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idk what they're watching but it's something space-y
#wip but u can reblog :3#ill draw this properly eventually#but i am so busy rn that all i have is doodles#yes this is bc of the one panel of them. however i have clear favorites sooooo#marvel#champions#kamala khan#ms marvel#sam alexander#nova#miles morales#spiderman#scott summers#cyclops
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im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it
seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic donât even give a kudos. even if the fic wasnât top tier, if you didnât dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says âgreat fic!â the author will be happy. your comment doesnât have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.
so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors donât care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!
i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a littleâŠ.at least sum kudosâŠ.
#if u have the ability to reply to my reblog saying how much you loved the fic i recommended comment on the fic itself so the author can see!#especially since the rise of ai writing and seeing ai fics out there can be disheartening#make sure you let your writers know you appreciate them#you never know they might one day write a sequel bc your comment touched them#or might get the motivation to make more works.#(âbut donât just comment bc you expect something out of it btw. sometimes the author might be too intimidated to reply ive seen that before)#im a huge yapper. if you canât tell. lmfao.#and i mostly comment on guest. like 99% of the time because the fics are either really embarrassing#or i get nervous about them knowing me/finding my tumblr and thinking im cringw#bc i admire authors so much. and I get that nervousness! given I experience it!!! but guest mode EXISTS!!! most work allows you to comment#on guest mode!! the author CANT see the email you use for it!!! the only reason they even ask is to give you notifs if theres a reply to it!#a comment is still a comment even if on guest or an alt or your main#even if the fic is embarrassing shameful depraved smut you can log out and comment on guest. even if itâs embarrassing#because the author still worked HARD. itâs so hard to write. people donât give enough credit to fic authors who do it for free#i had an account (now super abandoned) that had over 400k words. and that didnât include wips#i reallg do struggle to write because i took a break for so long!!! i can write but not nearly as much as I used to!!! and it sucks!!!#support your authors guys. 1k words is an hour for the first draft at MINIMUM and another hour for revision and editing. and people get#pissy if a fic chapter is less than 3-4k words for some reason. thatâs 6-8 hours of work at MINIMUM. likely so much more because thereâs#also plotting and brainstorming and So. Much. Editing. stressing out over words and sentence structure. it takes so much time out of your#day. the only oneshot i have posted on this account is 2460 words. and it took me SEVEN HOURS#seven hours!!!! thatâs a lot!!!! and for authors that have school or demanding jobs that kind of time is hard to come by!!!!!#and I hope i have convinced at least one of you to listen and go okay you know what. i will. because even if itâs a silly comment itâs loved#tldr support your local fanfic authors of you will be so stabbed. by me#fanfiction#fanfic#archive of our own#ao3#comment on fics#wick fic recs#thatâs the rec tag btw. wow custom tags AGAIN i know. im doing what i thought i never would
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@grimreapersbutt â it is mandatory Looking At Them hours btw
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#cybilliris truthers come get ur food#actually if I don't draw them being in love and smooching 87 times in a row I'm going to blow up in front of everyone#if I become relentless abt reblogging these it's because I'm kinda obsessed w how they came out#they are. so soft#they invented love. they invented romance#having a blast creating ngl#but alas my other wips are glaring at me rn lmao#also bestie. my friend. the art u sent me the other night. I hope u understand I have not been able to stop looking at it#Them. oughhhh. I am rattling the bars of my cage I am barking I am zooming in on every detail it is so good#kicking my feet twirling my hair#can you tell I like drawing the blorbos from our brains#okay everybody clear out. they need their privacy#<3#cybill x iris#my art#sole survivor#friend oc#fallout
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havenât read tao update yet but i was so shocked to see u while scrolling through the tagđ like audibly gasped lmao iâm so happy ur back !!
iâm actually v happy to be back like now that i have posted i feel much better about being on here đ
#like a weight has been lifted and i can carry on w my life#and now work on other wips without feeling guilty đ©#and answer asks and reply to reblogs#like i actually missed u guys n being on the godforsaken app#so thank u for sticking with me for so mf long i appreciate it !!#to anon but also everyone ilygsm đ«¶đ»#anon#ask#stellanswers <3#tao jk
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#10 dollars to whoever can guess what britney song im drawing him to#Anyways .taking a break for now but i will finish this 4 u guys n then u can reblog it#wip#kat post#art :3
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Announcing Lebanon Fic Week!
In light of recent political events, @butch--dean & I have been talking a lot about the importance of fandom and transformative fanworks in building community and mutual aid.
We've worked in close collaboration on this project and have put our heads together to develop a short event at the end of December for the release of Ten Minutes from Home: Lebanon Coda.
I had planned to release the fic over the course of two weeks, but have condensed it down so that all of the chapters will be coming out between Christmas Eve and New Years, with the hope of adding some extra seasonal cheer to a fairly bleak time.
Lebanon Release Dates:
December 24th: Chapter 1 & 2
December 25th: Chapter 3 & 4
December 26th: Chapter 5 & 6
December 27th: Chapter 7
December 28th: Chapter 8
December 29th: Chapter 9
December 30th: Chapter 10
December 31st: Chapter 11 & Epilogue
On the days that each chapters release, I will be reblogging related content to @lebanon-wip with an optional tag to block if you don't want any spoilers (#lebanon fic spoilers). Anyone who wants to share related content is welcome to send it to me via ask or in DMs and I will share it! If you want to create original content, you can tag it with #10MFH (and/or send it directly to me). @butch--dean has pointed out that tags on re-blogs don't show up in the Tumblr search function (thank u taylor) so reblogging existing posts with the #10MFH is not trackable. You've gotta send them in asks or be so so brave and DM.
We've also got a couple of commissioned artists who will be sharing work inspired by the fic. I will be adding links to interactive bonus content on this master list and on the chapter announcements as they are released, along with a couple of low-barrier participatory events planned (like sharing a photo of your favorite holiday or seasonal mug). The purpose of this event is to be in community with one another, be ourselves, and have fun! Any and all original content is encouraged. Please come as you are <3 Lastly, thank you so so much for all of the excitement and support around this fic! She has truly blossomed from your love and encouragement, which has warmed my heart and made all the difference <3
Thank you for being so so so niceys to me! Please enjoy my little gift to all of you.
#supernatural#Lebanon fic week#10MFH#10 Minutes From Home#supernatural fanfic#spn fic#destiel#destiel fanfic#spn events#Mary winchester#dean winchester#castiel#destiel fanfiction
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SKALES & PYTHORS ADVENTURES IN (deceiving & tricking) BABYSITTING CHILD ! >> I was so Real for this title !!!!!!!!!! my past self beloved <3
can imagine the entirety of this fic being đđđ just bby lloyd being like âđ„ș friends?â meanwhile: Skales + Pythor r scheming and planning to drop his ass any second. Skales is thinly veiled with their act so not a fav with Lloyd jfjdjdjd.
skales & pythorâs adventures in (deceiving & tricking) babysitting child! ïżŒ
âwhat the hell is this?â skales asks, looking at the offended thing wrapped in pythorâs body.
âa human child.â
âi can see that. why did you bring it here?â
âi believe,â pythor says, in that voice, eyes gleaming, âthat he will be the key to our plans.â
âyou believe?â skales echoes, disbelievingly, still standing by the door, not letting any one of them in. skales wonders how pythor had managed to lead a tribe of snakes once. itâs probably how the anacondrai met their demise.
#reblog#I MISS THEM !!!!!!!!!!! đđđđđđđđđđđ#MYYY SNAKESSSS#I love this one so MCUH#itâs SO fcking funny#the pythor/Skales dynamic my beloved#AT THE OFFENDED THING WRAPPED IN PYTHORS BODY >>> cryin skales PLS offendedâŠ. thingâŠ.. thatâs just bby lloyd đđđđ#and then Pythor is like. a human child. AND SKALES IS LIKE. I can see that#im fcking dyin#I love them soooooo mhchhhhhh#I believe Pythor says in /that/ voice eyes gleaming that he wil be the key to our plans SCREAMING#my fav fav fav line I love it so much#PUTHORRRR MHWAH MHWAH MHWAH <3#u /believe/ Skales says DISBELIEVINGLY#im so in love with them fr#STILL STANDING BY THE DOOR NOT LETTING ABY OF THEM IN IM LAUGHINGHHHHGG#cmon Skales#Skales I love u#jdjdjdjdk also i think that Skales might have just raised an eyebrow and been like wtf Pythor but also let Pythor in BUTâŠâŠ. this is anau so.#me learning in canon Pythor was NOT the leader of the anacordina⊠I canât spell but that Pythor just Looked diff fjfjfjjfjfkfj pls#im so shamed in thinking Pythor out of snakes would be the leader it so has that energy of not-a-leader fjfjjfjfjf ITS NOT MY FAULT I DIDNT#KNOW THAT EVERY ANACONDRAI HAD SNAKE LEGS INSTEAD OF. MORE HUMAN LIKE KFKFKFKDK#itâs probably how the anacondrai met their demise CDYINâŠ. PLS SNALESâŠ. the shade jfjfjfjdjJJFJFJFJDKFKFK#as if Skales DIDNT WANT TO BE PYTHORS SECOND IN COMMANDDDDD#disloyal no. 2 not still over that oh my god#I seriously need to write n work on this đ©đ©đ©đ©đ©#SO I CAN FCKING READ IT#I craveâŠ.. pythor/skalesâŠ..#injecting this lil snippet into my veins I love it so muchâŠ. itâs so funâŠ.. itâs so goodâŠâŠ DIALOGUE PIEVES SRE SO <3 TO ME#I am kinda getting the urge to work on this Pythor/Skales wip now but at the same I cbaaaa I wanna start another wip fjjfjfjjfdn
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Crushed 19
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary:Â Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.
Characters:Â Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine
Note: it's hump day, let's get humped.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. Iâm trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I havenât forgotten those!)
Love you like my dog loves belly rubs (thatâs a lot). Take care. đ
Jonathan doesnât drive you back to your building. Instead, you walk with him through the halls to his condo. You stop outside the door as he slips the bags up to his wrist and unlocks the door. He holds it open and waves you inside.Â
You enter, rubbing your arm nervously. Itâs been a long day. A long few days. Youâre exhausted. You catch a yawn in your hand as you hug yourself with one arm and peer around.Â
âIâll have to go into the office tomorrow. Canât be avoided much longer,â he explains as he puts the bags on the side table, âyou will stay here. To be safe.âÂ
âOh, uh, right,â you sway back and forth as you press your palm to the side of your neck, âum, I donât mind--âÂ
âI mind,â he interjects, âI canât trust that animal not to act as what he is. Darling, you must think, yes? Learn from your mistakes. We both know heâs dangerous. I wouldnât put you in such danger and I would hope you wouldnât walk right into it.âÂ
âI know, I wasnât... I just... I wouldnât want to impose,â your eyes drift away meekly, âthatâs all.âÂ
âImpose? Have I not made my feelings clear?â He approaches you, brushing his knuckles up your arm, âI cannot get enough of you, fawn.âÂ
You smile but itâs hard. You feel weak. The day is only half done and you could keel over. He brings his hand up to cradle your cheek, âwhat is it?âÂ
âJust tired,â you shrug.Â
âMmm, how about... Iâll run you a nice hot bath. You can relax. Weâve done rather much today... you have been through even more,â he gives a doleful look, âyou let me worry for everything. All will turn out, Iâm certain.âÂ
âI guess,â you purse your lips. Itâs easy enough for him to say. He still has a job, youâre not so sure you do.Â
âDarling,â he brings a bent finger under your chin, tiling your head, âI will take care of you.âÂ
Your lips part but you quickly close them. You donât want to argue right now. You donât want to point out that everything is still fresh and new. Or that he might not feel the same in a month or two. Or a year. Especially if youâre unemployed.Â
One day heâll see how worthless you are.Â
âSo letâs get that bath going,â he bends to kiss your forehead, âIâve some bath salts which may help ease the tension. Iâll light a few candles...â he rambles as he turns and strides down the hallway. You follow after him reluctantly, as much as the bath sounds nice, you already feel like a burden.Â
You stand in the doorway as you watch him remove his jacket and roll up his sleeves. He fusses over the tub as of youâre not there. The water spills out into the deep porcelain basin and he stands. He turns and gestures to a towel on a silver bar.Â
âThat is clean,â he says before he opens the tall cupboard near the sink, âbath salt... rose.âÂ
He reads the canister before he uncaps it. He turns to add a sprinkle to the water, the floral aroma rising with the steam. He sets it aside and beckons you into the bathroom. You cross the tile as you play with the hem of your shirt.Â
He brushes past you and you turn to watch him go. You face the tub again and pull up your shirt. You let your pants slip down your legs and as you straighten, you hear him return. He places a three-wick candle on the ledge above the tub and lights it.Â
He looks at you, his eyes roving up and down, and he smirks, âIâm almost tempted to join you, darling, but alas, I do have a few things to tend to.âÂ
âThatâs... okay,â you murmur, hugging yourself as you stand in panty and bra. Â
He scoffs, âwhy are you playing shy, eh?â He nears and tickles along your collar bone, sending a shiver through you.Â
âIâm not, Iâm... cold,â you lie and turn your attention to the tub.Â
âMm, if you need any help warming up,â his fingers flutter up your neck before he retracts his touch, âshould you need me, you need only call my name, fawn.âÂ
âAlright,â you eke out.Â
You wait until heâs past you but donât check to see if heâs gone. You strip down the rest of your clothes and near the tub. You lift your legs over the edge and sink into the water. You sigh as the warmth seeps into you.Â
You close your eyes as the water continues to lap down by your feet. You try to let the tension out. Youâre thinking too much. Â
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You button up the shirt Jonathan left for you. You still feel uneasy as you slip into bed but youâre too tired to care. You might be invading his space but he doesnât seem to mind much. Besides, the hot water has finished you off. You just want to sleep forever.Â
Your eyes roll back and you hide from the world. It doesnât quite fade away, still vaguely present on the other side of your eyelids. That hazy itchiness settles in your head but the fog just wonât thicken to darkness. Youâre awake, barely, kept conscious by the nerves rattling in your chest.Â
In your stupour, you remain vaguely aware of your unusual surroundings. Despite the threat that lingers on the other side of the walls, you canât help but miss your apartment. Itâs the first space that was truly your own. All thatâs ruined. Â
You hear a dulcet tone, a low hum thatâs soothing a much as it is stirring. You roll onto your side and grumble, peeling open your eyes as your ears prick. Jonathanâs voice precedes him into the room. You blink at him from the bed, curled up under the blankets as your warmth keeps you in place.Â
âYes, I will have her there, never you worry,â he says breezily, âmm, yes, Iâve the time. Iâll add it to my calendar. Shouldnât be any issue.â As you watch him, he meets your gaze and his brows flick up as he grins, âthanks, Eugenia, canât wait. Yes, you have a wonderful night.âÂ
He pulls the phone away from his ear and you recognise the case and the cracked protector. Itâs yours. What the heck? You sit up and reach instinctively for him.Â
âHey, thatâs my phone,â you accuse.Â
âYes, it was ringing and I thought you asleep. It was only your mother,â he drops the phone on the bed next to you. âI could hardly answer between messages from that pest you call a neighbour.âÂ
âWhat?â You grasp the cell and slide it closer.Â
âShe only wanted to confirm the time for the engagement party next weekend. You can wear one of your new dresses,â he explains as he goes to the wall mirror and checks his reflection, smoothing his hair before he unbuttons his collar. He works a path down the row and the fabric slackens around his shoulders. âIâve made certain to make record of each message that creature sends. We may just need to consult authorities.âÂ
âColin? IâI blocked him.âÂ
âPlease do not say his name. Itâs absolutely hideous, isnât it?â He faces you as he shrugs off his shirt. âIt seems he has found an alternative, that chit he keeps around.âÂ
âAlly?â You wonder.Â
âMmm, is that her name,â he drones as he dumps his shirt into the hamper. âWell, we neednât worry about them much longer.âÂ
He continues to undress as you pull yourself up against the pillows. Things just keep happening and you canât keep up. You look up as he wears nothing but his short cotton boxers and nears the bed. You peek down at your phone and put it on the night table to right of the bed.Â
âI do think you should call your landlord and give notice sooner than later,â he climbs onto the foot of the bed.Â
âNotice?â You echo in confusion, âwhy--âÂ
âYou cannot go back, darling, itâs not safe,â he tugs at the blanket, pulling it away from your body, âI cannot in good conscience let you return.âÂ
âBut Iâwe can just let things mellow out, right? Colin will get over it--âÂ
âI told you,â he grabs your ankle, âdo not utter his name at me.âÂ
He pulls you so you fall flat on your back. You throw your arms out and gasp as your head bounces onto the mattress. He separates your legs and perches between them. You lift yourself on your elbows, breathless, and stare at him.Â
âI canât stay forever--âÂ
âDid I ever say that?â He challenges, his blue eyes blazing up at you.Â
âNo, but--âÂ
âI understand things have escalated quickly, fawn, but we will figure it all out. I will be certain to clarify everything at the office, let them know it was simply not your doing,â his eyes cling to your face and narrow before slowly descending.Â
He glides his hands up your legs, crawling closer on his knees. He slides his touch beneath the loose shirt and tickles your naked skin. He sends a chill through you that speckles hotly. He feels your body, running his hands up and your torso as you quiver.Â
He slips his hands above the fabric as he kneels between your thighs. He unbuttons the shirt to your belly button, unveiling your chest and bending to dote on it. He cups one side as his mouth explores the other; nipping and nuzzle. You let out a pathetic noise as you cradle the back of his head.Â
You arch your back as his warmth draws you in and chases away your doubts. His long fingers soothe you and his intensity overpowers you. As much as this man has you uncertain, you cannot resist him. It feels nice to be wanted even if it isnât who you wanted.Â
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Once more, you fall asleep in the afterglow of Jonathanâs attentions. How easily he can obfuscate your fears and doubts. How his touch can so easily distract you from the things that might keep you awake. Â
The weight of his arm settles over you, holding you to him, his hard long body coiled around yours. He keeps a leg curled between yours as his hot breath seeps into your scalp. Youâre content, youâre safe.Â
Your sleep is only disturbed as he untangles himself carefully from you. You donât rouse entirely, clinging to the pillow and dregs of fatigue. He tucks the blanket under your figure and the bed shifts with the absences of his weight. His scent lingers behind him.Â
You sink back down and fall flat on your back, spreading out across the mattress. The late night lull settles over you, lulling you down as the distant drone of Jonathanâs lilted voice further coaxes you. You moan through your slumber and roll onto his side, longing for him to return.Â
You blink and the blue digits of the clock have changed. Twenty minutes and heâs still not back. You shiver and flutter your eyelashes, rubbing your cheeks as you force yourself awake. You sit up dizzily, you can still hear him.Â
You shimmy to the edge of the bed and stand. You hug yourself as a shiver washes over your naked flesh. The button-up is lost somewhere in the bedding. You put your feet down softly as you pad across the room, following his timbre as it come between sharper tones.Â
You creep out into the hall, a bluish glow drawing you in. You follow the cool hardwood to the front room and hide in the dim as you squint. Jonathan has his phone in hand, the screen alight as his profile is limned in its shine. He watches it intently as you recognise the voice chirping from the speaker.Â
âThatâs so lovely, dear, hope we can see you soon,â his mother chimes.Â
You waver on your feet. Oh, you shouldnât listen.Â
âWill she be coming?â His fatherâs gristly accent comes through.Â
You pause before you can back up. Jonathan clicks his tongue, âyes, I think so.âÂ
âJon,â his mother titters, âoh, thatâs so exciting! Thatâs... big.âÂ
âEh, yes, donât think you ever let us meet one of the birds,â he father chides.Â
âFather, sheâs not... donât call her that,â Jonathan rebukes.Â
âIâm teasing, yeah?â The elder Pine chortles, âyouâre gonna have to warn her about us. If that place has made you so soft, I shouldnât want to scare the girl.âÂ
âFather,â Jonathan utters once more, âsheâs... not... Sheâs perfect.âÂ
His mom squeals and giggles. You gulp and press yourself against the wall. What is he talking about? Heâs talking about taking you somewhere. To his home? Thatâs a far way. Something he should probably ask you first. His mother is entirely correct; thatâs big. His compliments cannot counteract the shock of his one-sided decision.Â
You sidle along the hallway, careful not to place your feet too heavily. As you near the bedroom, your elbow hits the frame and the thump casts silence through the apartment. Shoot.Â
You peer toward the front room and see Jonathanâs shadow closing in. He must have heard your misstep. You quickly flit into the room and ease into the bed. You pull the blankets over you and turn your back to the door. Your heart is racing.Â
You sense him in the doorway, watching you. Silent.Â
âEverything okay, son?â His father asks.Â
âYes, itâs... fine,â Jonathan answers, âIâll let you go. Wouldnât want to wake her.âÂ
âOh yes, get some sleep,â his mother insists, âlove ya.âÂ
âNight, son.âÂ
Jonathan crosses the room and you hear his phone meet the table on his side of the bed. The mattress dips as he climbs in and pulls the blanket over himself, nestling in close to you. He sighs and hums as he hugs you to him once more.Â
You lay, frozen and silent, praying he canât feel your pulse.Â
âDid I wake you?â He whispers and kisses your crown.Â
You force a groan from your throat and feign grogginess, âhmm, oh, no...â You wiggle into the mattress and yawn, putting your hand over his.Â
âBack to sleep, darling,â he purrs as he nuzzles you. Â
#colin shea#jonathan pine#dark colin shea#dark!colin shea#dark jonathan pine#dark!jonathan pine#jonathan pine x reader#colin shea x reaader#what's your number?#the night manager#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#multifandom
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Tag game đ©·đ
Hosted by the wonderful Jess @jrooc
Sorry for the lateness!! I was tagged by these twinkling starlights Kaka @stocious Dosho @doshiart Kat @mybrainismelted Pie @gallapiech Ice @spookygingerr Michelle @mmmichyyy Willow @ian-galagher Jen @wehangout Georgia @iansw0rld Cyn @ms-moonlight-inn Evie @ energievie Gigi @guinguin1984 Becki @francesroserecs Michelle @michellemisfit
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Shermyn/Myn & Dynastyria (no written works yet!đ)
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On the lounge couch
Favourite picrew (donât have one? you can skip this or do this one)?
So many to choose from!!!
Picrew 1 (I am obsessed with cardcaptors) , Picrew 2 (Willow made of usss & I treasure itttt đ) Picrew 3 & Picrew 4 (bc who doesn't love a good bread bowl)
Whatâs one thing you want in a picrew?
I think more body size inclusively đđ»
Favourite thing youâve created (or seen created) for the fandom?
Tie between Molly's draw this in your style/Gallacrafts & 2024 gallavich valentine's!
Why is it your favourite?
It's the first time a drawing really looked how I thought it did in my head & I impressed myself. Also, I'm obssessed with the pastels in the gallavalentine. đ©·đ©”đ
Did it come easily or was it hard to create?Â
Hard bc I find body poses hard, then I start to procrastinate bc of that, but then I've got the deadline so it makes me stressed haha
Last ao3 fic you commented on?
from way up there (you and I, you and I) by the amazing @sam-loves-seb It was the cutest I couldn't even!!!
Biggest WIP heartache youâve ever experienced?Â
Where the Feigned Wind Falls by the very talented & missed Jenna @ianrightsonly
Thank you for sharing your story & I hope one day you'll come back đ„°
Favourite trope or head canon you like included in a fanfic?
Ohhh gotta be lust at first sight, then we fuck our way into true tender feelings!! I'm a sucker for it!! Notable writers of this are Jane @captainjowl & Kay @goodkwuestion & they are so damn good at it
Least favourite?
I haven't seen with gallavich thankfully but turning one character in a gay ship into the opposite gender to make them het!!
Secret or surprising kink or trope?
Omg it's gotta be uniform kink bc of Ray @whatthebodygraspsnot Kinktober 2022. It awoke something in me & I was like I finally get it ahaha
Describe how you feel after youâve created something new?
I feel relief & feeling proud. Then I stress about when's a good time to post for most of ya'll to see bc of timezones đ
Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line:
My loves Benja @svltburn & Vey @look-i-love-u
I run to Ben in my art WIP bc like a kid showing art to an adult & Vey's given me amazing advice with writing that sparked inspiration đ„°
I'm in the headspace of desperately telling ppl about my fic ideas & wanting it to be a surprise so idk i may reach out for more hype men haha
Itâs been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____
Like Evie I mass reblog fandom works to spread love đ©·
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PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (PT. 2)
PAIRING kevin moon x f!reader
WORD COUNT 5.60k
GENRES angst ïčlittle bit of fluff ïčlittle bit of smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, reader is better than me cause i would not let kevin do all the shit heâs done đ, ANYWAY i digress, this part is very reader-centric â whereas part one is very kevin-centric, inner turmoil goes absolutely crazy, most of this fic is reader putting kevin in his place and him realizing how big of an asshole he truly is, mentions of injury (past tense), mentions of insecurity, lots of arguing, reader cries at one point or another, the smut places a very minimal role in this, but unprotected sex, public sex (the auditorium dressing room), no foreplay but wtv we fall like soldiers in battle, pussy job lowkey (high keyâŠ), creampie, lmk if i missed anything!
SUMMARY it wasnât like you and kevin hated each other. in fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. well, now that youâre paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess itâs the perfect time to find out why.
MORE oh my god. itâs finally fucking here. A MONTH, 2 SICKNESSES AND MANY MANY STRESSFUL NIGHTS LATERâ part two of princess and the pauper is here!!! iâm so sorry to those of u who have been itching and waiting on me to get âer done,,, itâs been an ordeal to say the least, and while itâs nearing the two month mark since the black out or back out collab was announced, SHE FINALLY FINISHED!!! for once i saw something through omg i can sleep peacefully and work on my other wips without guilt now⊠đ ALSO THANK U SO MUCH MAYA @/kimsohn FOR PUSHING ME THROUGH THIS and for making me thug it out bc without u it definitely wouldâve taken much longer to finish đ please dont forget to read part one and the other fics in the series if u havenât!! both are linked below! and as always, pls reblog if u enjoyed <3
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Never in your life have you felt so⊠Confused.
It wasnât just confusion that settled deep in the pit of your stomach. There was a sharp pain there too, like someone stabbed you and twisted the knife. That was probably the best way to describe what you were feeling. You were bleeding out, and no one was coming to save you.
Kevin wasnât answering your calls. He wasnât answering your texts. He ran out of the lecture hall as soon as class was over, never giving you a moment to speak to him. It was making you nervous.
You still had half of a dance to choreograph and a fuck ton of pressure riding on your back. After the last performance you and him did together, youâd have a lot of eyes on you. It most definitely wasnât your fault that he dropped you. How many people willingly want to acquire a broken ankle? The crutches were a bitch to maneuver around with. But like every single thing thatâs happened in the three years youâve known Kevin Moon, heâs managed to place the blame on you like it was.
It was crucial that you make amends with him even if it was momentarily. Your final grades were dependent on your performance. If he couldnât get his shit together for at least that, he was a lost cause in your mind. Not even your professor would be able to refute that fact. Actually, nobody would be able to refute that fact.
Your lips form an O as you blow the steam away from your coffee, pulling out your phone to try Kevinâs phone once again. The line rings a few times before going straight to voicemail like it has the past couple weeks. You kiss your teeth, tying your sweater around your waist as you slump in your chair. The baristas at the campus cafe were probably sick of seeing you sitting in the same high-top counter spot since the incident with Kevin in the studio.
âY/N?â
Ji Changmin appears beside you and you click your phone off, so he wouldnât see his friendâs contact on the screen. You give the Early Childhood Dev major a weak smile.
âChangmin! Whatâs up? How are you and your girlfriend?â You hope he canât recognize the distress written all over your features. You highly doubt it, though. You can feel the wrinkles pulling at your skin.
âWeâre good! Howâs the showcase performance going with Kev?â He asks like he knows something you donât. When your lips fall to a thin line, an all too familiar grimace, he sighs a knowing sigh. âDo I have to smack some sense into him?â
âNot gonna lie, yeah, you do. Heâs being really fucking difficult and like half of our dance is unfinished. I canât even get a hold of him, so Iâm starting to lose my patience.â You express your annoyance. The border between complacency and free-will was a lot slimmer than one might think. For example; your feelings when it comes to Kevin Moon.
You donât expect to get a returning call later that night when youâre washing dishes after dinner.
In fact, you donât even hear it at first, too absorbed in scrubbing the staining out of your bowl. Itâs when your roommate yells out to you, that you snap out of your reverie, albeit dazedly. You dry your hands on a nearby tea towel, hitting the green answer button without a second glance at the caller ID.
âHello?â
âAre you free tomorrow?â
Your heart catches in your throat. You recognize the owner of the voice practically by the first breath into the receiver alone. Itâs actually kind of unhealthy how quickly it took to realize who was on the other end. You swallow heavily, praying he doesnât hear the gulp.
âIn the latter part of the afternoon, I believe. Why?â You try not to sound hopeful. Thatâs one thing youâve learned being in the same vicinity as Kevin Moon. You could never be too expecting, because it would only lead to disappointment. And youâd dealt with enough of that the past few years.
âWe need to finish this fuck ass choreography,â he grunts, and it takes everything in you to bite your tongue. âIâll meet you in the same studio at 4.â
He doesnât let you get anything else in, hanging up swiftly. You deflate as you set your phone back on the counter. All you had to do was push through these next couple weeks, like you always have when it came to him.
That should be a piece of cake, right?
Wrong.
âNo, that looks stupid.â
You grit your teeth, swiping the back of your hand on your forehead. Youâd been inside of this studio maybe 30 minutes tops, and you were on the verge of strangling Kevin. With as long as youâd been putting up with his shit, you thought getting through this wouldnât be as rough as itâs been. But if there was one thing Kevin Moon had, it was pride.
âWe donât have time for you to nitpick right now. Letâs just finish the choreography and clean it after.â Your hands rest on your hips, nostrils flaring.
âIf we clean as we go, weâll have more time to drill it into our systems and get down muscle memory. Itâll be a stronger performance.â He argues. You roll your eyes as you turn away from him, taking a water break to calm yourself. âWhy do you have so much fucking attitude today? You were the one preaching to the choir about me making things difficult. It seems the tables have turned.â
Usually, you were pretty good at keeping your frustration at bay when it came to Kevinâs remarks. You liked to think it was because you were down bad for the guy, despite him always wanting nothing to do with you. But as of late, (Read: Since your performance of Princess and the Pauper) every little comment heâs made has managed to crawl under your skin like a damn parasite. You were beginning to get real sick of it.
âGod, youâre soââ You interrupt yourself to groan, fingers curling into fists. âYouâre fucking insufferable. Do you know that? Iâve been bending over backwards to ensure we arenât kicked out of the goddamn program and you donât even fucking care. Over what? A kiss that you initiated?â
Kevin is stunned into silence, not at all prepared for you to blow up on him like that. After all, that razor thin line between complacency and free-will had yet to be crossed. And well, it appears that you just crossed it. You whip around toward him, pulling down the collar of your t-shirt to reveal the faintest of bruises that still remains from your impromptu act of intimacy.
âIâve had to look at this every day for a week and all itâs done is make me feel shitty, ashamed of something I didnât even start. Now I need you to stop acting like an ass and get it together so we can finish this and perform the best dance this university has ever seen.â Your chest is heaving up and down, similarly to when you made out against the mirrors last week. Except this time isnât out of breathlessness, but rather anger and exhaustion.
Kevinâs eyes donât leave the hickey on the base of your throat, something undetectable swimming in them as he stares. You canât read the emotions swirling rampantly in his irises, a mixture of too many blurring into one another. Honestly, itâs funny. Itâs funny that itâs taken you this long to get him to shut his mouth for once.
So you laugh.
Itâs a snort at first, an off handed projection of how comical the situation has become to you. But then it metamorphoses into a small giggle, which leads to full scale laughter that has you hunching over your knees and wiping away tears. This whole thing is stupid. Absolutely fucking stupid.
âWhat are you laughing at?â His eyebrow raises in question, broken from his weird trance.
âI just canât believe it took three years for me to shut you up,â you shake your head slowly, rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm. âYouâre always the one who canât stop talking.â
Kevin deadpans, mouth pulled pin-straight as his expression drops. âYouâre so unserious.â
As the height of your laughter reaches a valley, you collapse onto the ground, resting your back against the mirror. You take another long sip of water before sighing. âLook, I know this isnât ideal. Trust me, I know. But, weâve gotta set aside our differences just this once. Please, for the sake of the department.â
âFine,â he murmurs, plopping down beside you to stretch his back. âLetâs finish choreographing so we can start cleaning it up.â
Itâs a victory in your book, and probably the most obedient the Pisces has ever been. Maybe this wouldnât end in complete disaster like you assumed it would. It turns out Kevin Moon wasnât entirely brainless and knew when he was wrong. Sometimes. Maybe. Weâll see.
You shut your eyes and visualize what youâve choreographed so far, going over the moves in your head to see if the rest will come to you like a prophecy. Itâs wishful thinking, but with how much youâve accomplished since setting foot in the studio, youâre willing to try anything. The track would be nice for elements of hip hop style choreography, but you knew the audience wouldnât eat it up as much as they would the route youâre currently taking.
Driver roll up the partition, pleaseâŠ
The song plays through the speakers and you watch as Kevin stands to run through everything you have. Youâre entranced by his movements, the flow of his body on certain points. Itâll look ten times better once youâre doing it with him, costumed and performing it perfectly in front of a crowd. You can picture it now, the gentle but controlled glide of his hands along your arms when BeyoncĂ© sings âWe ainât even gonna make it to this clubâ. He was right. You very well might be seduced by your enemy.
âShould we use props?â You suddenly voice, eyes narrowed in thought. He hums.
âThatâs⊠not a half-bad idea, actually,â his tongue darts out to wet his lips. âWhat did you have in mind?â
âA chair, maybe,â you look away from him, placing your focus on the way your toes alternate between a tendu and relaxed position. âThat could take up a good chunk of the choreo.â
Kevin stalks over to the supply closet in the corner of the studio, pulling out a folding chair. He puts it in the center of the room gently, careful to not scratch up the wooden, lacquered flooring. You spend the next couple of hours brainstorming through numerous versions of the dance. While it was a lot easier than your past practices, there were still the occasional argument over which movements looked good and whatnot.
At a certain point, everything becomes cohesive and the end is near. You gulp down some water as Kevin does some random choreography. Itâs then that it comes to you, like a vision from Thatâs So Raven. You practically drop your water bottle, scrambling to your feet and stopping him. Your breath is heavy from fatigue and youâre slightly afraid of even suggesting this, but itâs exactly what this dance needs. Itâs exactly what everyone wants to see from the two of you.
He pauses the music and gestures for you to get on with it. You push down the lump in your throat, scared of rejection. But maybe he was smart and he would agree that this is what you have to do. âWhat if we did a lift?â
You see the hesitation swirling in his eyes and you raise a finger before he can shut you down entirely. âNothing crazy like⊠umâ you knowâ Princess and the Pauper, but something smaller. Something⊠sexy? Like, Dancing with the Stars type beat.â
When he shrugs instead of outright dismissing your idea, you know youâve won. He nods slowly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. âOkay, sure. But we better clean up everything else fast so we can perfect the lift.â
The two of you take another three hours running the entirety of the choreography, ingraining the moves into your brains and muscles. You still had a bit until the actual showcase, but your priority now lies with the lift. If you nailed it, the entire department would very well grovel after you in reparation for all of the slack you got after Kevin dropped you. Hell, the entire university would kiss your feet. This was your redemption. In more ways than one.
You both decide to call it a day at around 9:30 PM. Your hands reach for your belongings and then you halt yourself, a thought coming to mind. While you had him in this weird state of obedience, you figured it was as good a time as any to ask the question thatâs been weighing on you for the past few years. Your fingers swipe away the sweat beading around your hairline.
âKevin,â you start, voice a lot softer than before. âWhy do youâ what did I do to make you dislike me so much?â
Heâs caught completely off guard, eyes widening in surprise. If he was anticipating you to say anything else prior to parting ways tonight, he didnât think this would be it. Heâs actually a little off put that you hadnât asked him this already in the span of your definitely-one-sided rivalry. He takes a large gulp of water.
âIâd call it indifference, not dislike,â he corrects after a pregnant silence. âItâs really fucking stupid thinking about it in hindsight. I donât know if you remember this time, way back in our first year, we ran into each other at the campus cafeâ literally, might I addâ and you spilled your coffee all over this white shirt of mine that Changmin had gotten for me as a birthday gift. I only recently found out that it wasnât as expensive as he made it out to be.â
You blink at his admission, processing his words as thoroughly as possible. You donât know what you wanted him to say. You werenât even sure if there was a concrete reason for him to be so fucking mean to you all this time. And now that you know, you come to the conclusion that Kevin Moon isnât as smart as youâve painted him out to be in your head. Heâs actually a gigantic idiot. Because who in their right mind goes through these lengths to form a distance between the only other person on par with their talent?
Before you can stop yourself, youâre bursting into another fit of laughter. Kevin falters at your reaction. He was waiting for you to blow up on him, to scream in his face for causing you so much pain and unnecessary drama over something so silly. So when you do none of that, when you start fucking laughing like a damn hyena, he feels dumb. Like his entire college career has been built off of nothing.
âThis is soââ you pause to gather your bearings, wiping away the tears that managed to escape. âWeâve spent so much time going back and forth over some spilled coffee? Surely youâve realized how insane that is at some point.â
âIt took a lengthy argument with Changmin, but yeah, I did,â he nods, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. âOld habits die hard, I guess.â
You worry your lower lip between your teeth, finally getting your things together. The two of you bid each other an awkward goodbye. Neither of you knew what to make of your relationship now that things had been partially sorted through. There was a fuck ton of baggage that still had to be sifted, but at least you had an answer.
That was enough to push through this showcase performance. You think.
Youâre nervous.
Never in your entire life have you ever been this nervous for a performance.
You grew up doing musical theatre and dancing, itâs always been the one constant presence you could rely on. But standing here, backstage at the showcase, you think youâre going to throw up. Your palms are clamming up uncontrollably and your chest feels unbearably heavy as you watch the quartet doing a contemporary piece to some ballad you couldnât be bothered to remember the name of. There were still a couple groups before you.
Not even when you had to perform fuckass Princess and the Pauper were you this anxious. You wince, trying to stop the incessant bouncing of your leg. Your weight keeps shifting from one hip to the other. As a seasoned veteran, you donât know why you feel this way. Maybe it had to do with all the pressure riding on this very dance. Every single eye in that crowd was going to scrutinize your every move on that stage.
âCalm down,â a voice whispers harshly from beside you. âYouâre making me nervous.â
Kevin wraps his fingers around your wrist, stopping the annoying tap-tap-tap your own were doing against your thigh. He gives you a look, and you sigh. âSorry, I donât know whatâs wrong with me.â
Thatâs a lie. Not only was the high expectations from the entire school getting to you, but so was the fear of history repeating itself. He knows this, it was inevitable. After what happened the last time he was tasked with lifting you, it was only natural.
âWeâve drilled this dance hundreds, if not thousands, of times, Y/N. Weâll do just fine.â Kevin assures you.
His hand feels foreign holding yours, like it was illegal for his skin to be touching your own. You feel your lower lip quiver, a sense of trepidation that youâve never once felt creeping down your spine. Your mind was spiraling, and quite honestly, Kevin being so close was making it worse. All you could think about was him dropping you again, leaving you in the middle of the stage with a broken leg and a broken heart. You release a shaky breath and he turns to face you.
Your eyes widen and he searches your face for any disingenuity. When he finds his answer, he brings the hand that was holding yours up to cup your cheek. Heâs cautious, afraid he might break you like he always does. He waits for you to shove him away and to yell at him for being a fucking coward.
You donât. You stay still, hoping he follows through with what you think heâs about to do. And then he does.
Itâs such a featherlight peck of his lips on your own, you almost donât even register. But sparks shoot from the source all the way to the tips of your fingers. You feel as if you were dealt a static shock of electricity, your whole body buzzing from the small kiss alone.
He pulls away just in time for the stage manager to inform you that youâre next. Kevin rolls his neck jogging over to the wings to patiently await your performance like he hadnât just kissed you a moment ago. You blink dumbly, two fingers coming up to touch where his lips had been. Sure the nerves were gone now, but the sensation of butterflies swarming about in your stomach easily replaced that. What the fuck was his problem?
âOur last performance is one Iâm sure all of you have been waiting for. Kevin Moon and Y/N L/N with Partition!â
Before you know it, you and Kevin are in position, your body squared upstage and his to the crowd. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his arm wrapped around your waist and his steady breathing on your nose. The spotlight switches on, the heat of the lighting warm against the side of your face. Itâs silent in the auditorium, but it rings in your ears. You could do this.
Let me hear you say âHey Miss CarterââŠ
You move on reflex, muscle memory kicking in instantaneously. Each circle of your hips, every turn you makeâ a fouettĂ© here, a pirouette there, a couple coupes, each roll of your body. But what really gets you is the long brushes of Kevinâs skin on your own. Youâd practiced with distance between the two of you. There was a tension that had been there for years. Now itâs all coming to a rolling boil, a new uncharted tension that every single member in that audience could see.
And then comes the lift.
You, along with everybody in the auditorium, practically hold your breath when Kevinâs hands grip your hips. He raises you above him with all of his strength, completely focused on you and only you. You shut your eyes and feel the moment, like, really feel it. Your body is relaxed, the Dirty Dancing-esque lift bringing the whole performance together just like you knew it would. The only difference from the movie and real life is the fact that youâre flipped, your backside to Kevin and your chest to the ceiling.
Your eyes flutter open, the spotlight all but blinding you, and you finally feel content. Like everything has fallen into the right place for once in your life. Especially so when Kevin sets you down gently and you finish your dance with the utmost confidence.
The crowd erupts into a roaring chorus of applause, going as far as giving you a standing ovation. Holy shit. You pulled it off. You actually managed to pull it off.
Your face feels like it might split from how big your smile is. You and Kevin bow, walking off stage. Youâre entirely too happy right now, a newfound energy overtaking you as you trail behind him.
âWe did it!â You cheer as you follow him towards the dressing room where your things are. Youâre the only ones left backstage, everyone else filtering out between performances. Kevin doesnât give you much of a response, just a small nod of acknowledgment. Your smile falters. âWhat the hell is your problem?â
âNothing, Y/N, fuck. Can you just mind your own fucking business?â He snaps, turning around to glare at you just as the door slams behind you. You instinctively flinch at both loud noises. His features soften but you take a step back from him.
You arenât sure why youâre surprised. This isnât anything new. Kevin has always made it crystal clear that he wasnât your number one fan. Being neutral for your performance wasnât enough to repair all the holes in whatever your relationship was, and you shouldâve known better. You shouldnât have let your guard down so easily. You shouldâve expected this. Old dogs can never learn new tricks.
But Kevinâs scared. Heâs afraid of letting you in after all the mess heâs put you through. The only thing heâs good at doing is hurting you, over and over like there was a prize that came out of it.
âLookâŠâ
âNo, you listen to me,â you swallow heavily, tears already tight lining your eyes. âKevin, I have taken so much shit from you. Over these past few years I have just sat there and let you unload all your fucked up insecurities onto me. Have you ever wondered why? Have you ever thought to stop and think about why I let you be so mean to me without even questioning it?â
He says nothing, just stares with his lips parted. They open and close like a fish out of water, words there at the tip of his tongue but refusing to make their escape. And then one of your tears rolls down your cheeks and heâs directly in front you, his heart on his sleeve for the first time since youâve met him.
âWhy?â The simple question is so quiet, you almost donât hear him. But his eyes hold so much hurt, so much anguish that youâve never seen in a person before.
âIâve had feelings for you for so long, itâs actually starting to ache. Youâve only ever seen me as this thing, this obstacle. And Iâm afraid that thatâs all Iâll ever be to you, because you wonât let me be anything else. You wonâtââ
âThatâs not true, Y/N,â Kevin sighs, looking off to the side, away from you. âI justâ itâs complicated. Itâs more than just being rivals.â
âSo help me understand,â you frown. âLet me in, please.â
âMy entire life Iâve had to work to get to where I am. Iâve fought tooth and nail to be as good of a performer as I am today. There were so many hoops I had to go through to even get into this program andâ and I thought Iâd finally become the best I could be. I thought that there was no way anyone could ever be better than me. And then you showed up. You and your pretty smile and your natural ability to be the best at everything you do. It was like you were the real life manifestation of all of my critics, of every challenge I faced to get here. Where I had to practice day and night to perfect something, it just came to you like second nature. During Princess and the Pauper, when I dropped you, it truly was an accident. But weâd spent so much time nailing it, that itâ I just made myself feel better by saying it was your fault. âHow could it have been my fault if I perfected it?â I was jealous and petty and it was just easier to blame hatingâ to blame my indifference on you spilling coffee on my stupid shirt. For that, Iâm sorry.â
You donât know what you were waiting to hear, but it wasnât that. Your tears turn into full on blubbering, because what the fuck? Thatâs so much burden for someone to carry on their shoulders for three years.
âWhy are youâ why are you crying?â He flounders, reaching up to swipe away your tears.
âI wish I knew⊠I wish I couldâve helped you somehow,â you sniffle. âKev, Iâve always admired you and your work ethic. I hoped one day Iâd be half as disciplined as you, half as determined.â
He blinks. Youâre both dumb, arenât you? Too focused on the wrong things. You both couldâve been a lot less hateful, a lot less miserable, had you just spoken your differences out. This entire rivalry has been completely one sided, but also built off of plain stupidity and ignorance. He supposes itâs not too late to make amends if you arenât running in the opposite direction despite everything heâs put you through.
Kevin leans forward, hand still pressed to your cheek, and connects your lips softly. Heâs testing the waters, making sure youâre comfortable before he continues anything. When you donât back away just yet, he adds more force, deepening the kiss like a man starved. You whine against his lips.
This is what youâve been wanting from him. More than what he gave you before your performance, but not what happened in the studio a few weeks ago. This desperation isnât abashed lust, itâs unbridled affectionâ itâs everything heâs holed inside of himself for years, unwilling to let it see the light of day until now. If you were to label anything as perfection, it wouldnât be a dance or a moment on stage, it would be this. Just you and Kevin finally bringing yourselves together in the most intimately emotional union.
He pulls you closer to him, hands sliding down to grasp at your waist, bunching up the thin fabric of your leotard. You canât help but bury your fingers in his hair, tugging when he nips at your lower lip. A gasp permeates the air when his mouth travels south, along your jaw and down the side of your neck. He bites and sucks the tender skin at the base of your throat, ensuring he leaves his mark on you. This time isnât careless, this time he has purpose. He wants everybody to know that youâre his, that youâre the only person insane enough to put up with him.
Your breathing is shaky when you reach behind you to lock the dressing room, dragging him over to the long vanity adjacent to you. He slots between your legs when you hoist yourself onto the surface. He pecks your lips and pauses his movements, rubbing up and down your thighs. In the dim, yellow lighting of the room, you look so gorgeous. Heâs always thought you were beautiful, the most stunning thing heâs ever laid his eyes on, but heâs repressed it for so long. He wants to take his time staring at what heâs avoided.
âYouâre so pretty,â he says quietly, kissing you again and again and again. âI donât think I can last long with you.â
âCan we skip the foreplay?â You ask, bottom lip jutted into a pout. âNeed you to just fuck me like you mean it.â
Kevinâs forehead falls to your shoulder with a groan. âI donât deserve you,â God, heâs such an idiot for holding out from this. You shouldâve been given the world and so much more. He has a lot of lost time to make up for. He kisses your shoulder with a sigh. âYeah, baby, I can do that.â
You donât waste another second, slipping your arms through the sleeves of your leotard. He has to bite down on his tongue when he sees that youâre braless, fingers going slack as they unbutton the rest of his silk shirt. You shimmy out of the one piece, left in nothing but the fishnet stockings you wore underneath and your lacy panties. Kevin thinks he mustâve done at least something right in a past life to experience this.
Your eyes sparkle as you look up at him, undoing his slacks and kicking them down his legs with your feet. Something takes over him when he rips a bigger hole in your stockings, pushing your underwear to the side. His thumb glides through your folds with ease, your slick providing enough lubricant. He pushes your lower lips apart while you busy yourself shoving his underwear to his ankles.
His cock slips inside of you with less friction than he wouldâve thought, but he doesnât complain, screwing his eyes shut as he acclimates to the feeling of your walls surrounding him. You moan, such a soft sound that he nearly loses his balance.
âYou feel so good, baby,â he coos, digging his fingers into your hips as he rocks his own. âYouâre so so perfect.â
The praise is too much for you, given the circumstances. Your brain is already cloudy, stuffed with what could only be described as cotton. You watch with half lidded eyes as he begins to piston into you at a faster speed. This all feels like a fever dream, something that was only possible in your craziest fantasies. Even then, it seemed unlikely.
ââM close, Kev,â you whine, unable to stay still and attempting to match his thrusts.
âAlready? Weâve only just started, gorgeous.â He laughs, but itâs breathy, strained from the exertion of his body. You hardly have the strength in you to be embarrassed about it, especially since heâs seen you in much worse situations.
You nod frantically, snaking a hand between you to circle your clit with nimble fingers. Kevin halts you and pulls out momentarily, sliding his cock between your folds like it was your hand. The tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly, making you dizzier than you already were.
He presses back into you with ease, resuming his sloppy but animalistic pace. He uses his thumb to continue your handywork, your cunt fluttering around him needily. Youâre both losing your sanity quickly, both going batshit insane over the bare minimum. Youâve just needed this for so long, yearned for this moment for a humiliating amount of time.
Your moans start to rise in pitch and he groans. âFuck, baby, you can cum for me.â
He could cry, he thinks, when your back arches and your legs shake with your orgasm. It hits you like a freight train, triggering his own release just as fast.
You stay like that for a bit, regaining yourselves and comprehending everything thatâs just happened. So much for the whole hating each other narrative.
âWhat does this mean for us?â You suddenly ask, arms hooked around Kevinâs neck. Youâre still connected by your lower halves, but he makes no effort to pull away. Part of you likes it that way, it gives you hope that this isnât a one time affair.
âItâll be hard for things to change overnight,â he says, massaging your sides. âWe have a lot of unresolved issues and insecurities that we still have to push past. But Iâm willing to do that with you. I want to take a chance on us.â
Your lips pull into a smile, an expression you donât think youâve worn around him genuinely in the years youâve known him. âI do, too.â
âItâs kind of ironic that it was a performance that tore us apart and brought us back together, donât you think?â He laughs.
âAnd we fucked in the dressing roomâŠâ You add, glancing to the top corner where a security camera is stationed.
âMaybe we should get out of here before someone checks the footage,â he suggests. âTau Beta Zeta is conveniently hosting our end of semester party tonight, do you wanna be my plus one?â
âI would be honored.â You grin, pecking his lips tenderly.
Perhaps happy endings existed after all.
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#deoboyznet#the boyz#the boyz x reader#the boyz smut#tbz#tbz x reader#tbz smut#the boyz kevin#tbz kevin#kevin moon x reader#kevin moon smut#kevin x reader#kevin smut#moon hyungseo#blackoutorbackoutđ»#juyeonszn
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ill probably redo this poll often. my laundry list is damning & this doesn't even include gift art/ask responses for folks... :')
"im cooking" but in the way that the kitchen is a mess, on fire, there are casualties, no survivors.
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(nawt sure if folks get a kick outta stuff like this, but I love being silly together!! secretly every post i make is an open forum. Pspspsps)
if somehow u have questions/thoughts about any of these concepts... im always ready to chat! ^-^ <3 even if I might take a moment to respond. heh. ask box open + i usually respond to reblog chains & comments, if folks are comfortable! maybe add "tumblr penpal" to ur reblog tags.. so I know I can catch ya in a net x3 Ive just been jumpscaring friendly folks thus far. Mwhehe
#does anyone else remember 'gimme the k' from like 2010s tumblr#oh yeahh u bet ur sweet bippy that i ran ask blogs as a Kid#i still see tumblr as a social blogging community platform. erm. so imma yap here ^-^;; hope thats ok#if thats not what ur here for Please PLEASE feel free to filter out 'pom yaps' tag. curate ur experience!!!#pom yaps#wip graveyard#who will be resurrected first :3#im much more comfortable sharing art than writing but i love to Scheme#dca fandom#fnaf
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WIP Weekend (i will do sunday 2)
stealing this from someone on my timeline
The Rules:
In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post up to five (5) file names of your wips. Not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. Weâre posting progress here. If you havenât made any, go make some and come back to post!
After youâve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you canât share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
Thatâs it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!
hate to say it but i do not have 5 file names of wip fics LOL here's a few though
WIP - non con ish simon snow demisexuality (need a working title)
WIP this one is just the love again chaptered doc
LOVE AGAIN PLOT this one is also related to love again
this current simon snow wip is actually making me cry!! it's so sad guys, simon is such a sad guy in this one that i feel baaad for writing it (won't stop)
When I got food he kept his hands around my waist. When we walked to my room he kept his arm linked in mine. When we ate his side was pressed up against mine. When we kissed, when his hands slid up my shirt, when he worked down my neck, when my hands clutched his curls, when we held on for our lives. I was lit up from the inside. And then he started crying.Â
praying u guys r as excited to see this posted as i am to post it
@roomwithanopenfire @rimeswithpurple @supercutedinosaurs @brilla-brilla-estrellita @ileadacharmedlife
#simon snow#snowbaz#baz pitch#wip weekend#i missed out on wednesday#poor simon :(#share this w all your friends i need the attention <3#fic#wip#snowbaz fanfic
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H A P P Y J U N E!
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Who wants a freebie sketch headshot? You do?! Look below for the rules and info.
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1. One entry and one character per person.
2. Send your character with references and your expression choice (see menu below) via ask or DM.
3. Selection is at my discretion.
4. Please LIKE or REBLOG finished art, this tells me you saw it and you like it.
5. You may use it for rp / pfp icon or reference ONLY.
6. DO NOT use it for AI purposes.
7. I'm a traditional artist. I use pencil & pens.
8. There will not be any progress WIPS or edits, unless I need clarification.
9. Images will be posted in their original size and then a 150 x 150 px icon
10. Visit my kofi if you like to support me.
11. If you are interested in commissioning me for a set, please contact me and we can discuss amount and pricing.
Disclaimer:
Failure to show respect of artist's boundaries, follow request rules, or answer questions regarding piece , may and can result in the art request to be denied or canceled.
#expression challenge#free art commissions#free art requests#commission#expression meme#expression sheet#original character#pencil sketch#sketch#roleplay icons#rp icons#headshot
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here!
HIII MIMIIII long time no see ( thats my fault i will start cooking up smth jus for u rn trust ) TY FOR THE LIL ASKKK â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâŒïž
1. roblox ... its like my fav distraction rn like i literally jus spent 2 hours on bloxy bingo ..
2. friends + mooties like u @jaetyun and @ad0rechuu ( check em out !!!! ) likeee yall make me so happy i start jumping in glee seeing an update or reply or post like i love yall đđ
3. this gonna go real far but maladaptive daydreaming . ty brain for letting my imagination run wild bc its wat gets me cooking in the wips đđ
4. lets get back to reality w getting ready . like i loveeee finishibg my makeup before my dry ass skin starts cracking through and i look hot đ
5. FINAL ONE ... cousins days! me and my cousins get tgt whenever we can and we call em cousins days .. idk their jus the hangouts i look forward to the most !!!
ty for the ask mimi i will now begin cooking up smth w keeho like i said um 2 months ago :3 LMAO
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