridge sir?” you stuttered as you looked down at the ground barely gathering any courage to speak up.

weirdly the endearment felt so smooth when he called you as if he has always called you in that your entire life.

he found you so adoring.

but the way you said sir, made him felt something in him stir.

“did you just call me sir?” he questioned feeling intrigued.

“well… i don’t know your name” you finally looked up at him.

“don’t go around calling any guy sir randomly love. you don’t know what it does.” he leaned forward closing the distance between both your faces as he cups your face in his rough hand.

what a hypocrite this man was calling you love…

you could smell the mix of alcohol and cigarettes in his breath, which you usually hate but somehow you didn’t mind when it was with him.

“yo hyuck! finally i found you come be my beer pong partner- oh? y/n you finally met haechan!”

‘we were both in a rush we talked for a sec’

‘your friend hit me up so we could connect’

oh… so he’s renjun’s friend… haechan… haechan… hyuck?

haechan removed his hand from your cheeks, somehow you felt sad from the loss of comforting warmth from him.

“haechan this is y/n! she’s renjun’s housemate” mark staggered his way over to you and swinging his arm across your shoulders clearly losing his senses to alcohol soon.

“alright let’s get going beer pong championship achiever” haechan rolled his eyes as he removed mark’s arm from your shoulders.

“lessgooooooo!” mark excitedly exclaimed as he exited the kitchen to the beer pong table.

“i’ll see you around love” he patted your head with a smirk on his face and left with a wink.

blush crept up to your cheeks, you could feel yourself physically feeling hotter.

you quickly got your drink from the fridge and left to sit on the couch with the rest of the dreamies.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚

but the whole night you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander towards haechan standing at the beer pong table.

with the occasional glances and winks haechan would give you was not safe for your heart.

there was no denying you found haechan attractive.

but how could it be when you just met him?

“y/n? you good? you’ve been staring at haechan?” chenle questioned.

you’ve been exposed.

“oh? no i wasn’t… i think i’m just tired i tend to usually blank out” what in the stupidest excuse.

“aite it’s time to head back stoned y/n! let’s goooo” renjun stood up from the beanbag and walked towards the door.

“whaaaaat we just met stay longer little bear!” jaemin whined with rosy cheeks and eyes that were barely focusing on you anymore.

“sorry guys it’s late i should head back now… we can hang out sometime soon again tho” you suggested with a smile on your face.

jeno smiled and gave a okay sign with his hands before he waved bye.

before you could even step out of the house, a hand grabs your wrist.

you turned to find haechan holding onto you.

“leaving so soon love?” he cocked his eyebrow as he bent down to reach your height, making both of you face to face now.

you stumbled back a little, shock from the barely existent distance between the two of you.

haechan’s hands found it’s way behind your waist supporting you from tripping. you felt your breathe hitched from the contact.

his hands were warm but the silver rings he had on gave a cold touch to your waist. you love his touch, you craved for it and wished to be held by him as long as you can.

you couldn’t help but wonder how his touch would feel all around your body, playing with your tits as his other hand fingers you making you cum all over his fingers.

and watching him lick your cum all off his fingers and your pussy.

“i bet we would have really good bed chem…” you thought to yourself.

as you looked into his eyes this time, it held softness and sincerity different from when you had first met. you could feel his hot breath against you while you were quite literally holding onto your breath.

he smelled so good, you just wanted to be around him all day but you had to remind yourself, you had just met.

“yea it’s getting late and renjun’s already waiting so…”

“before you go…” he hands you his phone with his keypad on display.

you looked at him with questions in your eyes.

“what’s your phone number love? i need to keep in contact with you don’t i?” haechan chuckles as he jokingly uses his finger to push your forehead.

he looks so good smiling, like a bright sun on a cloudy day.

“oh! you could get it from renjun tho…” you said while keying in your phone number on his phone.

“if i get it from renjun, i wouldn’t have a chance to talk to you right now don’t i? and i wouldn’t be able to give you this.”

“huh? give wha-” suddenly you felt a pair of warm lips on your forehead.

“goodnight sweet dreams love. get home safe, text me when you’re home” he smiles and ruffles your hair.

oh haechan… what are you doing to my heart…

[alphajocklover]

Can we see the Alpha turning a couple of gay betas who used to be boyfriends into pussy obsessed straight bros?

Someone clearly saw my post about Alphas and sexuality. When I talk about Alphas I usually talk about them in general terms, since getting close and personal with an Alpha is practically begging to get turned into their beta. I usually don’t name names or get into specifics. But since you asked…

Meet Alvin and Benny. They’re boyfriends, or at least they were when this photo was taken. They used to be a loving couple. Alvin, the bigger one, loved to travel and dreamed of taking a trip to Paris. He was an outgoing, friendly guy who was always very kind. Benny, the shorter one, was slightly less social, being painfully shy. Still he had a good heart, loved to write, and once you got to know him he was the funniest person you’d ever meet. Alvin and Benny were great together, being an ideal couple. They brought out the best of each other and supported eachother in everything.

And then they met Cal.

Neither of them really remember how Cal came into their lives? Was he their new neighbor? No, that wasn’t right. Was he Alvin’s new coworker? That didn’t ring true either. Maybe he was Benny’s childhood friend who had come out of the woodwork? Whoever he was, he quickly integrated into their lives. It started off with small things, like skipping drag brunch with their other gay friends to hang out with Cal, or eating a salad instead of a donut because Cal suggested they try to eat healthier. But things escalated quickly, as they usually do with Alphas. Soon Al and Ben, as they now liked to be called, were working out like crazy because they wanted to keep up with Cal. They started talking differently, using words like bro and dude almost constantly, because Cal talked like that, and they were Cal’s bros. They quickly started to forget they were ever anything but Cal’s bros, his betas. Still, through it all, they stayed a couple. It was… weird. Cal was kind of impressed honestly. Usually by the time someone became a beta they lost all interest in relationships with anyone but their Alpha. But these two… they had hung onto it, despite everything. It was impressive… and it pissed Cal off. He didn’t mind that they were gay, but he fucking hated that they were still resisting him. He was their fucking Alpha, and they were his Betas. He should have complete control over them. But he was confident in his powers, like all Alphas are.

So he made a game of it.

He decided to see how far he could push them, how many changes they could handle while still being a gay couple. It wasn’t hard to increase their libidos, nor was it hard to give them an intense urge to fuck pussy. It took 3 months for the changes to finalize, and Cal found it hilarious to watch the two former fags slowly transform, how they’d insist they were gay while also bragging to eachother and Cal about all the pussy they were getting. How they were still convinced they were boyfriends when the closest they’d get to being intimate now is when they’d spit roast a bimbo together on their cocks. In the end there never was never an exact moment where they went from gay to straight. Overtime they just slowly forgot that that was what they used to be. They didn’t think about it anymore. Their relationship with their Alpha was far more important than their relationship with each other after all. And if their Alpha wanted two pussy obsessed straight douchebags, that was what he’d get.

Maybe Cal would let them be a couple again one day. Or maybe he’d make them both into his personal cock suckers. But for now Cal was happy to watch the former fags act like a couple of straight bros. All for him.

**Another Gay to Straight story, this time taking place is my ‘Alpha with a Capital A’ world. I love it when people ask me to expand on the stuff I’ve made, and I had fun writing this. Hope you liked it! If anyone ever wants to see me expand more on anything I’ve written before, just ask!**

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 200!!!

(huge thanks to this person for the art suggestion!! <3)

I genuinely can’t believe that I’ve made it to 200 days, it’s truly been wild how time flies by like that and the amount of doodles I’ve made during that time. Over 200 doodles (217 to be exact if we’re counting double pictures/extra doodles) have been made over the past 200 days. :0

And thank you all so much for the love and support! Not only have we reached 200 days but also 1400+ followers about a week ago! <3

But, having said that I’d like to make a few announcements—some good, some not so great—about a few things regarding the blog, myself, and other stuff.

Putting it all under the cut so the post isn’t long if you’d like to know more

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Announcements!

My pfp!

1.) I’ll be changing my pfp again!! I’ve officially decided that after every 100 days or so I’ll change up the pfp so it’s up to date with my doodle style (assuming it changed at all lol), but generally it’ll look relatively the same as the last!

Possibly more admins?

2.) As of right now I’m looking into the idea/possibility of having a second (maybe third?) person help me with daily doodles! As much as I’d like to keep doodling everyday there are some days that it can be tough or some situation might be happening. (i.e. recently got injured)

See, the problem is I don’t exactly have a proper way of trying this out??? My idea was to maybe do this through dms or more preferably Google Forms. I also don’t really know what form of communication afterward would be best either, suggestions to help me work this out would be great! (as you can tell I’m not very good at this stuff lol)

Commissions!

3.) After much consideration and a lot of thought, I’ve decided that in the near future, I’ll be opening commissions again for the first time in years. I don’t have everything set up quite yet, but expect more info in the near future!

About requests:

4.) You may have noticed recently that I haven’t been doing as many doodle requests recently. Sure, there’s usually quite a few in a row at once but you may have noticed I’ve also been doing “non-requested” doodles aka ones that I just do on my own.

Expect this to become a very normal thing going forward. I probably won’t be doing as many requests as before because frankly with the amount of requests I get daily when it’s open is a lot to handle sometimes. Does this mean requests will be stopped entirely? No, I’ll still do some occasionally, but not as much as I have in the past.

Also I’ll likely be doing strictly anonymous requests.

About Burnout:

5.) Alright let’s address the elephant in the room.

There have been quite a few instances where people have wondered if I would ever have burnout and have occasionally joked about “dying” from said burnout because “Silksong will never release, you’ll be doing this forever” etc etc.

In the past I’ve been fine, motivation has been great, but recently I’ve noticed it a little bit.

Unfortunately life has its own plans so it can be a little hard for me to make a doodle that day, expecially recently since I’ve been experiencing personal/medical issues. It’s part of the reason I’m hoping to get a second (maybe third) person to help me do daily doodles so I can take a little bit of the load off my shoulders.

So what does this mean for this blog?

Not much right now. But in the future, there may be some changes. My current plan is to keep going on daily doodles/posts for the length of a standard year, so roughly 365 days. After that, if things in personal life keep up the way they have, I may have to stop daily doodles and instead will post only if I have time. That likely means doodles every other day or every three days or something. At the very least I’ll still post a doodle once a week.

Not to worry though! I’ll still try my best even after I reach day 365 :)

I’ll discuss how things work a little more on my main @miizori later, but that’s as much as I can think to explain rn.

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Just a few more things I wanted to say!

This community has been so cool to interact with, so much tamer than some others I’ve been apart of in the past. I’m genuinely thankful for how much support and how nice everyone has been. I truly didn’t expect to get this far, I was fully expecting to have stopped like 10 doodles in lol. I especially love to see all your comments in the tags and people sharing their art. You’re all so cool :)))

I have a dtiys from back when I reached 300 followers that’s still available if you’re feeling up to it!

Also my main (again, @miizori) is where I make updates on doodle stuff, regular art stuff and so on if you’re interested at all in that lol

I think that’s all that I can remember wanting to say, so thanks!! I look forward to more doodles for you all :)

[lianaloverr]

I Wanna Be More Than A Friend/Drunken Confessions

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Colby have always had some tension between your friendship, but one night and a party, a drunken Colby confesses his desires.

Warnings: fluff, drinking, smoking, kissing

Word Count: 1.2k

My gif!

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Hiiiii! I’m so sorry i haven’t posted a fiction in a while! I hope y’all still with me! Anyways sit back and enjoy!

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“Hey girl you almost ready?” your friend Alexia said from down the hallway. “Yea! I just gotta put on my earrings.” you say.

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You and your friend Alexia are getting ready to go to a party set up by your best friends Sam and Colby. You’ve known those since you guys were 16 and still are stuck together till this day. However, you and Colby have chemistry together. Everybody knew had a crush on each other but just never wanted to admit it. Honestly you couldn’t deny you had feelings for him, but u never thought he liked you. You liked him very much, but you didn’t want to ruin the seemingly perfect you guys had if you got rejected.

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A tap on your shoulder knocked you out of your thoughts and it was Alexia asking you if you were ready to go. “Girl, you ready to go?” she said. “Mhm yea.”

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Colby’s POV

“Hey Sam! What time does the party start again?” I yelled out. “9!” he yelled back. “oh crap I only have 20 minutes to get myself ready.” I say. As i’m getting ready, Sam walks in the room. “Ooo getting a little fancy i see?” Sam says as i’m putting on my rings. “umm i guess so.” i say kinda confusing knowing damn well what i was doing. “Yea.. I know and i’m pretty sure everyone else knows who you’re getting all dressed up for.” Sam says in a suggestive tone. “Uhh who?” i ask. Sam just looks at me like i’m stupid, then he walks out.

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I acted clueless but i knew exactly who he was talking about. Y/n has been my best friend and Sam’s since we were 16. We always stuck with each other through thick and thin, she was by our side when Sam had his car crash, she was by our side when I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and made my first song, she was there for most of ur heartbreaks and basically everything. Of course we were there for her too, but we wouldn’t trade her for the world.

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She’s amazing. She’s beautiful. She’s helpful. She is quite literally the most perfect girl i’ve ever met. I can’t lie, i’ve had a crush on her for a while, but never expressed it due to fear of rejection, then our friendship be ruined. “Hey Colby, party’s about to start.” i hear Sam say but he walks out of the room before I can look at him. I guess I should start heading downstairs.

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Y/n ’s POV

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You and Alexia start pulling up into the house’s driveway. Just looking at it for the 1000th time makes you even more proud of your two best friends for how much they worked for it over the years. You see your friend Clara sitting outside smoking a cigarette. Once you get out the car you go over to her and ask her how she’s doing. “Not so great, my boyfriend just broke up with me.” she says. “Oh really? I’m so sorry to hear that girl.” you responded. “Yea, i’m glad I was invited to this party so i can keep my mind off of it. Thanks for bringing it up again.” she looked at you. “Sorry girl.” you say as you walk into the house.

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As you step into the house you see a bunch of strobing lights and loud music playing. “Hey girl i’m gonna go find some cute boys, wanna come with?” Alexia says to you as she passes by. “Mm nah. I’m gonna go look for Sam and Colby.” you tell her. “Mkay babe, i’ll be on the dance floor if you need me.” She says as she walks away.

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As you walk through the hallways that are drowned in red solo cups and burnt cigarette ash, a guy walks up to you. “Hey, your really pretty, wanna dance?” since you had been looking for Sam and Colby for a while, you thought it would be nice to take a break. “Uh yea, sure!” you say to the boy. He walks you out to the dance floor and you start dancing. “So, what’s your name?” you ask. “Leo, you?” he says. “Y/n.” you respond. “Pretty name.” he comments. As you and the boy are dancing, you can’t help but feel a little bit guilty. You had your eyes on one boy only but it felt like you were giving it up so easily with this dance. Even though you doubted he liked you back, you swore up and down you could see Colby from the corner of your eye, and he looked… jealous? “Hey, i’ll be right back.” you tell Leo. “Oh, okay.” he says.

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As you start looking for Colby since he disappeared, you bump into sam. “Have you seen colby?” you ask the blond haired boy. “Oh i think he went upstairs, and hi to you too.” he says. “Sorry, hey sam.” you say as you hug him, he had the smell of alcohol all over him. “see you’ve been having fun.” you tell him. “Oh yea” he laughs. “Well i’m gonna go find Colby, see ya later.” you say. “Adios!” Sam says and you chuckle.

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As you walk upstairs, you hear the music dying down as you head further. Upstairs, you check every room to find Colby, but he wasn’t there. The last room you didn’t check was the game room. When you walk in, you see a Colby downing bottle after bottle. “Hey Colby! Are you trying to kill yourself?!” you say as you take the bottles away, including the one he was drinking. “Why do you care?” Colby says slurring his words. “Of course i’m gonna care, you’re my best friend.” you tell him. “I wish i was more.” he says. “….. What?” you ask. “You heard me.” he says. “Colby, you’re just drunk.” you say, not believing him. “No, I know exactly what i’m saying. Y/n, i’ve been in love with you since.. forever. You so perfect and much too good for me. You’ve just always been there and it makes me fall even harder.” he confesses. “.. Colby.” you whisper. “What i’m trying to say is, I wanna be more than a friend.”

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You flutter your eyes open as you see sunlight flooding into the room. as you yawn and think about what happened, you turn to the other side of the bed and see a passed out Colby shirtless and hair ruffled up. As you sit there admiring him, he wakes up and looks at you. “What happened last night?” he asks in a deep, sleepy voice. “Drunken confessions.” you respond. “What?” he says. “Colby, i like you. Scratch that, I think I love you. you everything I need in life and i think we would be the perfect coup-“ before you could finish, you feel a soft pair of lips land on yours. It feels like heaven, but the heaven doesn’t last long when he pulls away. “Y/n?” he says. “Hmm?” you ask. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks you. “Of course Colby.” you respond. When you say that, he grabs your hips and pulls you to spoon him. you lay like that until you both drift back off to sleep.

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Hiii! I hoped you liked my story! I’m sorry it took so long for it to come out, didn’t know what to write about a love story lol. Thank y’all for sticking with me. Byeeeee!!!

Masterlist

[sleepy-spacetronaut]

Pilot Project : Vogelfrei, a Gravity falls Fanfic Idea

(POST DATESTAMP: post started on December 8, 2024)

Start note: If some of you remember my post about a potential fanfic with the Handyman Bill Au , then I have great news! Not only have I settled on a title, but the story is lining up for a potentially elaborate sequel! While the first story will mostly be written in a traditional sense, I decided to experiment with comic making for the follow-up story. After mind-boggling hours of search for a pleasant closure to the initial story (for which leaving an open ending seemed tasteless), making a sequel was a rather exciting idea. From all the stories I’ve ever wrote, rarely any had been turned into a duology, let alone one in comic format. Additionally, the sequel will require a lot more world building, unlike the first story, it will loosely follow the bases of the gravity falls books (TBOB and the Adventures) rather than the show.

Fanfic Idea in Brief Details

Title: Vogelfrei/ Pilot Project Vogelfrei

Placeholder title : Tears So Hot They Make The Universe Burn (No comment about the terrible acronym this title would have gotten.)

Expected length : ~15-20K words to begin with (book 1)

The plot : see here for a draft of the plot idea, however it is not up-to-date -> a fresh version with an adequate summary will be posted later.

Pairings? : Billford(One-sided then QPR), Fidauthor (Also QPR) Melody/Soos, Fiddleford/Stanley, Ford & Old Goldie* (briefly).

*canonically, Ford is married to the golden statue because of Stan usurping his name, no one’s happy about it. They get a divorce, much to Stanley’s dismay.

Production: what to expect ?

To start, all the energy I get and pour into making fanfiction is bestowed upon me by coffee, the hyper fixation frenzy of an ADHD brain ,and the reading of amazing fanfiction that inspired me to further my ideas into actual, tangible stories. I will do my best to get the story plot down as text before the enchantment of the fixation flies away, as if I ever lose the interest,the whole house of cards comes tumbling down.

Pacing of the production : I have both the general outlines for Vogelfrei and its sequel ready, with a little luck I will get the first story down through the winter holidays, if not, it will stretch until around June for the completion. The sequel will be produced immediately after the first story is finished.

Comics and artworks: I have recently experimented with 6-10 panel comic strips on my iPad, but I am better at making traditional art. So there will be digital and paper drawn doodles peppered here and on AO3 once the process is started. I will have separate batches of art, one which will contain art directly related to the plot , and another with ‘extras’, labeled accordingly.

Answers to any other inquiries you might have

TBOB and Gravity Falls series compatibility -> will I get spoilers?

If you’re new to the fandom and haven’t seen the whole series yet, I suggest to finish it first and skim over the GF wiki , for context of how Bill ends up in the Theraprism. I haven’t gotten my hands on much of TBOB except some pages and ideas here and there, therefore it probably wont be much of a spoiler—There however will be lots of contradictions, especially with TBOB.

2. Audience ratings

Both are 16+ in my opinion, if you are younger and choose to read regardless of the warnings, that is up to you. Thought keep in mind there will be a significant amount of swearing, some depictions of substance abuse (alcohol mostly, but also some other stuff), self-harm, violence (verbal and physical) and suicidal thoughts (briefly towards the end the first story). In any case, I will add a CW/TW notice when time comes.

3. Asks/Fanart

Questions, comments, music suggestions and fanart are all very welcome! I’m mostly writing this for myself to satisfy cravings, but I’d be glad to know that it also made someone else smile.

End note : Soon the winter holidays will begin and so will my writing, hopefully, I will get the time to do half of the story. I will post here and on AO3, but most of the art will link back to my blog. If , in the end, the story gets to monopolize my tumblr, I will make a separate blog for it to keep this one from getting too cluttered. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to ask!

P.S.: In parallel to this story, I am working on another Gravity falls Au, called Rewind the Timeline, for which I intend to write a short historical fanfiction which will span from the late 18th century throughout the 21st century. It will be focused on Bill’s perspective a lot more than Vogelfrei, which will have some shifts in point of view. You can find the fic idea on my pinned post.

[tinietaehyun]

Oh, Lover Boy.

[Bf!Hueningkai x Reader] [Post-College!AU] [One-shot]

Pairing: Bf!Hueningkai x Reader

Genres: Post-College!AU, romance, fluff, slice of life, just a feel good and cute fic!

Contains: Profanity, suggestive dialogue/themes.

Link: MASTERLIST

Note: Recommended to listen to “Invitation” by JUNNY (Feat. Gaeko), to really get into the vibe! Something short and sugary sweet, in comparison to my usual longer one-shots.

Summary: With your hellish final year college exams over with; both you and your boyfriend needed time to catch up and unwind from the stresses of life during your break together. What better way to start things off than staying at home, cuddling together whilst binge-watching your favourite show, or- well trying to binge-watch it. It’s not your fault you couldn’t resist his puppy-eyed gaze and sweet kisses!

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You squeal in utter joy watching the main couple on screen finally kiss (that so very passionately, you may add!) in your new favourite show. You’d been waiting for this; it’s been half a season already! “Finally,” you grin almost feeling your cheeks hurt and your heart flutter from the way the couple on screen hold each other.

“What? They finally kissed, hm?” A very familiar voice calls out from the kitchen. You yelp, “Yeah, you missed it. I’ve been waiting ages; genuinely, I was beginning to get worried they’d never get together!” You hear your boyfriend chuckle amongst the clatter of kitchen utensils. The aroma of the food he’s making wafts into your nostrils; incredible!

You call out with a smirk, “Wow, you’re not burning something for once,” a chuckle escapes your lips as he scoffs loudly. “I’m not that bad at cooking you know. I can hold my own.” Rolling your eyes, you hum in reminiscence, “Remember that one time, two months ago when we stayed at-“

“Shut it, y/n. Don’t be mean,” he whines making you cackle atrociously. It wasn’t your fault, that Huening Kai wasn’t exactly a great cook. Making anything above cup noodles, ramen and coffee was entering dangerous territory in relation to Huening Kai. That was why you mostly supervised him in the kitchen but today he was adamant that you let him in the kitchen to cook himself. You wonder how he survived during your college days - then again his roommates: Taehyun and Yeonjun probably saved his ass from starving or living off takeout.

You snort and he scoffs once more, “I know you’re laughing at me.” Humming playfully, you respond, “How’d you guess?” You can almost hear him roll his eyes, “From the gargantuan snort you let out, you pig.” You gawk at his insult, “Is that how you insult the love of your life?”

“You’re insulting my cooking skills!” He calls out in a playfully offended tone.

At this point the rest of the episode you were watching becomes background noise. You coo, “Oh come on baby, I didn’t mean it. I was just joking around.” Kai snorts in response and replies, “Sure, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, love.”

A giggle escapes your lips; you were cheesing hard. You loved pestering and annoying him; his reactions were always so adorable and endearing! You made sure to never cross the line though; you’d never dream of hurting Huening Kai ever. This man only ever deserved the absolute best.

His personality was sweet, soft even. Almost akin to a clingy puppy at times. He could keep up with your teasing, even teasing you back creating for humorous banter and bickering between the two of you. Not to mention, his insanely good music skills, you were lucky to have him. You remember how he often serenaded you to sleep, or wrote songs for your birthdays and especially last year; he produced a song dedicated to you for your third anniversary together. You knew he had a tender heart, a soft spot for animals, for you. A pure soul, one that enjoyed every moment of life.

“Kai, you almost done?” You call out. “Yeah, give me a sec. Just got to turn off the cooker and clean the counters a little,” he hums back. You twist yourself back around to face the screen and realise you’d missed quite a few minutes when you suddenly see the main female lead crying her eyes out? Damn, what the hell happened? Wasn’t she just with her man, making out a few minutes ago? You shrug to yourself; oh well.

Your eyes dart around the room as your hand finds the remote reversing the episode back to the point you’d left it. It was a relaxing atmosphere with the way the sunset light shone through the curtains in a golden hue giving the room an ethereal and warm glow. A haphazard pale blue blanket was thrown across one of the cushioned chairs to the right of you; the one you had used to cuddle with Kai yesterday. The view outside the main window encompassed dreary cityscape with vehicles passing by and regular pedestrians wearing their summer clothes; majority of them getting back from the beach. You could imagine the light breeze and warm air outside of the fading summer days.

You enjoyed tender and tranquil moments such as these. You and Huening Kai, had finished college a month back right after your hellish final exams. You shudder thinking back to that period of time; so utterly stressful and you barely had time to see each other. It was awful. Luckily, your daily messages, video calls and phone calls kept you going as you both cracked down to study hard. Fortunately, for you both, it seems your persistence and resilience had paid off! You both felt that your results were gonna be pretty good (well you were both trying to manipulate yourselves into a state of positive thinking, at least).

Your eyes gaze over to the potted plant on the window sill pitifully wilting and you can’t help but sigh with a smile, “Oh Kai..” He loved to try new things; often getting carried away with just how much he thinks he can handle. You tended to overwork yourself to the brink of exhaustion; something that Kai had managed to help you control. You helped him with his nervousness and efficiency whilst working. You both balanced each other out; what one doesn’t have, the other has. You were each other’s bases, each other’s home.

Often, you reminisce on how this all started. You still remember the slightly anxious and quiet boy who would be in your lecture hall two rows above you. He was attentive but with the way his eyes constantly met yours; the shared glances and smiles that made your heart flutter; you knew you both had a connection. His method of wooing you also made you laugh; it was endearing to say the least.

The way he would always lose his pens and come to you, to ‘borrow a pen,’ and then give it back only to ask for it again the next lecture you had. You had managed to catch on rather quickly what his tactic was; you still remember how flustered his cute and handsome face was! Then, it was followed by you asking him to work with you on an assigned project and the rest was history.

You finally asked him out during one of your study dates and from then on, you had been inseparable throughout the last two years of your degree. From all that educational stress; you both wished to unwind, relax and make up for lost time that you could have spent together; and this summer was perfect time to do it!

Your reverie is broken as you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders and a warm body press into the side of yours. You adjust yourself against him as you lean your head back on his shoulder with a soft smile. Kai murmurs; his voice low yet comforting, “What are you thinking about?” You hum peering at him to the side, “You.”

His eyes widen ever so slightly with a twinkle and his cheeks blossom into a faint reddish hue. “Me?” He questions bashfully, “What about me?” You coo running your hand through his dark brown locks, “Everything about you, love.” Kai clears his throat as he wraps his arms around your waist snuggling into you, “Yeah?” You hum, “Mhm.”

His body heat seeps through your clothes and you relax as the smell of his cologne invades your senses; you loved it - a subtle and sweet tangerine scent. It comforted you. It was on practically all his clothes; even the hoodie you had on right now (technically it wasn’t yours - not that he minded you wearing it, of course!)

Suddenly, he tightens his arms around your waist and hoists you onto his lap. A warmth spreads through your cheeks at the sudden motion. He always did this; yet it got you flustered every damn time!

“What episode is this?” He hum twisting his face back towards the screen. Composing yourself, you reply, “Episode ten, I practically missed half of it though. Still am, now that you’re here.”

His eyes glimmer playfully, “Why? Am I distraction?” You pout, “Yes, you are, Kai. You know that.”

Kai leans in close to your face with a playful smile, “You love it really.” You hum, “Do I?” His nose rubs against yours in a flurry; something you adored about Kai. He’d give these to you often or rub your tummy in the most random moments. He was such a tender and loving soul. Kai places a delicate kiss atop your nose point making your heart soar. You admit defeat, “I do.”

A laugh escapes his lips, “Of course you do.” His eyes flit down to your lips; his pupils dilate ever so slightly. A sly smile graces your face as you lean forward and trail your fingers down his cheek; he noticeably shivers. With that, he presses his lips against yours softly and passionately. Once again, the show continues to run on. At this point you think, you’ll never be able to get past episode ten!

Kai’s lips move with yours softly, slowly; your lips connected in an affectionate and gentle manner. You cup his cheek caressing your thumb against his cheek bone as his fingers slips under the hem of the hoodie to feel your warm, supple skin underneath. His fingers make your body tingle with delight as they draw slow circles against your hips and waist. The moment is raw, tender and passionate. Slow, almost ever so sloppy kisses with him were what you considered the peak of comfort. A way to de-stress and forget about the world around you. It was just you two.

You both part for air, both breathing shakily. You knew if you continued this; you’d never finish the episode, rather you’d end up in another room entirely - the bedroom. His lips trails down your neck as he nips and leaves sweet, seductive kisses along the curve. You whine breathlessly, “Kai, the s-show. This is going to be the third time I rewind it to catch up.” He suckles on your neck gently making you groan. Your fingers entangle into his silky hair. Kai muffles against your neck, “Forget the show.”

“We always do this,” you whine with a chuckle as he separates from your neck and peer at you with the most adorable puppy-dog eyes. You shake your head, “Nope, I’m determined to finish this episode at least. One episode.” You place a kiss onto his forehead as consolation upon seeing the pout on his rosy lips. “Why, you don’t wanna reward your handsome boyfriend for all his hard work cooking today?” You huff, “Of course I do. But I wanna watch this with you! To cuddle with you.”

Recently, Huening Kai had gotten an internship at a producing company and so you couldn’t as spend as much time out as you’d have liked. Though, you were incredibly happy for him! Kai was phenomenally talented in regard to music; everything from producing, songwriting and playing various instruments from which you could see with the guitar case that leant against the wall beside his keyboard.

“Oh? My sweetheart wants to cuddle, then cuddle, we shall.” You release giggle placing your hands over his forearms as he wraps his arms around you tightly once more. He nuzzles into your neck with a playful smirk, “We always have tonight after all, to do what we both really want.” Your eyes widen as you become flustered by his cheeky remark giving him a playful smack, “Kai!”

He shrugs innocently peering up at you, “What? It’s the truth, no? You weren’t complaining yesterday?” You whine crashing your head into his shoulder in embarrassment; a burst of desire courses through you. “Okay, okay, I get it, love,” you huff out making him cackle.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered. It’s my only defence against your teasing, honestly,” he grins. You peer up with a mischievous glare, “Just you wait…” Kai bites his lower lip in anticipation, “Oh believe me, I will…” You peer over our shoulder seeing the credits of the episode and you groan, “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Kai bursts out laughing at your frustrated expression, “Oh too bad.” You pout, “We were supposed to watch it together, this episode is apparently really good.” He hums, “According to who?” You huff, “According to Twitter, my friends.” Kai shakes his head, “Ah yes, very reliable and unbiased sources.” You scoff, “Oh shut it, you like this show too. I’ve seen the way you peek over whenever you pretend you’re working.”

Kai feigns offence, “Pretend I’m working? Excuse me?” You hum, “I’ve seen you flip through the same music sheet four times every time you look up at the screen whenever I watch a drama.” A slightly embarrassed expression coats his features and he scoffs back, “I just get easily distracted, is all.” You laugh running your fingers through his hair on the back of his head. He closes his eyes in repose and contentment. Kai always liked you playing with his hair; as you liked it when he played with yours.

Kai requests adorably, “Can we switch? I wanna lie my head on your lap?” You have to stop your heart bursting from your rib cage. “Of course, love,” you speak softly as you get up and he stands with a dazed smile on his face. Your heart twists and churns; he looked at you with so much love and adoration. God, you loved him so much. You wouldn’t know what to do without him, really.

Kai lies his head down onto your lap and you caress his forehead; his honey-toned skin glows under the hue of the sunset. Your fingers make their way through his hair and he nestles into your lap comfortably with his eyes closing. He murmurs, “I love moments like this…” You hum, “Me too, love.” A smile appears on his face; almost goofy. It makes you giggle in response.

He takes your other hand intertwining his fingers with yours giving it a squeeze. Kai softly speaks, “Love you, sweetheart.” Genuinely smiling down at him, you reply, “Love you too, Kai.” He nuzzles into your stomach making you laugh; he knew you were ticklish. Huening Kai was perfect in every aspect, you could ask for no one better.

“You’re perfect,” he suddenly utters opening his eyes. Your heart jumps and twists in joy, “I could say the same, love.” A blush paints his cheeks faintly. Kai questions, “What about episode ten?” You snort, “We’ll watch it another time.” He pouts, “Sorry…” You chuckle, “Don’t worry about it, I prefer time with you anyway.”

“How about we watch something else?” He suggests. You shrug with a smile, “If you want?” Kai ponders in thought before speaking, “How about we watch that thriller drama, you told me a few weeks ago? Have you started?” You nod, “I watched half of episode one, but had to leave it be due to work. Totally forgot about it. It had such a cool concept!” He grins, “Let’s get to it then,” as he grunts reaching over to grab the remote from the coffee table.

He begins scrolling through the available dramas and you point to it and it begins playing. You both contently focus on the drama for once and are immersed into the plot; as you both discuss the various aspects of the first episode, then the second and then the third. “Fucking hell, this is good,” he gets up from your lap stretching. You nod excitedly, “So good, the actors did such a good job.”

Kai grins, “Your ass would be dead in a heartbeat, if you were in a situation with a killer like that.” You deadpan, “Look who’s talking.” Your stomach rumbles and you huff, “Hungry.” He nods with a teasing smile, “Thought so, come on. We’ll get back to the show afterwards.”

As you both enter the kitchen; the scene becomes wholesomely domestic. You grab some plates as he checks on the food. You peek over his shoulder, “Holy shit, that curry looks amazing.” Kai looks smug at your praise, “Saw this Thai curry recipe on Insta, and just had to try it. It was super simple too.” You hum as you begin serving the curry with rice onto the plates, “Damn, seems you aren’t too bad of a cook, after all.”

Kai wraps his arms around your waist from behind leaning his head atop your right shoulder, “Mm, see? Your boyfriend is somewhat skilled in the kitchen. He can sorta cook, he can sing, play the guitar and piano…hm, the list goes on and on…” Rolling your eyes with a smile, you hum, “Wow, real humble aren’t you?” Kai snorts nuzzling into your neck littering one or two kisses, “What can I say? I’m nothing short of modest.”

“Mhm,” you nod sarcastically as you pick up the steaming plates full of deliciously tempting food. “Let’s get eating, I’m starving!” He says excitedly as you both sit down at the small dining table and tuck in immediately. As expected, it tasted even better than how it looked. You were proud of your boyfriend; he’d made such an excellent meal!

You muffle contently, “So, so good!” He chuckles wiping some curry off the side of your lips, “I can see that.” A smug expression coats his features, “Praise me more.”

You munch on the food; deciding to feed his ego for once to which he responds delightfully to. Afterwards, you both work to clean up. “You did so good. You’ve gotta definitely make that again,” you smile. His eyes glitter, “I’m glad you liked it. I’m super happy.” You smile genuinely at him, “Good job.”

“I’m gonna change into my pyjamas, yeah? Get comfy. What about you?” You ask peering over your shoulder. He nods, “Sure. I’ll do the same. We can continue the drama afterwards.” With that, you both change into some comfortable pyjamas with some bickering and teasing and find yourselves back on the sofa in front of the TV screen wrapped in each other arms, cuddling.

Episode four, episode five pass. You find him immersed into the show and you smile mischievous beginning to roam your hand under his shirt, up along his abdominals. Kai stiffens snapping his head to face you with a sly gaze, “What are you doing?” You hum playfully, “I don’t know, you tell me, love?” His face flushes at your seductive tone. He pouts, “Is this revenge for what I did earlier?” You nuzzle your head into his neck beginning to litter kisses; he shivers making you smile.

“Perhaps it is, love,” you breathlessly murmur against his skin. “Anyway, didn’t you say you were looking forward to tonight?” You inquire coyly. He whines, “You’re so mean. Petty even.” You murmur, “Hypocrite.” His hand trails under your pyjama shirt, “But you’re too difficult to resist…” His eyes meet yours and your lips soon follow melting into each other passionately; a hint of roughness this time.

With you pushing him down onto the sofa; it was clear; episode five was where you’d stop for tonight. His eyes peer up at you with so much love, affection and adoration. You lean down towards his lips with a soft smile, “I love you.”

Kai whispers blissfully looking into your eyes, “Love you too, sweetheart.” Oh, no one could compare to him. Your heart belonged to him and him alone.

It always will. Your sweet, lover boy.

[thunderbunny24]

Is Three Company or a Crowd?

I have had this part written for a bit now, but haven't had time to post. Hope everyone enjoys and thanks again to @storiesforallfandoms for the short story that inspired this story.

Part 5

            Over the next four weeks you were somehow able to have multiple dates with both Matt and Skeet.  Each date left you more interested in each guy yet more confused on what to do and who to choose.  You did make sure to keep the one rule that Matt asked for, but you had some close calls with both men.  You decided that you needed to have a talk with the guys and figure out what to do together, so you invited both over to your house for dinner.  As you were finishing up the preparations for dinner, there was a knock at your door.  You opened it and both guys were standing there.  “Did you come together?”

            They shook their heads and Skeet replied.  “No.  We just happened to pull up at the same time.”  Skeet gave you a hug and a quick peck on the lips, then walked in followed by Matt doing the same.

            “I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed by two guys at basically the same time before.”  You said as you moved all your hair over your left shoulder.  “It feels kind of weird doing that.”

            Matt reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze.  “We both understand the strangeness of our situation right now and have decided to be cool with things like that.”

            “Yeah.”  Skeet reached out for your other hand.  “Because of you, Matt and I have been spending more time together too, so the conversation always makes it way over to our situation.”

            You slightly nodded.  “Well, dinner is in the oven.  Do we all want to go ahead and sit down and talk or save that until after dinner?”

            “Now’s as good a time as any.”  Matt said.  All three of you went and sat down at your kitchen table.  “Why don’t you go first.”

            You bit your lip and looked down at the table.  “Okay.  So, this last month has been great and I’ve loved getting to know you both better.  The problem is, I’m no closer to having a decision made than I was before this whole thing started.  You are both great guys and treat me so well.  Anything that one of you ‘lacks’ the other one has.  I have talked to friends about this, to my dads and even a campus counselor.  I’ve made pros and cons lists.  I’ve googled every article I could find on this situation and I still can’t choose who I want to progress forward with.  So…I wanted to let you both say your piece and hopefully we can figure this all out this evening.”  You started bouncing your leg and avoided eye contact with either man.

            The guys looked at each other and Matt decided to speak first.  “We know this is a super hard decision for you and we have tried our best to not add to that stress.  Like Skeet said, we’ve been spending a lot of time together too and I feel safe to say both of us are head over heels for you too, which doesn’t help at all.”

            You looked over at Skeet as he ran his hands through his hair.  “I agree with what Matt said.  I wish we could make this easier for you.”  You all sat in silence for a bit, then Skeet quietly said, “I do have an idea, but it’s out of the norm.”

            You looked at Matt, who looked confused, then at Skeet.  “I’m open to hearing any suggestions either of you have.”

            Skeet took a deep breath then started to speak.  “How about you don’t decide between us?  How about you keep dating both of us?  But instead of it being two separate couples, we become a throuple.”

            “A throuple?”  Matt tilted his head to the side.

            “Yeah.  We’ll all three be in a relationship together.  We spend most of our time all together, but we also have dates with you, Katy, and even with each other if we want.”  Skeet looked at Matt then back to you.  “We’d have to come up with rules on how to handle it all and it would mean all living together and probably all sharing a bed but…”

            You tapped your finger on the table.  “Are you just wanting to have threesomes?”

            “No, that’s not what this is about but that is something we could discuss if everyone is open to it.  It is something Matt and I have been apart of before.”  Skeet rubbed his beard as you tried to keep from your jaw hitting the floor at this revelation.  “A throuple was something I ran across when I was doing my research on our situation and sounded like it might work for us.”  You and Matt both sat silently, letting things sink in.  “We don’t have to make a final decision tonight on it.  We could just try it out for a week or two and see how it feels.”

            Matt shook his head.  “How would that even work?  The trying it out.”

            Skeet leaned back in his seat.  “Well, we could talk out some ground rules tonight and officially start tomorrow or the next day.  If Katy is cool with it, we could all stay here so that she isn’t forced to live out of a suitcase.”

            You moved your hair over your right shoulder.  “You want to both move in with me for two weeks and try out this throuple thing?”

            “Yeah.”  Skeet said.  “If it works for all of us, then we decide how we want it to look long term and if it doesn’t work, then we are back to you having to decide who you want to be with.”

            You felt like your head was spinning.  “Matt, what do you think about this idea?”

            Matt took a very slow, deep breath.  “I’ve heard of polyamorous relationships before.  Ace even considered one at one point, but I’ve never thought about it being something I might consider for myself before.”  You all three sat silent for a bit until Matt spoke again.  “But Skeet does have a point.  It lets all of us continue to build our relationships instead of having to make a choice none of us are ready to make.  And a trial run lets us dip our toes in without having to jump all the way in.”

            Skeet included, “At the end of the day, you have all the power.”  He pointed to you.  “You can end it whenever you want and you have the first say in anything that happens or any rule that needs to be made.”

            Matt chuckled.  “Skeet and I would basically be brother husbands.”

            You let out a small giggle and shook your head.  You opened your mouth to speak right as the timer buzzed on your oven.  You got up and removed your Mexican lasagna and started dishing out pieces onto the plates you had sitting on your island.  You brought two plates over and sat them down in front of the guys while Matt opened the bottle of wine you had sitting on the table and poured it into the three glasses set out.  You went and got your plate and set it on the table, took a sip of your wine then said, “Okay…I am open to the idea of the three of us being in one relationship, but I can’t say yes or no until I know the rules.”  You took your phone out of your pocket and opened your notes app.  “So, let’s figure those out and then I’ll decide if I’m willing to give this a trial run.”  The guys nodded in agreement, so while you all ate dinner the three of you came up with the rules for this experiment.  When the meal was over you asked the guys to wait in the living room while you cleaned up the kitchen and thought about everything.  On one hand, it felt like a silly choice young people might pick, not two 50-year-olds and a 40-year-old.  On the other hand, it lets you continue to build your relationships, without the no sex rule hanging over your head.  You put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher then walked into the living room where both guys were sitting on your couch, quietly chatting.  You sat down on the coffee table across from the guys.  You reached out to hold each guy’s hand.  You looked up and made eye contact with Skeet, then Matt, then down at your hands holding theirs.  “Okay.  Let’s give this a try.”  You felt Skeet squeeze your hand.  “Come over tomorrow around 7pm and we will get you both settled in.  I’ll get house keys made for you both tomorrow.”

            “Great!”  Skeet exclaimed.

            Matt reached over and put his other hand on your knee.  “Are you sure you are okay with this and want to try it?  I don’t want you to feel forced into anything you don’t want to do.”

            You gave a small nod.  “The only way to see is to try, but I would be lying if I said I’m 100% down for this entire lifestyle change.”  You got up and sat between the boys on the couch.  Matt wrapped his arm around your shoulder and Skeet placed his hand on your thigh.  You let out a sigh.  “Are you two going to try to build a romantic relationship as well?”

            Skeet squeezed your leg.  “I honestly don’t know.  I love Matt and have for almost 30 years, but I’ve never looked at him in a romantic way.  But like Matt said earlier, he and I have been apart of a few threesomes before and I always loved watching Matt take his turn with the girl, so you never know.”

            Matt looked over at Skeet and gave a few blinks.  “You get off watching me with the girl?”

            Skeet shrugged.  “Yeah.  You are so good with your hands and I sometimes wonder what it would feel like if I was your focus instead of the girl.  Not that I’ve ever thought on acting on that before.  Just wondered.”  Skeet let out a small laugh.  “Plus, your dick is huge.  I wouldn’t know what to do with all that.”

            You interrupted.  “Excuse me…what?”

            Matt blushed and nodded.  “I have been very blessed.  But Skeet’s is a nice size too.”

            “I’m always a bit smaller than you, though, in every way.”  Skeet joked.

            You rose your hand.  “Stop, stop…I can’t handle all that information right now.”  You looked over at Skeet.  “How many threesomes have you two been in?”  Your voice cracked as you asked the question.

            Skeet bit his lip.  “I’d say maybe five times in the past ten years or so, but usually with one of our girlfriends.”

            Matt added.  “One time with a co-star of his and once with a fan after she did a professional photo op with us at a convention where she asked to have the picture pose be the Eiffel Tower sex position.”

            “That was an interesting evening.”  Skeet had a huge smile on his face.  “But again, I don’t want the point of this throuple to be about threesomes.  But, I also won’t turn down a threesome if you both are interested, though.”

            You shook your head.  “I’ve barely made it to third base with either of you yet.  I’m not ready for a fucking home run derby night one…or maybe ever.”

            Skeet picked up your hand and kissed it.  “That’s why we start slow and go at whatever pace you want to set.  How about for tonight we turn on a movie and we all just cuddle up and enjoy?”

            Matt agreed.  “Sounds good to me.”

            You nodded.  “Okay.”  You all picked out a movie and got comfy on the couch.  Matt played with your hair while Skeet held your hand and rubbed his thumb against your hand.  You couldn’t pay attention though as you ran through the rules over and over in your head and tried to figure out how to make this whole situation work and wondering how you were going to keep yourself from falling for one more than the other when just a few hours ago the problem was that you liked them evenly.

Everyone shares one bed unless two are having a date or one wants to sleep alone.

The female will sleep in between the two men.

All sleeping alone will occur in the extra bedroom designated for solo sleep.

Minimum once a week check in meeting to discuss pain points and get clarification on any topic needed.

No dating outside of the throuple.

PDA in common areas is to be kept at a minimum.

For every date that one man has with the woman during a week, the other man is to also have a date.

Any threesomes have to be fully agreed upon by all parties.

All parties will help with household activities including but not limited to cooking, laundry and house cleaning.

[askgangle]

Gangle sniffled as she opened her bedroom door. She was greeted with a new addition to her room, a red and white CRT computer monitor sitting on her desk, its screen a bright light in the dark room. Gangle blinked as she recalled what Caine had said before disappearing at the end of today’s adventure.

“And you will all find little surprises in your rooms now! Something that’ll let you have fun even when you aren’t on an adventure!”

Huh… Gangle didn’t know what exactly she had been expecting, but it wasn’t this. She walked into her room, the lights turning on automatically as she stepped inside, and made her way over to the desk. She gasped as she recognised what was on the screen, the blue background and ‘t’ logo dredging up a memory from her long forgotten past. Carefully setting down the shards of her comedy mask, Gangle sat at the computer and started filling out the details the site requested for a new blog. 

-

Gangle sat back as she admired the work she’d put into her little blog, she doubted anyone would ever follow it or ask her questions, but she was still proud of what she'd made. Her eyes were drawn to the search bar in the upper corner of the site. Had Caine given them access to the entirety of the site, or just their personal blogs?

Gangle glanced behind herself, making sure her door was closed and there was nobody else in the room, and then she searched for ‘azumanga daioh’. Even though her mask was currently tragedy, a small smile spread across Gangle’s face as fanart from her favorite anime appeared on the screen. This was one of the greatest things Caine had ever given her since she appeared in the circus, maybe even as great as her comedy mask, and Gangle got comfortable in her chair for a long night of internet surfing.

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[universitypenguin]

Not a Question just wanted to tell you that you’re an amazing writer and we all appreciate you so much ;) I hope your summer is going well <3

Thank you so much for your message! You really brightened my day, and I'm grateful for you letting me know that you appreciate my writing. It means a lot to me to know that people are enjoying my work and that it’s given them at least a few hours of entertainment and joy. It helps keep me pushing forward with my story and writing even when the plot isn’t moving along as easily as I hoped it would.

My summer is going well! I’ve definitely been feeling better since getting out of my previous work situation. Best. Decision. Ever. My mental health has improved dramatically. I spent yesterday having a great 4th of July holiday and chilling with my friends’ cat, who I’m pet sitting while they’re on vacation. And because I’m a boring, lame adult, I started refinishing my patio furniture.

Also, I’m glad to know you’re still enjoying TPATL, because I just finished round #2 of editing the next chapter. It’s almost ready for posting!

Here’s a sneak peek of what’s next:

None of the clothes he’d packed suited the character he wanted to portray tonight, so he rummaged through Joe’s closet in search of better options. In the back, he discovered a garment bag containing the winning ensemble: a navy suit with wide lapels, bootcut trousers, and a matching waistcoat. It screamed 1970’s gaudy at the top of its lungs.

To complete the look, Lloyd installed the hair extensions he’d sent Elliot to acquire from a beauty supply store two towns over. Cutting the remaining extensions into three-inch pieces, he applied them carefully across his jaw, smirking as he remembered April’s suggestion that he should grow a beard. The overall effect was a cross between Jerry Garcia and Medusa on a bad hair day.

For accessories, Lloyd raided Joe’s dresser. He added rings, a gold chain necklace, and a pair of lightly tinted orange sunglasses. The oversized frames elevated the look from vintage inspired to unmistakably costume like - a perfect fit for the character he was putting on. He slapped on a strongly scented aftershave he found in Joe’s medicine cabinet and instantly regretted it when the fumes made his eyes water.

[lilyvandersteen]

Home Away From Home Chapter 4: Big Plans

Chapter summary:

Blaine turns industrial buildings into a leisure centre, gets into trouble but is saved by a knight in shining fashionable waistcoat.

Many thanks to my beta @hkvoyage!

You can also read this story on AO3.

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Chapter 4: Big Plans

So far, Blaine had only focussed on the hotel and had kept the industrial buildings Cooper had also bought at the back of his mind.

Clearly, the hotel was Cooper’s priority. He hadn’t even mentioned the rest.

And seeing as the hotel licence was in jeopardy, it only made sense to deal with that issue first.

Still, whenever Blaine had a spare moment, he ran the matter over in his mind, trying to find the ideal use for the abandoned factories.

Most of the ideas he came up with were better suited to a smaller property, though.

It wasn’t until Blaine met up with a few Dalton friends for coffee at the Lima Bean that he got an idea that would work.

For that, he had David to thank.

David’s elder brother was getting married (“More fool him!” said David), and David had been appointed as best man and had to organise the bachelor party.

“And now Colleen says he isn’t to have any strippers, and he isn’t to get drunk the night before the wedding. And you just know Jim is going to stick to that, he’s so whipped! But then what do I come up with that’s still FUN?”

Blaine cocked his head to the side. “Didn’t Jim room with Nick at one point? Bit of a prankster, wasn’t he?”

“Yep, that’s where Nick and Jeff learned it all,” Wes grinned.

“That was before he met Colleen and became boring,” David sighed, looking gloomy. “If that ever happens to me, get me away from that woman before I turn into a pod person, all right?”

Blaine patted him on the back. “We will, man, that’s a promise. And I may have an idea for your bachelor party.”

“All right, hit me with it.”

“I’d start with a laser-shooting session,” Blaine suggested. “Jim used to have a team he went laser-shooting with, right? Every week or every two weeks?”

“Yep, that’s right. Though I don’t think he does that anymore. Colleen won’t let him. Still, it’s a great idea. And then?”

“Does he still like escape rooms?” Blaine asked.

“Oh yeah. But we’ve done all escape room activities in the area already. I’d have to find a new place.”

“We’ll find you a new place,” Blaine promised. “And then you end the night by going bouldering, and afterwards having wings and beer at a sports bar. He can have a few beers, right? He won’t get drunk off that.”

“True, true… Thanks, man! You’ll help me find an escape room Jim hasn’t already done?”

Blaine rubbed his chin, thinking hard. “Tell you what, I’ll MAKE you a new escape room! And the rest of it, too. A bouldering hall, a laser-shooting hall, a place to chill out and have wings and beer… In those factory buildings Cooper bought in Lima. They’re certainly big enough. When’s the bachelor party supposed to be?”

“In five weeks,” David answered. “Can you do all that in five weeks?”

Blaine shrugged. “With a little help from my friends.”

David grinned and started to sing. “What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me?”

They all joined in for the chorus, and then laughed.

“We’ve still got it,” Wes said.

“Yeah, we do!”

“I’ve got to go,” David said after checking his watch. “Blaine, you’ll keep me posted? And let me know if you need help.”

The other Warblers promised their help as well, and on that note, they left.

K&B

Now that Blaine knew what to do with the industrial buildings, he needed to go check them out as soon as possible, and with the escape room in mind, he contacted Nick and Jeff to come with him.

What he hadn’t counted on was Jeff’s car having trouble, so that Saturday morning, instead of getting on with things, he stood in an auto shop waiting for one of the mechanics to become available.

He hoped they wouldn’t lose too much time. If they only had five weeks, he wanted to get cracking.

His gaze swept around the place idly, and then froze.

Was that…? It couldn’t be. Could it?

His feet took him closer of their own accord, and Blaine gasped.

Was that really Inspector Hummel, working on a car with some other guy and looking like a wet dream come true in well-worn coveralls with the sleeves turned up? Would you look at those arms, yum…

As in a dream, he watched the man work for a while. He seemed to be teaching a newbie, showing him what to do and then letting him try it.

Blaine saw him slide under the car with practised ease, admiring the long lean lines of him.

He still wasn’t sure it was the inspector, though. The auto shop was called Hummel Tires and Lube, so maybe he had a brother?

Hesitantly, he asked, “Inspector Hummel?” and then winced when he heard the man thump his head into the car.

Oops. Might have waited until he’d come from under the car.

No wonder that Inspector Hummel sounded irritated when he asked Blaine what he needed.

And of course that was the exact moment Nick and Jeff turned up to make matters worse, teasing Blaine for staring at the inspector. How could he help it? The guy was gorgeous, all right?! And now Jeff’s teasing actually made the inspector grin, and wow, what a sight!

It took Blaine a while to retrieve his tongue from where he’d swallowed it, and even then, his brain was too scrambled by the sexy guy in front of him to string sentences together, so Jeff had to take over.

Slowly, Blaine’s heart rate went down again, and he became aware of Inspector Hummel talking to him. Asking him if he planned on buying more hotels. What?

Oh, right, because Jeff had mentioned the buildings they were going to look at. Better explain.

When Blaine mentioned the abandoned factories, though, Inspector Hummel frowned and told him it might be dangerous to go check out the buildings without taking reinforcements along to deal with the squatters. He suggested Puck and his brother.

Blaine fell in with the suggestion and excused himself to call Puck and ask if he was available.

Thankfully, he was, and his brother Jake too.

Once the car was fixed, all five of them headed to the industrial buildings, while Puck filled them in on the people who lived there.

“Well, the ones I know are people who don’t live by society’s rules, really. Never have. In high school, they were the Skanks. Skipped class more than they went to class. Spent their time smoking under the bleachers. You don’t want to get on their bad side. Zizes is a champion wrestler.”

When they arrived, Blaine got out the keychain Smythe had given him, but Puck just rolled his eyes and headed to a spot where the wire netting had been cut. “Through here.”

The lock on the heavy metal doors of the first building was hanging open, and all they had to do was push the doors to get in.

“Hey girls, it’s me!” Puck yelled.

Blaine glanced around. The TL lights on the ceiling didn’t all work anymore, but there was enough light to see everything. And what he saw looked amazing.

“Look, they’ve made a parkour and skate park with the old factory equipment. This is awesome! Look at those ramps and pipes!”

Jake flashed Blaine a grin, produced a skateboard from somewhere and started to do tricks on the pipes.

When Jake rejoined them, Blaine clapped him on the shoulder. “Brilliant, man! You’re so good!”

“Hey Puck,” a lazy voice drawled behind them. “Brought us some puppies to play with, I see?”

Blaine turned around and saw a pretty brunette sizing him up. She was flanked by two other girls, and a third hung back behind them.

“Hey babe,” Puck grinned. “You know Jake, right? And this is Blaine, I work with him, and his friends Jeff and Nick.”

The brunette lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into Blaine’s face. It made him cough, and she laughed.

Puck rolled his eyes at her. “Mack, be nice. Guys, meet Mack, Sheila, Ronnie and Zizes.”

The girl called Zizes came closer, scowling at Puck.

“Blaine? Isn’t that the guy from the hotel? He’s here to tell us all to leave, is he? Well, we won’t. And if he tries to make us, I’ll break him in half!”

She crossed her arms and glared at Blaine. “I can, you know. I’m a wrestler. A good one.”

Blaine grinned at her. “A champion, Puck says. Congrats!”

“So what are your plans with our home, puppy?” Mack wanted to know. Her voice had somewhat sharpened, and her eyes had narrowed to slits.

“This skate park is perfect,” Blaine told her. “Oh, and is that graffiti over there? Can I take a look?”

Mack laughed. “Be my guest. Don’t ruin any of it, though, or Matt and Kai will have your head!”

Blaine went to check out the graffiti on the walls. It wasn’t just random tags. No. Whoever had made these detailed and colourful drawings was a true artist.

“This is beautiful,” he sighed, running a finger over a portrait of a cat so lifelike it seemed on the verge of jumping out of the wall.

“It’s graffiti,” Nick shrugged.

“It’s ART, you heathen,” Blaine protested. “Put this in a gallery and millionaires will pay through the nose for it!”

“You think?” a deep voice behind him asked.

Blaine turned around and saw a muscled Black man and a wiry Asian guy.

“Yes,” Blaine answered. “If you make me a small version of that portrait on a canvas, I’ll ask Trent to get it into a gallery.”

The Asian guy chuckled. “As if Matt has money to buy fancy art supplies.”

Blaine shrugged. “Fine. I’ll get you a canvas. Or a couple of them.”

“For me too?” asked the Asian guy.

“Why not? Which of the paintings are yours?”

After a tour of all the graffiti paintings in the building, with a full explanation by the artists of what they were portraying and why, everyone came along with Puck and Blaine to go check out the rest of the buildings.

There were no beautiful graffiti paintings there, nor any factory equipment that had been given a new implementation. They were just big empty buildings, with plenty of room for any of Blaine’s plans. He saw a few mattresses and sleeping bags lying around, and looked for their owners, but Matt said, “The guys living here work during the day. They’re only here at night.”

Once they’d seen the whole property, Mack asked again, “So, what are your plans?”

So Blaine told everyone about the paradise for bachelor parties and team building events he meant to turn the buildings into.

“And in the afternoon, after school hours, the activities here can be offered to middle and high school students, free of charge. We need to train up the next generation, don’t we? And keep them out of trouble. I remember that my boxing lessons did wonders for me.”

Blaine saw Kai and Matt nod, and grinned at them.

“Your building is perfect as is, for graffiti and parkour initiations. We won’t let anyone ruin your wonderful art, obviously, but it can serve as an inspiration, and we’ll set up big plywood boards for people to practise on.”

“And you’ll throw us out to sleep out on the street again, huh?” Zizes growled at him.

Blaine shook his head. “I have an acquaintance who makes custom tiny houses on wheels. I’d have to take exact measurements, but I believe there’s room enough to put two tiny houses in your building without crowding things, each of them housing four of you, and you could live in them with a lot more comfort than you have now. Of course, if you’d rather rent a regular house somewhere, I will help you with that too.”

“Why would you do that for us?” Mack wanted to know.

“Well, I’m counting on employing you. Matt and Kai as teachers for the graffiti initiations, and maybe the parkour ones too? And you, Zizes, could give wrestling lessons. You’ll have to help me out as to what’s needed for that. I’ve only ever taken up boxing, not wrestling.”

“Colton boxes,” Kai volunteered. “He’s one of the people staying in the biggest building. And I do taekwondo.”

“Brilliant,” said Blaine.

“For parkour, you’re gonna need Ronnie here, and her boyfriend Connor.”

Blaine jotted that all down on his phone, then said, “All right, that’s a great start. Now, in the biggest building, I want to create a bouldering and sport climbing hall, ‘cause it has the highest ceilings, and I want a sports bar there as well. So I’m gonna need bartenders and instructors for the bouldering and climbing.”

Mack grinned at him. “I’ll be a bartender. You too, won’t you, Sheila?”

Sheila scowled. “I have a criminal record for vandalism and stealing. I’m sure Mr. Squeaky Clean won’t want me working here.”

“Oh yes, I do,” said Blaine. “I believe in second chances. If you want in, Sheila, you’re in.”

She gave him a piercing look, and then a sharp nod. “I’m in.”

“Good. Welcome aboard.”

Blaine then explained about the escape room and virtual reality activities he envisioned in the third building. “That’s what I brought Nick and Jeff for. They can come up with fun themes and scenarios.”

Jeff pretended to take a hat off his head and bowed.

“And in the last building, we’ll have laser shooting and maybe paintball shooting, too.”

Mack put her hands on her hips. “Won’t you need all kinds of permits and stuff? And will we really be allowed to live here? I mean… Legally?”

Blaine smiled confidently. “You leave all that to me. I’ll sort things out with the mayor. He won’t kick up a fuss about anything, I promise. I’ll call and schedule an appointment with him as soon as possible.”

K&B

If there was one thing Blaine’s parents had taught him, it was how to speak and behave like a politician.

From a young age, he’d been brought along to all sorts of official events and had learned not just how to network and schmooze, but more importantly, how to assess people in just a few minutes’ conversation so as to be able to spin the message he wanted to bring in a way that would garner their support.

Little wonder then that the meeting with the local and regional politicians ended up a resounding success.

It took Blaine less than ten minutes to get a read on Lima’s mayor.

The derelict and unused factory buildings were a thorn in his eye? Blaine would spruce them up and turn it into THE place to be for adventurous rich thirty-somethings.

Worried about the homeless, jobless, delinquents and drug addicts? Blaine would give them homes and jobs and turn them into model tax-paying citizens.

Wanting to keep youngsters from disappearing to big cities? Let’s give them all kinds of fun stuff to do outside of school hours to keep them out of trouble and to grow roots here in Lima.

By the time Blaine was done talking, the politicians were like wax in his hands, only too happy to help him in any way he liked. They promised to get him the building permits he needed, and he’d also receive subsidies for the youth programme he’d presented to them.

Having received official permission to start on the renovations already, Blaine contacted Monique to tell her about his new plans.

As he had expected, she balked at the cost of this ambitious project (“So much to buy and install! And I shudder to think of the insurance premiums you’ll have to pay!”), but she did admit that it was a great idea to entice people to come to Lima, of all places. And she applauded the initiative he’d shown in contacting the mayor and even securing subsidies.

“If you can pull this off, you’ll make money like water. But, Blaine, you’ll need a top-notch marketing team to turn Lima into a hotspot for thrill-seekers. That will cost you a packet, too. Wouldn’t it be better to focus on the hotel first?”

Then, when Blaine explained about David’s brother wanting a cool bachelor party, she hummed thoughtfully. “All Dalton alumni, I take it, the people coming to this party? That will be good advertising for your new project, if they like the activities you come up with for them. All right, sweetie, you tell me what I can do to help make this happen.”

After discussing all the practicalities with Monique, Blaine spent the rest of the day with Jeff and Nick, brainstorming about possible escape room activities.

When they’d decided on a Jungle Room, a Spooky Boarding School Room and an Escape the Mafia Room, and sketched it all out, Jeff told Blaine he wanted to go out dancing to unwind.

“There’s a gay bar here called Scandals, we can go check it out!”

Blaine tagged along with Nick and Jeff, but was far from impressed with Scandals. It looked seedy at best, and the patrons of the bar were old and unattractive.

“Good thing I’ve already got my man,” Jeff whispered, and Nick grinned at him and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Let’s dance,” said Blaine.

The sooner Jeff started dancing, the sooner they’d be able to leave, right? And unlike the rest of the bar experience, the music was not a let-down. They were playing Katy Perry!

For a while, the three friends had the dance floor to themselves. Then the crowd started to migrate from the bar stools to the dance floor, and Blaine felt bodies move sinuously against his.

When he got a little too hot and uncomfortable, he nudged Jeff and Nick and told them he needed a drink. “You want something to drink too?”

Jeff shook his head. “Maybe later.”

Blaine paid the barman, installed himself on a bar stool and took a long drink from his glass.

Aaah, that’s better!

“Well, if it isn’t Baby Anderson!” a voice slurred next to him.

Blaine turned his head and saw Smythe.

Ugh, what’s he doing here?

“Looking for a hook-up, are you?” Smythe continued, bending towards Blaine and then almost falling off his bar stool.

Clearly, he’d had quite a few drinks already.

Blaine held his hands out to stop him from face-planting, but Smythe didn’t so much as notice, focused as he was on picking Blaine up.

“No need to look any further, I’m the hottest guy in this place,” Smythe boasted. “Come, I’ll show you where to go!”

Smythe made to grab Blaine, but Blaine quickly moved out of the way.

“No, thank you. My friends and I are just here to dance.”

Smythe quirked an eyebrow. “Ooooh, dancing! I’m a great dancer, let’s dance together.”

Blaine smiled politely. “I wanted a bit of a rest, really, and a drink, because I’m parched.”

“Well, then, drink up, and when you’re done, we’ll dance together.”

Smythe waggled his eyebrows, and Blaine understood that Smythe meant to dry-hump more than dance.

Ugh. I’ll take as long as I can with my drink, and I hope Jeff and Nick will arrive in the meantime and then he’ll switch to another victim.

He took a tiny sip of his drink.

“How’s the hotel, by the way?” Smythe asked, smirking. “I bet you wish your brother had never bought it, right?”

Blaine put his poker face on. “Not at all. I’m quite enjoying running it.”

Smythe looked surprised and none too pleased. “You’re still in business? I should have known those inspectors wouldn’t close the hotel down. Empty threats. Might have swung it another few years.”

Blaine struggled to hide his anger. This was clear proof that Smythe had sold the hotel to Cooper to get rid of it because he was going to lose his licence.

He didn’t reply. Let Smythe think whatever he wanted.

Come on, Jeff and Nick, get over here!

But they were lost in one another there on the dance floor. Nick had his head in the crook of Jeff’s neck, and Jeff’s hands were in the back pockets of Nick’s jeans, gently kneading. They slowly revolved, not noticing anything or anyone around them.

Blaine found himself smiling, and wishing, as always, that one day he’d have a love like that too.

“Friends of yours?” Smythe asked, following Blaine’s gaze.

Blaine sipped his drink again to avoid talking to the guy, and looked at the other dancers.

One of them moved with such effortless grace that Blaine instantly wanted to hop off his stool and join him.

And then the guy turned around, and Blaine was thunderstruck.

Inspector Hummel! Dancing with abandon, his eyes closed and a dreamy smile on his face. Wow, what a sight!

Look at those hips move!

Without even thinking about it, Blaine drained his drink and headed straight for the dance floor, drawn like a magnet by the mesmerising moves of his by now favourite inspector.

He just wanted to be closer, because this show was not to be missed.

Though he had a writhing mass of people around him, he focussed on one person only, and for a while, it seemed like they were in a bubble of their own.

The bubble snapped when Smythe’s voice broke through it. “Let’s dance, killer!”

Smythe pulled Blaine against him, plastering his front against Blaine’s back, and started to grind up on him.

Blaine pushed him away, but the sudden movement made him dizzy, and he stumbled and fell.

It took some effort to get up again, and he realised the wooziness was getting worse instead of better.

What was the matter with him? He’d only drunk one light beer, and he’d eaten a filling meal before he came to the bar, so why did he feel like he’d been binge-drinking?

“Hey… Are you okay, man?” a kindly voice asked.

Blaine looked up at the man and woah, that made his head whirl again, and his vision got kind of blurry.

“He’ll be fine once he gets some fresh air,” Smythe said. “Come on, let’s get you outside.”

Blaine felt himself being tugged away, but the air didn’t become fresher. Quite on the contrary. With every dragging step he took, the smell of urine became stronger.

And then their progress halted, and Blaine sagged against the wall, his eyes drooping, wincing at loud voices close to him that hurt his head. He felt nauseous. Why did he feel so sick off just one beer?

There was a loud crack and a bang, and then all was quiet again.

Not for long, though.

An insistent whisper made Blaine struggle to open his eyes and focus.

Pretty eyes. Such pretty eyes. Blue and grey and green and gold, swirling, swirling, swirling… What was that? Jeff? Jeff wanted to dance. Why didn’t I stay with him and Nick? Yes, yes. Take me to Jeff.

He felt a hand slip into his, and again he was being led somewhere, but this time, he didn’t feel the slightest apprehension, only blind trust and a sense of rightness. As if this was a hand that had always been meant to hold his.

The place he was taken to now was hot and noisy and crowded. Loud beats throbbed through the air, and Blaine felt his head pound to the rhythm.

He felt the comforting hand slip from his and let out a squeak of protest –

No, don’t leave me, stay with me so I feel safe

– but then, though his view was blurred, he saw a tuft of blonde hair and he heard Jeff’s voice, and he knew everything would be okay.

[nickywhoisi]

I’m looking over my old post where I finally got around to Thomas the Gem and Friends au, and I really need to clean that up a little better. I’ll put the cast list and short blurbs here, then separate the chapters as their own posts, and make character bios and tidbits as it’s own post too. Less clutter, more creativity! Things have not been so great again, even at my hometown, but it’s somewhat manageable, and I’m no longer flipping my lid as much. Things have been...quieter. Phew.

Also, I’ve been having a lot of trouble deciding gem types for some characters, Like Edward and Percy. Would you guys be cool with giving me suggestions? I would really appreciate the help. Same goes for any characters I still haven’t even listed yet, there are so stinking many characters in Thomas how can I remember them all hheehuuuuuuu

[fn: Bold is for characters who are completed and ready for the story. Italics is for characters whom are still in the process of editing.]

Thomas - Kyanite 5.1 - With a sparkle in his eye, Kyanite is always trying to prove his capability and uniqueness, tackling more things than he can handle at once. He can easily get impatient and even fancies teasing others. It seems he’s caught between wanting to be liked by others and wanting to get even with them when they’re rude. Will he ever become mature? [fn: his plot arch is very similar to Phos during the beginning, except spoiler, he actually likes the scholar job and he's good at it. he also probably writes nasty opinions about them in his little notebook fngnfngnghnggnh the little shit]

Percy - unknown green gem (there are literally too many choices help) A gem who always seems to have his small head in the clouds, [] is a gem who likes to busy himself with small odd jobs, to be useful. He seems so harmless and naive, yet glimpses of a more insightful and aggressive lad seem to slip out on rare occasions, and he can fight beasts well, just like the others. Perhaps this is why he and Kyanite seem to get along so well? They both are very childlike indeed.

Lady - Gold unknown mohs level because she's made of flexible liquid gold material - Despite her small size, Lady Gold is the wise and patient leader of the gems, and she does everything she can to keep them all safe. She cares so much for them all, and the air about her is friendly and elegant, yet faintly sad. Her ability to change shape with the flexible gold inclusions she has is revered by all, as she is capable of reaching out for everyone’s hand at once, should they call out for help. What danger is she keeping them from? Things seem rather peaceful...

Edward - undecided gem (possible Turquoise, but I am leaning towards a deeper blue, help out our best boy)

Gordon - Blue Diamond 10 - A proper, no-nonsense gem, Blue Diamond is the second-in-command under his Lady, and works tirelessly to keep the gems’ home in perfect order. The work is hard, and he is all the harder, having since grown from his pompous days into a regal maturity, and is now a strict leader in his own right with an icy piercing gaze. He is one of the strongest and most handsome around and is part of the “Top 3 Cuts”, with Verde and Red. He is the strongest of them all, and is unfazed by any stressful situation. It is not clear if he truly holds an unfeeling distance towards the other gems, or if he simply has trouble opening himself up...he seems to exude both demeanors at once. Despite this, even he has admirers, which comes with the territory of being at peak physique. His reserved and mannered elegance, even when pushed to anger, makes him seem attractive no matter what. His response to the adoration is currently unknown, as he is a master of pokerface. [fn: he still carries some huffy pride, and has spent a while being Henry’s protector, but has to learn how to be more chill around everyone. Unlike Bortz, whom some of his arcs are based off of, he does prove more collected about certain matters all on his own.]

James - Red Zircon 9.5 - Find a mirror, and you will find Red Zircon admiring himself in it long before you’ve even arrived. He is one of the strongest and most handsome around and is part of the “Top 3 Cuts”, with Dia and Verde. He will not hesitate to chat with you, mostly about himself and his accomplishments, along with flaunting his coiffe and pure red leg pattern, which he designed himself after getting surgery. There truly is no other gem like him, and he won’t let you forget it! Underneath the suffocating vanity and cattiness when crossed, there is a proud heart that will fight off all sorts of trouble for his loved ones. To say nothing of how he fondly puts on a show for his adoring fans, and he really does have them! His Zircon and Painite(black and red) marbled body is a work of art and his natural flirtatious charm can leave an unprepared gem desperate for breath.

Henry - Verdelite 7.5 Often found basking in the glow of the forest, Verdelite is one of the strongest and most handsome around and is part of the “Top 3 Cuts”, with Red and Dia. He wasn’t always this strong, however, and is only so because of a special surgery he underwent to be fused with green diamond. So he now has a much sturdier body, but still retains a wariness of dangerous situations. He would hate to be weak again. But on a good day, he’s doting towards the other gems and his beloved plants. There is a subtle sensuality to him and his doe eyes that makes some gems fawn over him easily, and it doesn’t help that he recognizes this and keeps playing coy about it. [fn: he will kinda echo White Diamond’s arc a bit, with not wanting to be in Gordon’s shadow and whatnot, but he diverges in other ways so it’s not copypasta]

Toby - Dravite 7

Harold - white gem (oh! help our other best boy get a gem type)

Bertie - bright red gem

Duck - Duftite Emerald 7.8

Diesel - Hematite Rose 6.5 or Voltaite?

Donald and Douglas - Almondine 7.2

Mavis - something black and yellow

Daisy - Despujolsite

Boco - Duftite Alpha

Scotsman - dark green gem

Oliver - GreenDemantoid 6.8

Toad - dark grey gem

Bill and Ben - orange yellow gems (omg the chaos beans need your help decide a gem for them)

Rusty - Andesine or Zincite, is one of the gems on the winter cleanup crew, tasked with managing weather damage and cleaning off snow and ice

Bulgy - red and yellow gem Derreck - dark green and yellow gem

Duncan - yellow gem Stepney - mustardy yellow gem

Proteus - Pale Yellow Spodumene 6.7 the very first gem after Lady...and the first to um...hm

Glynn - Red Garnet mohs? The second, and the one who lasted the longest

Elizabeth - dark red gem

Duke - Amber Chalcedony 7

Skarloey - Unheated red orange Sapphire "HeatSaph" 6.3

Rheneas - Unheated red orange Sapphire "RedSaph" 6.3

Bertram - Brown Onyx 6.5

Smudger - Dark Green Natural Chrysoprase 6.6

"Freddy" - Moonstone 6.3

Falcon - Lapis Lazuli

Stewart - Malachite

Ferguson - Labradorite

[sdierdorf]

Bill Evans Records, Recommended

My good friend Aaron recently took up the hobby of bankruptcy record collecting, and for his birthday I callously nudged him toward financial ruin thoughtfully gifted him a copy of one of my favorite jazz records, Sunday at the Village Vanguard by the legendary Bill Evans Trio. I offered to give him some recommendations for other Bill Evans records, which I then started typing, and it turned into a whole thing that was way too long for a text message. So I’m posting it all here. I’m sorry! You’re welcome!

A Note on Buying Jazz Records

Before I go any further, let me say that buying records can be confusing, and buying jazz records even more so. Most of the great jazz albums have been released and re-released dozens if not hundreds of times, by many different companies. Many of these versions, even expensive ones, do not always sound great, no matter how good your equipment is.

You can usually find info on the Internet about which version you should get, but hunting down an actual copy to buy is another matter entirely. I have found that an invaluable resource in this endeavor is the incredible web site discogs.com. This is a vast database of just about every commercial music album ever made. What makes it so useful is 1) it keeps track of every version of every album, so you can figure out the exact details, like record company and SKU, that you’ll need to recognize the version you care about; but also 2) it has an eBay-style marketplace in which sellers post the exact version of the record they are selling. It makes it incredibly easy to find and buy exactly what you want.

So each of my recommendations below will include a link to the exact version of the album I recommend getting. If you want to buy it, just press the green “Shop Now” button to see who is selling it, and how much they are asking. (I’ve bought from this marketplace many times, and I’ve never had a problem.)

Now, without further ado…

Bill Evans Record Recommendations

I’m listing these here in chronological order. I’m also making the assumption that you don’t have any Bill Evans records, so this is really kind of a starter set. There are many, many more once you’re done with these!

Portrait in Jazz (1960) This is the first album Bill Evans’s made with his storied trio of Scott LaFaro (bass) and Paul Motian (drums), which is considered one of the greatest jazz trios or all time. It’s a mix of standards and originals you will come to expect from an Evans record, including “Blue in Green”, which Bill wrote with Miles Davis. (More on Miles later.)

Version Info: I’ll be honest, I don’t love the pressing of this album that I own. It’s a newer Wax Time version that’s just so-so. So I’m giving you a link to the pressing I would suggest you get. This version is supposed to be almost as good as the expensive audiophile versions, but for $35 instead of $350.

Bill Evans Trio, Portrait in Jazz (Original Jazz Classics, 2011)

Sunday at the Village Vanguard (1961) On June 25, 1961, Evans, LaFaro, and Motian played at the legendary Village Vanguard jazz club in Greenwich Village. (It’s still there!) They played five sets across the afternoon and evening, which were recorded by their record company, Riverside, with the intention of picking the best tracks for a live album. The tracks chosen for the album which became Sunday at the Village Vanguard were the usual Bill Evans eclectic mix of standards (in this case, by Cole Porter and George Gershwin) and modern originals (including one by Miles Davis and two by Scott LaFaro). It is widely considered the best live jazz album ever recorded.

Sadly, it was also Scott LaFaro’s last performance with Bill Evans, as LaFaro was killed in a car crash eleven days later.

Version Info: There are many versions of this album (Discogs has 143 unique listings!), several of which are excellent but very expensive. Luckily, I can actually recommend two versions that are reasonably priced. The first is a 2018 Wax Time pressing which is quite credible, and which can be found a lot of places for less than $25:

Bill Evans Trio, Sunday at the Village Vanguard (Wax Time, 2018)

The second is a 2023 version from Craft Recordings that is perhaps not the ultimate pressing, but it is very good, and probably the best one you can get for less than $150. It’s slightly harder to find than the Wax Time, and it lists for more (about $40), but I was able to find it for just $32 on Discogs.

Bill Evans Trio, Sunday at the Village Vanguard (Craft Recordings, 2023)

Waltz for Debby (1962) The tracks on this album were actually recorded during the same fruitful 1961 Village Vanguard engagement as Sunday at the Village Vanguard. Sunday was rushed to release as a tribute to Scott LaFaro, and the tracks Evans selected for that album were intended to highlight Faro’s playing (and writing). But there were so many great takes recorded during those sets that there were enough for an entire second album, which became Waltz for Debby.

The result was even greater than the first album. Possibly because this album focused more on the trio as a whole, instead of emphasizing LaFaro, Waltz for Debby is generally recognized as the high-water mark for the Evans/LaFaro/Motian trio. Some even consider it the best Bill Evans record of them all.

Version Info: I also don’t love my copy of this album, so the link below is for the pressing I suggest, which I actually just ordered. This is also a 2023 version from Craft Recordings, but this one is considered the definitive pressing of this album—even better than the 2 LP 45 RPM version from Analogue Productions that retails for $150! It lists for about $40, but like Sunday, I was able to find it on Discogs for $32.

Bill Evans Trio, Waltz for Debby (Craft Recordings, 2023)

Trio 64 (1964) When bassist Scott LaFaro was killed it so shook Bill Evans that he didn’t perform or record for months, in public or private. This is the first trio record he made after LaFaro’s death and his first for record label Verve. It’s very much a transitional trio, featuring Motian on drums, as usual, but this time with bassist Gary Peacock. Because it features neither Scott LaFaro nor Eddie Gomez on bass, I think it's a bit overlooked in the Evans canon, which to me is a shame, because it's very good. The track listing is the usual blend of classic and modern. Highlights include “Little Lulu” and “A Sleeping Bee”, both Evans standards, and a delightful version of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”.

Version Info: The pressing I own is marketed as a straightforward Verve release, but under the covers it was produced by Acoustic Sounds and pressed at Quality Record Pressings, two of the best in the business. It sounds great and isn’t too expensive.

Bill Evans, Trio 64 (Acoustic Sounds, 2021)

Bill Evans At The Montreaux Jazz Festival (1968) This is considered one of the early high water marks of Evans’s 11 years working with bassist Eddie Gomez. This is a live Evans trio in incredible form, and the album won the 1969 Grammy for Best Jazz Album. The track listing is classic Evans. Highlights include "A Sleeping Bee" (also on Trio 64, so you can compare) and a frankly thrilling version of "Some Day My Prince Will Come". This record plus Waltz For Debby give you a front row seat at two of the most storied live jazz performances in history.

Version Info: The pressing of this album I own is the exceptional 2-disk remastered 45 RPM Analogue Productions edition, which sounds absolutely incredible. This is probably the best-sounding record I own, all things considered, and I own a lot of expensive records. This record is simply enthralling to listen to with good headphones. I would recommend this pressing to anyone, but if 45 RPM isn’t your jam, or if you don't want to shell out $70–100, there is also a recent one-disk 33 RPM pressing, also by Analogue Productions, that’s cheaper and pretty easy to find on Discogs and elsewhere. (It’s not clear to me if the 33 RPM version is made from the same master as the 45 RPM version, though; it kind of seems like it isn’t, but I can’t be too sure.)

Bill Evans at the Montreaux Jazz Festival (Analogue Productions, 2 LP 45 RPM, 2020)

Bonus Recommendation: Bill Evans as Side Man

Evans got his start playing as a side man with many other storied jazz musicians. Most notably, he was part of the all-star sextet that Miles Davis formed in the late 50’s. (This nascent supergroup featured the legends John Coltrane and Cannonball Adderley on sax, Bill Evans on piano, and Paul Chambers on bass—each of whom would go on to become band leaders in their own right.)

The work of this group culminated in the album Kind of Blue in 1959, on which Evans played. I would be remiss to give you Bill Evans recommendations without mentioning Kind of Blue. It’s a very different kind of jazz, but it’s very noteworthy. It’s the best selling jazz album of all time, and it’s considered by many, many critics to be the best jazz album ever made. (It’s not my personal favorite, but I do own it and like it.)

There are many pressings of this record (Discogs lists 547 versions!), but many of them aren’t great. The best one seems to be the Analogue Productions UHQR 45 RPM 2-disk set, but it’s $150, which may be a bit steep, and some people don't love 2-disk albums. I did some digging, and it seems that this pressing from Legacy sounds almost as good. It has limited availability on Discogs, but it can be had for $29 brand new, straight from the label. (Direct link below.)

Miles Davis, Kind of Blue (Legacy, 2021)

Purchase Miles Davis, Kind of Blue at Acoustic Sounds ($29)

[empress-of-snark]

Hey, love the new chapter! Don’t pay any mind to people complaining about the slow-burn. People love reading slow-burn fics but not as many people have the patience to wait for them to be finished I guess lol. It makes the best sense for Eddie and Chrissy in this AU anyway, they both have a little while to go to be ready for each other and there’s nothing wrong with that. Also, Hellcheer aren’t the only characters or couple in this fic. Jancy, Steve, and Robin have their own storylines here that deserve attention. If anyone is here only for the Hellcheer or only for the Jancy and gets annoyed by “distractions” then there are plenty of other stories that only focus on one couple. Look: anyone who’s ever read a wip knows it can be difficult to stay patient especially with a longer one, but how cool is it to actually go behind the scenes and even be allowed to suggest ideas and headcanons that could actually show up in the fic later on? I think that’s pretty damn cool, and you can’t get that with a short + finished product. Besides, quality > speed. Anyway, you’re doing a great job so far and don’t let anyone try to deviate you from telling the story you want, the way you want to tell it. ❤️

Thank you anon ♥️

I wanna say again that the person who left the ask did apologize and said that they were taking out their frustration with another issue on me. Also, the only reason I made a post about it was to let them know that there were no hard feelings—I wasn’t fishing for messages, I promise lol

But I appreciate this! You’re probably right that this is just something that comes with the territory of writing a long fanfic, and it’s something I’ll have to keep in mind if I ever do another one. I also think that a lot of Hellcheer readers are used to fics that focus almost exclusively on Eddie and Chrissy and have them getting together/having strong feelings very early on. Which is great! It’s just not the story I’m telling.

One of my favorite parts of writing this fic has been all the lovely asks I’ve gotten over the past few months. I’ve said it before, but I’m not used to getting so much feedback on my fics. In the past, I’ve only written occasionally, and for shows that have either been off the air for 10+ years, or had a fandom of about twelve people (shout out to my Zoo peeps—anybody else miss that show?). Having so many asks in my inbox is a little overwhelming at times, but it also makes me so happy that so many people enjoy my writing.

Anyway, I think I’m rambling lol. Thank you again. I appreciate the encouragement ☺️

[evis-gossip]

Let’s talk about Royal!Spencer Reid

(Buckle up, ‘cause this is about to be one hell of a ride)

*mood board for aesthetic (it does not reflex the appearance of the character)

Masterlist

So, I remembered this morning this post from 3 month ago, and I’ve decided it’s time i pull on my big girl pants and start doing something about it. Ever since then I’ve been having a lot of great ideas for this universe but never had the courage to write anything. And that’s why I’m here, looking for opinions and reassurance (mostly reassurance, I’m a validation seeker what can i say). Thing is i have no idea how I’d write this, in terms of language style or plot.

Here are some of my ideas so far.

At first i thought of making them all part of the same royal family, but i think it makes more sense if each of them has their own kingdom and all of them part of and alliance.

As the original post said, It’d be an arranged marriage, someone from a nearby kingdom. He’d be forced into it, but try to make the most of it. He also feels the need to make his mom proud more than anything, as much as the pressure of keeping the line going, for the sake of his kingdom, but mostly because his mother wishes it. He’d find himself so lucky when he saw you for the first time and felt instantly smitten by you. He’d be so grateful for loving you so easily even though everything was prearranged in the most calculating, cold way. He’d want nothing more than to make you happy.

As for Spencer’s family, his parents are the king and queen. His father didn’t completely left, his was just very absent, so nearly same thing. His mother still has health conditions, but she’d be important in this story. His father is so keen in getting him married, so Spencer can finally become king and he can leave for good. Sounds kinda cruel, but the way i see it, he’s leaving Diana more than anything, but also because he feels so small being Spencer’s father, so he leaves in a mix of jealousy and insecurity, made worse when taken into a count that those feelings are directed towards his own son

I don’t know in what era would I based this on, but I would completely ignore language from that time period and just write in modern English. Also, while I’m at it, I guess I could try to make not just fictional kingdoms but also a fictional time period.

I clearly don’t know nearly as much about science or statistics as Spencer, so I don’t know where the hell am I gonna get the facts from, and it’s not like I can use google for statistics about a fictional time and place. My best idea is getting the information about real countries in whenever I decide to inspire it, and then change it so it makes sense. Any suggestions y’all have about this would be gladly appreciated.

(I’ll be adding anything i can think of and if i start writing I’ll let you know) - edits will be in purple

As you can see i need a lot of help before i start writing any of it. So anything you can think of helps: ideas, thoughts, opinions, anything, please I’m desperate and begging.