#wow this us fluff????

[andersonfilms]

i think some skin to skin with cowgirl abby could and would fix me :P

❝ IM IN LOVE WITH YOU ❞ ✶ ABBY ANDERSON!

an. nonnie, thank you for the request. it's more angst than i planned so i hope that's okay! i also wanna credit the cuntress queen @astralnymphh for this concept. so, so good. y'all need to check it out asap.

Since she could feel it, from very early on, she’s liked women and never enjoyed the company of men other than to have an occasional beer with. Most of the girls around her worried about settling down, finding a perfect man, one who is respectable, stable, loving. Pleasing the wishes of their parents who are ever so demanding with a downpour of insured judgements. 

It’s all left to be found here, the bellows from a man and a woman living unhappily together, telling others how to live their life. Yet, Abby from a young age yearns for someone else, the piece she believes is missin’. 

The sought after, happily ever after. 

Not a soul she had met for her bill so she keeps her head down. Late night escapades are tight lipped, hidden from spectator’s eyes, ones they would throw slurs her way without a second thought if they knew. Just like they had when she hadn’t kept it a secret.

 Sometimes, it burns. Other times when she was buried in between a woman’s thighs as they cried for mercy in her ear, it didn’t. 

Underneath the midnight sky, her fingertips dance on the white wood — the one she shouldn’t be stepping her boots back on. 

Despite how she tells herself, this will be the last time, it never really is. It’s a quiet night in the small town tucked away in a small town in South Texas, the stars shine bright in the countryside, moonlight shining brighter than it has all month long. 

Abby steps up to your front porch, the pearly white picket fence, the home your dad built with his two bare hands and a dream. When she’s met with your shining smile, the doubt is evident, barely visible but it’s there. 

Is this what you want? Or were you just too kind of a woman to say no? 

Nothing is said between the two of you as you pull her into your home, a senseless wonder swirls in your eyes, getting lost in impenetrable blues. Maybe, it’s what pulls you in and keeps you there like the failed dreams in a dying town. Perhaps it’s when you dream of the sound of her voice at night when she decides not to come, leaving you alone to think of not a single thing but her. 

Once the door closes, it’s just the two of you. Abby’s musk is overwhelming, she tends to be, but you seem to welcome it with open arms. There's a pot roast you made for her, devouring it silently at the round dining room table, her muscular thigh touching yours, reminding you of the feelings which never seem to wither. 

Her brown, weathered stetson hat sits on the empty chair, her fingertips picking at the frayed edge, the nagging thought in her brain shouts at her to say something, anything, but you beat her to it. 

“You don’t have to stay, Abby. You’ve got an early morning, so do I.” You pick up the emptied plates, washing them at the sink when you feel strong, protective, arms wrap around your waist, her chin resting against your shoulder. 

“Why are you putting words in my mouth, darling?” Pink lips decorate deliberate kisses along the side of your neck, “I’m right where I wanna be. M’here with you, not going anywhere.” 

With her pointer finger, she tilts your head to her, dominant lips catching hers, Abby’s hold keeping you in place as she reminds you of what it feels like to be held by the person you call home. The quivering feeling shoots a shiver up your spine, her hands don’t stop moving as they caress your body. 

“C’mon now, you need some sleep.” Her southern drawl is strong as ever as she leads you up the stairs into your bedroom. “S’late, can’t have you not gettin’ sleep because of little ‘ole me.” 

You know what she wants and you know you’ll do it too. 

Anything for her. Right? 

A freshly showered Abby emerges as naked as the day she was born. Porcelain skin tanned by the radiance of the sun from a hard day’s work, a constellation of freckles cover her body. There’s an abundance collecting at her shoulders, across her collarbones as they dust her strong nose and spread across perfectly sculpted cheeks. 

The time you have with each other is few and far in between, occupied by the responsibilities of managing a ranch with her father commands most of the hours of the day, keeping her effectively away from you.

Plus, the feeling swarming in her heart she refuses to see yet she’s here a few times a week, wanting this. If Abby wants more, she’s good at hiding it, but the thought alone is dangerous. You can allow yourself to want more, not when she gives you nothing in return. 

“Are you gonna come over here, gorgeous?” She slides in between your legs, some of her weight soothingly collapses onto you. “Patience darling, m’right here, not going anywhere.” 

With a sigh of content, she grabs you by the waist as she pulls you on top of her with ease. Abby’s golden waves kiss your face as she hides her face in the crook of her neck. Meticulously, the blunt of her fingertips draw patterns on your skin, playing with the hem on your lace undergarment, the only piece of clothing left in your body. 

“You will go somewhere. In the morning, you’ll leave without saying goodbye. Jus’ like you do after every night.” Abby tightens her hold, thinking if she keeps you close you won't slip through but truth be told? She’d be the first to drop you, even if it wasn't her intention. 

“Sorry, m’not strong like you.” 

“I think you’re a lot stronger than you think, y’know?” Her lips find yours as her skin smothers you in the body wash she keeps in the cabinet. Soft breasts melt against her own, calming her in a way Abby can’t quite comprehend. 

This was more than just sex. If that’s all this was, she would be the nearest bar picking up the closeted women who fawn over her before she even steps her foot in the front door. The most sought after woman in town, yet it’s her tongue in your mouth, claiming in a way words fail her. 

“Abby—” The moan vibrates through her, she falls into the sensation of your heavenly skin, smooth against her calloused hands. Every inch of your body feels golden to her. It’s what she craves, the intimacy without having to be, so good, a delicate sigh leaves her puffy lips. “I—” 

With a loving look in her wondrous pools of deep sea blues, with a hint of gray stowed away beneath the light, she inquires for you to continue as she looks up at you. 

Your hands gently touch her face, thumb lovingly soothing over the apples of her cheeks and the scar decorating one of them. There’s nothing she despises more than it, makes her look far too damaged, but you’ve always thought it makes her the person she is. 

Strong, loving, imperfectly perfect. 

The first time you did it, she flinched as she gripped your wrist, pulling your fingers away from marking. Now, she closes her eyes and lets you. 

“When can I tell you without you running? When are you gonna stay?” Abby wants to tell you, say it. I won’t leave. I’ll always be here, right with you, forever. 

She doesn’t. She can’t. 

The words die on her tongue, the three little ones she feels but can’t let through. The past hurts haunt her as it disgusts itself as a never ending hangover which she holds it against you. It’s not meant to be cruel, it certainly isn’t fair, but it’s all she can do until time heals the festering wound. 

“I don’t have an answer for you—” Her blue eyes open, her lips ghosting over your again. “But, this, you? It’s just you and me. No one else, darling.” 

For now, it’s enough, but Abby stresses over the day where you’ve had enough cursing at the wind and whatever god sits above. 

One day, somewhere in the near future, she won’t be.

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[abbysthighs]

It’s rare that I manage to get a shot of her smiling.

[charleslee-valentine]

Freebies

For the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Dosability Pride Month Event: Day 4- Gonna Be a Fun Trip

Word Count: ~2,000

Warnings: Internalized ableism, referenced period typical ableism.

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Lord help him. Pray to anyone above that this damn ramp is gonna hold up.

The Sawyers fixed it up out of scrap for him, three railroad ties as the base, curved steel brackets from a car's frame screwed to two plywood slats to reinforce ‘em and wood glue so thick it might as well be a shell around the structure. And prayers. Lots of prayers

“Try it! T-Try it Franklin!” Nubbins goads from the safety of the porch, waving his arms wildly like the worst impression of a traffic cop Franklin ever seen.

Franklin eyes the contraption they built warily, “I don’ know.. We sure it’s safe?”

“Yeh!!” Nubbins answers without even lookin’ or considerin’ it, just waving around urgently for Franklin to come forward.

See the ramp is new, ‘cause his chair is new too. Finally caved in and replaced that old 1950s piece of junk for somethin’ better. Motorized. A chair that can wheel itself and don’t need him pullin’ muscles in his shoulders or Nubbins trippin’ over bent tire frames to push forward.

That’s why the last straw come, was them both takin’ a tumble ass over end down the back steps and into the yard ‘cause Nubbins’ three sizes too big for him pants got snagged on the tire spokes. Franklin got the chair and Nubbins directly on top of him which busted his wrist up pretty good, needed a home-fixed cast a while to keep from tweakin’ it funny. But that meant no manually movin’ the chair, and Nubbins sure wasn’t allowed after he supposedly caused the accident.

Now, he won’t complain about gettin’ wheeled around by Bubba, who happens to be mindful of bumps and cracks when he can be, but Bubba ain’t so patient these days. Certainly ain’t the timid kid he was when Franklin met him a little over decade ago. At almost thirty somethin’ entering his rebellious romantic phase and more interested in some angel-voiced debutante on the radio than dealin’ with Franklin’s business. Fair enough.

The obvious next step is a motorized chair, somethin’ he’d been dreamin’ of for a long, long time. Put it on every Christmas list as a kid, breathed it into the air with the smoke of a birthday wish. And every year he stayed right cooped up in that old beater he had with no illusion of independence with.

Back then he took it for folks not understanding his desire to just wander. To not exhaust himself from propelling forward and the pains shootin’ down his arms into his chest. There’s a fine difference between a self-propelling chair and a pusher chair that Franklin knew well from tearin’ his muscles over and over.

Shane he realized the world works a lot crueler than just not understanding, a coverup for the pain he felt from all of them.

Took until he’s moved out, zero contact with Mom and Pop, in with the Sawyers through some probably wicked chain of events he’d forgotten a while back, to become able to move on his own.

And here in the chair, transferred easy after practicin’ it a dozen or so times the second it was here in the yard, his hand sits on the lever but not pushing forward. He’s nervous. Overwhelmed by flittering anxieties that loom over his head like gnats around a flush.

“Most people, they go for fittings and buy these things special just for them. Don’t just stumble upon..” It’s halfway into that sentence that Franklin realizes, Nubbins never did finish tellin’ him where he got the chair past that it was available and decently clean after a supervised wipe down of all its parts. “Hold on, how did you find this thing again?”

“I-It was on the corner, with a money sign, b-but we took it. L-Like it was for- for freebies since no-nobody was usin’ it.” Nubbins fiddles with his hands ‘cause he knows Franklin ain’t gonna be th’ happiest with that answer.

Not that Nubbins is expecting anxiety and fear and guilt, which is all Franklin is currently dealin’ with. Nubbins expects anger, a smack across his face for breaking rules. While Franklin is too busy spiraling in his own head to immediately comfort him, wondering a bleak topic, “Well how do we know that? What if they needed the money from the old one to buy a better chair and now they got none?”

“Frankie, w-we don’t got no money either. Th-That wouldnt’a h-happened no how.” Nubbins reminds him meekly by raisin’ his hand and seemingly swattin’ away the worries.

“Maybe someone else shoulda got it.” Franklin just keeps worrying. As much as he was sick of his old chair, a guilty conscience gets in the way of his happiness once again. Even far away from the cruelty of certain family members, he’s so programmed to feel bad he makes himself feel that today instead of lettin’ someone else.

Thing is, Nubbins prob’ly never felt guilty once in his entire life, so good at just stickin’ with cold reality and not the wandering anxious thoughts. Impressive for someone Franklin knows got a worse than typical kind of thoughts floating in his little head.

“But y-you needs it.” He points out fairly.

Giving a big sigh, knowing it’s the end of understanding one another in this particular conversation, Franklin starts to drop it but still get some weight off.

“Lots of people need things.. I dunno.. Guess I just feel like I’m stealin’ or somethin’..”

Silence. Nubbins wasn’t listening at all. He’s busy eyeing the necklace he made for Franklin, with a tie rope so it’ll never ever shatter or break its clasp or crumble to bits like them chain necklaces do sometimes. Reaching out, he cautiously takes ahold of the charm, made from clay and bone and wood. More scrap of course.

Out of nowhere he yanks it, snatching the charm so the knot in the back of the necklace undoes itself and the whole thing slips right off.

Franklin’s too late to catch it or to grab Nubbins, just clutching his chest where the heavy charm would usually sit against his skin. Feels bare without it for some reason, if only ‘cause Nubbins was the one who made the damn jewelry in the first place.

Which he now holds way up over his head and dares Franklin to, “C-Come ‘n get me!!”

Eyeing the shifty ramp, Franklin doesn’t budge an inch. Anxiety blooms in the pit of his stomach and soothed only by watching Nubbins himself get wild and bounce around all over the creaky old porch. Might fall through himself. He calls after the movement, “Nubbins, getcha wily little ass back here!”

Scratching his scruffy chin in over-exaggerated consideration, Nubbins decides to sit on the porch bannister and think, “N-Nah. I’s comfy.”

It’s cute. Watching Nubbins mime regular sense of humor and teasing and human interaction in general always makes his heart flutter some. Franklin gives in, “Awright. Awright. Jus’- You jus wait a minute now. I don’t know how to use this thing and I might not-“

“Frankie, c’mon!” Nubbins interrupts the stammering, bouncing all over. He’s so excited to see this new contraption in action. Impatient for it even though it’s about to happen.

The jumping is gonna crack the boards of the porch, and seeing as the ramps shows a complete lack of knowin’ to work with wood, Franklin decides to just do it. Wheel right towards Nubbins and go to him when he calls.

All it takes is a push of that little lever. Franklin squeezes his eyes shut as the wheelchair mechanisms whirr to life, noisily drawing him forward. The feeling is a lot like floating on water. No pressure in his body, no pain just from movin’, just a smooth glide.

Well, smooth as it can be over dry grass and then the dreaded ramp. His wheels stay firmly grounded, however many there are under the structure of this thing, and he’s safe, but it’s still scary to get used to, rockin’ around like that.

He clears the top of the ramp and maneuvers messily in reverse, some kinda eighteen point turn, to face Nubbins instead of the wall, “Christ that was-“

“Y-You did it! You did it! Frankie done it!!” Nubbins congratulates him, grabbing his hands and squeezing excitedly.

It ain’t the heat from the effort of movin’ around that he can blame anymore for the way he knows his face flushes bright red, equal parts bashful and flattered, “It ain’t that excitin’ now! Jus’ pushed a button..”

“But i-it’s good.” Nubbins argues, wide smile firmly in place.

“I s’pose..”

“A-A-And you’re good!”

His eagerness is a little overwhelming. Franklin worms a hand free to fidget, scratching at the back of his curly hair, “I don’ know ‘bout all that..”

Then Nubbins leans into him all serious, thick eyebrows frown tight together and bony finger stab in’ into his chest, “H-Hush it. You gets all sh-shy.”

“I’m ‘llowed to be shy.” He defends, but it crackles a little. With the confrontation between his old broken shell of a heart and his new found longing.

“Yeh. You allowed t-to be not shy s-sometimes too.” Nubbins reminds him, easing up some by straightening out, not entirely breathing on Franklin’s face anymore.

Now he has the confidence to tease back, “Like you, huh?”

“Ezactly!” A bright stream of giggles comes from Nubbins suddenly, impressed by Franklin’s clever. He likes it a lot when he argues against him, stands up for himself.

Decides to reward his bravery against the monsters in his head with some affection. At first, Nubbins tries to wrap his arms around Franklin, wheelchair back and all, but it’s too big and clunky for all that. Instead, he decides to pass along some kisses.

On his forehead because it’s easy to reach, Nubbins plants wet kiss after wet kiss to Franklin’s forehead.

“That’s enough now.” Franklin says, but he’s laughing too now, no longer so stuck up. That’s why Nubbins likes havin’ him round so much, gives him some kinda purpose cheerin’ him up and lovin’ him good all the time likes that.

But Nubbins isn’t taking ‘no more’ for an answer, since this is a game of cat and mouse afterall. He’s a smart mouse that knows, the cat ain’t gonna put up with him if he skitters ‘round too quick and stupid. Holding up his hand, he asks for permission to give another kiss, “One m-more for the road?”

“Sure, but I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You know that.” Franklin hums while tilting his head back some so Nubbins can reach. This time he kisses his cheek, close to his mouth, a little smear of blood from a scab he ripped off wiping on Franklin's skin.

He wants to kiss that one away too to make it better, “A-And o-one to grow on?”

“Nubbins, I mean it. Just cause I can get ‘round a little better don’t mean I’d ever leave ya. Wouldn’t even dream it.” Franklin takes it all seriously.

And it doesn’t make Nubbins upset. This wheelchair business is always serious, always hard. Jokin’, and playin’ and bein mean, he can do that any old place that don’t got a Franklin, but what would be the point? He’s maybe just a little in love.

“I-I’s holdin’ you to that. Ain’t gonna f-forget it.”

“I know.” Franklin smiles, wiping the blood off his face by himself.

“Ain’t s-stupid.” Nubbins testified agin on his first point.

“Hey, now. I know that.” His Franklin interrupts, switching the subjects about to,“Thank you Nubbins. For the chair. And the help.”

Nubbins nods and starts to rock on his heels. Accepting thanks is still as new to him as a fancy alien wheelchair is to Franklin. That, “And th-the lovin’?

He’s in love with Franklin. The Mom and Pop kind. The get hitched by the garden out back in pretty clothes and never let Franklin leave again type.

And Franklin, receiver of affection and gifts and acceptance, now that’s he’s finally feelin’ capable for the first time, agrees, “Especially that.”

[iruinn]

baby, you're the sweetest thing ❀ nanami kento

chapter 3

cw : none that apply (please let me know if u think there's anything that needs to be tagged!)

wc : 2060

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If someone had asked you 2 years ago where you thought you would be right now, you wouldn’t have even blinked before answering. Married to your boyfriend. Living with him in his family home. Visiting your own maybe once a week. Maybe you might have even had a kid with him. You certainly wouldn’t be working in a small publishing office as an editor, living alone in a tiny apartment in a city hundreds of miles away from your family. Unwilling to visit the very house you grew up in. But you had learned quickly that life rarely goes the way you plan it. You’re certainly feeling it right now, watching your ex-boyfriend stand next to your own sister, the both of them watching you in trepidation.

The awkward silence is broken by your mother. “You’re here, then. Despite ignoring my calls. Good that you remembered you had a family.” Your head pivoted to meet hers, and you cross your arms. “I’m sure you got my messages. Can’t have the family wondering why the bride’s own sister didn’t show up to the wedding, right?”

The matriarch of the Morita family shoulders past you into the house. She’s as put together as you remember, her hair pulled into a bun perfectly, her clothes without a speck of dirt or wrinkle on them. Your sister follows her, stopping before you. She hasn’t said a word to you yet, and you simply raise an eyebrow at her. “Cat got your tongue, Seiko? You certainly weren’t this subdued the last time I saw you.” She reels back, but regains her composure quickly. “I’m happy you’re visiting, (name). I would have hated for you to miss my wedding.” “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” You glance at Naoya, who’s been watching you closely. “Hey, (name). Looks like Tokyo’s been good to you.” He pulls Seiko into him, and you bite your cheek. You certainly have no more lingering feelings for him, you think. But looking at them together still stings you quite a bit.

You hear your mother scoff. “I can’t imagine your job is doing much for you. When are you going to give up on it and move back home? You’d be so much more comfortable here.” “We’re really getting into this now? It hasn’t even been an hour since I arrived, and you’re lecturing me about my life choices?” You whirl on her, your voice raising, and she meets you in kind. “You’re just being dramatic, (name). You know I’ve always wanted nothing but the best for you. Surely you know it’s a disgrace for a Morita to be working a desk job.” All you can do is stare at her in disbelief. You flush red in anger and embarrassment, noticing your father and grandmother were here too, probably hearing your raised voices. Of all the places to have it out with your mother, in front of your family as well as your ex was definitely the worst place for it. “Mom..I just-“ “No, (name). We put up with your tantrums and the silent treatment for an entire year. You’re a bit past the age for being this childish now.” Your throat tightens, your nails cutting into your palm. You should have known it was a mistake to come back. It was the exact same a year ago.

“That’s quite enough, I think.” A comforting presence surrounds you, a thick arm enveloping your waist and pulling you in. You look up, watching him come stand by you. Nanami’s face is expressionless, but his eyes are cold as he looms protectively. His hair is slightly damp, like he had just stepped out of the shower, his body warm against yours.

He noticed your gaze and smiles, bending down and kissing your forehead. Your mouth falls open as he renders everyone speechless. “(name), who is this?” Of all the people to speak up, its Naoya, cutting through the tension. The feeling of being cornered is gone, replaced by growing confidence. It’s hard to panic when you have a 6 foot tall brick wall of a man backing you up. “Ah, right. My boyfriend, Nanami Kento. I did tell you I’d be bringing someone along..” “My apologies for the interruption.” His fingers press into your waist, and you can feel how solid he is against your own body, feel his deep voice rumbling. It’s like he was engineered to tick off every single switch in your brain that made you melt into a pile of mush. You watch him as he turns to your sister and Naoya, and holds out a hand. “Congratulations on the marriage. I’ve been waiting for (name) to introduce me to her family.” He doesn’t sound very congratulatory, and you think everyone in the room realizes it. He finally turns to your mother, tilting his head towards her. “Thank you for having me. Your home is lovely.” She nods at him. Her face is mildly pale, spots of colour high in her cheeks. “Yes, well. Make yourself comfortable.” She examines him, her eyes lingering on the secure grip he has on you. “Go freshen up, (name). I’m sure you’ve missed your grandmother’s cooking.” She sighs, her fingers rubbing her forehead. Your grandmother claps, her voice cheerful. “Yes, yes, that’s quite enough. The hallway is no place for this conversation, is it?” She beckons your mother, sister and her fiancée into the kitchen, waving you and Nanami away. Your dad glances at you apologetically, before following them. They leave behind silence, and you groan, letting Nanami steer you upstairs. You notice Yuuji peeking from above the staircase, and he looks very anxious. “Thanks, Yuuji.” You peek at Nanami in confusion, wondering why he was thanking Yuuji. The boy brightens, shooting a thumbs up at him. “No problem, Nanamin!” ‘

He leads you into your room, and closes the door behind him. You collapse on your bed face down, turning your head to meet Nanami’s eyes. He sits down next to you, his fingers stroking your hair. “Nanamin?” You snort, and he shrugs. “He’s a good kid. He asked me to go downstairs when he saw what was happening.” You relax at the comforting feeling of his hand through your hair. “I’m sorry about…everything you just saw. We’re kind of a mess.” He’s silent, his hand moving downwards from your hair to your cheek. The calluses tickle your cheek and you giggle. “I know I haven’t known you for long, but you didn’t deserve to hear that.”

“You’re right. I didn’t.” You love your job in Tokyo. You love your apartment too, the creaky windows and the tap u sometimes have to jiggle to get to leak water, your collection of plants you forget to water every now and then. You love your friends too. (You especially love Gojo and Shoko right now, for sending your way god’s gift to humanity. You know you would have had a much harder time without Nanami’s support.) “But it’s okay. Just a week to get through, and I’ll be back home, and hopefully I won’t have to drag you into more family blow ups.” You sit up on the bed, dislodging his hand from your face, missing its warmth immediately. “Thank you, though, seriously. You didn’t have to do any of this.” “I’m not the selfless person you think I am.” He gets up off the bed, walking to your desk and picking up a photo of you from when you were in university. “But I’m glad I’m being helpful.” He tilts his head at you. “Feel free to use me as your shield for anything this week. That’s what I’m here for.”

You glance at his back, his muscles rippling through his shirt. A shield is certainly an apt descriptor for him. It’s weird seeing a man in your childhood bedroom. You don’t think you’ve even brought back a boy here. He looks out of place amongst the furniture, too large for life. You hope there’s nothing embarrassing left out by mistake, and you glance about your room, but its pretty safe. No weird childhood posters or unfortunate teenage photos hanging around. Something occurs to you, and you glance at Nanami, wondering how to bring it up. “Uh, Nanami..” “Kento.” “Whuh?” He turns to you, his expression stern. “Call me Kento. You’re my girlfriend for the week, aren’t you?” Your cheeks may be permanently flushed by the end of this. “Right..Kento. Would you be okay with us sleeping in the same bed? I can get you a spare otherwise..” It’d be weird to explain why you needed a spare bed when he was your boyfriend, but you’re sure you can come up with some excuse. He raises an eyebrow. “I’m comfortable with it if you are. It might be a cosy fit, though.” You’re almost thankful for the series of events that led up to this. You just shoot him a thumbs up, trying to appear unbothered. “I’m honor bound to warn you that I am a serial cuddler. Shoko has had to pry me off her too way many times whenever I’ve crashed at her place.” He bends down, placing his arms on either side of you on the bed, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “I look forward to it, sweetheart.” He pulls away so quickly you almost wonder if you imagined it. Walking towards the entrance of your room, calling out behind him. “Go shower and join us for dinner below, (name).” The door shuts behind him, and you fall back onto your bed, grabbing a pillow and mushing your face into it, muffling your screams with the fabric.

Dinner is a considerably more cheerful affair than before. Seiko and Naoya had thankfully read the room and bowed out early. You knew there was an enormous can of worms to open up there, but you decided to let sleeping dogs lie for today. Nanami is surprisingly carrying on a long conversation with your mother and father, and you’re extremely curious about what they were talking about. Knowing your mother, she’s probably grilling him about his entire history. You spend the rest of dinner joking around with Yuuji and your grandmother, shooting a glance at Nanami every now and then, which he meets with a reassuring smile. You’re happy he seems to be enjoying dinner, at least.

Night quickly arrives, and with it, the bed situation. You spend way too long deciding on a pair of pajamas, and settle on a comfortable t-shirt and shorts of respectable length. Nanami seems to have already changed, and made himself comfy, and you feel a flutter in your stomach at the way he’s sprawled on his side of the bed, his hair falling over his eyes instead of being swept up as it usually is. He’s grabbed a book off your nightstand and is perusing it, the light from your nightlamp illuminating him softly. You spend a few beats admiring the man, before joining him.

“Hi…” You whisper, slipping into the covers next to him, keeping some space between you both. He places the book down, turning his full attention onto you. He smiles at you, his brown eyes warm. “You good?” He settles in under the covers too. “I am. You’re looking tired, (name).” “It’s been a long day…” He leans over you to turn off the light, and you catch a whiff of his aftershave. He smells very good, and you feel mildly like a pervert. Your mind keeps wandering to how tall and wide he is in comparison to you. “Sorry if I steal the covers from you. My limbs take a mind of their own when I sleep.” You hear him laugh in the darkness. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart. Go to sleep.” Easier said and done. You close your eyes, thinking you’ll probably be awake for most of the night making sure you don’t accidentally cuddle Kento in your sleep. You're not making contact with him, but even with your eyes closed, you feel the warmth emanating off him. You open your eyes a millimeter, trying to catch a glimpse of him. You think he's staring at you back, but it's hard to say in the dark. Eventually the day catches up with you quickly, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep and dead to the world.

[becausebuckley]

it's november, which means that both flufftober and 911 kinktober are officially over! i've had such a wonderful time combining the challenges this past month. 15 fluffy fics, 16 kinky ones, and 91k words later, i've officially completed my challenge!

i just wanted to say the absolute biggest thank you to everyone who's been reading these fics, especially those kind enough to leave a comment or reblog them. it's been so so wonderful to see your responses and i'm so grateful for the support! many thanks also to those who pointed out that certain links didn't work etc because i really wouldn't be me if everything went smoothly lmao. and, of course, the biggest thank you to those involved in organising the events! find the flufftober collection and the 911 kinktober collections linked - i highly recommend checking out some of the other lovely fics!

i'll be reblogging the fics again throughout november. if you'd like to have a look in the meantime, the links below will take you to the ao3 fic series for both halves of my challenge!

buddie flufftober 2024 (15 works)

my personal favourites are day 10, game (it's all fun and games (and family)), and day 17, only one bed (from your heart to your fingertips)!

buddie kinktober 2024 (16 works)

my personal favourites are day 4, non-sexual kink (to be still), and day 27, non-penetrative sex (i'll show you mine (will you show me yours?))!

though my posting schedule is going to slow down drastically compared to this (i'm aiming for weekly fic drops from now on), i definitely am planning on continuing to write so much more 911 fic! if there's a kink/fluff/whumptober prompt i've missed that you want me to write, feel free to throw it in my inbox. i'm always happy to try my hand at prompts! in addition, there's a couple other fun things in the works - how about that sleeping beauty au i won't shut up about? who knows, maybe i'll finally finish it...

so yeah, thanks so much for everything - now excuse me while i go give my poor fingers a rest from all this typing!

[tickled-pink-64]

just 2 victorian lovers being a bit silly

also here's a weird fact i have to learn: apparently in maine, it's against the law to use a feather duster to tickle a woman's chin. there must be an origin behind this because that's such a weird and specific law to put up. luckily tho, they're in 1870s germany so sebastian ain't going to jail

[firemenenthusiast]

anyways dilf! robert fischer anyone ?

be honest would yall read it

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

Nobody:

Me: what if child washed up on the island somehow and was amnesic and tests were done and the burns find out this person is related to them and woodrow is called to the island to do tests too and it’s found out he’s the father and had no clue he had a kid and child gains memories and their mother is awful and Charlie and Woodrow get legal rights to child and now Kade Dani Graham and Cody have a cousin to get to know

[ebonytails]

Some lionsona design work WIP’s!

The bust is final, and the shoulders down are in the works. The pink mane is going to be the default look, while the dark brown is just the natural mane color behind the dye. The other colors were just thrown in there for fun!

[slxtmeri]

Okay so this isn't really an ask, but schlatt seems like such a bath person. Like he would get candles and play music and stuff and just sits there.( baths blow my mind because I get bored sitting there) And like once the two of you got closer he'd take baths with you just to be near you, washing your back and your hair for you and talking about your days together? Anyways, just something that's been on my mind lately...

AWW BRO THIS IS SO CUTE ☹

he would like give you massages too, saying how tense you feel <333

no but i'm sorry i didn't write something for this, my writing battery is like at 0 percent rn BUT THIS IS SO VALID

[eegyo]

OK WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE -

So you’re telling me THIS:

WASN’T inspired by this:

Hmmmmmm very interesting indeed 🤔 🧐🤨

ALSO to you fic writers, do with this information what you will, just PLEASE tag me if you write anything inspired by this lol I want to read !

[maro0on]

How I Met My Soulmate Manga And Why I Dropped It At Chapter 19 SPOILERSSSS (i think) (a VERY subjective manga review made by a teenager lol)

im gonna say that i REALLY liked this manga in the beginning. the artstyle was GORGEOUS, the people are GORGEOUS! it was cute when they got together (and im constant thirsting over iori but thats besides my point).

BUT, later on it just got a WEE BIT annoying.... tell me why seno (the first love from high school and also kinda the second male lead) is still trying to pursue my girl yuki... LIKE SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND NOW!!!! SHES IN A RELATIONSHIP!!! AND HE KNOWS THAT!!!1 yet hes still trying to pursue her.... like bro theres plenty of fish in the sea, you can find new love, another girl out there (or boy if you swing that way, happy pride🏳‍🌈 lol) who may actually make you feel more happy and make you worth something CUZ PURSUING SOMEONE WHO LIKES SOMEONE ELSE IS NOT HELPING MY BOI.

(from chapter 19) And then it just gets progressively MORE AND MORE MESSY! like goddamn kardashians youve got competition. why do they keep adding more mess in the bag like THATS ENOUGH SLICES

(from chapter 17) tell me why this unicorn fangirly had to tell her that... that wasnt necessary??? its none of their business to literally give that information to her which could potentially damage her relationship with iori... like stop it... get some help

AND THEN

(from chapter 19)

She just found out some ground breaking info from ibuki (iori/male lead's brother) about some stupid complications, misunderstandings, and ✨pretendings✨and stuff that MIGHT ruin iori's perception and damage his relationship with his brother MORE as if its not tattered enough, and she cant conjure up the strength and confidence to forward that news she basically scooped up from brother dearest ✨🙃 cuz why would you want that right? youre basically shattering an ounce of happiness from a person you love and who wants that. not yuki def cuz all she wants is to make iori happy and give him the joy and DESERVES. WHY ARE WE ADDING MORE DRAMA??!?!?! CAN WE NOT BE HAPPY--

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*cough* uhhh yeah why couldnt we just have ended the story with like them finalyl ending up together, final scene is in the hot sprint, ibuki and iori sorted their shit out with the power of ✨communication✨, seno can just move on and try to find new love or atleast work on himself.

im just tired guys oh wow... ig i just want happiness for once cuz i just keep dying inside in most of these romance stories 💀

if you have any opinions about my opinions feel free to comment ig lol if you want IM WILLING TO CHAT LOL MAYBE YOULL CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE OR YOULL AGREE WITH ME

or ig ill try to just continue and maybe i can just give my final review lmao (which might take a long time cuz this is still ongoing i think🧍‍♂️)

[selfspinninglies]

i was gonna write angst but now i just wanna write them being silly . calm before the storm i suppose

[2-lines-and-a-circle]

Haikyuu matchup for pegasus 🌌!!!

My friend, my lovely pegasus 🌌 anon, may I present to you your matchup! It did take me a while as I struggled to get into the groove of it all. Nonetheless I finished it all up and was happy! Please, enjoy this to your heart’s extent!

For anyone who wants a matchup look here: 2 Lines & A Circle : Flavor of Love, Find Your Match~ (tumblr.com)

For a friend I’m sending you Rintarō Suna!

Suna may sound like an odd match, but I’m sold on the idea of you two being buds. Imagine a chill, relaxing kind of friendship. Suna would be interested in you as it would be different from his chaotic life with the twins. He would naturally be drawn to your closed off behavior, but after getting through the surface he would be sold on you. Suna would go with you to share his little tricks he did on Atsumu and even share music with you.

Since you’re a bit of a daydreamer Suna might also ask about what goes on inside your head. He’ll even tease you about them from time to time, he does it all in good fun of course. I also, don’t pick you out to be a leader kind of person, which is totally chill! Suna would never admit it, but sometimes when he’s with you it feels like he’s got own little pup following him. When you do follow him, you’ll notice how he’s someone who goes with the flow a bit too much.

One day he might be dragging you into a volleyball game, then before you know it, he’s dragging you to a convenience store. You can always look forward to experiencing new little adventures when you’re with Suna. Oh, and if you find yourself unable to speak up, Suna will pull you away. I can’t really see him handling a situation with fire, so he’ll just calmly put it out.

For a lover I’m sending you Osamu Miya!

Originally, I was going to be Tendou, but times changed after I slept on it. So now love you, get yourself Osamu Miya!!! Whoo hooo!

Osamu is a realistic romantic. He’s never going to do those grand gestures of romance like his brother. Nor is he going to show up at a broke ass restaurant for a date. What you can look forward to is very small yet warm romantic gestures. Like if he notices your hair is about to get in the way of your food, he’ll tie your hair up. Probably the type to say I love in the morning and at night or really whenever he feels like it.

To him you were eye catching as you were someone who he couldn’t ever solve. At one moment you were silent then you had been buzzing around Suna. Man could never figure you out and he was invested. Just how could he get you to react to him like that? He found your reserved yet clingy behavior to be like a cat. Osamu just had to have you for himself.

Eventually Osamu figured he needed to make his move fast and was going to warm up to you with a simple confession. No, he wasn’t going to say he liked you outright, but he wanted to make his inventions clear to you. All he wanted was to let you know you were going to be his. His courting process would be getting to know you better and easing your personalities together. The relationship is going to move at your pace till you ease into being with Osamu.

When you do eventually get together, he’ll want to cherish you, bringing you to all sorts of dates. Cooking for you is another must, whenever he makes a new dish, you’re the first to try it! As for physical touch, I actually think Osamu would start off slow, maybe just light touches every now and then. Think of it as a tutorial in a video game, I say this because physical touch is very big for Osamu.

With that I bring to you a matchup that was probably long overdue. Better late than never! Also thank you for requesting a matchup, it really brought back this vibe that I haven’t felt in a while.

[sotvtaughtmehowtofeel]

Do you think Joel and Ellie were meant to find each other but not keep each other ;

Absolutely not. I think they each have suffered more than anyone should, and they were meant to find peace in each other.

[catwingsthespatula]

One night, before going to bed

I set up my sweet tooth to be fed

I thought, “what do I want?”

Tried my hand at fondant—

But I think I made Oobleck instead.