#trying to narrow down my favs were hard

[sunshineandviolets]

Rules: Make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most! Tagged by @ava-du-mortain tyvm 🥰💕

Tagging: @maburito, @askweisswolf, @grapecaseschoices, @nerdferatum, & who else wants too <3

[fushitoru]

i can't stop looking at his d—d—d—d—FACE!

pairings ⸺ (SEPERATE) boy next door!gojo x reader, wrestler!toji x reader, gym trainer!sukuna x reader, pizza delivery boy!choso x reader, husband's boss!nanami x reader, perv on train!geto x reader

summary ⸺ jjk men as overused p0rn/h3ntai plots! inspired by this awesome post by the talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3

warnings ⸺ SMUT (mdni), consent is pre-established in all scenarios (but dub con just in case), everyone is of age (or older), exhibitionism, infidelity in nanami’s, pussy drunk men lol, not edited (as always), cowgirl, missionary, creampies, VERY public sex in toji’s, art by 3-aem, lmk if I’ve missed anything!

a/n lolll i'm ngl this was so fun to write. some of these scenarios are so funnny hELP. this one is also for some of the anons who are so obsessed w choso and sukuna in bridgerton au. wrote them for you 🫡 choso’s is my fav hehe

NEW: part 2 here

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SUKUNA RYOMEN ⸺ HOTTIE'S PERSONAL TRAINER HAS A VERY HANDS ON APPROACH!

“Brat!” Sukuna’s voice cuts through the air like a whip. “Watch your back. You’re supposed to be hinging your hips back, not whatever lazy shit you were doing.”

He steps around to your side, the heavy thud of his boots on the gym floor adding to the oppressive weight of his presence. Squatting down, he sets his hips back in one smooth motion, demonstrating with sharp precision. “Like this. Not whatever the fuck that was.”

You glance at him, your legs trembling under you. Sweat clings to your skin, a thin sheen that feels heavy after the grueling thirty minutes with your personal trainer. Sukuna definitely takes the "tiger mom" approach, every tattoo on his body echoing the sharp, uncompromising authority in his eyes. Right now, those eyes bore into you, narrowed with impatience, his hands on his hips. His scowl is practically carved into his face—stone-hard and unmoving.

Breathing hard, you slump forward, hands gripping your knees as you gasp for air. Your heartbeat drums loudly in your ears. “Sukuna, g-give me a sec. I just—fuck—” You can barely string a sentence together between gulps of air. “I just maxed out. My legs are literally shaking.”

Sukuna clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment, but his voice softens—just a little. “Fine. Catch your breath. But as you do that, let’s practice proper form.”

You nod exhaustedly, not being able to think very clearly. Wiping the sweat to prevent it from getting into your eyes, you put your legs hip width apart as Sukuna gets behind you to observe your form. You bend down, trying to sit back onto your hips as best as possible, but as soon as your ass grazes Sukuna’s crotch, you lose the form in your back in surprise. “Sorry—”

“That was wrong.” Sukuna’s voice is in your ear as he puts his hands on your hips, and you are dizzy with the contact. “Here.” Both of you squat down, Sukuna’s hard body moving right behind you, and at the lowest position, Sukuna’s thumb roves over the fat of your ass, and they leave your hips to trace up your back. “Your back should be neutral, otherwise you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“O—okay,” you breathily reply, dizzy with the way he was touching you. If you listened closely, it almost sounded as if you were whimpering. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like Sukuna was more observant than you had hoped because he was looking at you in suspicion, eyes raking up and down your figure to observe your appearance. Disheveled, chest rising rapidly, sweat dripping right in the middle of your breasts—

Sukuna, out of nowhere, grabs your hand and begins walking away. “Come with me. You’re not doing them right.”

Soon, you’re led into one of the gym’s stretching rooms—the private ones, the ones meant for Sukuna to help you after the workout. 

“Sukuna, what are we—” you breathlessly ask, but you’re quickly shushed by Sukuna as he hoists himself on the massage table.

“Come here,” he motions to his lap, and you wordlessly follow his directions, sitting directly on top of his lap, gasping as you realize there’s a bulge making contact with your pussy. “We’re going to try an alternative way of doing squats, one that involves a bit more cardio.” He pulls down his sweatpants, blushing, furious cock springing out as he pulls down your yoga pants.

Soon, you’re moaning as you slowly take in his cock, sliding down as his precum and your copious amount of slick mix and drip onto his pelvis. Your feet are on either side of his legs, making you squat every time you lower yourself down on his length.

“Fuck! You’re so tight.” He slaps your ass as you bounce yourself rapidly on his cock. “Pretended to not know how to squat just for me to put this fat cock in you, isn’t that right?”

You didn’t have the capacity to answer, just moan as his cock hits your spot. Unsatisfied with your pace, Sukuna flips you both over until your back is on the table. 

“Oh fuck yea,” Sukuna pants, hips pistoning into you rapidly, effectively fucking you into the table, and his quads are bulging in sheer strength as they clench and unclench in reflection of his pleasure. “Didn’t know my client had such a sweet pussy.”

KAMO CHOSO ⸺ SHE ORDERS BIG SAUSAGE PIZZA AND GETS HER DEEP DICK CRAVINGS FILLED! (the title is so ridiculous im crying)

“Your total’s $14.93. You’re five bucks short.” The delivery boy—an emo looking guy with hair in space buns—responds to the wad of cash and coins you had just given him. He couldn’t look any less bored than he was as he stared down impassively at you, hot, steaming pizza in one hand.

"Wait, but I ordered a small?" You ask him in confusion. "I couldn't possibly finish a large one by myself!"

He pulls out your receipt from where it was tucked into the pizza box. "Your order said a large." Upon glancing on it, you look that he was indeed correct—right next to your pizza, the size LARGE glared at you through the sheen of the reciept's paper.

"Oh," You said, dumbly, blinking in confusion. "Well, I can pay the rest in card if that's okay."

You get an impassive "I don't have a card reader."

"Oh, okay," you laugh nervously, hand going up to scratch the back of your head and fiddle with the rest of your fingers. "Okay, well," you squinted at his nametag, "Choso, let me just check the remaining cash I have. You can come inside if you'd like." 

He comes inside, dropping off the pizza you ordered on your kitchen counter as he makes his way to sit on your couch. You go to your bedroom, checking your desk drawer for any loose cash you may have stored but to no avail. Heart racing and nervous, you frantically search the upper shelf of your room, on your tiptoes as you look for your money jar, praying that there was a 5 dollar piece of cash lying around. Instead, your fingers crash against some book propped on it, tumbling down onto the floor with a large thud!

You hear footsteps coming up to your bedroom door. Choso, standing near the door. "You good?"

"Yea," you strain, still reaching up high to grasp at the jar. "I'm just trying to find somethi—”

The heat of Choso's body surrounds you as he presses closer to you, reaching up effortlessly to grab at the money jar. His groin presses against your backside, acutely aware of his breaths as he passes you the jar. 

Which is empty.

"Fuck!" you curse. You turn, looking at Choso in anxiousness, as you notice he hasn't backed away at all. "I'm sorry, but is there any alternative way to pay for the pizza? Again, I'm really really sorry for the hassle."

"You have to pay for the food in some sort of way," he says with a stony face. Your mind is racing, thinking of ways you could pay but coming up short.

As a result, you end up with your face stuffed against your pillow, the hot delivery boy plowing and drilling his cock into you. 

"Fuck, so irresponsible. Couldn't even pay for the pizza she ordered without a stranger's cock inside of her." At his dirty talk, you whimper and squeeze your pussy, Choso groaning as a result.

"What was that?" He grabs your hair and pulls your face up as his tongue traces the frame of your ear. "What were you trying to say, you cockslut?"

"'M sorry!" You squealed and babbled, eliciting little ah! ah! ah!'s as he continues bumping his cockhead against the gooey spot inside your pussy.

"Yea, you better be. Wasting my fucking time. I'm going to come inside, got it?" Choso growls as he continues pistoning his hips inside.

GETO SUGURU ⸺ ANIME GIRL GETS HER PUSSY FINGERED ON PUBLIC TRAIN!

He pulls you in for a deep kiss while rutting inside you. "Aren't you my good girl? Taking this cock for me like a good girl?" You squeal, blabbering nonsense as he fucks you into next Tuesday…

You read the smut from your favorite author on Tumblr, devouring each word while remaining stony faced as the train rocked underneath your feet. In the corner facing the doors, you made sure that you were angled in such a way that no one would be able to see the filthy things you were reading on your screen. 

However, the metro was slowing down and you looked up quickly—which was painful, considering you were so invested in the story—to make sure it wasn't your stop. As the rush of foot traffic simultaneously populated and vacated the metro, you paid no attention to the people behind you. After all, other people would be too busy on their phones to see what you were reading, right?

"You're going to take this cum, right? I'm going to breed you, my sweet, sweet girl." He laughs.  You take a moment to take in his pretty features. Long hair, beautiful face, all filled with lust for you...

You scan the words, blush evident on your face as your favorite writer has done it yet again. Adjusting, you squeezed your thighs for relief and toyed with the hem of your skirt, failing to notice the soft breaths trailing down the back of your neck just because of how enthralled and taken you were with the plot.

And then, a hand trailed up your thigh, catching you by alarm. You almost drop your phone in your rush to turn and look at the creep that was touching you, ready to beat the shit out of him. 

But when you do turn, you stop and widen your eyes. The man in front of you seems even prettier than the fictional man you were reading about, and you take him in as he rubs circles on your thigh. His sultry eyes rake down your figure, his lips pulled back in a knowing smirk. "That's some filthy shit you're reading."

Looking at him, your heart starts beating faster solely because of the promise of what his hands would do as they were currently softly stroking your thighs, getting closer and closer to going under your shirt. "I—I—uh sorry—I—"

"It's okay, pretty girl." He gives you a kiss on the side of your neck. "Continue reading it. Can you do that, baby?"

You nod, not trusting your voice. Coincidentally, you're at the part where the man helps the girl masturbate, rubbing and teasing her pussy up and down. The man behind you does the same, teasing your lips while refusing to delve inside your panties, no matter how badly you want him to do.

"That feel good?"

You whimper. "Yes—ah—it feels good. Please touch me on my pussy directly. Please."

The man behind you chuckles, and your knees buckle at how rich his voice is. You would join a cult for this man. "Since you asked so nicely, I will. Call me Suguru."

His fingers pull your panties aside and enters, soon knuckle deep inside your cunt, and as quietly as you can, you moan his name as he continues fingering you in front of all the strangers on the train. His hips press closer to your ass, and you throb even more at the huge bulge he’s sporting. He’s sloppily licking on the outside of your ear, right where you’re sensitive, and you shiver and lose yourself in the pressure even more.

The pleasure was building in you steadily and Suguru groans. “That’s right, take it all.”

You almost jump when the PA sounds. "The next stop is Shinjuku."

“That’s my stop. You have to cum before then, or you won’t be able to cum,” Suguru whispers in your ear, speeding up and hitting your g-spot with precision. There are tears forming in your eyes as you make an effort to stay quiet, especially with Suguru giving seductive kisses to your sensitive neck. 

“Fuck, you got so tight,” he groans. “Gonna cum?” He uses his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, and you see stars. 

“I will—I will,” you cry, as the throbbing and pulsing sensation grows faster and faster until finally, you cum with a muffled cry, because Suguru has his fingers in your mouth to ensure you don’t scream out on this very, very public train.  “Squeezing my fingers so much, relax,” Suguru laughs, popping his slick-coated fingers in his mouth. “You gonna do that to my dick next?”

NANAMI KENTO ⸺ BEAUTIFUL WIFE HAS TO FUCK HER HUSBAND'S BOSS! (NTR)

“Mr. Nanami,” you scrape a hand through your hair and clear your throat. “You wanted to see me?” 

For a moment, your husband’s handsome boss eyes you down, catching on the top button of your blouse currently unbuttoned. You mainly did it because of nervousness, the heat of the room escalating with Nanami Kento’s presence. After a long bout of intimidating silence, he finally speaks. “I assume you can guess why you are here?”

You bounce your knee as you sit across from the man, and you suddenly start sweating. Of course you can guess. Your bum of a husband—the one currently under your charge—neglects to do his deliverables, choosing to take comfort in the fact that you were his higher-up to trust that he would not be getting terminated for his lack of responsibility. 

But what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been begging Nanami not to fire him, despite the propelling and clear reasons to do so. And you fear the day he finally chooses to stop listening to you. 

“Team leader, I’m going to need much more convincing. Your team has been decreasing in productivity ever since your husband joined, and it’s hindering the company,” he reminds you stoically. “I’ve seen you working overtime far too frequently to cover up for your spouse’s negligence.”

You wish time would speed up just to get this difficult conversation with. “I—I’m going to be honest, Mr. Nanami. I don’t have much warrant to continue having him on the team, but it would put my family in much…emotional conflict if this were to happen.” The said emotional conflict would really only be from your husband. You’re sure he’s going to take this as an excuse to drink himself silly, blaming you for not being able to keep him employed. Your throat dries as you finally meet eyes with your boss, silently pleading him to come up with a solution.

“I see.” Nanami crosses his arms. “I suppose there is a…favor you could do for me.”

At that, you perk up and nod your head frantically. “Of course. Anything.”

Which is why you find yourself bent over Nanami’s desk, his cock drilling inside you. He’s ripped your stockings, pulled up your miniskirt, and put your panties to the side as he moans about how sweet your pussy feels. “I’ve been waiting for this forever. Tell me, is my cock better than his?”

“It is!” you squeal. “You’re so—so big!”

Nanami moans as he ruts inside you, your walls squeezing him tight. “Darling, I c—can tell he doesn’t treat you right. You are so tight around me, pussy’s been waiting for a while for a real man.” 

You moan and curse, blabbering affirmations while his dick impales you. Even though Nanami is the one who’s owed the favor here, his hands wind their way around your body to rub at your clit, simulating you even more, making you sob. “Please don’t stop!”

“I won’t ever, sweetheart,” he pants. “I’m going to finish inside her, okay? Make sure to keep it in when you go home and greet your husband.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI ⸺ BABE GETS IMMEDIATELY DESTROYED IN NAKED WRESTLING (WITH AN AUDIENCE) (find extended ver here!)

Cheers surround you as you step into the arena. You know who your opponent is—-Fushiguro Toji. Even when you looked at his pictures earlier, you knew you were doomed. No matter what angle the photographer took the photos in, his muscles seemed to be bulging, effectively spelling out the sore defeat you were about to face today.

And there he is. Him in the flesh. He’s leaning against the boxing ring’s outer borders, head tilted back lazily while his manager, Shiu, was informing him quickly (and intensely) about the rules of today.

Nothing crazy. Only fuck when all clothes are off of her.

The way his neck is tilted back, compression shirt showing off his upper physique made you weak in the knees already. Additionally, judging based off of the bulge he seemed to be sporting in his grey sweatpants, you knew you were doubly fucked.

Shiu seems to be done talking, so he steps back and takes a seat. Toji leans his head back, rolling his neck to stretch it out, and in the middle of doing so, catches your eye.

You almost drench your panties.

His eyes darken, giving you a sultry look as he cheekily winks. While his cocky demeanor was warranted (he was much stronger and bigger than you), your cheeks heated up in both arousal and irritation.

The sound of a whistle is heard as music starts to play. The stadium’s screens flashes the cocky image of Toji, who saunters in the middle of the ring, flexing his muscles to his screaming fans.

When your signature theme plays, you do the same, to no shortage of fans yourself. You can feel everyone in the stadium, especially your male fans, rove over your figure. You’re wearing a very low cut top that displays the swell of your boobs and even tighter shorts that squeeze your ass and show off the shape of your pussy. As you walk towards Toji, you can feel his heavy gaze on you as you nervously shake his hand.

“Try to last long, okay?” Toji smirks, patting your shoulder. “I’ll try to drag this out as much as I can, but it’s gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.”

You glare at him, but there’s not much intensity there. “Yea, yea,” you huff. “For all I know, you’ll be my personal dildo today.”

And the fucker’s smile widens. “Let the games begin.”

Soon enough, the sound of the whistle draws you towards each other, keeping each other in a lock to tackle the other down in an objective to take off layers of their clothing. Your fans cheer when you have Toji underneath you for a split second, only for female ones to become more riotous as he easily overtakes you, pins your hands down, and wrenches your shorts off of you.

“Toji is currently in the lead!” The announcer’s voice in the stadium echoes of your defeat as you flail around, now bottoms only covered by your panties. Deciding to pull out your signature move, you maneuver so your thighs surround Toji’s waist and hump your hips against his bulge. This momentarily distracts and weakens Toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. You quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. The whole stadium, in fact, can his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.

Your attention is back to Toji as he chuckles darkly. “You’re going to regret that. I was going to drag this out, princess, but I gotta fuck the brat out of you.” With that, he puts his whole body weight on you and strips you down one by one.

The arena cheers as your lace bra is uncovered, your sweat shining on the screen as your breasts are displayed. Toji then unhooks your bra, and the roars get even louder as your tits pop out. He takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. “What a sensitive girl,” he coos. “Too bad she was too weak. Now she’s going through to have to take my cock.

With that, he finally unveils your glistening pussy for all eyes to see and the crowd goes wild, chanting for Toji to finish inside you. Toji flips you over so you’re on your hands and knees and pulls down his pants.

You don’t look back at the monster that’s about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck.” And Toji’s slowly entering you, the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. “The fuck this pussy’s so tight for? Thought you were a slut?”

You’re tearing up, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, “You’re not turning me on, small dick.”

He did not like that very much.

Toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. “Yea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? Why is she dripping? Just for that, I’m going to come inside of your slutty pussy.”

The crowd chants cum, cum, cum! and Toji just does that. Ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear Toji declared as winner.

GOJO SATORU ⸺ GIRL GETS FUCKED BY PEEPING TOM NEXT DOOR!

You sigh, extending your back and un clipping your bra, letting your tits bounce free after a long, long week of college. It was finally Friday night, and with no one in the house due to a party the rest of your family was attending, you could finally enjoy your time home on the holidays, starting with a solo session.

You clench your thighs in anticipation as you scrolled your phone, seeking an audio you could masturbate to. And you were close to finding one, until you felt eyes on you.

These eyes were nothing new. The boy next door, Gojo Satoru, has also been your crush since middle school. Even though neither of you have ever made a move, you’ve made bold moves since starting college, stripping with the blinds open to give him a show. You had kind of had a sixth sense as to when the fucker would start watching you, and it flared as you slowly dragged your hands down. Bending over and shaking your ass, you slipped your skimpy shorts down your legs, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy.

But masturbating wasn’t enough for today. None of the college frat bros could make you cum, no matter how much they boasted about their fuckin roster, and you were tired of Satoru just watching. Just seeing him work out shirtless in his lawn, sun shining his sweat to give him a golden halo, was enough to make you sick, hungry for his dick. The way he was so shy and the mannerisms he had (as a loser) let you know he had a big fucking dick.

Needless, to say, you were tired of just fantasizing and speculating about his dick. Turning around, the moonlight allowed you to see the silhouette of his wrist moving up and down his length, even if he had tried to make his best effort to darken his rooms. Putting on your best show of an angry face, you grab your phone aggressively and dial his number.

The line rings, and he picks up. “Hey,” and you can tell he’s a little breathless. “long time no see. What’s up?”

“Cut the fucking act out,” you spit. “I know you’ve been fucking watching me, perv.”

Satoru’s panic is comically obvious over the phone as he rushes his words. “Wait, wait—listen, I—I can explain.”

“On how you’re being a peeping tom?” You glare at his window. “Come over, Gojo. Then I’ll listen to your fucking explanation.”

One thing leads to another, and now you’re spread out on your childhood bed, Gojo whimpering and whining as he plows his dick into your pussy. “You feel so—so good. M’ sorry—sorry for doing that. Your pussy is too good for me to look at.”

You laugh meanly and grab his chin. “You feel sorry yet, you pervert?” And Satoru can only cry out as you yank his head. “Remember, this is the only fucking thing you’re good at. Being my glorified dildo. Got it? Now, you’re going to fill me up only after you make me cum at least two times.”

a/n yea this was depraved….lmk what yall think tho 😭

comment and reblog I’d love to hear your thoughts! (also, requests are open heheh)

NEW: part 2 here!

[ktaerssoi]

hii could you do a jealous kate fic PLEASEEE

jealously is my middle name

summary: blowing off a project for your girlfriend and her jealously.

(678)

kate martin x reader

Being a business major meant being paired up with others often, and by the middle of freshman year, most people had a go-to partner. Your go-to partner was Violet, she was pretty and super funny.

By senior year, you and she had worked on countless projects together. You guys had recently been assigned a project that would be part of your final grade, wanting to finish it early, you guys had planned to meet up the following day to get a basic layout.

there was one problem though, your girlfriend. Kate had been making up excuses for you to stay home all day, whether it was her pretending to be sick, saying that you had all semester, or just saying she would miss you so much that she would "die an agonizing death."

needless to say, she didn't want you to go. "Kate, I need to go, seriously now." you separated yourself from her, knowing that the physical contact would make you fold.

"I don't know where your problem with me hanging out with Violet is coming from, but we need to get this work done." You and Kate were standing by the front door of your guys' shared apartment, she was leaning against the wall, still trying to bargain with you.

"It's not that I had something against her, I just don't understand why you guys have to meet up so often. I mean seriously, it's like every other day." She had pushed herself off the wall, her hands finding your waist as she now stands in front of you.

you squirm at her touch, the simple action causing your cheeks to flush. "because it's our final kate, it's not like it's optional." you looked up at her, she was 6'0, so it got hard to focus sometimes when you guys were standing so close together.

she nodded, a disappointed look on her face, but you quickly saw her eyes change as a thought popped into her head. She stared down at your lips for a second, and then quickly pulled you into a kiss.

you kiss back quickly, melting into it, a pout on your face as she pulls away. "kate, you can't just do that." she gives you a confused look, but you don't miss the smirk on her face.

"do what? I can't give my girlfriend a goodbye kiss as she leaves to go hang out with another girl?" you shake your head, realizing what Kate's big problem is with Violet all of a sudden.

"you're jealous." you smile, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she tries to pull you closer (if it was even possible)

"I- what?" the look on her face makes you laugh, her being unable to defend herself, giving you all the proof you need. "I am not jealous."

She narrows her eyes, the tips of her ears reddening at your accusations. "you see y/n, if I was jealous, then I would be trying to get you to stay home. I'm not doing that. Leave for all I care, te ll Violet I say hi or whatever." she bites the inside of her cheek, her hands falling to her sides and off your waist, trying to act nonchalant.

"mhm, okay then, see you later k." you smile, kissing her goodbye as you go to reach for the door you don't get far and you feel her hands grab your waist once again pulling you toward her. "okay but seriously babe do you really have to start it today? wait until tomorrow at least," the end of her sentence is muffled as she barries her head into your neck, her front pressed up against your back as your hand is still on the doorknob.

"not jealous my ass."

-

you had texted Violet that something had come up, and you were unable to meet her that day, you and kate had spent the rest of the night watching movies. (along with other things)

it wouldn't be the last time you had to blow someone off for kate.

okay chat, i like dont absolutely hate this but it def isnt my fav, so ill prob rewrite it.. i was also thinking of rewriting the other kate fic bc i just don't like how i left it. also how do we feel about me writing for women's hockey?? lord kk harvey is so fine. anyway chat im actually dying sos - kate

[burntblueberrywaffles]

Thank you for the tag! I’ll take the plushies :3

Tagging @unlifeira @crazyexshipper @shadowqueenjude @realmermaid333 @fangeek-girl @rainbowsnowflake @lucygraysmockingjays @diamantdog and @darkacademiaburnout

(but feel free to participate if you want! If we’re mutuals take it as an automatic invitation to play lol I just don’t want to tag too many ppl)

thank you to @sea-buns for the tag the post got too long for me to rb lol but i am taking the stardew valley one. ive never played it once in my life

no pressure: @sparklezfallsinlovewithbooks @dam-bluecookies @harley-the-pancake @wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj @granma-sweetie and anyone else who wants to share whats in their room, mutuals or not

[fleur-bbyy]

BIRTHDAY BOY

✰ wc: 2.9k

✰ warnings: female reader, in the porn cinematic universe, p in v sex, rimming, pegging, unprotected sex, am sleepy will edit this im the morning apologies for spelling mistakes.

✰ a/n: happy birthday to my fav fictional boy! i think I restarted this a total of seven times and this one was the one i was the most content with. branched out of my comfort zone a bit but it was well worth it.

“fuck- ride my shit. ride it like it’s yours.”

the sounds of his sweaty skin slapping against your equally as sweaty skin filled the air of your bedroom. his heavy balls hitting your ass each time you bounced on him. his big hands roaming your body, only stopping to grope at your ass and tits. your body working overtime to bring him to his high.

you had started the evening out nicely, both in looks and events. you made sure weeks ago that bakugo wasn’t to be scheduled to shoot anything on his birthday so he could take the day off and relax. even going as far to make him turn off notifications for his socials and putting his phone on do not disturb so he wouldn’t be bothered by work at home.

you had cooked for him, finding out his favorite foods through your growing time shared together. you had also dressed up a bit. donning some of your more nicer, but still relatively casual clothing and putting on some of the blue colored mascara you knew he went crazy for. although he never really showed emotion, you could tell he was thankful for the effort you put in for his birthday.

now you looked a beautiful mess. blue-tinged tear tracks ran down your cheeks and your lipgloss had been smudged, but he still thought you looked like you were sent from the heavens. katsuki thrusted up into your needy, aching hole even though you insisted he just sit back and relax. telling him that you wanted to do the labor for his birthday, but he was never the one to hold back when he wanted something.

“y’gonna cum soon?” you couldn’t form the words to respond, instead just feverishly nodding your head. the fire in your belly only growing as you approached your release. “‘m so fuckin’ close. cum with me, baby. look at the fuckin’ camera and cum f’me.”

you’d hadn’t initially planned for this to be filmed. katsuki was the one who insisted on it. you tried to argue that having the camera would be like him still working, but he countered back saying he just wanted to be able to rewatch you whenever he pleased. who were you to keep trying to put up a fight with him on his birthday?

“gonna cum- fuckin’ shit- ‘m gonna cum so hard.” it only took a few more rough thrusts before you were arching your back and clenching down on him and he was spilling his seed into your wet heat. bouncing down on him to ride you both through your orgasms and going until he physically holds you down to stop you from moving.

“have some fuckin’ mercy. ‘m not as young as i was yesterday.”

“oh my god, you’re so damn corny.” you playfully slapped his shoulder and he gave you a half smile. one of those smiles you give someone when you’re too worn out for your muscles to pull your lips up all the way.

“i can be corny on my birthday.” he pulled himself out from you and laid is head back against the headboard for a few seconds to collect himself. lazily stroking your bare skin in the time being. “‘kay now, lemme up.”

“why? ‘m not done with you yet.” you firmly planted your hands against his bare chest to press him back down against your bed.

“what else could you possibly have prepared for me after dinner, the sloppiest head i’ve ever received, and amazing sex with a pretty girl?” you grinned a mischievous grin that didn’t go unnoticed by him. his face going from looking playful to a little more fearful.

“remember when I said I wanted to try something a little different with you?” he slowly nodded his head, narrowing his red eyes at you.

“thought we could maybe try it today?” you leaned over the edge of the bed to open your bedside drawer and pull out the dildo and harness that you had nestled away.

his reaction was honestly ten times better than expected. he didn’t explode into a fit of rage and he didn’t immediately deny you either. just stared at the silicone dick in your hand. a few moments of silenced passed before he replied.

“sure i guess.”

“i respect your choice and i’m sorry for- wait what?”

“i said sure. you goin’ deaf on me?” you inconspicuously pinched your leg to make sure you weren’t making this up.

“no. i just didn’t expect you to say yes.”

“well I did. you’ve been good t’me since we met, might as well indulge you a bit.” you smiled at him and he mirrored your reaction. reaching around to grab the back or your neck and pull you into a sultry kiss. “now go put that shit on. show me whatcha got.”

you hopped up off the bed to put the harness on. carefully fastening each loop and tightening the straps. this wasn’t something you’d done before, only having been done to you by women that knew what they were doing. you couldn’t help but be curious on what it’s like to be on the giving end. bakugo watched your every movement. eyeing your hands as you adjusted everything for your body. he’d been with other people with dicks, he’d just never been the recipient. he couldn’t deny the nervous feeling that stirred in his gut.

“just take it easy on me, alright? don’t wreck my insides.” he said as you climbed back into bed with him.

“course not. i’ll take good care of ya, birthday boy.” you slotted your lips against in another sensual kiss. swiping your tongue across his pink lips and tasting the saliva that they were coated with. he groaned at the string of spit that still connected the two of you when you parted.

“gonna need you to flip on your stomach.” you spoke as you climbed out of the way.

“already? y’just gonna stick it in just like that?” the way his voice was kind of shaky made you giggle. the thought of him actually nervous about something was a wild thought.

“no, dumbass, just listen to me.” you slapped the inside of his thigh and waited for him to turn over. smirking as he rolled his eyes and did as told. rolling onto his stomach and making a show of arching his ass into the air.

“do i look just like you?”

“eh, you’re a little flatter than me,” you had positioned yourself behind him and caught a good look at his unamused expression, “you’re pretty hot though, i’ll give you that.”

“got that fuckin’ right. just had you screamin’ my name and- oh fuck.” the sudden feeling of the pad of your tongue pressing against his ass stopped his train of thought. he moved into your touch. trying not to grind into your face even though he was dangerously close. his cock had grown hard as a rock and began to drool pre onto your sheets.

“you’re so fucking good.” his voice was almost whiny, arching his back even more into your touch as you dipped your tongue in his hole. spit had began to drip from your mouth and pool onto the bed. you couldn’t stop your hand from reaching around and grilling his thick cock. running your thumb over his slit and smearing the pre he had produced down his shaft.

katsuki never thought he’d be so greedy for someone tongue-fucking his ass, but the way his body careened into your touch was undeniable. nobody had ever left him whining and panting like this. nobody had ever made him start to sweat so quickly. he began to wonder if you were somehow sent to earth to be his personal kryptonite.

you kept jerking him and eating his ass until he was pulling away from your touch and babbling on about how he didn’t want to cum before you even got to fuck him. giving him one final good lick from his balls to the curve of his ass.

“fuck, y’tying to kill me?” your core started to tingle at his breathless voice. a surge of dominance shooting down your spine knowing that you caused it.

“just giving you a good birthday.” your hand connected with his ass and he groaned at the feeling.

“think ‘m ready for you.”

“you sure? i didn’t finger you or anything.”

“i’m ten seconds away from fucking my fist if you don’t fuck me soon.” you smiled down at him and caressed his cheek. his skin looks rough, but he always feels so soft under your hands. you used your other hand to grab a bottle of lube from your nightstand, warming up a small amount and spreading it along the shaft.

“should’ve made you suck it.”

“you like to push your luck.” you both giggled a little. you cherished moments like this. little lulls in the intimacy that look awkward from the outside. it created the best memories that you enjoyed to replay in your head from time to time.

“you ready?” you rubbed the tip around his hole and waited for a response. just earning a nod of the head. you positioned yourself and leaned over his body, blonde hairs tickling your face as you leaned into his ear.

“happy birthday, katsuki.”

you slowly worked your way in. earning moans and groans from the man underneath you. your hand snaked it’s way to his face and turned his head to look at him. his pretty eyes were tightly screwed shut and you could tell he was biting the inside of his cheek. your soft lips met his once more in an effort to distract him from the unfamiliar stretch.

“y’don’t gotta go so easy on me,” he began once you pulled back from him, “was only joking earlier. i can take this shit.”

“you sure?” you had bottomed out after a while of shallow, slow thrusts to accustom him to the size.

“i’m katsuki fucking bakugo. i can take this shit.” a smirk creeped its way onto your face as you pulled almost all the way out.

“whatever you want, kats.” your hips roughly slammed back into his ass, causing him to jump forward a loudly let out a moan. your hips kept up the pace, it wasn’t as brutal as you could take, but it was bad enough for him to not be able to hold back the noises the left his throat.

your hands trailed up and down his sides in somewhat of an effort to relax him some more. nails lightly grazing his skin just enough to cause goosebumps to raise. his hips began to gently meet your thrusts as he got adjusted to the stretch.

“how’s it feelin’, kats?”

“so goddamn good.” it was as if the wind had been knocked out of him when he spoke. voice breathy and barely loud enough for you to register his words.

you used one of your hands to knock him off his hands and down to his elbows, allowing you to thrust deeper and also causing the tip to hit his prostate every time you bottomed out. the sensation unfamiliar to him and only causing his whines to grow louder and his impending orgasm to come even closer.

“makin’ me go fuckin’ crazy, baby.” something about how he already sounded so fucked out made your pussy gush onto the already soaked crotch of the harness. you reached around once more to you with his cock. the tile was an angry red and his pre continued to feverishly drip from his slit.

“gonna cum already, katsu?” you could feel his heavy balls tightening as you fondled them and it was becoming harder and harder to push in to his ass.

“shut up and let me have this.” he didn’t feel like being witty with you. in all honesty, he probably couldn’t even try to come up with a sarcastic remark. his brain was too foggy with pleasure for him to think.

your hand was small in comparison to his thick cock. it barely fitting around as you continued your ministrations. he was leaking all over your fingers as you jerked him and he was practically fucking himself on your cock trying to chase his orgasm.

“fuck.. ‘m gonna cum. please please don’t stop.” you could’ve been a bitch. could’ve got him back for all the times he’s edged you. could’ve denied him and waited for that impending feeling to subside and start all over again, but you weren’t a total asshole. deciding to save payback for another day.

your hand was beginning to cramp from how hard and fast you were jerking his dick. your hips beginning to stutter as if you could feel any sort of sensations from the silicone cock. your eyes traveling to his ass, the curve of his back, and to his face that was almost smushed in the mattress, and going back to his ass. the way it jiggled like yours when you were being hit from the back. you couldn’t deny how pretty he looked and you wanted to see how pretty he looked when he came from you topping him.

“come on kats, cum for me. i know you want to. just let go. fucking cum for me.” you had leaned over his hulking, sweaty figure once more to speak directly in his ear. lips ghosting the shell before you moved down to place open mouthed kisses on his neck’s sweet spot.

“i- shit- ‘m cumming- fuck fuck fuck.” he grunted one last time before he the coil twisted in his stomach finally unraveled. the first rope of cum shot as far as it could reach, hitting the part of his chest that was pressed to the bed. the next few still shooting a little closer to your fist, but still far enough that it didn’t touch your hand. the last few ropes spilling onto your fist as his hips still slightly bounced back on you to ride out the last bit of his orgasm.

you gently and slowly pulled out of him and he collapsed onto you bed. unfastening the harness and letting it drop to the ground before stepping your feet out from the holes.

“gonna go get water. you’ll be good here, right?” you took the lazy wave of his hand as a yes and scurried downstairs.

bakugo always claimed he wasn’t much of a sweet tooth, but you always watched the way his eyes widened when he came across red velvet cake. learning from one of his friends that his mom made it for him when he was younger and thus making it a favorite. you pulled quite a few strings to get in contact with his mom and convincing her to make the cake. having to drive a few cities away to pick it up.

you carefully cut a slice and placed it on a plate. grabbing a fork and making some ice water before returning back to your bedroom to see a sweatpant-clad katsuki taking your soiled sheets off the mattress and into your laundry basket.

“why are you doing my laundry on your birthday?”

“just felt like the nice thing to do.” he turned around and his eyes slightly widened at the sight of the slice of cake in your hands. “where’d ya get that?”

“had once last surprise for you. you’re just like mrs. bakugo.” you could’ve sworn his eyes softened when you said it was his mother that made the cake.

“thank you, seriously, haven’t had someone do so much for me on my birthday in a long time.” you handed over the plate and let him dig in whilst you threw on an oversized tee. noticing the red blink of something placed near your dresser.

shit. you forgot the camera was still recorded.

“how the fuck did this thing not run out of space?” you quietly grumbled to yourself, but it was still loud enough to catch the blond’s attention.

“you can edit that and post it if you want.”

“huh?”

“open your damn ears woman,” he paused to chew and swallow another bite of cake, “i know there’s a swarm of people that wanted to see me take one up the ass.” you guffawed at his last sentence as you took the camera card out to transport the footage to your laptop.

“thank you again. serious. i actually enjoyed gettin’ the princess treatment.”

“nothing to thank me for. just hope i made your birthday memorable.”

“oh definitely, sweets. won’t ever forget losing the back door virginity.” his large arms settled onto your shoulders as you inserted the card into the card reader. he placed a light kiss to your temple as you got to work on the computer.

“this mean you’ll let me do it again?”

“push your luck one more time i swear to god.”

“i’ll let you fuck me again if it means you’ll consider.” you smiled and looked back at him as he pretended to think. eyes rolling to look at the ceiling and tapping a finger against his chin.

“think you’ve got yourself a deal.”

[aestrayla]

study session ft. gojo satoru

summary: you take satoru to the library to study for upcoming exams, what antics will he come up with while you’ve fallen asleep? ft. gojo satoru x f!reader

cw: SPOILERS (kind of lol), fluff, my humour, pet names (sweetheart)

word count: 0.4k

a/n: i'm currently DEFINITELY shadowbanned so hopefully this gets out to some if not anyone 😭 anyways, this is me writing about studying because instead of this i should be studying for my exams LOL

a kick to your foot had you jolted awake from your little nap, headphones halfway through playing [your fav song] and a pen stuffed between your fingers.

putting the pen back to paper, a second kick had you pulling your headphones off, brows starting to furrow.

the third, and final kick, had you shooting up from your seat, peering over the desk wall at the white haired man in front of you. the screech from your chair causing some to look your way.

“can you stop that?” you hissed, loud enough for only him to hear.

“stop what?” he replied, a dopey grin plastered to his face, clearly amused at your looming form above him.

“i was trying to study!”

“yeah right, i could hear you snoring from a mile away,” he snickered.

“fuck you, satoru,” you seethed under your breath.

“sorry sweetheart, but you weren’t responding to my texts,” he waved around his phone, the screen open to your text messages.

you peered back down to your phone and saw a flood of message notifications, all from one person.

2:26pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: yo can u help me w this question??

2:27pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: hello???

2:28pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: oh so its like that??

2:30pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: is that u snoring?? can u stop pls ppl are staring 🙄

2:31pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: attachment: 1 image

2:31pm: samsung galaxy z flip 3: LMAOO watch this be my new lockscreen 😂😂

you look back at him, obviously annoyed and he just shrugs, clearly unbothered.

“so you gonna help me, or what?”

making your way around the rows of tables, you finally stop at satoru’s.

“so what’s the problem?” you lean over his desk, scanning through the mess of papers.

“the problem is,” he suddenly grabs you by your wrist and pulls you into his lap. you yelp in surprise, startled by his sudden moves, “i’m kinda hungry, can we go for crepes?”

you push at the desk to swerve around to face him, “crepes? seriously? i thought you said you were going to study seriously for me today!”

he pulls you closer by your waist, “please, we’ve been here for hours already. you know i need my daily sugar fix,” he pouted.

you narrow your eyes at him, eyeing his features. from his bright blue eyes to his criminally glossy lips.

“i promise i’ll study twice as hard tomorrow so, please?”

you sigh, “fine, i give up.”

a/n: who wants a part two where the problem is actually his throbbing d**k??! LOLL

©2023 aestrayla. do not modify, copy, translate or share.

[reveluving]

i can't believe my dog listens to my girlfriend more than me, an issue by commander graves

summary: a.k.a commander graves has a shiba inu, who clearly favours you over him.

warnings: fluff, cuz who doesn't love a fic with a man from cod and a dog! + brief se~xual mentions (minors DNI—mf gives you an ass slap because he loves it)

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graves owns a shiba inu named kai and is scolding him for making a mess in the house, only for the pooch to start yelling over his words like a kid covering his ears and going “LALALALA-” in an childish argument.

kai makes the same mess again but this time, it takes place around the time you and graves start dating and living together, so just when you’re about to scold him, you hear graves chuckle, wishing you a “good luck” before smacking your ass as you move off the couch. he begrudgingly lets you go at first, you felt the way his fingers dug into your waist, but the thought of seeing kai arguing with someone else for once?

he had to see this. 

he watches with a smirk as you and kai stare at one another, not even breaking contact ones when the latter sits up the same time you crouch right in front of him. 

he turns away from a moment, changing the TV channel but also preparing to hear his buddy yell over your words as soon as you open your mouth, especially with a tone as soft as yours, so imagine his bewilderment when he doesn’t hear a single protest from the pooch. 

no, but kai does, however, bow while covering his face with his paws and whining, almost embarrassed by the fact that its you being ‘mad’ at him, not graves. 

“aww, it’s okay,” you cooed, letting kai lean into your touch as you scratched behinds his ears, “try to tone it down, okay?”

and boom, kai’s back to his happy pupper self, wagging his tail and bumping his body weight into you to find that you're not, well, never mad at him. graves, on the other hand, wasn’t even watching the TV at this point, his mouth not only gaping at how the scene played out but also in disbelief at what seemed to be a cheeky look on his dog’s face. 

there’s no telling when graves moved from the couch, but you jumped when you felt his entire body pressed against yours, the feeling of his muscles practically hard to miss. he easily hoists you up, away from kai, and narrowed his eyes at him, but the doggo seemed all too pleased.

“go outside, kai.” for once, the pooch listened, zooming out of the house through the front door (when was that opened?) and probably excited to continue his zoomies episode, leaving you in the arms of your boyfriend. 

“phil, surely you’re not je-” 

"nope, that word’s not allowed in the house.”

“uh, since when?” keep in mind, you're having this conversation while he's still holding you in a way that a child would with their teddy bear; arms wrapped around the underside of your breasts, his chin comfortably resting on your shoulder and let's face it, your feet probably dangling off the floor right now.

(I don't have a size kink what are you talking about—)

“since now.” it was a no brainer that graves was, in fact, jealous of his dog, who knew! but he wasn’t going to let you finish that thought either, instead, he carries you over back to the couch with ease, letting you squish or caress his chin and tease him for a while, only because you’d ‘apologize’ with kisses right after.

a/n: there were zero thoughts in the making of this fic(?). but it's also inspired by kylothedog because that shiba inu is something else (affectionately obv <3). that, and I wanted to talk about (one of) my fav cod men. you may not necessarily like him but my god is he handsome 🧎🏻‍♀️

[kasienda]

Fanfiction Year in Review 2023

I fill this out every year. It’s become a bit of a tradition for me. Allows me to reflect on everything that I’ve written and kinda think about where I want to go next. And I like it better from the ask games because I don’t have to wait for asks to come in and can compare my answers from one year to the next. ^_^

1 List of fics completed this year in the order they were finished:

Displaced (Ladrien oneshot)

No Regrets (Ladynoir oneshot - smut)

You Don’t Have To Pretend With Me (Platonic Adrino oneshot)

Representation Reveal (S5 Adrinette oneshot)

Kisses in the Rain (S5 AU Love Square - technically multichapter, but it’s shorter than many of my one-shots)

Would Trust You With Everything (Adrino multichapter)

Just An Ordinary Girl (Marichat oneshot)

Love Remains (Ladynoir multichapter)

Spin the Bottle (OT4 with cour four - technically oneshot, but it’s longer than Kisses and has more kisses in it. Haha!)

2 Number of words written: 

Written: 166,114 words

Published: 151,018 words (more than twice 2022’s number!! Go me!!) 

Those numbers are incredibly close together because I haven’t been redrafting as much. Those numbers include six one shots, three completed multi chapters. And another four multi chapter WIPs saw at least one update.

And in another fun milestone! I broke a million words published on Ao3 just this last week!! (I've been writing fic since 2003 and everything I've ever written is on Ao3!)

3 Your most popular fic:

Not Part of the Plan - I suspect that this is mostly because being a teen pregnancy fic, it’s my most tropiest story this year. Haha! 

4 Your personal fav:

Aftermath - This story has usurped Right Behind You as my favorite. I’ve been able to connect to the raw hurt and grief in this story, and there’s something very raw and human about it that others seem to be able to connect to as well. I think it’s some of my best work, and that is also thanks to an amazing beta in @ladyofthenoodle who has lent her expertise in more than one way in making this one more true to lived experience. 

5 Your fav scene:

It’s so hard to pick a favorite!! I narrowed it down to my three favorites in no particular order. 

The last scene in Ch 5 Love Remains - Chat Noir give amnesiac Ladybug a geography lesson from space. It’s got Whole New World vibes, and I just loved the imagery of it.

Ch 4 of Aftermath - I’m particularly proud of Marinette’s panic attack when Adrien tells her she doesn’t have to keep coming over. Like it feels like it comes out of nowhere, but it just totally makes sense. And how it manifests and how she soothes herself (it’s not healthy, but it’s so GOOD!)

Ch 7 of Would Trust You With Everything - The scene where Chat Noir tries to tell Nino who he is, but inevitably doesn’t. And how Nino reassures him through all that. This scene feels so raw, but so heartwarming in light of Adrien’s fears. And I don’t know - it’s beautiful to me.

6 A fic or scene that challenged you:

I really struggled with Right Behind You this year, though it wasn’t for lack of trying! I had started out the year hoping to go back to an update a month here and I only updated it three times throughout 2023. 

This was incredibly frustrating because the initial drafts of scenes would come pretty easily, but I couldn’t seem to make them pop the way the earlier chapters did. The good news is I think I figured out what the issue was. Most of my writing this year has been speed writing. And a big part of that is just where I’ve been emotionally. I’m very very out of practice in editing and redrafting, which this story and Aftermath both definitely need. 

I’ve only been able to edit Aftermath because I’ve had a ton of help. (Thanks Noodles!) Sadly, it’s harder to find betas for rarepairs, but I have succeeded! (Thanks@coffeebanana!)

7 A line of writing you’re proud of: 

“She wanted to be there to see it. To see him.”

This line is way better in context, but I’ve made myself cry about three times with it. And I refuse to explain it because that would give its power away. Guess you’ll just have to go read Aftermath. 

8 A comment that touched you: 

I can never answer this question without mentioning several!! 

Would Trust You With Everything - this story had a ton of enthusiastic followers - way more than rarepair work usually gets, and I wrote this story right after my life fell apart and all the commenters here made throwing this story together just that much more joyful during a time when I REALLY needed it. (I'm looking at you, @bittersweetresilience, @bbutterflies @flightfoot @coffeebanana and so many others that I don't know your tumblr name!!!) Not Part of the Plan Comments - I added sex ed lessons to the end of each chapter here because there’s so much about fertility and pregnancy that people don’t know if typical pregnancy fics are anything to go by, and this seemed to inspire so many people to share their pregnancy stories!!! And these have been so cool because I’ve learned that these stories just don’t often have an opportunity to be shared. And it’s neat that this story with its accompanying lessons could create a space for that!! Aftermath comments - lots of people who have really struggled with moderate to severe depression have apparently felt very seen by this fic. And that a story that is essentially about two characters who feel very alone and like no one can understand can help people feel LESS alone and MORE understood is simply amazing!! I love this story so much!! AHH!! Here's one from @neurovascular-entrapta that meant a lot to me.

9 Something that inspired your writing:

Grief and the need to feel things in a distant abstract-these-are-story-book-characters kind of way so I don’t have to feel my actual feelings as closely every moment of the day really kept me writing the whole year long.

10 Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

My writing has been really raw and messy this year, and I can’t keep tenses straight to save my life. But there’s something powerful about the rawness that I really like even as all the grammatical errors and the lack of effort on the technical side of most of my stories has driven me nuts. 

I am proud of myself for being able to get back into the big projects in these last few months after not being able to face them from April to October. And I’ve started participating in a few writing events here and there again in addition to working on my own pet projects. 

11 Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

Well, I wanted to finish Not Part of the Plan in 2023, which didn’t happen only barely! So hoping the last chapter and the epilogue make it out within the next month. Once that’s done I think I want to try and make Aftermath and Right Behind You my primary focus projects this year. And of course, I’m sure new plot bunnies and writing events will take over my brain on occasion. Last year, I said I wanted my writing to become a reliable mental health tool for me again, and I’m glad to say that it definitely was that for 2023. I hope I’m able to use my writing this year to continue my healing journey. 

And maybe go and proofread all of the fics I finished in 2023 to fix all the inconsistent tense issues to prepare them for being bound eventually!

12 Anyone you would like to thank?

SO MANY PEOPLE!

@jennagrinsoverml for being one of my oldest fandom friends! For becoming a real life friend for all that we haven't actually met in person. For all the times you vented to me and listened and sent me pictures of your family and gushed over pictures of mine. I'm lucky to know you!

@ladyofthenoodle - for showing up in my DMs, For being a most insightful beta, for dragging me into a larger community over and over again, for listening to both my real struggles and my first world problems, for being my friend!!

@thelibraryloser - I don't know how to put this into words. But I very much look up to you. For your resilience through difficult times - you are role-model for how to handle this world with grace and kindness. Thank you for your stories!

@coffeebanana - for being so enthusiastic in the creation process before and after! When I have a story that is getting no attention one comment from you makes it so it doesn't matter. You give me all I need.

@bittersweetresilience and @wackus-bonkus-maximus for just being so kind and enthusiastic and supportive of any idea I happen to be talking about in any given moment. I guess for enabling me. Haha!

@blur0se and @mila-beedoodling for sharing your ideas and inspiring me to create new things!!

@asukiess, @chocoluckchipz, @sariahsue, @miabrown007 for creating so many beautiful things and for being kind and engaging in so many conversations!

And now, I'm really nervous that I'm forgetting someone because this is the first time where I feel like I've had more than three fandom friends. Haha! It's a good problem to have I suppose. In general, thank you to the miraculous community for helping me to survive this year. <3 <3 <3

Happy New Year Everyone!!

I invite anyone who wants to, to fill this out! (Or something similar because I think it can be modified for artwork pretty easily). But if you do, please tag me, so I can be a cheerleader for all you've accomplished this year!

[respectthepetty]

Well well well well!

I have seen you being asked about your fav TW BL dramas. but I’m here to ask about…… your top 10 (or however many you want tbh) BL thai dramas!

Teeheeheeee!!

Ps: can someone else pop up and then ask you too Korean BL dramas? *wink*

Anon, I think YOU will have to come back and ask about my top Korean dramas because after people see this list, they will realize how trashy I truly am and never seek a response from me again. I've already written about my Top GMMTV Actors, my Top GMMTV Pairs, and my Top Five Taiwanese BLs, but this requested list will really show people that I am a dumpster fire, so let me present my

Top Ten Thai BLs

Before I start, I need to list my personal preferences since I have watched over 150 Thai BLs (if not 200), with a third coming from within the past year and a half alone. A show must meet at least two:

Don't bury the gay (MANDATORY!)

Be gay. Do crime! aka "Eff the police" (literally or figuratively)

I'm a messy bi, and I'll cry if I want to

Adulting is hard like my sexual attraction for you

Vice Vers(a) - Flipping the norms and changing dynamics

Next, I need to establish some ground rules:

The series must have completed prior to June 1, so Step by Step, Be My Favorite, La Pluie and other running shows cannot be considered.

It had to be marketed as a BL, so 3 Will Be Free, The Warp Effect, and Great Men Academy cannot be considered.

I could only pick a pair once, so most of GMMTV shows couldn't be considered if I picked another show the pair was featured in.

It couldn't have hurt my queer feelings, so My Only 12%, Until We Meet Again, I Told Sunset about You, and 180 Degree Longitude Passes through Us were cut for rubbing salt in real-world wounds.

A third of the final list had to be BL shows that aired prior to 2022.

Narrowing it down with those two filters, here are a dozen shows that didn't make the cut with a brief reasoning:

The Eclipse - pair already picked

Triage - the gay died each time the clock reset

Ghost Host, Ghost House - not within my personal preferences

Never Let Me Go - aired in 2022. Sorry Jojo!

My School President - pair already picked

Secret Crush on You - aired in 2022

Bad Buddy - it knows what it did to me

Together with Me - pair already picked

Lovely Writer - not within my personal preferences

A Tale of Thousand Stars - pair already picked

Between Us - it knows what it did to me

My Ride - not within my personal preferences

One more thing before I give you the list -

Honorable Mentions

To Sir, With Love

I was raised on soap operas and telenovelas, so this lakorn was seventeen episodes of blissful drama, yet served one of the best pairings and family members of 2022. It was also a historical drama, so the ending being happy was unexpected, but much appreciated.

Destiny Seeker

All the shows on my list have color coding, but this show wins every color-coding award I can give. As a self-proclaimed color demon, this show fed my soul and my heart with its color exchange between two great characters who were just trying to unify the Pretty Boys and the Jocks in a tale as old as time, yet more colorful than ever.

Now, the actual list

Top Ten Thai BLs

#10 - Dark Blue Kiss

Pete and Kao went from a bit toxic in This Kiss series, to a solid couple trying to navigate the difficult situation of having one person in a relationship still in the closet. The reason was realistic as well - career. Kao coming out could have not only hurt his future, but his mother's job as well, and the socioeconomic difference between Pete and Kao was front and center during these discussions. Mix all of that with the addition of Sun and Mork and their dynamic of light enemies to lovers, and this ended up being a surprise favorite. It also had beautiful cinematography at a period when the production value of BLs was being elevated which is greatly due to director/screenwriter Aof and cinematographer Rath.

#9 - Big Dragon

If someone would have told me during the first episode that I would like love this show as much as I did by the end, I would not have believed it, but here I am, in love with this show. It started off with two idiots being at their peak toxic level, yet ended with the softest men in love. The cinematography was beautiful, Mangkorn and Yai had a natural chemistry when teasing each other, and the music was good, so good that I actually listened to the lead sing his love confession…twice! Mos and ISBANKY made me excited to see what else Star Hunter has in store, and that was a door I had closed long ago. Big Dragon 2 when?

#8 - Bed Friend

Much like Big Dragon, I showed up for a raunchy series about fuck buddies, but ended up witnessing two men work through trauma and showed that with support, healing is possible. King was the biggest green flag that has ever graced my screen, and the way Net's big brown eyes portray lust, love, and devotion is a skill that only matches James' embodiment of a sex kitten. I watched them in Catch Me Baby, but Bed Friend brought an entire new level of chemistry from them that balanced the heavier aspects of the show in a way that any other pair would have squandered. Because of NetJames, this show will remain in my tops for years to come, and makes me even more excited for Love Upon a Time.

#7 - You're My Sky

We, collectively, did this show dirty. As BL fans, we did not appreciate it enough, and still don't. Because it came out in 2022, a year stacked with excellent BLs, it was pushed to the sidelines when it should have been at everyone's top for any number of reasons like the pairings were solid (childhood friends, senior/freshman, pseudo-enemies to lovers), the plot was consistent, and the cinematography was beautiful. We have a few sports-related BLs which do a great job of discussing the connection between toxic masculinity and male-dominated sports, and although this series didn't lean all the way in, it gave us a glimpse of what men must sacrifice in order to be considered the best in such an environment, especially when it comes to love.

#6 - Not Me

Every character is shippable with every other character. That is the power of this series. Yet, because I’m petty, I’m still holding a grudge not about GramBlack (Eugene/Gene, really?!) BUT that ToddBlack did not happen! In a show that was queer in several aspects (marriage equality, society’s disapproval, found family, etc.), it was strange that it didn’t deliver on the Black front examining how power dynamics, socioeconomic inequality in regards to privilege, and performance of masculinity affect queer experiences (all possessed by the ToddBlack pairing), but what it did deliver was a great premise about fighting back against oppression (labor discrimination, educational gaps, monopolies), which is why even though the ending was shaky, it still deserves a top spot for existing.

#5 - KinnPorsche

As much as I wrote about this show, I’m shocked it isn’t #1, but sitting through the final episode’s credits believing what I believed about Vegas left me feeling a certain type of way that I’m still not over. It had all the elements I love: Be gay, do crime, messy tears, vice vers(a), and the cinematography was perfection. Symbolism and foreshadowing were intertwined into every scene, so watching each episode was an experience and the aftermath was devouring hours of meta analysis. This was the first series I was excited to watch live unmuted and at normal speed, and I liked each pairing, plus rooted for others who were never going to happen (Big & Chan, Khun & everyone), which made this a fun journey even after the final credits finished (World Tour, anyone?!).

#4 - Love Mechanics

I LOVE MESS, and this show gave me ten glorious messy episodes of the messiest mess. Much like the chokeholds VeeMark excelled out, this show had me by the throat (implication intended). I was shocked when it was announced En of Love: Love Mechanics would be remade and extended from four episodes into ten. I liked the original, but the basic plot (drunkenly having sex right at the beginning – how very Together with Me of them) did not sit well with me the first time around, yet once I saw the remake’s trailer, I WAS SOLD! Look at the angst! Look at the pining! Look at the chemistry! Look at the same steps and dorm from Together with Me! I could write forever about this show because it is better than the original, it was so similar to Together with Me that I had to squint to make sure it wasn’t, and the happy ending with Mark’s tears, although never doubted, feels like a personal win, which is why it was my number one of 2022.

#3 - Manner of Death

MaxTul own me. Every couple I watch gets compared to MaxTul and the chemistry they bring. Together With Me is a favorite, but when Manner of Death aired, it spotlighted the evolution of MaxTul in the most beautiful way imaginable. The dark plot of drug and sex trafficking was difficult for most, but both of these characters' commitment to finding the truth in their own way while taking on the ACAB attitude even towards the one police officer they did like was a buffet that just kept serving me. I was truly worried because of the nature of the show that a happy ending wouldn't be possible, but not only did the show end with vows being exchanged, but the promise of another season as well. TRANSPLANT WHEN?!

#2 - Moonlight Chicken

This was an adult show and toes the line of being truly queer media rather than a standard BL. I felt seen every time Jim sat silently examining his life and his choices. His hesitation to open his heart again to another person after being hurt in such a realistically queer way in a country that doesn't have marriage equality almost made me cut this show due to hurting my queer feelings. However, if I was willing to give up three pairs (FirstKhao -The Eclipse, GeminiFourth - My School President, and EarthMix - A Tale of Thousand Stars) for this one show, I knew it had to included. Aof working around the grief of losing a parent while examining gentrification and generational trauma all through a queer lens is a feat most would fail at, but this show shines, literally and figuratively thanks once again to cinematographer Rath.

#1 - He's Coming to Me

I must end where I began - Aof, the director and screenwriter, changed the Thai BL game with this one, and hasn't slowed down since, which is why two of his other pieces are in my top ten, and several others are featured in my short list. Cinematographer Rath has also made his mark on this list, and it all started with this one for me. No other BL series has stuck with me the way He's Coming to Me has. Not one element of this show doesn't work. It's cohesive. It's emotional. It's everything to me. I cannot give this show enough praise. It created a unique magic in eight episodes that hasn't left my heart for four years.

And probably never will.

Now, who wants to ask about Korea?

[anzynai]

Genuinity

Epel x Riddle (TWST)

a/n: GOSSHHHH TITLES THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE…. erm. BUT i always really liked this ship (it was my fav before i started really liking azul) so let me be self-indulgent and write a little something for these two,,,, also i really hope that i got them in character(?) maybe i made them a bit too affectionate IDKKK its my fic anyway so ermmmm…. ALSOO JAI STOP USING “…” A MILLION TIMES IN FICS CHALLENGE GO but either way, ENJOY <33

summary: epel sees riddle’s genuine smile and laughter and doesn’t know what to do with himself.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: contains tickling

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“Aw, that’s real cute,” Epel cooed, kneeling, when the small hedgehog nibbled happily on its meal. Riddle gave another hedgehog their food, as it responded the same way.

“They are quite adorable, aren’t they?” Riddle agreed. Epel made the mistake of looking at him because on the other’s face was a smile so full of fondness and joy, it was hard to imagine it was Riddle who donned it.

“Y-yeah, thanks for inviting me.” Epel said, a bit caught off-guard. He tried focusing his attention on the little hedgehogs in front of him when he heard shuffling beside him. He turned his head, seeing a few of the hedgehogs crawling on top of Riddle, who fell back on the grass as more crawled over to him.

“H-hey, that tickles!” Riddle cried, and then Epel heard it. Riddle was giggling. The legs of the hedgehogs scurried all over his body, going every which way, so it tickling.. did make sense. But it was just so weird to see Riddle giggling! Epel hadn’t even realized he was staring until Riddle had gotten all the hedgehogs off, no longer laughing but a bright grin on his face. It shifted to confusion when he looked at Epel.

“Epel?” He asked, looking a little concerned. Epel flinched, and he tried as hard as he could to will a blush from rising to his cheeks. He wasn’t sure how successful it worked out, though.

“Yeah, sorry! You– I mean, the hedgehogs were really cute!” Epel croaked. Really, what was with him today? So what if he liked the guy.. just a tiny-bit. Getting all tongue-tied and all? That was not like him at all.

Riddle looked doubtful, but didn’t push. The entire time they were with the hedgehogs, Epel couldn’t stop thinking about how cute Riddle was, smiling and laughing like that. Urghhh….

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Epel.. kinda started craving seeing Riddle like that again. He had to admit he started going a bit overboard, but he couldn’t help it! Riddle was ticklish and it was cute!

One time, Epel found the housewarden in the library, looking quite focused on his book.

“Hey, Riddle.” Epel smiled from behind the other, poking him in the side to greet him.

“Hah!” Riddle jumped and giggled, but before he could question it, Epel would change the subject.

Another time, he was with Riddle, who was trying to reach a jar on the shelf in the cafeteria kitchen. Epel was just as short as he was, so he couldn’t really be much help.

“Gah! Epel!” Riddle screeched, his arms clamping down when the freshman scribbled his fingers underneath his armpit.

“Heh, sorry. Thought there was a bug.” Epel explained. Riddle narrowed his eyes at him, suspicious, but stayed silent. They ended up retrieving the jar after finding a ladder in the corner of the room. This time, Riddle made sure Epel was far, far away before reaching for it again.

The next time, they were sitting on the couch in the Heartslabyul lobby together after Epel had asked Riddle to tutor him on a subject he had been struggling with. He knew Riddle had developed a soft spot for him because he had agreed instantly, despite the fact that they were from different dorms. He would by lying if he hadn’t been developing a soft spot for him either.. maybe even more than that. Romance wasn’t his thing, though, and Riddle wouldn’t like some apple farmer from the middle of nowhere, so he took any chance he could get to be close to the other.

Riddle was teaching him how to solve a question and Epel was.. well, he was bored. He knew he asked for this, but he had never been the learning type! Could you blame him?

He squeezed Riddle’s side, casually.

“And so you– Hck!” Riddle gasped, covering his side with his hand. Epel waited for Riddle to say something. He had been doing this quite a bit, he knew that, and Riddle clearly knew something was up, but he never asked. It was strange, especially with how confrontational the housewarden tended to be.

This time was no different. He stared at Epel, a light blush on his face, before he sighed. It was slow and long, and it even made Epel a bit nervous, until Riddle looked back at the textbook, explaining the concepts like nothing had happened.

Well, whatever. He supposed he should get serious now and he picked up his pen.

Thirty minutes later, they actually managed to get a lot done, which he sort-of expected, seeing as Riddle was his tutor.

“Lastly, I had one last thing I wanted to ask you,” Riddle started, and Epel hummed.

“What is it?”

“Is there any reason you have been particularly interested in tickling me?” Epel’s eyes widened at that and Riddle looked like he was trying hard to be tough, but still radiated nervousness.

“Ah, so you did notice.”

“Do you take me for a fool?” Riddle deadpanned and Epel shook his head.

“Of course not! I was just wondering when you would say something.” Riddle raised a brow.

“And why is that?” There. The question Epel had been waiting for. But, now that he said it, should he really go through with it? It took him exactly one second to decide that yes, he absolutely should.

“So that I can do this!” Epel jumped, reaching over to Riddle’s sides with both hands and squeezing. Riddle’s hands were grasping his wrists in an instant, trying to push him away out of reflex, but perhaps Epel’s determination had strengthened him.

The blush on Riddle’s face bloomed into a deep red as he bit his lip, clearly trying to conceal his giggles. Epel’s grin turned mischievous and he started kneading his fingers along Riddle’s sides and hips.

“E-ehehepel..!” Riddle spit out, as his back met the back of the couch.

“Yeah?”

“S-stop this ahahat ohonce!” He cried, squirming. Epel smiled at that, pretending to think.

“No, it’s not everyday I get to see you smile! Let me cherish it for a little longer, yeah?” Epel traveled over different areas over Riddle’s body, internally noting down what spots were particularly sensitive and what wasn’t.

He got comfortable and relaxed a bit while tickling him because there was no way Riddle would do anything childish like tickle someone.

That was his first mistake because apparently Riddle’s thighs were not really that ticklish at all and by the time that Epel discovered that, the housewarden had already grabbed ahold of his wrists, with a smile on his face but no longer laughing.

“O-oh.”

“Oh, indeed.” Riddle doesn’t seem upset, Epel thought to himself. He would hate it if he actually made him uncomfortable but he had seen what Riddle looked like when he was angry, though he hadn’t been at the receiving end of it. He sighed. His fun was over, he supposed, but maybe he could find ways to tickle him in the future. He doubted Riddle would let his guard down so easily again…

He looked back at Riddle who was– wait, what was with that smirk on his face?!

Epel’s eyes widened when Riddle began tickling… him…! Having not expected it, he burst into giggles instantly.

“W-wahahait, Rihihihiddle!” He cried, as he tried to curl in on himself. How could he have let this happen?!

“Ah, so you are ticklish. With how confident you were in tickling me, I wouldn’t have thought,” Riddle chuckled, and who was this guy?! Riddle Rosehearts– his crush, mind you–was tickling Epel?

Epel thought his heart was going to absolutely explode. Epel had always cursed his ticklishness. Tickling was cute and he wanted to be the opposite of that. He only did it to Riddle because he thought that he wouldn’t retaliate. Clearly, he was wrong.

“Ack! Nohoho!” Epel giggled, his face heating up. He couldn’t have even stopped his blush if he tried, too distracted by Riddle’s fingers poking and prodding at his sensitive stomach.

“Did you think I wouldn’t retaliate?” Riddle asked, looking very, very smug. Though, who wouldn’t be in his situation. Riddle continued to scribble his fingers over his tummy and belly button, painfully slow and calculated.

Epel, too caught up in laughter, couldn’t form a proper response to that. He tried pushing at Riddle’s hands, but just like him, RIddle seemed determined. “Rihihihiddle!”

“What’s the matter?” Riddle replied, his fingers now gliding along Epel’s ribs.

“Plehehehase! Mehehehercy!” Epel shouted, feeling tingles all over his body and starting to become a bit overwhelmed. Luckily, Riddle did, in fact, relinquish his attack, allowing Epel a chance to breathe.

“Are you alright?” Riddle asked him, scooting a bit farther to give him space.

“Gah, you got me real good, huh? Wasn’t expectin’ that at all…” Epel said, when he felt he could finally breathe normally. Epel wasn’t tickled often. His folks back home still tickled him from time to time, but since going to Night Raven College, it had decreased. Of course, Vil would poke him in the side to jolt him awake and Rook was, well, being Rook, but despite that, it didn’t happen too much. Not like this. Despite that, he found himself not minding it as much as he thought he would have.

“You started it,” Was all Riddle said in response, as he picked up his cup of tea from the table and took a sip. Such a petty response coming from him. Epel decided that seeing this side of Riddle was really fun.

“You just looked so cute smilin’ and laughin’ like that. Wanted to see it more.” At that, Riddle froze, looking at Epel almost like he grew a second head.

“Cute?” Ah, shit. Epel didn’t mean to say that out loud. Well, too late to pretend like it didn’t happen.

“Yeah,” he admitted, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Really cute.” Riddle thought for a moment, before taking another sip of his tea. It seemed like he was trying to look casual, as well, but Epel noticed him tapping his pinky against the glass rhythmically.

“I see,” Riddle said, after a few seconds. “You were.. cute too.”

Cute. Epel always hated hearing that word to describe him. He was manly. He wasn’t cute. And yet, why did that word sound so different hearing it from Riddle? Why did hearing it make him happy?

His face flushed and he averted his gaze. Sevens, why couldn’t he handle a crush coolly, instead of like some lovesick schoolgirl. He tentatively looked back at Riddle. Riddle looked embarrassed too, so he felt relieved that he wasn’t the only one.

“T-thanks,” He stuttered out, awkwardly. “And, um, for tutoring me, too.”

“It was no problem. You can come to me, anytime.” Riddle replied, then he looked at the clock. “It’s late, though, so you should probably be getting back soon.”

Epel looked at the clock, cringing. “Yeah, any sooner and I would never hear the end of it from Vil.” He stood up, stretching his limbs and gathering his items.

“Shall I walk you out?” Riddle asked. What a gentleman. Epel giggled to himself, quietly.

“No, don’t worry about it. You have your own things to do,” Epel replied. He didn’t want to bother RIddle with such a thing. Riddle looked disappointed at that answer and honestly, he was too, but it seemed too late to backtrack his words.

“If you’re certain, I will at least walk you to the door.” Riddle insisted, as he stood up as well.

“Okay!” Epel smiled at that, walking to the door alongside him. It was a little dark outside, but nothing to be worried about. At the door, Riddle smiled at him. A real, genuine smile and suddenly, Epel’s eyes darted to his lips. Epel really wanted to kiss him.

“It was nice being with you, Epel,” Yep, he really, really wanted to kiss him.

“Ah, uh, you too,” Epel could not think straight right now. Before he could help it, Epel leaned in, giving Riddle a peck on the lips, before pulling away just as quickly. Riddle was mystified, turning a bright red. How many times had he seen RIddle flustered today? He had to have set a world record. Epel giggled at his reaction.

“See you tomorrow!” Epel exclaimed, voice full of unfiltered glee as he gracefully walked out the door, humming to himself.

“I– see you tomorrow..” Riddle called after him, still having not recovered. When he was farther out, Epel turned back, seeing a flushed smile on the other’s face. Sevens, he was so excited to see him again soon.

[ikeprinces-stuff]

Event: Leon Dompteur sequel route release

Host: @aquagirl1978

Characters: Leon & your fav troublemaker & my prince OC

Words: 2944

A/N: I had fun writing this lmfao 😂😂😂✨❣️❣️

Previous prompts: Love, dreams, Royalty

Day 4 : “Brothers: What is Leon's relationship with his brothers like? Here's your chance to explore interactions with those brothers.”

Leon had lived a life woven in shadows, a tapestry of deception where every thread was spun from the fabric of the Fourth Prince's identity. He had mastered the subtle nuances of the prince's character—his refined mannerisms, his lofty dreams, even the way he wielded kindness like a sword toward those who were labeled as his brothers. The relentless training from his 'teacher' left no room for oversight; every detail about his siblings was meticulously impressed upon him. Yet, every day proved a revelation, for each brother unveiled new facets of their personalities that he hadn’t anticipated, and somehow, this felt entirely normal.

Despite the lack of blood ties, Leon’s heart had woven itself into each of their lives. What was meant to be mere impersonation mushroomed into genuine affection. He had entrusted his very life into their hands, a testament to how deep his blind faith in them ran—even with those brothers who flitted in and out of his life. Shenanigans were a common occurrence, particularly with the Domestic faction and their devious older brother, Jin.

But never in his wildest dreams did he fathom that a mere, small escapade could lead him down an unforeseen path of intimacy with one of his brothers, intricately connected through another. It was complicated, yes, but there was a beauty in the confusion. Each day, Leon felt the thrill of discovery, unraveling the intricate tapestry of brotherhood further than he could have ever expected.

The early morning sun sliced through the corridor, casting long shadows that danced along the stone walls. Leon paused mid-stride, the sounds of rustling fabric and metal clinking against metal piercing the stillness surrounding him. Curiosity tugged at him, drawing him closer to the source of the noise. He approached with cautious steps, his heart racing as each sound echoed with a sense of mystery that was hard to ignore.

Stopping just a few feet away, his breath caught in his throat. There, before him, was the unmistakable wisteria-colored hair that he could identify from a mile away. Clavis knelt on one knee, a clasp or lock opener gripped in his hand, his golden eyes narrowing as if he were waiting for a pivotal moment. “Clavis?” Leon called out, the name spilling from his lips in disbelief.

At the sound of his brother's voice, Clavis looked up, surprise blossoming in his eyes as if he had just been caught in a criminal act. “Ah, good morning, Your Majesty,” he said, rising gracefully. The air between them shifted as he greeted Leon with a polished demeanor, almost as if the earlier moment had never happened.

Leon took a moment to size him up, his gaze drifting from his brother’s poised figure to the door Clavis had been attempting to pry open. “I usually find you up early either stirring Chevalier awake or whipping something up in the kitchen. What’s this sudden change in your morning agenda?” The hint of sarcasm in Leon's voice was unmistakable, mingling with genuine intrigue.

Clavis, ever the gentleman, merely smiled, the corners of his mouth curling knowingly. “Worry not about my morning schedule, dear brother. It hasn't shifted much—merely expanded to include a new activity before I rouse Chevalier from his deep slumber.” His eyes flickered back to the door, a glint of mischief dancing within them.

“And what exactly does this 'new activity' entail? Trying to break into Vernard’s room, perhaps?” Leon crossed his arms, the challenge evident in his stance.

Clavis feigned shock, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. “Tsk, tsk, Your Majesty. 'Breaking in'? I assure you, I am no common thief.” The laughter in his voice was palpable, deflecting Leon's serious tone.

“Sorry, but you sure look like one,” Leon retorted, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the wall.

“Ah, you wound me deeply this early in the morning,” Clavis laughed, though his eyes sparkled with mirth.

Leon’s brow furrowed as he regarded Clavis with an uneasy seriousness. “You really think he’s gonna be cool with what you’re doing?”

Clavis raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curving slightly. “Oh? And what makes you say that?”

Leon crossed his arms, his tone sharp. “This ain’t Chevalier’s room you’re waltzing into. You know Vernard has a thing about his privacy. He’s not a fan of unexpected visitors, especially not you.”

“Ah, but dear Vernard is absent at the moment,” Clavis replied, leaning against the doorframe, his voice dripping with amusement. “As odd as it may sound, doesn’t it strike you as curious that he always slips out before dawn?”

“Curiosity? Seriously?” Leon scoffed, leaning closer to the door, intent on hearing Clavis’s reasoning. “And you think you’ll find answers in his room?”

“Why not? If there’s nothing to hide, why the unyielding lock? Why shoo away the maids when they come to clean? There's clearly more to it than meets the eye,” Clavis responded, the corners of his lips quirking into a barely concealed smirk.

Leon huffed, defending the uncharacteristic behavior of their friend. “We all have our quirks. Vernard’s not the only one.” But his gaze remained fixated on the door, the tension palpable between them.

“Now, tell me, why are you still lingering here? Are you seriously trying to play the hero?” Clavis arched an eyebrow, an amused glint in his eye.

“I was on my way to finish my duties,” Leon shot back defensively.

“And yet, you stand here like a statue.” The grin on Clavis’s face widened as he produced a set of lock picks with practiced ease. Suddenly, a decisive ‘click’ reverberated in the air, the sound hanging between them like a dare.

“You actually did it?” Leon replied, surprise evident in his tone.

“Indeed! There’s no lock I can’t conquer,” Clavis proclaimed, puffing up with pride.

“Well, yeah, after the failed attempts in the past...” Leon mumbled, almost to himself, as Clavis slowly turned the knob, stepping inside as if he owned the place.

“I warned you.” Leon said, trailing behind Clavis, his tone half-jokey, half-accusatory as they stood on the threshold of Vernard's room. The air around them was thick with silence, both men taking a moment to soak in the atmosphere.

“They say a room reflects its owner’s personality, but this? This is excessive,” Clavis remarked, his voice laced with disbelief as he took his first step into the chaotic expanse. The room was a curious confluence of spaces, revealing itself like an intricate puzzle. A desk anchored the center, its polished surface aglow under the light of the window that offered an exquisite view of the palace garden. To the left loomed a large closet, and beside it, a lavish bed flanked by elegant nightstands. Every inch of the walls was adorned with paintings, while shelves overflowed with antiques vying for attention amid the stacks of books.

“Is Vernard really into all this stuff?” Leon asked, his gaze falling on a particularly ornate piece resting on a shelf.

“Intriguing, wouldn’t you say?” Clavis replied, gliding around the room like a connoisseur at an art exhibit. “Aren’t you coming in?” He gestured for Leon to join him, yet Leon lingered at the doorway, a contemplative frown etched on his face. It struck him as odd; this was the first time in ages he had seen Vernard’s space laid out like this. They had been raised together, or so his ‘teacher’ claimed, yet there had been no mention of Vernard’s peculiar tastes—at least not in the way that he spoke of the other siblings.

“Satisfy your curiosity and step inside,” Clavis urged, his tone light yet insistent.

“Why should I?” Leon shot back, crossing his arms defensively.

“Don’t you want to delve deeper into dear Vernard's world? After all, you are his closest brother.” Clavis flashed a knowing smile.

A hint of bitterness washed over Leon at the reminder. It was true; once, a bond had flourished between them before they turned six. Now, it felt more like Vernard cherished ‘Leon the Fourth Prince’ rather than the person standing here now.

“That doesn’t give me a free pass to invade his privacy,” Leon protested, desperately seeking to deflect Clavis’s probing nature.

“Oh, come now! If he knew it was you stepping in, he wouldn’t mind at all. Quite the opposite, I daresay! If he knew I was with you, he’d probably be grateful,” Clavis replied, a teasing glint in his eye. “dear Vernard understands the love we share, and that bond extends to what we cherish about him.”

Leon chuckled lightly at Clavis's gall, but the urgency lingered in the air. “That does make some twisted sense,” he admitted begrudgingly, though the idea of snooping still sat uncomfortably with him.

“Why do you insist on saying ‘we’?” Leon questioned, a smile creeping to his lips.

“Because, my dear king, it seems you have unwittingly become my partner in this little endeavor.” Clavis’s smirk was all too predatory.

Leon sighed, already anticipating where this was leading. “That’s precisely what I feared you’d say.”

“Think it through, Leon. You could have easily walked away, pretending you never laid eyes on any of this,” Clavis said slyly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I was trying to stop you,” Leon shot back, the determination in his voice tinged with frustration.

“And you failed.” Clavis’s grin was infuriatingly triumphant.

With a resigned exhale, Leon’s gaze drifted around the room until something caught his eye near Vernard's bedside. Before he could fully process his actions, he wandered toward the nightstand, completely unaware of Clavis’s stifled laughter echoing in the background.

There on the table lay a small notebook, deceptively ordinary at first glance. Yet, something drew Leon toward it, a magnetic curiosity that ignited memories from his childhood. As he picked it up, he recalled how Vernard used to carry that notebook with him everywhere, much like a child clinging to a beloved stuffed bear. The contents of that cherished item had always piqued Leon's interest, an endless source of speculation about what secrets it might hold. Just as his fingers brushed over the cover, a loud laugh erupted behind him.

“Would you like to look at this?” Clavis interrupted with mock astonishment, waving his hand dramatically. Leon turned, surprised, but his intrigue deepened when he saw Clavis rummaging through Vernard's desk. “Look at this!” Clavis exclaimed triumphantly, pulling out a stack of letters. “And here I thought dear Vernard discarded them every time I handed him one!”

Leon leaned closer, his eyes scanning the squiggly lines on the paper. “What’s this gibberish? I can barely make sense of it,” he muttered, recognizing the impossible ‘Lelouchian language’—a script that defied understanding, even for its creator, Clavis.

“I may not decipher them, but I can guess their main content,” Leon teased, glancing sideways at Clavis. “Is it what I think it is?”

Clavis puffed out his chest, a proud grin spreading across his face. “Ah, so Vernard is finally considering my proposition! A new member for our faction will soon emerge, I swear it.”

Leon shot him a skeptical look. “And you think a stack of letters means he’s on board with your crazy scheme? You know Vernard despises factions, right? He’s not gonna just change his mind because you keep pestering him.”

Clavis waved a dismissive hand, brimming with confidence. “And what if he’s secretly been toying with the idea? You underestimate him.”

Leon shook his head, chuckling. “You truly live in your own world, Clavis. A world where you picture Vernard happily joining your little faction just because of a few letters.”

Clavis's eyes sparkled mischievously. “Imagine the joy on his face when he realizes I’m doing this for him, not just for my own ambitions.” He paused, then changed the subject. “And what about you? Found anything to sate your curiosity, or are you too busy being boring?”

Leon’s gaze drifted back to the little notebook, his yearning knowledge unyielding. “You’re really no fun, you know?” Clavis teased, forcing a grin.

“I don’t have to be your idea of fun,” Leon retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Hah! Now I see where Vernard picks up that dry wit. Must run in the family.” Clavis laughed, an amused glint in his eyes.

“Vernard would probably kill you if he knew you said that,” Leon smirked, reveling in the banter.

“And he wouldn’t have the heart to take out his brother, would he?” Clavis replied, confident.

“Yeah? And what if he did? Would your impression of dear Vernard change?”

An abrupt silence enveloped them, the cheerful chirping of birds cutting through the tension. Both men turned toward the door, where Vernard stood, arms crossed over his chest. His jade eyes bore into them, cold yet perceptive. To an outsider, he seemed unfazed by their chatter, but Leon knew the storm brewing beneath that icy facade. If anyone compared him to Chevalier at that moment, it would be the ultimate mistake.

“Good morning, dear Vernard,” Clavis said, his signature smile adorning his face. However, Vernard’s expression remained impassive, a mask of indifference.

“They say curiosity kills the cat, but it seems this time curiosity might just leave two cats in peril,” Vernard replied, his tone as flat as his expression.

A look of confusion overtook Clavis and Leon, their brows furrowing together in unison.

“That was supposed to be a joke,” Vernard muttered under his breath, his disappointment palpable. “And yet, here we are, with Chevalier seemingly slumbering the day away—a rare occurrence, and you know who bears the blame.”

“Oh, damn it,” Clavis remarked sorrowfully, though the smile still lingered on his lips. It was clear one of them would soon be buried under a mountain of tasks, robbed of any chance for respite. Vernard stepped towards the door, pulling it open just enough for one of them to slip through.

“Just so we’re clear, I didn’t orchestrate this all by myself,” Clavis said, giving Leon a playful nudge in the side.

“Seriously? Now I’m getting dragged into this?” Leon protested dramatically, but Clavis merely brushed it aside.

“Good luck,” he declared, exiting the room and leaving Leon and Vernard behind in an enveloping silence.

After a lingering pause, Leon finally broke the quiet, “I tried to stop him, you know.”

“That isn’t what I asked,” Vernard replied sharply, a cold edge to his tone as he meandered to the table by the bed, shoving a notebook hastily into the drawer. “But I’m surprised you’re even here.”

“Don’t you care that we barged into your personal space?” Leon questioned, his voice laced with incredulity.

Vernard shot him a sidelong glance. “Not in the slightest. After all, I’m the one who implicitly permitted this intrusion.”

Leon blinked a few times, struggling to unpack Vernard’s words. “Wait, what?”

“If you want to rid yourself of an intrusive presence, give them what they crave or merely feign to give them what they desire,” Vernard explained cryptically, not entirely revealing what he intended.

“The letters…” Leon recalled the strange correspondence they had found together, his eyes narrowing in understanding. “Sure, they look like nonsense, but they must hold value for the writer.”

“Precisely,” Vernard said, his voice dipping into further ambiguity.

Leon’s mind raced, piecing it together. “You kept them on purpose, didn’t you? To make them irresistible for Clavis to discover here.”

A faint smile crossed Vernard’s lips. “Do you genuinely think he would have managed to unlock my door—the one lock in the palace he couldn’t crack?”

“You loosened it.” Leon exclaimed.

A resigned sigh escaped Vernard. “It'll need a change after this debacle, but it was worth the effort. I find it quite delightful, actually.” Their exchanged smiles hinted at an unspoken camaraderie.

“So, you’re not mad then?” Leon pressed, a hint of incredulity still in his voice.

“No, I handed him the chance on a silver platter... well, not entirely.” Vernard chuckled lightly, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

“Heh, you planned all this? Is that the intuition you keep raving about?” Leon teased, a playful glint in his eye.

Vernard smirked, “Good thing you caught on quicker than Jin with all his ‘seeing the future’ nonsense.” He chuckled, the sound laced with a hint of affection.

Leon’s expression shifted, leaning in with a hopeful tone, “So you ain’t mad at me, right?”

Vernard’s gaze was steady, his reply measured. “No. More surprised than angry, to be honest. It’s been ages since you’ve graced this room.”

The words stung a little; Leon knew the truth in them. “You’re right,” he conceded, the weight of nostalgia settling in. It had indeed been years since they last shared this space, the memories tugging at the corners of his heart.

As Clavis often noted, Vernard was meticulous—he entered his room and secured the door, an act that spoke of his desire for privacy. But Leon’s presence was a reminder of the passage of time, a thread that seemed to bind them together through the years apart.

“Since you’re here," Vernard said, cutting through Leon's reverie. He opened a drawer, retrieving a worn notebook and waving it in the air, “want to see what’s written in here?”

Leon blinked in surprise, a spark of curiosity lighting his features. “How did you know I was curious about that?” he started, but his question trailed off.

Vernard shrugged, a knowing smile gracing his lips. “You’re Leon. Reading you is like a walk in the park.”

Despite the indifferent tone, Leon couldn’t help but smile back, his heart warming at the sight of Vernard’s genuine expression. It wasn’t just about the notebook—this was Vernard reaching out, wanting to share pieces of his world, and that connection felt electric.

Fin ❤️✨

[cannonball-37]

Something to yap about?

How about your fav ships?

Or the best headcanons ya have?

Your opinion on the labyrinth?

You can choose any

-♠️

Ohh I like these questions so I’m gonna answer all of them.

1. Favourite ships

I am a multishipper so I have many but I’ll try and narrow it down a bit

Alibends

Runestraw

BendyRuneStraw

BendyStraw

Osix

Alibends: I love these two! But I swear if they don’t figure stuff out I’m gonna lose my stardust- Alice trying to find books on demon and angel love stories is adorable and her mother is supportive of it which gives me hope for them! I worry about Bendy trying to keep his distance as he thinks Alice and Jake are together but I hope that gets cleared up the second they actually talk again. (Bendy if you don’t answer Alice’s calls-)

Runestraw: The development of this ship is going great so far in the story. The gala broke me a bit but we’re going strong! Cup needs to sort out his issues for sure before they can truly be together and I hope it happens soon! Holly loving to learn about his race and where he comes from is so cute and I need them to get together at some point.

BendyRuneStraw: I LOVE THIS!!!! I’ve been a fan of BendyStraw for ages and the combo of that and RuneStraw GIVES ME LIFE! Holly loving learning about the dish race and Bendy’s time in Hell while she talks about her own experimentations with magic and suggesting things for the both of them to try out some day is a really cute idea and I fell like they mesh together so well.

BendyStraw: A classic. People were shipping these two before QFTIM was even a thing. Plus IMs development of their characters and the addition of their soul tie where they can feel each other’s emotions adds another layer to this which could be great for fluff and hurt/comfort scenarios as demonstrated by the authors already.

Osix: What can I say? Gay middle aged men is an amazing trope and these two are so good for each other. Obviously Ozzy needs to heal from losing his wife and slowly he has been! Felix is understanding of his reluctance to start a relationship and they’re honestly the most healthy ship apart from the already established ones like Mugs and Cala.

2. My opinion on the labyrinth(yea I’m doing this out of order)

I’ll be honest, while reading I was really cussing confused and it look 3 re-reads for me to understand what was happening but I think that actually proves how difficult the labyrinth has been for the Questers.

It opened up a lot of info about the characters such as Felix, Cup and Bendy and it shows just how dangerous the machine parts can get. It even caused lasting damage like Bendy and Boris’ estranged relationship, Cups heart, Felix mistrust of the Cupbros, Boris’ connection to the instrument etc.

I hate Sarah with a burning passion and I think the night terror is a really cool creature design (even if it did tear cups heart out). The way that stupid bird tried to get out into the real world was actually really clever but I am mad at what it had done emotionally to Bendy and causing him to go beastly.

The instrument needing to be played and choosing Boris as its guardian was genius storytelling and again I love the lasting effect of “Boris could go off the deep end and use the instrument at any moment”.

I love the instruments current use of finding information on the machine and why it’s so hidden. The information on the creators of it, the ancient Mugman, how the machine cured the sick etc are really useful for theorist like myself and put even more mystery to this already mysterious story.

3. My best headcanons

Honestly this is hard for me cause I don’t really do headcanons that often. If I have ideas they usually spiral out of control and become their own AUs. However I will try and pick up some I’ve picked up along the way from others or made up myself.

Cup and Bendy snitch on eachother whenever they’re feeling bad and argue about it even though they both do it.

The CupBros eyes glow in the dark and so does Cup’s hair cause it’s made of magic. So does the liquid magic in their heads.

Cup and Bendy shut themselves in their rooms to cry sometimes when they’re feeling down because they don’t want anyone to see.

Cup is an insomniac

Cup has vague memories of what his parents were like before they left while Mugs has none

Cup can and will kill Brute the second Fanny says he can

Demi has wanted to go back home to her kids but can’t for some reason

When they were younger Cup would sing Mugs to sleep if he ever had a nightmare

The Cupbros once has a magic flu scare while under hats care because he took their straws as punishment and forgot about it for a while until the Cupbros started getting sick

If Cups more demonic powers develop he could be considered a middle class or high class demon

The cupbros take the others out at night to go stargazing sometimes

If Cup is that pissed at someone he’ll start cursing at them in every language he know

I realise a lot of these are Cuphead centric. 🤦‍♀️That’s what I could come up with rn. I hope I answered your questions well!

[mxltifxnd0m]

returning some questions hehehe i’m gonna ask different ones but when i answer your ask id love to hear your answers for the ones you sent too !!!!

one of the ones i did plan to ask was the dream job one!! vv curious so 🩷

also 🎵favorite artists ?

🍓 favorite food ?

🖇️ favorite type of ask to answer ?

📚 how do you come up with the fics that you write ?

🎤 have you been to a concert ?

YAYYY HAPPY ASK GAME ! <33 miss you sm i love you so so much my dearest !!

-mari @prentissluvr

ahh hi my love, ill answer these ones first and the other ones under the cut hehe <3

🩷: ooh dream job would be either a english professor or screenwriter/director :)

🎵: my fav artists rn would be laufey, conan gray, chappell roan, sam fender, and the fratellis

🍓: arghh thats hard to narrow down bc i like a lot of food, but if i had to narrow the cuisine down, it def be asian food

🖇️: yours 😏😏 LOL but i like answer any and all because i find that my inbox isn't really active so anytime i see a notif for my inbox, i get excited loll

📚: a lot of different ways! typically i get inspired by a song or a lyric of a song and try to replicate it's vibe, scenarios that i constantly daydream about so i write them down to get them out of my head, or i get inspired by other people, such as yourself hehe, and edits i watch on tiktok LOLL

🎤: sighs heavily, no i have not 😭😭 trust me i want to go to one SO BADLY but my only companion that i have (my sister) hates concerts so ive never been to one but theres tons i would love to go to

ask game !

[more answers under the cut :)]

❤️: you were right to remember that i am in fact 5'4, but i wish i was taller ngl but hey at least im average height for women :))

💜 : my heart belongs to mari! (or creative, funny, chill, introverted, and sarcastic :D)

🎂 : my birthday is in the middle of november (the 17th to be exact) so yes i am in fact a scorpio :P

💌: lol i started this blog to read fanfiction on tumblr (wattpad wasn't cutting it anymore) and then one of the first mutuals i had made encouraged me to start writing fanfiction and now here we are :)

ARGHH I LOVE YOU SM MARI THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN!! <33

[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Forty Three

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends <3

Trying to get back into updating this twice a week because I love them so much.

One of my least fav tropes on any TV show is when a woman has a baby and then everyone is in her room around her bed?? I'm sorry, no matter how much I love my friends and family the only person who will be in the room when I have a kid is that kid's other parent. Anyway, I very much gave Emily that opinion in this and I'm not sorry.

I hope you enjoy this! <3

-x-

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A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily was exhausted. So exhausted it felt like it was seeping into her bones, making her limbs feel like they were made of lead. Heavy and slow-moving, seemingly only capable of holding her newborn daughter. Which, it turned out, was fortuitous because Aaron wasn’t letting her do anything that wasn’t looking after herself, or feeding, holding or looking after Lily. He’d paid what she considered to be a little too much attention to her doctor’s instructions when she was discharged from the hospital. 

He was sometimes going out of his way to make sure she was doing as she’d been told, going as far as taking Sergio from her arms at one point because she was moving the cat from the bassinet. Aaron’s eyebrows furrowed as he exclaimed that Sergio was heavier than Lily. She thinks that, eventually it will annoy her, that if he carried this on for the whole six weeks of her recovery she’d snap, but she knows he needs this more than she does. 

Even though she was tired, she could see the fear that still lingered in his eyes if he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t paying any attention. The way he’d tighten his hold on her in the rare moments they were able to lay down and sleep together, his arm firm around her waist for all of a second before he remembered she’d had surgery and pulled back a little. Touching her like she was made of glass. He did the same with Lily, holding her so gently it made Emily ache. The size difference between the two of them, the way Aaron’s hand was bigger than their daughter’s back, enough to make her want to have a dozen more babies even though she still winced when she stood up from having this one. 

She lets his hovering happen without comment because she knows he’s still processing what happened, still going over in his head how things could have ended. They’d barely spoken about it beyond the odd comment, neither one of them ready to talk about it yet, to tell the other about their experience of the moment she knows will live with them forever. In some ways, she thinks he had it worse than she did, waiting desperately for news that could have gone either way. She didn’t have to imagine that feeling. She was all too familiar with the anxiety that came with sitting in a waiting room with no way to pass the time other than going over the worst-case scenarios again and again. 

“Someone wants Mommy.” 

She looks up and smiles as Aaron walks into the living room, a fussy Lily in his arms as he approaches the couch. She sits up a little straighter, adjusting the cushion behind her just before Aaron hands Lily over.

“Hi sweet girl,” she says, smiling as Lily settles against her, the fussy cry she’d been on the verge of stopping before it even starts, “Did Daddy change that nasty diaper?” 

He hums in response as he stares lovingly at them, “I did,” he says, “Do you need help with anything?” 

She chuckles as she adjusts her hold on Lily, resting her so she is lying against her chest, her tiny fist tangling in some hair that had fallen loose from Emily’s bun, “I’m more than capable of changing my own diaper,” she says, narrowing her eyes as he smiles, “Now. I can bend over slightly and everything.” 

She’d forgotten just how hard it was to recover from abdominal surgery, how tiring. The last time she’d done this she’d been alone, waiting for a call from her mother that never came.

He grabs his phone from his pocket as it chimes and he smiles whilst he reads the text on the screen, “The team are apparently nearly here.”

In the five days since they had come home, they hadn’t had any visitors yet apart from Jack. Emily hadn’t quite felt up to it, only able to bring herself to wash her hair on day four, so Aaron had held the team off for her. Deflecting requests to come over until she was comfortable with seeing people, with disturbing the vague routine they’d fallen into.  

Aaron doesn’t miss how her smile falters for a moment and he sighs, “Em, I can call them and tell them not to come.” 

She smiles fondly at him, gently patting Lily’s back as she turns her head to kiss the newborn’s dark hair, “She’s 10 days old honey, if we don’t let them meet her today I think Pen will break into our house.” 

He chuckles and sits down on the couch next to her. He places his hand on her thigh and squeezes, his gaze reassuring, and nothing short of adoring, when her eyes meet his. 

“Whilst that may be true,” he says, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her legging-covered skin, “I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for. If they make it to the damn porch and you change your mind I’ll send them away.” 

It makes tears she hates, tears she blames solely on the baby fast asleep on her chest, burn in the back of her eyes. She wonders if she’ll ever get back to how she was before, if she’d ever be able to pride herself on her ability to compartmentalise like she once had, or if this was it now. If part of the price she paid for being a mother was having her edges softened, worn down from the sharp points they’d once been to this - someone who would well up when her husband was sweet, instead of rolling her eyes like she once would have. 

If that was the case, she’d gladly pay the price again and again if it meant Lily grew up knowing she had parents who loved each other and her. She knew how it felt to grow up not feeling that at all. 

“I want them to meet her,” she says, tilting her head to look at her daughter, her smile widening at the sight of her conked out, her squishy cheek pressed into Emily’s t-shirt, forcing her tiny lips to pout open, “I mean, look at her! Who wouldn’t want to meet her?” She says, her eyes returning to his, “I just…I think I’ll miss our little bubble, you know? These few days at home we’ve had just the three of us.” 

He leans forward and kisses her, a delicate thing against her lips, before he pulls back, “I’ll miss it too.” 

Aaron was due back to work in a few days, the two weeks he’d taken off disappearing into a haze of too little sleep, dirty diapers and the realities of parenting a newborn. He was hesitant to go back to work, the two weeks being something he’d organised long before Emily’s labour had turned into emergency surgery. She had encouraged him to go back to work as planned, a soft smile on her face as she reminded him he wasn’t going away with the team on any cases until she was at least allowed to drive again, something he’d arranged with a surprisingly sympathetic Strauss, which was still another month away. 

“I’ll constantly send you pictures and updates whilst you’re at work,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek as she watches him wistfully look at Lily, his hand cupping the back of her head. He looks up at her and she smiles as their eyes meet, “Maybe not constantly, that much cuteness might be a distraction.” 

He chuckles, the sound promptly followed by the doorbell, and he leans forward to kiss Emily’s forehead before he stands up, “You two wait there.”

Emily shakes her head at him and looks at Lilly as she shifts against her, her face screwed up and her eyes blinking open at all the noise as Aaron opens the front door. 

“You’re about to meet Mommy and Daddy’s friends, Lil,” she says, kissing the little girl’s dark hair, smiling against the softness of it as she hears Penelope barely acknowledge Aaron before she clearly walks straight past him, “Remember what I said about Aunt Pen? She will dress you in all sorts of pink things but it’s how she shows love.” 

“Where is she?” Penelope all but demands as she walks into the living room. Emily turns to look at her friend and smiles, barely able to open her mouth before Penelope leans down, her excitement evident as she reaches out for Lily, “Oh she is just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

“Nice to see you too, Pen,” Emily quips as she hands Lily over, clenching her fists to stop herself from snatching her back. She still struggled to be separated from her daughter for any length of time at all, even if she was in her direct sight. Even if it was Aaron who was the one who had her. 

Penelope manages to look a little embarrassed as she holds Lily in her arms, smiling at her friend who is still sitting on the couch, “Sorry, Peaches,” she says sincerely before looking at the baby in her arms, “I was just so distracted by how beautiful she is.” 

Emily beams, pride she doesn’t think she’d ever be able to explain warming her from the inside out as she can’t help but agree, “She is pretty amazing, huh?” 

“Seem’s pretty big-headed of you, Bella,” Dave says as he walks into the room, dropping a kiss to the top of Emily’s head before she can dodge it, “Seeing as all the photos you guys have sent just show she’s practically your clone.” 

She looks up at him, ready to roll her eyes, but she sees the slight strain in his, feels the way he squeezes her shoulder, and she knows he’s been more worried about her than he’d ever admit. 

“What can I say, I apparently make cute babies.” 

JJ sits down next to Emily, her hand on her arm as she gains her attention, “I just filled your refrigerator with casseroles made by me and Dave, and Will made you those beignets you love.”

Emily groans at the thought of it, placing her hand over her friends and squeezing, “Thank you, I genuinely don’t know when we last ate something that wasn’t cold fast food.” 

JJ chuckles, “I remember those days. And Will said his mom always used to say ‘take a new mama enough food to last a month.’” 

“Well, she was on to something,” Emily says, anything further she may have said cut off as Lily starts to cry, the sound sharp and piercing, and she looks up, immediately seeking her daughter out.

Penelope was still holding her and trying to soothe her. Dave, Spencer and Derek were all peering over her shoulder, all cooing at the newborn whilst arguing about whose turn it was to hold her next. Emily looks at Aaron, widens her eyes slightly and tilts her head towards the rest of them, feeling nothing short of grateful as he immediately understands her silent request. He walks over and gently lifts Lily from Penelope’s arms before moving towards Emily, passing the newborn to her with practised ease. 

“Someone is a little obsessed with Emily,” he says as Lily immediately starts to settle in Emily’s arms and Derek smirks.

“Seems she at least got something from you then, huh Hotch?”

Emily smiles, “I’m very loveable.”

“Actually, newborns aren’t capable of the feeling of love. It’s more likely that she doesn’t recognise that you are a separate entity to you yet so when she’s away from you or can’t smell you she thinks something is wrong,” Spencer adds, his eyes widening as they all look at him, JJ shaking her head slightly, and he clears his throat, “So…you know, when she starts day care it might be a good idea to send her there with one of your shirts.” 

“Thanks, Spence,” she says dryly, stifling a smile, “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

She passes Lily over to JJ, making sure she stays close, her hand wrapped around the baby’s tiny foot, and she settles into the familiar chaos of her chosen family.

___

Aaron was exhausted.

His first day back at work had started on very little sleep. Emily had tried to make him go back to bed when Lily woke them both up in the night, she’d even taken the baby downstairs to feed her instead of sitting next to him and doing it like she had so far, but he’d refused. Always happy and willing to help take care of his little girl.

Even if it meant he’d drunk more coffee in one day than he thinks his doctor would be happy with in a week. 

He’s about to head home to see his girls, his briefcase packed up when his phone rings. He frowns at the unfamiliar DC number on the screen and he answers it quickly.

“Agent Hotchner.”

“Agent Hotchner, hi, this is Commander Hall from the First District Metropolitan Police Department.” 

Aaron sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Commander Hall, if you’re calling about a case you want my team to work on there are procedures-”

“No, sir, I’m sorry it’s a little more…delicate than that.” 

He freezes, anxiety he doesn’t fully understand yet bubbling in his gut, “Delicate?” 

“Personal,” Commander Hall says, clearing his throat, clearly deeply uncomfortable. 

Aaron swallows thickly and sits back down in his desk chair, sending a cursory glance out to the bullpen, the desk that was once his wife’s empty. 

“Go ahead,” he says, his voice sterner than he intended. 

“We made a traffic stop an hour or so ago, the driver was a little over the speed limit but when one of our officers spoke to her about it she got defensive and she was eventually asked to leave the vehicle and was put through a sobriety test,” Commander Hall says, and Aaron feels the pit in his stomach get bigger, the pieces of the puzzle slotting together in his head, “She failed and is now in lock-up ready for processing. She gave us your name.” 

He sighs, the hand not holding the phone forming a fist, “And why would she do that?” He asks, even though he already knows the answer.

“She says she’s your mother-in-law.” 

-x-

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hi min! i’m really curious now what are your favourite quests in genshin? <3 be it an archon quest, maybe character’s story quest… i would love to know!

hi manu!! ohhhh there r SO many that i have really really enjoyed i honestly probably would be better off making a tier list of them shdjdkf BUT for now i think i'll list a few under the cut just in case ppl r still trying to avoid spoilers from earlier content.

warning for spoilers and yapping ahead!

sumeru archon quest (acts i-v)

i tried to narrow it down to a few acts, but the entire chapter was truly so so good!! i loved the intrigue, i loved the mystery, and obviously i also love my polycule cyno/tighnari/haitham/kaveh :3 im also a dottore enjoyer so seeing him slime his way around sumeru was incredibly arousing enjoyable for me LMAO. i think the pacing of the quests were good (with steadily rising tensions up until the climax of the quest in act v: akasha pulses, kalpa flame rises) and i have always had a soft spot for academia and academic politics, so this was a favorite for sure. the cutscenes were all beautifully done and the plot twists were often genuinely surprising to me (and even when they weren't, i felt a huge sense of excitement that what i hoped would happen was happening). the music was also top notch.

i think the sumeru chapter was so engaging to me because i was deeply invested in every character i saw on screen. i love tighnari and cyno. i adore haitham and kaveh. dottore and scaramouche are my lil stinkies. so it was like... just a feast for my eyes getting to see my favs interact with each other and also the plot. i felt so incredibly spoilt in the best way the whole time. and of course i will never and i mean NEVER forget haitham's short-lived acting career!!!

fontaine archon quest (acts iv-vi)

the earlier acts of the fontaine quest felt a bit more expositional (which was definitely crucial for setting up the huge emotional punch of the later acts) but what can i say? im a boy who enjoys his climaxes (lol). after the sumeru archon quest, i thought there was no way that hyv could possibly write another archon quest that felt as exciting and complex, but they proved me wrong and i was honestly so so impressed with how they handled furina's arc. the emphasis on performance and being forced to act in a way that is not the truest version of yourself for the greater good of the people you love really hit me hard. it was so heartwrenching to me to see how alone furina felt for years and years and years. i felt that the climax of the story (act v) was absolutely deserved after all the buildup, and ofc i enjoyed the khaenri'ah lore drop and seeing our wayward sibling again (act vi).

interlude chapter: act ii (perilous trail)

god, in my heart i will always always always have a soft spot for liyue, but this quest in particular hurt my soul in the best way as a zhongxiao (zhongli and xiao) shipper and a secret xiao kinnie. usually, the interlude quests tend not to catch my attention super much, but with the star-studded cast (itto??? YELAN??????) and the unsettling aura of the chasm it made for a very tense, fun, and memorable playthrough. i started playing the game all those years ago For Xiao and to see him so ready to sacrifice himself... so ready to accept his own death.... only to be rescued at the last second by his literal lord and savior... the only one left who could fully understand the extent of his loss... it just really stuck with me. the cutscene where xiao is being enveloped in zhongli's golden light still makes me emotional even thinking about it. again i am a bit of a. zhongxiao shipper. so this is likely just my shipping goggles but i remember how viscerally i squeaked and sobbed when i saw zhongli had been the one to save xiao.

character quest lightning round!

(i've yapped enough but here's an incomplete list of character quests i really enjoyed— i'd list like 90% of them if i could whdjfj)

haitham!!! haitham haitham haitham!!!! (this quest is my roman empire tbh)

kazuha :') my boy

xiao (ofc)

zhongli, both acts

ei, act 2

cyno, act 1 (haven't played act 2 yet... saving it for a rainy day)

hu tao (surprising! but i liked the depth it gave her character)

nahida (both parts but esp act 1)

finally... last but definitely not least.... wriothesley.... damn...

events: a quick note

i think my favs would be the usual suspects: every single lantern rite (im chinese lol it's practically an obligation /lh /j), THE INTERDARSHAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!, the irodori festival, the golden island archipelago event (midsummer island adventure).

[doubleddenden]

Decided to indulge myself with another trainer sprite and trainer card for myself- once again using this site to help with team organization and overall for clean assets and clean asset sizing

More info under the cut

Something different I wanted to do was try to make myself comfortable with easing up my usual shading style.

These two, for instance, are May and Tracey in my usual style (i forget if i uploaded these- these are from ny Ash AU basically). Personally, I think it can pop, but there's also a lot more work put into them and they come across as less authentic, not to mention I'd like to steer towards a simpler style that I can make pop with less shading.

For a standard splice edit, i think it's not too bad. The outfit is based on a combo of clothes I own I wish I felt confident wearing in public, lighter weight clothes I wear in the summer to cool off, and I even gave myself the headband I wear when I do outdoor work. Also, I wanted to indulge a little- I'm getting a bit more muscular and slightly leaner lately, and I wanted a sprite to kind of reflect this.

As for the card itself, it's a modified Academy Key I made previously for a bunch of OCs, and again, I kinda see this as a Keychain kinda deal. There's also sort of influence from a driver's license- grade indicating what type of trainer you are (and not grading percentage in school lol). Kinda like how real life licenses can show certification for normal cars are different vehicles.

I imagine you insert the pass key into a pc like a thumb drive to access your pc and your party that way, with your party being represented and changed digitally.

The team I chose is basically a mix and mash of Pokemon I've had on my mind lately and wanna use more often. It was actually kinda hard to narrow it down due to all the type clashes with my favs (for instance, having Hisuian Samurott, Scizor, Golisopod, Corviknight, Alolan Marowak, and Hisuian Typhlosion would have so much type overlap, and I'm way too picky about that).

They're all Pokemon I've owned and used and could see myself taking a vacation with em.

1. Doujikiri/Shiny Hisuian Samurott, the same shiny I shiny bred for in my Indigo Disk adventure. It was between this or my shiny Umbreon, but I ended up going with Hamurott because it's my favorite starter, and I can see myself walking with it like it's a big dog (which it does in SV) or swim with it.

2. Klamps/Scizor, my main ace in my last playthrough of Soul Silver. I've had a strange hyperfixation on it lately, and who could blame me? It's a cool design. I'd imagine this would probably be the "sakuga" Pokemon- or at least the designated close combat fight scene Pokemon.

3. Lightning/Jolteon, I own 3 but Lightning is the one I used in XD GoD in my first successful playthrough of it. Jolteon actually used to be my favorite eeveelution for a while, and I want a little spunky doggo to run around with

The next three were actually on my Teal Mask team

4. Yoginator/Blood Moon Ursaluna, who is easily one of my strongest mons. Idk, mine hates me lol, so maybe we'd bond.

Nah for real he hates me. This was from a selfie I took in game

5. Hollabax/Baxcalibur. I dunno, he's not particularly strong and tanks hits like a missile through tissue paper, but I kinda wanna vibe with it again. Could see us using its ice to keep cool

6. Shogun/Hisuian Typhlosion. Again, kinda missed mine. Johtonian Typhlosion was my first Pokemon, and I vibed with the Hisuian variant a bit. Could see it as a stand in for my old girl. It was between this and Alolan Marowak, and I just like Typhlosion a little more.

That's all for them.

The team is made using the team maker link, the trainer sprites are a mix of editing from official sprites and scratch work, and the card is a template I made myself.