#i had this in my drafts and was gonna send it out this morning while at work

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

bakugo and reader meeting again after a long time like maybe katsu has been away on a mission and he just misses us so much 🥹

anon this is literally such an adorable request!! This has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time cus i could never rlly figure out what i wanted to do with this, but as soon as i got the inspo i got to it !! im so so sososuuupperr sorry for making you wait so long and if you’re still sticking around, I LUB YOU !! anyways, i tried honoring this lovely sweet request as best i could, if you’re reading, i truly hope you enjoy (and all of you ofc!!) <33

fem reader, jus pure fluffy fluff ! katsuki n reader watch selling sunsets bc my mom does lmfaoo this ones for you momma, kissing, biting (lol will i ever stop), lemme know if i missed sum else !

katsuki regrets planning this surprise.

it’s been one month. exactly 31 days since he’s last seen you. one month he had to survive off of late night phone calls and good morning messages.

katsuki had slowly but surely started climbing up the ranks as a hero ever since he’d gone independent and this mission was a huge steppingstone to victory.

except it involved him going abroad for a month.

you’d congratulated him when he’d told you. you hugged him hard and offered him your brightest sunshine smile, you’d made him dance around your little living room with you, celebrating his ‘rise to stardom’ as you’d called it and he remembers chuckling about it. you’d even gone out of your way and made his favorite to celebrate. but now katsuki understand you were probably doing that so as not to worry him.

he's known you for a long while and he knows you know he can tell when you’re lying, so he was sure you were happy for him. (you can’t fake anything from him and especially not the way you smile, he’s committed that to memory). and you truly looked happy for him, but he knows youwell enough to know that you were also devastated to find out he was leaving for so long. he’d seen the way your eyes widened and your shoulders dropped. but knowing you, you probably powered through it so as not to make him worry.

so stupid. you’re stupid. and he misses you so much.

despite you being in different time zones you make it work. he made sure to be updated daily and called you every time it was time for you to go to bed to make sure you got some well needed sleep and not staying up late mindlessly scrolling through your feed.

you send him pictures of everything happening throughout your day and you’d hound him about his, asking him if he’d eaten well and if he’d beat up any bad guys. and no matter how minuscule his actions were you’d always praise him. as somewhat childish as he knew it was katsuki still walked with his head up high for the rest of the day. if it was to impress you and make you proud, he’d be on the clock 24/7. but, knowing you, you’d get mad at him for overworking himself.

he misses you so much.

he’s on the plane. making his way back home to you a day before he’d told you he would be, his surprise. you’d been so excited, your squeals ringing through the phone, katsuki just couldn’t wipe the smile of his face and goddamnit he tried.

“ou, i can’t wait ! i missed you sooo much, katsu !” you chirped, he couldn’t wait to hear your voice in real life again instead of through his phone.

“yeah, missed you too sweets” he hums, packing up the last of his stuff.

“you better be ready cus when you get back, m’not gonna let you go for a whole month.” you tease, giggling. katsuki huffs out a laugh, looking down at his luggage ready to go as he’d fully finished packing up while you were on the phone.

“uhuh~?” he muses “better be ready for me when i get back. yer not goin’ anywhere either. no bathroom breaks when we're cuddling.”

“ew,” you snort “what am i supposed to do if i have to pee ?”

“that sounds like a you problem, sweetheart.”

you laugh and laugh and katsuki smiles, he couldn’t wait to be able to hear and see it again. expect not one phone call away, like he’d told you he always would be when you’d accompanied him to the airport all teary eyed, but in real life.

except now he’s starting to regret not just coming home on time.

don’t get him wrong, the sooner he gets to you the better. he’d meant it when he told you he wouldn’t let you go and as somewhat embarrassing as it is to him that he had gotten so clingy, being away from you for so long really did a number on him. distance makes the heart grow fonder his ass, he was more than fond of you when he was laying next to you every night instead of all alone in his hotel bed.

but right now he’s way too antsy. he wants to tell you about how he’ll be home soon to hear you squeal and giggle, but he sucks it up in favor of surprising you.

it’ll be worth it. at least that’s what he tried to convince himself when he finished packing up. and on his way to the airport. and on the plane..

who even thought of this stupid surprise idea anyway ?!

he can’t sit still. he has to stop himself from tapping his foot against the floor and shuffling around in his seat. the guy in front of him keeps reclining his seat back but it doesn’t bother him that much, because all he needs is to remember your smile and remember he’s coming home to you, and he feels his nerves settle. recliner-seat-guy be damned.

it’s pitch black by the time he’s off the plane and finally back home. when he checks his phone he sees it’s 2:09 am and you’re no doubt dead asleep by now, he smiles at his phone screen when he sees you smiling back at him.

his limbs suddenly feel heavier the higher the numbers show on the screen inside the elevator to his floor. his body buzzes with excitement but for some reason he can’t help feeling nervous. katsuki knows it’s stupid because you tell him every day how much you miss him and how excited you are to see him. all he wants right now is to see you.

he fumbles around a bit when he fits his keys into the door to walk into your tiny shared apartment and when he finally walks back inside, katsuki is reminded why he does this. why he’s been gone for exactly 31 days.

he kicks his shoes off quietly and sees yours left right by the door like they always are. like he always wants them to be. he wants to come home to your shoes by the door and to you smiling at him brightly and greeting him, or beckoning him over to the couch because you’ve been waiting all day to watch your favorite show with him. (he’s forbidden you from watching any episode of selling sunsets without him, the last time you did he got cranky at you for a good 2 hours.)

katsuki sneaks over to your room, socked feet padding over to the door quietly cracking it open. he’d managed to convince you to move in with him a few months ago, claiming it’d lower costs and yapping about how you practically lived here anyway. it was barely anything to get used to, it felt natural, like this was everything his life was leading up to. but he wants to give you everything you deserve and this cramped little apartment is definitely not it.

he wants to give you a cosy little house, or a penthouse or even a fucking mansion if that was what you wanted, as long as he could be there with you he didn’t care. he’d do whatever he could to get you everything you dreamed of at the flick of a wrist. and that’s why, as annoying and lonely as it was to be without you for so long, he’d pushed through.

katsuki needs to save people, and he wants to. but everything he does, he does with you in a little corner of his mind.

you’re fast asleep like he’d expected, katsuki huffs out a laugh, brushing at your cheek with his finger. his heart almost explodes when you try to lean into the faint touch and he can’t help it anymore. he sits down by your side and kisses your cheek. once, two times, three times and a little one on your nose. if he wasn’t feeling all mushy he’d be an asshole and bite you, but you look so cute he’ll put that off for now.

your nose scrunches up and your eyebrows furrow at the wet kiss onto your skin, you instinctively go to rub at your face with a whine, katsuki chuckles to himself when you open your eyes and the lack of distance between you both meaning your quite literally face to face with him.

“katsu..?” you mumble sleepily “ ‘m i dreamin’ ?”

katsuki chuckles, eyes soft “glad to know ya dream about me, but nah, this isn't a dream.”

you blink sleepily, and katsuki recognize those bright eyes he so loves gleaming the more you wake up “katsuki !” you squeal, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him straight against your collarbone, since he was practically nose to nose with you before he knocks against your chin but you both don’t care.

katsuki crawls into bed and wraps his arms around you tightly, snickering into your neck and you into his hair. you squeeze and squeeze him so hard he thinks you’ll suffocate him but he couldn’t care less, squeezing you like he’s trying to mold you to him.

you breathe him in and he flips you both over with you giggling uncontrollably. you topple over and land straight into his chest. you lift your head up with stars in your eyes like he’d hung up the moon for you and katsuki smirks back softly. because he would. he’d hang up the moon and the stars and more.

all for you.

“you’re back !” you chirp, kissing all over his face. katsuki feels his cheeks hurt, this is the hardest and longest he’d smiled in a month.

“how’d you figure that one out ?” you roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark, blowing lip bubbles against his cheeks as punishment. he playfully pushes your face away from him and you laugh.

“i thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow..” you quickly reach over to your nightstand to check your phone then throw it back down.

“it is tomorrow.” katsuki quips, already getting back to being a smart ass, you roll your eyes but you can’t wipe off the happy look on your face.

“you know what i mean, asshole” you jokingly narrow your eyes at his smug face and press a finger against his cheek “later tomorrow i mean. was gonna surprise you and you….out-surprised, me” you pout at your ruined plans.

he turns his face so he can sink his teeth into your pointer finger and you quietly squeal in disapproval, he smirks “was gonna, but couldn’t wait anymore. needed to see you.” he pulls you closer to run his nose against your pulse point “felt like i was gonna go fucking crazy if i stayed with those other bastards for a second longer.”

you giggle, placing your hands against his shoulders as he kisses up and down your shoulder and neck haphazardly “ don’t be mean.” you scold.

he lifts his head up to raise a brow at you, hands running up and down your sides “you mean to tell me you wanted me to stay away? didn’t miss me ?” he jokes, squeezing your hips harshly.

“of course i did. missed you so much i felt my heart would tear up sometimes..” you smiles sadly, running your fingers through his blond strands, he frowns "but i'm glad you're back now."

"yeah, and m'not leaving again for a damn long while." he squeezes you so hard he lifts you up in his lap a little bit and a surprised noise leak out of you. he lifts his head up from your chest to smirk at you in challenge "you're gonna have to get used to me and my big mouth all over again."

your heart squeezes, you feel like it'll bursts from happiness and katsuki wonders if he' supposed to feel this happy, if it's okay to be this content with one person. but only for a moment, because he's greedy, so so greedy for you. and he doesn't care if it's wrong because he gets to make you happy, to make you smile and laugh, to have you.

and katsuki does everything for you, so he gives himself to you without a second thought.

you hum, placing your hands against his soft cheeks to press your lips to his "got a month worth of your big mouth i need to catch up on." you whisper before finally closing the distance. you both immediately sigh in relief at the contact, being able to feel each other like this again. you smile into the kiss and katsuki thinks he's never felt more at peace.

after a month, exactly 31 days, katsuki's finally back.

bonus :

"hey." katsuki ask, you snuggle into his side and hum.

"did you watch any episodes of selling sunsets without me ?"

you stiffen.

"n-noooo..." the sheets shuffle and crinkle when katsuki looks down at you. you shrink into yourself.

"maybe one or two.." you squeak out meekly. immediately he's flipping you over and pouncing on you.

"fuckin' traitor." he growls.

"i'm sorry i couldn't help myself !" you wheeze when he starts tickling your sides, kicking at the sheets "it's been a month !" you screech trying to catch your breath.

"yeah i know that !" he exclaims, ignoring the way you're thrashing around as he mercilessly tickles you.

"i'm soooorryy !!"

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[matrixbearer2024]

Enough With The Schemes!

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Ngl I kinda had this in my drafts just because I didn't know how it'd ever fit into the story but I decided to fix it up and post it after @vespers-night-sky's fanart for the "Get Off My Screen" Series- the direct continuation and reader's death is in the works folks, I've just been trying to figure out the pacing ahsojskqjds- I am not gonna be a Hazbin Hotel episode jkjkjk Anyway, thank you thank you THANK YOU ALL for the support with the series and think of these little things as filler episodes before the big reveal. Anyways, as usual- happy reading and I hope you all enjoy! The series in it's entirety can be found on my blog under the #Get Off My Screen Series

You didn't know how much more of Vox's shenanigans you could take.

First it had been the wallpaper war-

Until now you couldn't stop his face from being a permanent fixture to your devices-

But it was fine, he could have that!

You lamented over not having [Favorite Fictional Character Name] in your backgrounds anymore but you know what it was fineeeee-

You honestly couldn't tell if having his glitchy grinning face was an upgrade or cringe central.

Then he figured out how to absolutely lag out your computer at some point.

You seriously wanted to punch his monitor head from frustration because of it.

Especially when he had the nerve to laugh at your irritation-

This asshole-!

Now, he was absolutely blowing up your phone and devices with memes or just anything under the sun.

Not that messing with the notification settings would help-

Because somehow he'd figured out how to completely bypass those too.

If this was why that Alastor guy and Vox had a tiff you could practically relate.

Your phone just continued to buzz and vibrate on the table next to you.

Not that you could be fucked with it at the moment trying to cram a paper your professor assigned last BLOODY MINUTE!

That was of course until the Vox desktop companion grabbed the cursor and just didn't let you have it back.

As much as you tried, the darn thing only emoted angrily and refused to give you back the damn arrow.

Your eye twitched as you tried to maintain your cool, only to get up from the desk and scream obscenities to no one in particular.

The day had been a particularly bad one and you really just couldn't deal with Vox's bullshit right now.

"Helloooooo! HELLOOOOOOO?! Earth to (Y/N)! Pick up your fucking phone!!!"

Oh for the love of god he better not have changed your ringtone too-

You rubbed your face in an attempt to calm down before finally checking your phone.

Honestly you expected it to be something really stupid, but seeing what his messages were about made you feel slightly guilty for ignoring him the whole day.

Vox grew used to the routine you both had, so it was no surprise that your sudden inactivity drove his anxiety up the walls.

Poor guy thought of all the worst possible cases that could've happened to you-

He'd greet you in the morning and you would always reply afterwards while eating breakfast.

Save for the times you'd gotten sick or just felt under the weather.

After all, you had classes in the morning and he had broadcasts to air.

You also hated being tardy, similar to how he saw punctuality as something extremely important.

The two of you would intermittently chat within the day and tell each other if you had work to do so you both could leave each other alone for a designated time.

Vox often didn't adhere to this, but he'd always keep his distractions to a minimum if you asked.

Actually neither did you, sometimes you'd be the one spam sending him anything you could think of just to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Then you would wish him a good night's rest and he would eventually reply back with a silly gif or emoji that bode you the same.

He just grew used to it, the familiarity of your companionship in his monotonous day to day.

So whenever something fell apart in the routine you both had, Vox couldn't help but worry that something happened to you.

Whether you'd gotten sick or just anything worse-

It didn't sit well with him when you didn't reply to his morning message like you often did.

Constantly checking his phone for any updates from you to find nothing.

Zilch, none, zero.

The worrying feeling only grew as time ticked onwards.

Even at your busiest you would still shoot him a memo saying that you were.

Which only made this radio silence-

Haha see what I did there-

Worse than it really was.

So what did Vox do?

Absolutely blow up your phone and devices trying to get your attention.

Only when he realized you were doing something on your laptop did he let the desktop companion he made for you interfere.

Not that he even really understood what he'd stuck his hands into.

"What the hell even happened to you today? You didn't even reply to any of my fucking messages! I thought something happened to you!"

"Well SORRY I couldn't reply to your terminally online ass. I was busy dealing with my shitty assignment workload."

The TV overlord quickly picked up that you weren't in a pleasant mood.

The way you typed was just a dead giveaway.

Glancing up at his schedule, Vox notified his secretary to cancel a few of his meetings before he replied to you.

"Anything I can help you with? I'm free for a good few hours."

You were taken aback by his offer, every time Vox would help you he didn't even bother asking.

He just straight up started editing whatever you were working on no matter what you said.

Who was this guy and what did he do with Vox-

"You aren't trying to bullshit me are you? Cuz I'm not in the mood."

"I can tell dollface, let me guess- your shitty professor again?"

You ended up ranting about the abruptly given assignment and just a bunch of other things that slowly ruined your day.

Vox just agreed with you here and there, shooting one word replies or emojis to show he was still listening.

All the while he made the desktop companion let go of your cursor and he looked over your work.

Wow your writing was still absolutely shit-

"So now I've gotta submit this fucking paper before midnight or I'll get a 40% deduction."

"Don't worry about it, we can finish this in an hour. Anything else?"

It was an economics paper you were struggling on and this was Vox you were talking to.

You shouldn't have been surprised that he already knew his way around the topic.

You glanced up from your phone and already saw him editing your essay.

Why didn't you just ask him for help sooner??

"I think I can handle the rest. Thanks anyway, mind if I put on some music while I write?"

"As long as I get to pick some of the songs."

"Deal."

It shouldn't have done anything really.

You shouldn't be having this funny feeling in your gut.

A fuzzy warmth that bloomed because Vox was so quick to drop everything and help you.

Even if it was just something minor like your paper.

Still, you couldn't help but smile as you put on some relaxing tunes and typed away alongside your favorite digital companion.

Just like that, you both melted back into the usual cycle of talking and working.

A casual harmony that you were more than happy to just live in for the moment.

BONUS:

Both you and Vox were just casually chatting by the time his secretary called him away for the scheduled broadcast.

Of course, you wished you could see what he was actually doing but stopped before you could say so.

Instead you just wished Vox well in the broadcast.

"Of course doll, and you know me! I'll be just fine."

Well, his broadcast was going fine-

Until his screen suddenly glitched and randomly played a tune from your playlist.

Had he forgotten to unlink himself from your devices?

It took a few seconds for Vox to compose himself but his show thankfully went on without another hitch.

You on the other hand?

You were just having a personal concert in your room to unwind while waiting for Vox to come back.

So it came as a surprise when the song you played randomly paused and made the Bluetooth disconnect sound.

You didn't connect it to anything-?

Though your questions were eventually answered when Vox blew up your phone again.

This time you couldn't help but laugh.

You were friends with a demonic overlord sure-

But it was hard to fear him when he was such a doofus.

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[tyunni]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKISSES WITH ENHYPEN...

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a/n: i am sooo sorry, i have not been active at all. i had this in my drafts for literal weeks, and i just never posted it?? anyways, i hope you enjoy!! this turned out to be a bit longer than i expected, oops.

pairings: ot7 x reader. genre: fluff. wc: 1.9k. warnings: some parts of hyung line could be considered make out's??? but there is no suggestive stuff. if you find something I missed, let me know!

Lee Heeseung ┆ 이희승

Kisses with Heeseung always send shivers down your spine. It’s like every time you put your lips on his, they fit like puzzle pieces.

He shows his love for you through kisses. Always and I mean always super passionate, yet innocent. And when you pull away he smiles down at you, adoration filling his eyes at the sight of you smiling back up at him. He is love-struck!

Tends to pull you in so you can sit on his lap because he finds that position the most comfortable when it comes to kisses. Plus, he can wrap his arms around your waist, a win-win situation.

Adores it when you cup his face in your hands and pepper sweet kisses all over his face because he treasures the feeling of your lips on his skin, and the concentrated look on your face, the one that screams i'm gonna make sure to leave a kiss everywhere, makes him want to engulf you in the tightest hug ever!

He isn’t the shy type, in fact, he is the one making you shy with the way he never forgets to compliment you after each little peck he leaves on your lips. Calling you beautiful and telling you just how lucky he is to have you. He just finds these moments to be very convenient, especially since he’s so drunk on the feeling of your lips moving in sync with his. So he doesn’t stop calling you his pretty/handsome angel, even after you smack his chest and tell him to shut up.

He won’t… unless you shut him up with a kiss!

(other members under the cut!)

Park Jongseong ┆ 박종성

He doesn’t just like kisses, no. He loves them. He needs a goodbye, a hello, a good morning, a good evening, and a good afternoon kiss on a daily basis!

Can’t go a second without a kiss, i fear. He’s just a bit too addicted to the way you rest your arms around his shoulders as your face inches closer to his. It’s the anticipation that gets him going! A big tease, might i add.

If you were to ask him for a kiss, he would pull you in by snaking his hands around your neck and caressing your cheeks with his thumb, but just as he’s about to kiss you he quickly moves away and pretends he got a phone call, or something is burning in the kitchen. The look on your face is priceless because he knows his actions made your stomach fill with butterflies. He just likes to know and see that he has enough power to make you so flustered even without giving you what you desire.

Yet he gives in regardless because he’s a loser and now he wants a kiss too.

But if he were to ask you for a kiss, that’s a completely different story! Don’t you dare pull the thing he pulls on you, because he will squish your face in his hands and leave an aggressive smooch on your puckered lips.

Thanks you after every kiss. Because he’s always asking for one, so he’s being polite in return.

Sim Jaeyun ┆ 심재윤

Kisses with Jake are always playful. He’s just a playful guy overall, so having you in his arms while he presses kisses on your lips is the perfect opportunity to be even more playful.

Smiles between the kisses. The second your lips meet, he’s already suppressing a giggle. These sort of things just make him all smiley and giddy, he can’t help himself! Especially because you look so cute with his arms wrapped around your body. He will always somehow find a way to have you in his arms. You're leaning in to leave a peck on his lips, and the next thing you know he's squishing your body against his in a bear hug.

But definitely not before he leaves a quick peck on your cheek. He strikes me as the type of guy to love short, innocent kisses. I mean, he definitely has his moments, but they don't happen that often.

But when they do happen, he captures your lips with his own and refuses to pull away until the both of you feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. He thinks that you are just the cutest when you quickly pull away and try to catch your breath.

His personality shines through his kisses, honestly. The type to kiss the back of your hand, bow down and call you his majesty. A little silly, but still endearing. And it never fails to make you giggle.

This seems to be a very common theme… just being all giggly and smiley.

Jake loves the way it makes him feel tho. Every time he pulls you in for a hug he feels the need to plant a kiss on your lips, he can not control his urges. And when i say every time, I mean Every. Single. Time. So good luck with that!

Park Sunghoon ┆ 박성훈

He loves kisses. He may not admit it, but he loves them. Every time he looks down at your lips he just wants to lean in and kiss you. It’s an unhealthy addiction at this point, but he doesn’t mind!

Will melt into the kiss no matter what. He could be the angriest guy alive and the second you step into the room and give him a little smooch all of his worries disappear and his undivided attention is on you.

Needs a few seconds to process what happened, honestly. Like he just gets lost in the heavenly feeling and when he pulls away he just stares down at you in disbelief, as if you haven’t kissed a million times already. Breaks into a shy smile and leans in for another kiss, because once you start this game with him, yeah... It becomes a competition.

Guides your hands to the nape of his neck in the middle of the kiss, because he loves it when you play with the little hairs there. He gets goosebumps immediately and will melt into a puddle. You can feel him smile against your lips, and once you two stop your little smooching game he lets out a sigh of contentment and watches you laugh at his proud face.

He also likes kissing your neck. But sometimes he doesn't even kiss it. He just puts his head on your shoulder and his lips brush against your neck, it's super annoying 'cause it's ticklish so you have to push him away. And he just laughs at you.

Kim Sunoo ┆ 김선우

Kisses with Sunoo are always very sweet. Just so sweet, oh my god it’s insanity.

Your foreheads have to be pressed against each other or else it’s just not a Sunoo kiss. Holds your neck and pulls you in to rest his forehead against yours, then he captures your lips with his, pulls away and stares right into your eyes. And he smiles. And scrunches up his nose. How could you resist that? So you go in for another kiss, because he’s just too cute!

Knows that being cute gets him extra kisses, so he just tricks you into kissing him often. He knows that his pretty face is a weakness of yours… evil. Watches you lean in and then starts turning his face away from yours just to annoy you, so you’re gonna have to grab his cheeks to get him to stop. Which he loves.

He likes it when you hold his face in your hands, that action erupts butterflies in his stomach and the feeling of your warm hands on his cheeks makes him feel giddy, your face being inches away from his just makes it even better!

Master of stealing smooches, he’s sneaky. You could be making food, watching a movie, doing homework, or working, etc. he will find a way to kiss your forehead. If that doesn’t work, then he’ll settle on leaving a kiss on the top of your head. It’s like every time he walks past you he has to kiss you, whether it be on your lips, your cheeks, or your hands, doesn’t matter!

Yang Jungwon ┆ 양정원

Kisses with him don't happen that often, honestly. Well… not as often as he would like them to. Because he wants to kiss you, but he just doesn’t know how to. So it’s always you who initiates one.

At first, he was very hesitant, but he wanted to kiss you so bad it was becoming unbearable. Once you leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips he realized that it wasn’t as scary as he thought. And the more often you kissed him, the more he desired to experience it once more. It makes him feel at peace and calm.

When he comes back after a rough day, he secretly hopes that you notice and give him a kiss as a way to cheer him up. He just sits on the couch and pouts, sighs, then pouts again, until you notice. But he will never outright tell you he wants a kiss. No! Too embarrassing for him.

He loves it when you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him in, he'll immediately melt right then and there. Can't help but smile into the kiss, because every time your lips connect he gets reminded of how much he loves and appreciates you. He doesn't really know where to put his hands though, so he just puts them over yours and interlaces your fingers… or sometimes he simply stays as still a log. The 🧍 emoji embodied

The only kisses he himself initiates are nose kisses. He'll leave one before leaving to practice, or when it's a lazy morning and he woke up before you, he plants a quick kiss on your nose and watches your heavy eyelids lift up.

Nishimura Riki ┆ 西村力

Riki is the type to give soft and shy kisses. No matter how many times you two kiss, he will always get nervous!!!

Is so self-conscious about where his hand placement should be. He can not figure it out- everything feels too awkward. He usually settles for cupping your face in his hands.

He blushes when the kiss is over. Like his face is beet red, even if he was the one who initiated it with a smug look on his face (but trust me he’s a complete wreck). No matter how huge the smirk is, once you pull away it will always falter into a lopsided grin as his face gets progressively redder. But don't tease him about it tho, or he'll get super defensive.

Pulls you in by your waist, especially when he goes in for longer kisses. His lips are soft, it's like they mold against yours, it's just super sweet and makes your heart melt. And what makes it even cuter is that you could tell what he was planning to do by the way he was all jittery beforehand. He was fiddling with his fingers and stealing quick glances at your lips. Tends to pull you in closer or hug you when you try to pull away and take a look at his cute flushed face because he's too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

Rubs your noses together before/after the kiss if he feels extra confident and soft, because he's down bad.

Enjoys kisses more than he likes to admit so if you initiate one, he will never decline (except when he's teasing you). They just make him feel so special and loved, please kiss him a lot! 🙁

©tyunni please do not copy, translate or repost my work.

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[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hii, i loveee your writting so muchh i can’t get enough of it. If you’re not busy do you mind writting a fic of frank zhang x reader slow dancing together maybe to the song perfect by ed sheeran or can’t help falling in love with you by Elvis Presley

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Don't Step On My Foot, Zhang!

content: frank zhang x reader fic warning: mushy gushy softness author's note: barely counts as blurb but frank deserves a fic so imma call it a fic yall can die. i have been struggling so bad with writing legit cannot write anything except this. this came from me but also i hate it. and i hate everything and im dying send help im so done but also like im fine don't freak out but also at the same time...save me good lord save me. i need to get through my inbox and my drafts but also i can't???? but i need to- LORD HELP ME JESUS FUCKIGN CHRIST-

frank, over the years, had forgotten how to sit in domestic bliss. sure, he tried to remain as soft as he could, refusing to let life toughen and harden his roman skin. but, just sitting in the comfort wasn't something that came naturally to him. which is why he was grateful for you. somehow, through training your childhood away and two wars, you managed to keep the gentleness of a dandelion. you clung to it, seeing it as your saving grace. and, in turn, frank clung to you.

so, in the early mornings, when no one was ordering frank around and no one was trying to stab you, you'd force frank to stay in bed for just a while longer. truly, just a few minutes and then you'd let him get up. but every morning you did this, frank knew more was too come, more small breakings of his roman rules and his discomfort with just being still.

you two would get up slowly and softly, no urge to rush or run flowing through your blood. he'd pour the coffee and you'd start on breakfast, working like a well-oiled machine. then, as always, you'd shot a smirk over your shoulder to frank and turn the radio up. he'd pretend to roll his eyes and stomp his way over to you, but his smile betrayed him. you'd wrap your arms around him and he'd tangle up with you as well. and the pair of you were just sway. it didn't matter if it was a fast song or a slow song, you two were just doing it to hold the other.

"oh! my waffles!" you'd nearly scream at one point, scrambling out of frank's arms and diving desperately to save them. frank would laugh, a deep belly laugh that only you could ever pull from him, and you'd glare over at him as you just barely save your breakfast.

"don't laugh at me! it's your breakfast, too" you reply, his laughs contagious and making you lose all your venom. you shook a waffle on a fork at him and he'd just roll his eyes, reaching up and grabbing plates without needing to look. it felt like everything he did with you was second natural, like he'd been doing it with you for eons and centuries. for lifetimes and lifetimes. as he set the tables, you grabbed the maple syrup and slid it to the canadian, who proudly took it and just drowned his waffles.

"i don't even know why i bother cooking for you. i could just give you a plate of syrup and you'd be happy," you teased with a wrinkle of your nose and frank offered you a cheeky but soft smile.

"it adds to the experience."

"it so does not!"

music continued to softly float through the air, just background noise as you curled up in your chairs and talked, if you so pleased. some days the pair of you would be gossiping and yapping up a storm, catching up in the way only lovers can. other days were silent, the only noise being the clatter of metal utensils against ceramic dishes and the gentle nearly silently sound of you grasping the hand of your lover over the dinner table.

"and then - you're not gonna believe this, frank, really - lucy told flora that she was gonna date her boyfriend. how crazy is that? so, obviously, flora beat the shit out of her. like, it was bad. but like, i'd do the same," you yapped, pausing to shrug and take a drink from you coffee that was always perfect as frank had mastered your drink years ago.

"you'd do the same?" frank teased, looking up at your with a smirk, and you rolled your eyes, blushing despite yourself.

"duh! youre my man. can't have any girl's stealing you away from me," you teased back, tilting your head at him with a wrinkle of your nose.

"so possessive," taunted frank as he stood up, taking your plate and his and making his way to the sink, rinsing them and setting them out to dry.

"you find it endearing."

"yeah, i do," replied frank, glancing over his shoulder at you with a beaming smile. then the song changed and you were jumping up to your feet, grasping at frank's hands and he twirled you instantly without needing to be told. you giggled as he pulled you back into his arms, dancing the pair of you around the kitchen like you were at some large party when the only viewers were your nearly empty coffee cups and plants from jason.

"don't step on my feet, zhang," you teased, a moment to reminisce on your first night in your shared apartment, in which you asked frank to dance with you around your unfurnished place and he'd been so nervous he stepped on your toes.

"one time! i do it one time. am i ever gonna live it down?" frank groaned, shaking his head as he looked down at you with a playful smile.

"nope! never! this is gonna haunt you until the day we die," you teased, looking up at him with a wiggle of your eye brows.

"whatever. forever with you is worth some teasing about my bad dancing skills," frank muttered, his words getting jumbled as his need to kiss you took over.

that was like second nature too, kiss you. something natural and primal that he was sure even death couldn't strip him of.

#all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #frank zhang #frank zhang x reader #frank zhang x you #frank zhang x yn #heroes of olympus

[liz-stxrn]

Bad Day || M.S. x reader

a/n: ofccc bby !! i luv this ideaaaa !!

warnings: SMUT!, oral (m! receiving), deepthroating, gagging

i aint your ma so i cant tell u what u can and cant read soooo….

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

i woke up after a restless night, pulling my comforter off of my body, i stood up out of bed and walked over to the mirror. i looked terrible…

i sighed and went downstairs to make breakfast for myself as matt wasn’t home this morning.

i pulled a pan and ingredients out of my cabinets and began making pancakes, pouring the batter into the pan and flipping every so often. i realized i had to go to the bathroom. i walked to the bathroom and handled my business, then heard the smoke alarm going off.

great, just great!

I threw the burnt pancakes away and went back upstairs to get ready for work. i peeled my clothes off before stepping into the shower. i reached for my favorite shampoo then saw i was out. i sighed and finished my shower quickly as i was already running late.

i got dressed and went to work. my boss was nagging on me to finish my rough drafts, but i zoned out, all i heard was “blah blah blah”

my alarm went off, signaling it was time to clock out, and i rushed home to matt waiting for me. he immediately sensed i was upset and tried to get me to talk about it. i refused but ended up just spilling about everything that happened.

“im so sorry, ma, i wish i could make things better for you. trust me, if i could take that burden off your shoulders i would.” he spoke while rubbing my back and tracing shapes on it.

“you’re to good to me baby. i dont know where i would be without you.” i smiled.

“you know… i can think of a way to repay you.” i smirked while kneeling down to his waist level.

“is this okay?” i asked. he nodded fastly. i teasingly tugged at the zipper to his jeans, unbuttoning them slowly. i palmed him through his boxers before pulling his dick out, it sprang up to his happy trail before i took it in my hand.

i kitten-licked at his tip while jerking him slowly, moving my hand up and down. i then took him fully into my mouth

his veiny hands tangled into my hair, tugging lightly. i moaned at the tingling feeling, sending vibrations up his dick. he groaned loudly, pulling even harder at my hair. with that, i took him further into my mouth, deepthroating him, but he was so big, i couldnt help but gag.

the sensation of my throat clenching around him sent him groaning and whimpering above me. “fuckkk, pretty girl, im gonna cum!” he shouted before hot ropes of cum shot onto my tongue, down my throat,

i pulled off of him with a pop. sticking my tongue out, showing him his cum on my tongue, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“so pretty, did so good for me.” he said while closing my mouth, signaling to swallow.

he pulled me up from off my knees, giving me a kiss, before taking me to the couch. he pulled me into his arms as he turned on my favorite show. “i love you matt” i spoke softly

“i love you too, baby” he responded.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: lowk dk abt this buttt… anywaysss ! i luv yalll and tysm anon for the idea ! <3

a/n pt 2 : sooo… no head..?

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[goatcheesecak3]

Bus stop part 7

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x F!reader

Check masterlist for m!reader version! (If it's not up, send me an ask to remind me!! I always forget to post them lmao)

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Summary: just a little glimpse into life living with Adam

Y/n and Adam had been living together for about a month now, and despite the stress of the move, life couldn't be better. The pair now resided in a cosy apartment in a clean, safe, and friendly part of the city. The rent was a little higher than their old places, but with rent being split between the two of them, it was manageable. The walls were covered in an array of posters, artwork (some thrifted, some painted by Adam), and of course, plenty of framed photographs that Adam had taken. While putting up these pictures Adam had remarked over and over again that this made it feel like a "real home." In his childhood home, family portraits were pretty much unheard of, so it was a non negotiable that a picture of Adam, y/n and their new family member- a black cat named Frank- took pride of place on the small mantle in the living room.

Days in this new home would often start with the smell of coffee and toast, but on weekends y/n would sometimes spoil Adam with pancakes and crispy bacon drenched in syrup. This was the case on a particular lazy Saturday morning.

"Adammmmm" y/n whispered from the doorway to the bedroom.

The sleeping Adam responded with a grunt, and a mumbled "five more minutes," before pulling the covers over his head"

"Fine, I guess I'll just have to give all your pancakes to Frank"

That got his attention.

As if he were a sleeper cell, only activated by the word "pancakes" Adam shot out of bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

He looked ever so cute in black boxers and a baggy band tshirt, his hair elegantly tousled and his sharp nose twitching at the smell of breakfast.

"Come on, sweetpea," y/n smiled lovingly, holding out a hand for him to take.

Adam took more than a hand, opting instead to hug y/n's waist and lean his tired head on her shoulder.

"You are literally my dream woman" he mumbled, and y/n could hear the smile in his voice.

"If I'd known pancakes were gonna illicit a response like that, I would have made them the first day I met you" y/n chuckled, hugging Adam back and kissing his cheek.

The pair made their way to the beat up sofa in the front room. It was the same one from Adam's old apartment, the same one they'd shared their first kiss on. It was falling apart and needed patching up on a regular basis, but it was too special to throw out. Curled up on the sofa, drinking hot coffee and inhaling their pancakes at lightning speed, Adam and y/n (and Frank the cat) channel surfed all morning. It was a perfectly uneventful day, and after all the chaos that Adam had been through, it was moments like this, the beauty and joy in pure monotony, that just solidified to him how perfect life could really be.

A/n sorry this took so long! I sorta lost my creative spark over the last few weeks due to some mental health issues, but I'm starting to feel like myself again, so hopefully more fics will be out soon! I've got a bunch in the drafts that I've been working on :^)) I know this was short but I hope you enjoyed!

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[its-time-to-write]

ch. 5 - hustling for the good life

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your boots beneath my bed

You, on the other hand, had done your proper research. Watched his highlights on Lust Conquers All and everything. You want to know what exactly your stupid brain is doing, thinking someone like that is cute or (retch) boyfriend material but who gives a shit because you’re probably not going to see him again. 

You’re out of the hotel and in some tiny little cottage just outside of London. No paps, no PR agents or what-fucking-ever, just you, Natalie, and loads of fresh air. She finds you in the yard one morning, plucking a tune on a guitar and humming.

“That’s new,” she grins. “Gonna have a new single out soon?”

You raise a shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe. Might just keep this one to myself.”

Natalie says hmm then turns on her heel to go back inside. 

“Oh,” she says after a few steps, “you should at least send it to him. He might like it.”

“It’s not about anyone!” you call after her rapidly retreating figure. 

“Sure!” she yells back. You flip her off and she says, “I saw that!”

—

Natalie’s booked some coffee shop concert for you, so you’re a little preoccupied with sound checks and meeting your temp band and promising to drink a latte as soon as you’re done singing because fuck sleeping.

It’s sold out which isn’t hard because the place is small, but it’s fun to sit on a stool and sing into a small microphone and be able to talk and joke like you’re the small-town artist you began as.

The crowd goes crazy when you strum the first few notes of Mango, as they sing along to the whole thing. You finish the set and begin thank everyone for coming when you see an oddly familiar face in the very back of the room. You’re not even sure how you caught it because again, it’s crowded, but there it is. He’s with some other people who you’re pretty sure are part of AFC Richmond, but you don’t care about that now.

You pause in the middle of your goodbye and say, “You know what, I’m actually going to play one more song. It’s a rough draft right now, so be nice to me. The working title is Poolside, and you guys are the first to hear it.”

You begin to pluck the repeating melody that’s been playing on repeat in your brain and start the first verse.

I know it’s a bad idea

And I can’t have you anyway

But you’re like a tiny bit of sunshine

I can’t seem to chase away

It’s terrifying and vulnerable in a way you’ve never been before. You’ve played songs for boys before, but never like this. 

You were in a hotel room with Austin one night after one of his movie premiers and just giggling about how stupid it all was. 

“I already have our breakup song,” you’d said, hopping down from the table. “Wanna hear it?”

Austin thought that was hilarious so he said, “Obviously,” so you grabbed your guitar from your room and strapped it on. 

“Alright,” you said while strumming a bouncy tune, “this one’s a little more line-dancey than my usuals. So.”

Austin had tapped his foot while you sang, “A long time ago/in a land not so far away/we met in a bar/and you fucking said ‘hey.’”

It was silly as you both bounced around the room singing about your impending split. Neither of you cared because it wasn’t real, and you had recorded him singing a harmony on your phone. 

You snuck it into the actual track months later, too faint for anyone to actually notice. 

But that was the closest you’d ever been to directly singing someone their song. It was different with Mango because it wasn’t romantic. 

And now it’s different with Jamie, because you’re singing about how dumb it is that you keep thinking about him asking if you were ok at that dumb fucking party. 

You end the song to thunderous applause, and you’re pretty sure bootlegs are going to end up on YouTube within the hour. You don’t care. All you can think of is slipping to the back of the café to claim that latte then sneaking out the back. 

“Nice one, girl,” Natalie remarks as she hands you a cup. “The label’s gonna love that.”

You smile. “They don’t care. I make them too much money for them to care.”

She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to speak but just stops. 

“Hello? Earth to Nat?” you say, waving a hand in front of her face. 

“Hey,” says a voice from behind.

You spin around. It’s Jamie. 

And god, he looks fucking fit in trackies, Gucci slides, and a neon orange shirt. 

You can feel Natalie sneaking away behind you, and for once, you’re glad to be alone. 

“Hey,” you reply. “How’d you get in here?”

Jamie smiles. “Keeley. She can talk her way into anything.”

You nod, still holding your latte. “Well, usually we have a strict policy about fans who try to come talk to me unannounced, but I guess for you, I’ll let it slide.”

Oh god, are you fucking flirting?

Jamie smirks. “Babe, I ain’t any old fan. Probably number one.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Uh huh. Right. And when did you decide you could call me babe?”

Jamie takes a step closer. “Right about the time Keeley convinced me to ask you out.”

You almost drop your coffee. 

All you can say is a weak, “Oh.”

“She would love to,” Natalie pipes up from behind a stack of coffee beans. “I’ll get you her number and you can set it up.”

Jamie’s looking at you expectantly, and you suppose he probably wants your consent, not just Natalie’s. 

You nod and say, “Sure,” with the same lack of conviction the oh held. Jamie’s expression ripples for a moment, but then he’s grinning and saying “Mint,” before saluting Natalie and exiting the way he came. 

“What the fuck, Natalie,” you say. Your bones feel like jelly. “I can’t go out with him.”

“Yes you can,” she tells you. “And you are. It’s settled.”

Oh fuck. 

—

He texts you the next morning.

hey it’s Jamie :)

I can’t be seen with you, you write back before you chicken out. The press would have a field day. I’m not looking for something public, so if you’re only in this to gain popularity, you’re out of luck. 

It’s a little harsh, but you’re going to be open about this.

no worries, he says. paps r fuckgn annoying. we can do smthg small. 

Turns out something small means sneaking into a restaurant where Jamie’s been going for ages. It has a small room in the back with windows you can see out of, but no one can see in.

“John’s been getting me back here for ages,” he says. “Haven’t had an issue with the press yet.”

It’s all so normal, the way he pulls out your chair and tells you what he likes to order. The way he’s making you laugh and asking you questions about your life, not the ones about your music, but the kind that are actually about you. 

The server comes around with a bottle, and asks, “Wine?”

Jamie looks to you and you shake your head, barely suppressing a grimace.

“All good here, mate,” he says.

“Not a drinker?” he asks once the man is gone. 

You hesitate. You’re about to cross into point-of-no-return territory. 

“I- I don’t know, I can’t really smell it without thinking of my family. They’re all…”

Jamie nods. “I get it. Like me dad. Prick’ll be sober when he’s dead.”

“Yeah,” you say slowly. “Yeah, never had a family event without someone fighting. My mom’s the first one to get out, because she’s the youngest. She saw all that shit and decided it wasn’t for her. She went away to college, met my dad, and never looked back. Course, my uncles started showing up once I got famous. And my aunt, too. She’s probably the worst of all of them. She actually broke into my first apartment asking for money. She smashed a bottle and cut up my face pretty bad… I was nineteen and still trying to figure out my music career and stuff. I still have a scar on eyebrow from it. But, I wasn’t so famous that it ended up on the internet, so…”

You trail off again. Jamie’s looking at you all thoughtful. You’re not sure when he started holding your hand across the table, but there it is. It’s warm and calloused, and he doesn’t seem to care that yours is sweaty.

“My dad’s the same way,” he says softly. “Showed up a month back at a match. Fucking prick. But… can’t seem to cut him off, y’know? He’s fuckin’… family or some shit.”

“Hah,” you say, “That’s what Margarita’s about.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment. “Thought it was about how you really fucking liked limes,” he says finally.

That gets a laugh from you. “I do actually really fucking like limes. But enough about me. How’d you get into football?”

By the end of the night, you’re properly smitten. This boy knows how to flirt, knows all the right compliments and ways to brush his hand against yours or brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. 

This is bad, you think as his lips touch yours. This is very, very bad.

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[michwritesstuff]

Respect Your Elders Part I (Top Gun: Maverick: Robert Floyd)

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for months and only half-finished. So i got this part done for you all and i’m looking forward to writing the rest :)

summary: female reader (she/her) x Robert “Bob” Floyd When a special mission calls for the return of several world-class aviators, the Hard Deck serves as a battleground between young and old, as Top Gun students, both new and graduated, compete to see who truly is the best! Just some good-old drinking games and competition can lead to things no one would ever expect.

notes/warnings: age-gap, mentions of alcohol consumption

word count: 1.5k

Part II

When you found out that you were selected to attend Top Gun you couldn’t be more ecstatic. While you had graduated from the Naval Academy at the top of your class, this was a completely different honor.

You were about to be training and instructed alongside some of the greatest aviators the Navy has ever had. This fact alone was enough to send you into a spiral, but nothing—nothing could compare to the thirteen weeks you would spend in Fightertown, USA.

Sure, you were focused and dedicated to your assignment, but was it so wrong to be looking forward to a few months on the California coast while in the best shape of your life with some of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen?

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Weeks had gone buy since you had first arrived at North Island, training more tiresome and grueling than ever. For a strange reason unknown to all of you, your training had been extended for an additional three weeks with a three week break in the middle.

 Rumors were they were bringing in a special task force that required your time and air space. Whether this was true or not had yet to be determined. But one thing that you could guarantee was that you would love the late nights at the Hard Deck without the regret of a hangover while waking up at 5a.m. for morning training.

Pulling into the gravel lot you began to feel the buzz of the Hard Deck as the evening crowd had begun to pile in. As you walked into the crowded bar you couldn’t help but feel that there were more people here than usual.

“Hey Penny!” you called as you approached the bar.

“Hi Y/N, what can I get you sweetheart?” she replied sweetly.

“Just the usual.”

You let your eyes wander around you as you stood still, leaning against the bar. You couldn’t help but notice a group of men in the corner by the darts. While they had their service khakis on you couldn’t quite place their faces. As you continued watching you slightly laughed to yourself as the one guy covered his friends eyes who yet managed to hit three dead-on bullseyes in a row. As they turned around you examined their faces, they seemed older, not by much but enough that their features had hardened. They certainly were easy on the eyes, you wouldn’t mind staring for a little longer.

Your attention was pulled away as Penny placed a simple vodka soda in front of you, her usual look of disgust evident. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her response, already familiar with her thoughts on your drink of choice.

“Haha what? I can get drunk and stay hydrated at the same time!” you argued.

“That’s disgusting—and also not how that works. I rather you take shots of vodka than sip on that like a psychopath” she laughed.

You just grinned at her before your attention was drawn to a new group of aviators walking by, again—no one that you knew.

“Pen—”

“Special mission or something,” she replied before you could even finish forming your question.

You nodded understandingly before grabbing your glass and starting to stand taller compared to your previous position of leaning on the bar top.

“Well I’m gonna see if I can find some of my people, I’ll catch you later Pen.”

She gave you a small wave before returning her attention to the many people who you had failed to notice occupied the space around you at the bar.

 Walking past the bar to the pool table you were relieved to see a few of your friends and the rest of your classmates.

A chorus of “y/c/s” eased your nerves as you began to feel more at home.

You weren’t necessarily an introvert, you just appreciated having people you knew around. Not to say that you couldn’t talk up any stranger placed in front of you, because you certainly could--maybe just not tonight…maybe.

“Y/N, finally! I was getting ready to call you” your friend Vanessa called, or as she went by Aries.

“Yeah hey Aries, got caught up at home for a second. Do you happen to know anything about this special mission?” you asked after embracing her in a hug.

“Not really, but I do know that I do not mind the sight” she trailed off, subtly waving at the pair by the darts you saw earlier.

All of a sudden you were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head around to see Natasha Trace, call sign Phoenix.

Your first time meeting Phoenix was after you graduated the Academy, you had been stationed with her overseas. She was like the older sister you never had, with years of experience ahead of you she always encouraged you to go after what you wanted.

“Oh my god, Trace? It’s been years what the fuck! How are you?” you exclaimed, barreling into her for a hug.

“I’m good Y/C/S, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, thought you already went through Top Gun.”

The realization dawned upon Phoenix, being called to Top Gun was a major goal in your career that you had been working towards.

“No shit, I’m so proud of you,” she responded.

“Haha Thanks! But what about you, special mission huh?”

She gave you a confused look.

“You know people talk,” you clarified.

“Right…uhm yeah. They called back a few of us for training.”

As if on cue, the pair that you and Aries had been eyeing walked up to the group.

“Going to introduce us to your friends Phoenix?” The blonde spoke up, eyeing you up and down in the process.

You didn’t shy away from his lingering eyes; you liked a challenge.

“Guys, this is Y/N Y/L/N, also known as Y/C/S. Y/N this is Coyote and Bagman.”

“Hangman,” he was quick to correct.

Aries walked over, amused by the attention of the older pilots.

“Hangman, this is Aries,” you introduced.

“Aries,” he greeted, a warm smile gracing his lips as he took in the way her uniform hugged her body in all the right places.

Goodness, you could cut the sexual tension between the two of them with a knife.

Phoenix grabbed your arm and began to drag you towards the bar,

“C’mon let’s leave them be, there’s some friends I want you to meet.”

You turned back to look at Aries, smiling to yourself as she bent over the pool table slightly, giving Hangman and Coyote a view they wouldn’t want to miss before sharing a knowing look with one another.

Aries had quickly looked in your direction for approval to which you just gave her a thumbs up. She was going to have a fun night.

Phoenix pulled you up to the bar where it seemed more pilots had entered since you were last there a few minutes ago.

“Hey boys,” she called out.

A group of men turned their heads in your direction. You recognized a few from various pictures on Nat’s instagram, Garcia and Fitch, and of course Bradshaw. There was also another aviator that you hadn’t seen before.  He wore dated glasses, could’ve been straight from the 1980s. Despite that, he was cute. They were all attractive, but he caught your attention the most.

“Wow, Y/L/N? No shit, what are you doing here?” Bradshaw laughed, pulling you into a big hug as you approached the group.

“What do you think old man?” you laughed as you pulled away, silently greeting the rest of the group with a witty smile and slight head nod.

“Hmmh these new rookies got some spirit” Fitch laughed, the rest of the group nodding in amused agreement, including Mr.Glasses.

“And you are?” you asked him? Your direct nature often came off as a tad bit abrasive. He looked a little flustered before adjusting the frame of his glasses and extending a hand out towards you.

“Lt. Robert Floyd ma’am, but you can call me Bob.”

“Lt. Floyd” you repeated back to him, a blush covering the both of your cheeks as your hands pulled apart.

“Well, Aries and I planned on making a drinking game out of darts, you guys wanna join? Well that if you elderly can hang, it’s getting kind of close to your bedtime isn’t it Grandpa Rooster,” you teased.

The group followed you over to where Aries was already leaning on the edge of the bar by the darts with Hangman and Coyote, Hangman’s arm wrapped loosely around her waist as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, earning a giggle before she lightly shoved at his chest.

“There you areeee” Aries dragged out, slightly stumbling over to you.

“Did you drink without me” you teased, the answer was obvious, but you and Aries always messed around.

“I would never,” she giggled, falling back into Hangman’s grasp as he gave a confident smile to his teammates who had joined the group.

“Alright then, Penny, a round of tequila please!” you exclaimed.

Penny lined the shots on the bar, everyone grabbing a glass and cheering to each other while trying to keep all the liquor in the small glasses.

 You raised your glass to Bob, giving him a warm smile as you shot your drink back. Bob followed, taking his shot without the aid of salt and limes, giving you a wink and a toothy grin as he set his glass down.

You could already tell that this was going to be a long night.

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[doodle-pops]

Slow Hands

Maedhros x reader

Request: Hiiiii! (You're my fav Tumblr btw, this is my first ask I'm so nervous!!!) Please don't take anything from here offensivelyyyy! So I was going through your blog, and you know based on this ask, I found it rather interesting, and so I was hoping for you to write something based off on this? But personally speaking from House of Feanor, if not (completely your choice), then House of Finwe. Omg, Thanks so much, Love you and your blog! Good day!!!!

A/N: Next time, please state a character of choice. I was gonna make this a lot more angsty that I planned, but I was more in the mood for comfort.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, reader being a domestic abuse survivor

Words: 2k

Synopsis: A burst of anger leave both you and Maedhros in a quake of trepidation, cautious about your next move.

It was more than a week since you last saw his face. His perfect dimpled smile and pearly whites gleaming at you in contentment while his fiery ginger curls would swoop down to tickle your face as he leaned in for a kiss to start your day. No “Good morning, my love” or “How’s my sweet darling fairing on such a lovely day?” during your first meetings. His voice lingered in your mind for hours, for days, for a week and tormented you to think about it. You still craved his presence, you yearned for his silent smile or his gentle stormy eyes on you. They held so much affection, he still couldn’t believe he was capable of capturing.

Your bed was cold, not even all the lumber supply could maintain a fire hot enough to bring warmth. Anor could shine for days if it wanted to and not a single ray of sunlight would brighten your cloudy atmosphere looming overhead. The moment your fëa went cold, every crevice and crack did not escape your sullen mood. It was as if all life had been sucked out and there was no chance at anything encompassing. You felt like you were the anti-life.

To say it was your fault was not the route you should be taking to assessing the situation, but you assumed you had grown out of it and healed many years ago when all ties were severed. For the first time, his displeasure reenacted your fear from the constant abuse you once faced. A simple raise of his voice and the abrupt swivelling around to rake a hand through his hair prompted your body to jolt as though you were ducking an object being launched at your head. Your mind still replayed the images of his confusion and hurt at your response. You knew what his sorrowful eyes meant when they froze on your deer-like figure.

“You believe that I would harm you?”

To reach out and let him comfort you, reassure him that it was a reflex from trauma and not believing he was an evident failure. You could see how he stared at his hand and stump in disgust; memories of what he saw during his time in Angband flashed across and urged him to recoil entirely from you. If he saw those images of himself, then indeed you did as well. What would you consider him, an orc? Perhaps he was and never saw that image until now when you looked at him with trepidation.

How long would you wait? How long could you wait? You knew he wasn’t coming to see you, he was focused on distracting or hating himself. Did you have the strength to surpass the rod that aggravated your anxiety and pushed more horrifying images of him truly harming you or would you accept defeat?

Standing before his study, the guards outside had already informed you of his presence and all that was left to do was enter. Knocking was a no-go.

One hand was gripping your outer robes and tugging at the seams, the other was vibrating on the handle. Any moment and the door would begin rattling off the hinges. The drafts in the corridor weren’t helping your nerves, only pushing for goosebumps and shivers to ache your body, sending you into further agony. Sliding your eyes to the right and then left to notice if the guards saw anything, their heads remained ahead. You breathed a sigh of relief. The world was shifting and making you nauseous as if everything was against this one act.

The voice of reason picked at you endlessly to soothe your body and settle thoughts of assurance. “He said he would never hurt you and he would not. It was unintentional. Reason with him.”

Heaving, the handle was twisted, and your body inelegantly slipped through the opening and stood before the quickly shut door with hands fisting your robes. A beam of sweat rolled down your temple as you saw him. He was faring a lot worse than you could imagine. One might believe he was the victim of domestic violence—of course, you knew that he had his suffering similarly to yours.

His study was a hurricane, and at the centre sat him with a melancholy expression. His disposition reminded you of the stories of his early years after captivity. Your natural urge was to rush over and chastise him, but there was hesitation in your motion. You weren’t sure if he noticed you from his hunch and eyes on the horizon, but you saw a slight huffing when he dipped his head downwards before returning to the horizon.

“...Maedhros?” you timidly called out to him.

At his name, his body seized. The hands on the armrest instantaneously increased pressure in their grip; any moment now, they would crack under the tension. Though, the tension in the room was thicker than what the chair suffered. Yet still, he did not turn to greet you, only dropping his head to bite his quivering lip.

“Maedhros, it’s me, Y/N. I’ve...come to talk...” your words shook slightly at the consciousness of taking the upper hand. This was usually his line of action.

“Why....why would you still wish to talk to an orc like me?” his voice sounded like gravel scraping under a boot. His posture shifted from hunched to slouched, the last display of mannerisms you’d expected from the head of his household. The same person who chastised his brothers for their behaviour.

Shifting on your feet and blinking a few times, you gulped. You expected difficulty, but expecting and experiencing were always different. “You’re not an orc, Maedhros. I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry for flinching and worsening the situation,” you explained.

“Apologise?” He turned his head to finally meet you. What you saw was just as imagined; his eyes hallowed and darkened, lips scaled and face slightly gaunt. “You shouldn’t be apologising, I should...it was my fault for breaking your trust and making you feel unsafe...” His lis lips sneered in disgust as his eyes dropped momentarily to glance at his hands.

Denying his claims, you took the courage to step forward as more light was shed on the issue. You now stood before the desk, still five feet away. “No, it’s not your fault. It’s...I-...It’s mine. I overreacted.”

“You didn’t overreact Y/N, you acted as anyone would...and I’m sorry for making you feel this way. You no longer have to stay with me if I cause you distressing harm," he painfully clarified. His knuckles were turning white from the agony he had caused for himself. How was he supposed to continue living without you when your love turned into hate?

“Mae,” you called softer with fiddling fingers, “I know you would never harm me, but it was just my body doing a natural r-reaction. That’s all.” There were tears welling in the corners of your eyes the longer you explained yourself. Your throat was closing in.

He hated how you blamed yourself when the obvious enemy was him, but your words placed an arrow in his track. Yes, sometimes it was natural for someone to flinch if they were about to be struck, but you weren't nor were you about to be. Even if it was a spooked reaction, never in the manner you did. It wasn’t defence or flight mode, but rather a genuine dread. He saw this and he knew there was a trigger behind it all. Overreacting was never a justification for what you displayed.

“Y/N, is there something you wish to tell me? Is there something you aren’t telling me that resulted in your...response?” He wanted to remove himself from his chair, but that would be the worst mistake of his life following his question. Instead, he chose to remain seated and attempt to soften his gaze as he patiently awaited your reply.

“My...” your voice felt heavy and drenched as you spoke across the depleting tension, “...oh Mae. It’s...It’s hard to bring up. I’m...I-...so sorry.”

It slipped your mind how observant he was. Nothing ever missed his sight. You knew he would not be pleased with your response, undoubtedly, he already knew it but wanted the assurance. Nibbling on your top lip, you dropped your eyes to the floor and stepped backwards to plop down on the sofa. Your hands fell limp at your sides before you cupped them to your chest and held your heart.

As your body shook, you missed the sound of the chair being scraped against the carpet and the presence of a towering figure above you, crouching to your level. Maedhros sat on his hunches while you cried and cursed himself and your past lover for the reason why he couldn’t hold you as he now wished to. All he could do was watch as your trauma unfolded before his eyes and shed tears of his own. His heart clenched and bled rivers of tears for you. To cradle you like the most valuable creation in the world was his longing desire for more than a week, and he still could not.

“Ěrěmelda, please do not blame yourself. You are not to blame; you are not at fault. If anyone is to blame, it is that vile and disgusting person who did this to you,” he consoled. His eyes lift to stare at your hidden face behind your hands. Fighting the urge to reach out, wanting nothing more than to respect your privacy, he still needed you to see that he was no longer a threat and that he was here for you. 

His left hand cautiously inched forward and reached for your arm; he fell you froze making him freeze. Not pushing him away, he gently pried each of your hands away from your tear-stained face and cupped them in his hand. Using his amputee, he made the decision to swipe your tears off your cheeks and around your eyes. The action felt foreign to him. All the while, he remained diligently at work, tidying up your face like you do with him. When he was complete, he pulled back and offered an apologetic smile.

“Please do not blame yourself, you were mistreated and still the signs are present. Because I was not aware, I triggered this. I am sorry, I will watch my anger from now on,” he apologised, bowing his head and humbly submitting himself.

You watched his actions as though it was a scene from a fairy tale or some romantic novel where the male is always perfect in every way for his lover. The surrealism was perplexing. The last image you could ever conjure was a Feanorian humbling their pride and apologising genuinely. Your subconscious joked claiming that something had possessed his body.

Smiling at the thought, you called out to him with light in your voice. “I think it is I who should be apologising for not telling that important information. This could have been avoided if only I had.”

“I believe, we were both in the wrong and apology accepted. Please, do not wallow in guilt as I assure you, it shall never happen again,” his voice fell for a quick moment before perking up again, “what can I do to make it up to you?”

Feeling the corners of your lips tugging, your eyes dropped to his hands and then back to his face. “I’ve missed you these few days gone by, will you join me for dinner, followed by a bath and a nap together? I miss you holding me.”

The glow of a thousand radiated from within and burst through his chest. The last thing he assumed was that you would still request more time and space. “If it makes you feel better, then I would be most honoured, my dear.”

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[just-my-type-x]

Curly Heads and Caffe Lattes

A little something from me to u bc i had this idea rotting in my drafts for months now. Hope u enjoy it ♥️

Smut, mentions of alcohol

I walk inside the coffee shop and take in the comfy vibe of the dim lit room, with several tables and chairs for upcoming visitors. I sigh in relief when I see the coffee shop almost empty, the early morning not being suitable for everyone.

I order my coffee and I sit at a table close to the window, with a cozy view of the neighbourhood, and I take out my laptop to start working on my project. Deep inside my thoughts and several opened files on my computer, my attention is captured when a man starts swearing and the sound of spilled coffee makes me check my own table to see if my cup is still intact. I sigh in relief and check the incident out.

The curly headed man shakes his hands in a manner to get all the liquid off, while checking out his jeans and the bottom of his white shirt, while the barista is trying desperately to clean the counter and the cashier's machine. The barista mumbles a lot of sorry's, but the curly head keeps on assuring him everything is fine. He picks up his new coffee while he's looking around for a pack of napkins. I look on my table to check if there's any on mine and I pick it up, waving it towards him.

"Here. You look like you need it", I smile and he approaches me, smiling back.

"Thank you, tho it won't help me much.", he chuckles as he presses the napkins onto the fabric of his jeans.

"I heard cold water might help, tho I'm not sure your shirt is going to survive the coffee attack"

He laughs out loud and I smile, his laughter being way cuter than I expected. I take a sip of my drink to hold back the huge smile on my face.

"I'd probably give it to my mom. She handles everything, especially clothing emergencies. They're her favourite.", I chuckle at his confession and I nod.

"Same, whenever I need anything, I call for help. I send an SOS emoji and she sends me a full on screenshot of her notes. They're even sorted, stained clothes, salty food, headaches. Those are the problems and each has a solving.", I laugh and he joins me, which makes my cheeks burn.

"She sounds exactly like my mom.", he throws one last tissue in the bin close to our table. "I'm Brad.", he extends his arm towards me and I shake it happily.

"Y/N, nice to meet you."

"Likewise. So, what are you doing here? Actually no, let me try to figure you out on my own.", he narrows his look and studies me, looking me up and down. I turn my head away, smiling, unable to hold his eye contact anymore.

"Be my guest"

"You seem pretty basic", he says as he sits more comfortable in the chair right in front of me, leaning back.

"I beg your pardon", i blink a few times to see if i understood his stereotyping correctly.

"You look like the type of girl who wouldn't trade her caramel macchiato for anything in this world. You might've gotten the ham and mozzarella croissant as well, got it a little bit heated in the oven.", he checks our surroundings. "You got your laptop right there, you're probably behind with a uni project. The fact that you had time to put make up on shows you're not stressed about the deadline, because you know you're gonna nail the subject and you can touch all the topics in a short amount of time." Brad scans my face for any more clues, but i relax and let my frown disappear, switching to a mischievous grin on my face.

Brad smirks and takes a sip of his latte, pointing at me. "It's not that hard to read you. I've seen you around lately, which leads me to adding that you're here from another country, based on your accent. And", he raises his finger one more time, drawing a circle up in the air, "this is a café where the same 20 people from the neighbourhood come every day. I've only seen you in here since, I'd say... October? That's Uni schedule"

He intertwines his fingers together on the table and straighten his back, waiting for my approval, his smirk never leaving his face, which makes his dimples pop out. I smile and shake my head, leaning forward on the table, sitting just the way he does. We both look like we're about to spill some call-the-police worthy secrets.

"Trying to read me was pretty hot, I'm not gonna lie.", i lean back down on my chair. "Too bad you're too far off the map, Bradley.", i take a sip of my coffee and smirk at his confusion.

"Oh, really? Then tell me where I'm wrong. Is it the coffee? Is it a pumpkin spice?", we both laugh and i take off the plastic cap. "And why didn't you say you know me?"

"Nope. It's an unsweetened latte, actually i don't even know what's it called, it's 2 shots of espresso and some milk", i pause as we chuckle at my dumb self, who all of a sudden started looking inside the cup. "And it's nicer to have a normal and actual conversation with you, other than spoiling that I might know you. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.", I take a sip from my cup.

"Are you a coffee fortune teller now?", he laughs and i hit his arm playfully.

"Yes, it says I'm gonna beat your ass up"

"Please don't, i need my face next week for our concert. And I really appreciate it, but it's fine, don't worry. Now, tell me, what else was wrong?", he intertwines his fingers on the table, waiting for my answers.

"I am working on a project, but not for Uni, it's for an agency. I'm way ahead of my Uni duty, thank you for underestimating me tho.", i tap him on the arm and sarcastically thank him, which makes us both laugh.

I turn off my laptop and put it inside my bag, carrying on with my conversation with Brad. We talk about how I moved to Birmingham for school and work opportunities and he listens carefully to everything I tell him that happened leading up to this moment. We order another set of coffees and I pick them up carefully, not like he did earlier. He talk about touring, his bar and songwriting.

"Oh, I wanna go to your parents' bar so badly. I didn't have enough free time to get there yet", I lay my hands on top of the table like I've just made a huge realisation. His eyes widen.

"You've been here for two months, y/n, stop overworking yourself. Tonight we're going out. How does that sound?", Brad smiles proudly and picks up his phone to check the time. It's 12, how does 6PM sound?"

"Uhhh I think it's ok?", I stutter but nod, smiling. "You don't have to do this, Brad. It's fine."

"It would be my pleasure. Plus, you saved my pants.", we laugh at his statement.

"That's a way of thanking me", I chuckle and we carry on with our coffees.

Hours pass and Brad and I pull up to the back entrance of the bar and he holds the door for me.

We get a table and he instructs the waiter to bring us their specialties, which I don't say no to. We munch on a few almonds and chips and we drink a little bit of everything, while talking about our lives and getting to know each other better. Later into the night, the music and the idea of dancing the night away is becoming more and more appealing to the both of us. As if he read my mind, Brad takes me by the hand and I follow him into a back room full of supplies, where the music is still loud enough to be heard by us. We end up dancing around, stumbling upon boxes of liquor and kicking down bags of all sorts of nuts.

"I'm a sure victim tonight if we break anything", he laughs as he picks up a bag off the floor.

"If anybody asks, I've never met you", I raise my hands in defence and I jump on a free table, sitting on it. I let out a yawn. Brad looks in my direction and approaches me, the same action of eyeing me up and down present. I smile and bite my lip, looking away from him, the alcohol and the entire day adding up to my growing frustration.

Brad touches my face gently and turns my face towards his, so I could look him in the eyes, but my eyes drop on his lips. I try to look up, but I find myself looking back at his lips. He licks his lips and I feel my body warming up. As if he knew, both his hands cupped my face, forcing me to look at him.

"Wanna go out of here?", he asks, looking back and forth from my lips to my eyes.

"We live far from here", my voice comes out shaky, my breath heavy. I let out a muffled moan as he crashes his lips on mine and uses his hands to push my legs apart so he would fit between my legs, closing the distance between us. I part my lips, allowing his tongue to take full control over me and my feels. I grab him by the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me, my free hand travelling down his torso.

"Fuck", he whispers, kissing abd biting my jaw. His hands grab me by my hips and squeeze with force, making me gasp in slight pain. Brad moves his hands higher, grabbing the hem of my blouse and hiding his hands under it, rubbing the exposed skin. I do the same, but i pull his sweater up, until he takes it off by himself. He allows me to trace his torso with my finger, while my eyes expect his chest and abdomen.

"That's too much staring, love, i don't have the patience for that", he smirks and i bite my lip, pulling him back into a kiss. He takes off my top and kisses my breasts, pushing me to get lower on the table so he could have full access to my jeans. "May i?", he looks at me with a raised eyebrow and i nod. He kisses under my belly button and i chuckle.

Brad takes off my jeans and I'm quick to unzip his, letting gravity do it's thing.

Brad's hot breath falls on top of my chest as he lets out a soft laugh. His fingers run softly on my leg, drawing small circles on my skin, teasing me. His fingers find their way between my legs and he traces the outline of my pussy through the panties i wear. With my head fallen backwards, i moan frustrated when he takes his hand away, only to take off my bra.

"I just want you to know that I'm not like this usually", I say breathing heavily.

"Like this meaning so fucking horny, wet and so desperate for me to fuck you?", he smirks on the side of my neck, his lips pressing on my hot flesh. Kissing down my neck, he bites on my collar bone, his hand wrapping around my neck, only for him to drag it downwards, over my exposed chest and breasts.

"You get what i mean", i whimper almost, as his fingers start teasing me again through the fabric

"Don't worry, love, it's been enough stereotypes for one day.", he laughs and kisses me one more time before taking my panties off. He takes off his boxers and i stare respectfully at his length, feeling my cheeks heat up.

Brad grabs a condom from his wallet and rolls it on himself, positioning the tip at my entrance. We gasp when he is fully inside, the fullness feeling unbeatable all of a sudden.

"Fuck, move Bradley", i grab on his shoulders and he pulls me closer to his body, his hands on my back.

Brad moves slowly in and out of me, sighing and holding back his moans.

"You're so tight, fuck. You feel so good, y/n", he grabs my hair in his fist, giving himself enough space to bury his head in the crook of my neck. I try holding back my moans with every stroke, and i let go of Brad's shoulders and i lean back on the table. He wastes no time and grabs my hips harshly, building up the speed. "What a sight, oh my God", he groans and throws one of my legs on his shoulder. I bite my hand in order to stop a loud moan to come out and he chuckles. "Let it out, babe. I know it feels good"

"It feels amazing, keep going like this", i plead and he keeps pushing hard between my legs. The rhythm makes me lose my mind and i feel the familiar tingling feeling building inside my body. "I'm close"

Brad squeezes my hips harder, building up his pace. I throw my head back and arch my back, my body trembling from the intensity of the moment. Brad's orgasm follows soon after, his moans proving me that he enjoyed it as much as i did.

We get back to our senses and get dressed, both of us still breathing heavily and smiling.

"Thank you for that, i didn't realise how much i needed that", i say as i run my hands through my hair.

He walks next to me and kisses me quickly. "It was amazing. I'm sorry for the circumstances, i promise next time it'll be in a proper location", we both laugh

"I'm patiently waiting for that next time.", i wink at him and i start walking towards the door, him following close behind.

"Hmm, tomorrow?"

I laugh at his impatience. "I'll make it work", i shake my head,smiling

"Perfect"

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[trollprincess]

Okay, so some of you might not know this because I did this before I returned to Tumblr from the bird site, BUT. Last year I dictated almost two entire books to my phone.

Let me explain. One of my jobs is a twelve-hour weekend night shift. Six PM to six AM Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, so thirty-six hours with the other four hours paid just as long as we do the entire weekend. I first took it so I could have the rest of the week off, and then proceeded to go back to work at dog camp those days. For the most part, over the last five years, I have only have Mondays completely off solely because that’s when my therapy sessions are.

Anyway, my weekend job is full-time, dog camp is part-time. The weekend job is factory work, making helmets, a lot of which are for the military. (Which, as a pacifist, I manage to stomach because hey, it’s just protective gear.) The thing is, like a lot of manufacturing work, it’s boring and repetitive. Think about how bored you are after five or so hours of an eight-hour shift. Now imagine it’s one o’clock in the morning, you still have five hours to work, and you would literally rather shove nails in your eyes than work. It sucks.

Meanwhile, my free time is spent trying to work at my third job (making @disasterarea-podcast) and attempting to work on getting published. I had all these grand ideas about getting traditionally published back in my twenties, and now I’m 46 and I’m struggling just to come up with any ideas at all a lot of the time. Three jobs doesn’t help. Depression and anxiety don’t help. So for a while there, I had terrible writer’s block when it came to my novels.

So last year, I decided to try something. I have these massive baby-pink noise-canceling Bluetooth gaming headphones with a mic which I wear to work. Why not try dictating a first draft to my phone? Obviously it wouldn’t be exact, since voice-to-text dictation isn’t perfect under the best of situations, and certainly not with loud factory noises around you. But I tried it on dictating notes for my podcast a few times and it worked pretty well, all things considered. And a bad first draft is still a first draft.

So I figured, fuck it, and one night I just started dictating a story off the top of my head. No preparation, no outlining, no worldbuilding - just pantsing HARD with nothing but an annoyance following a Teen Wolf rewatch and a resolution not to edit until after I churned out a first draft.

It took fifty-one days.

Eighty thousand words or so later, I had a dreadful first draft which needed an absolute fuckton of editing and continuity correction and character work. BUT I had a finished first draft of a novel. Which is something I hadn’t had in a good long while.

So I tried it again for NaNoWriMo. I got up to 65k words. So I won NaNoWriMo, but I put the story aside because I hit a bit of a wall. Still! That’s almost two full fiction manuscripts in one year, AND the nonfiction memoir I wrote about my road trip to disaster sites during the pandemic. 2022 was a good writing year.

So I did what I do with first drafts and put them aside for a while. I knew they were awful. I knew they needed a ton of work. And maybe that was a tad intimidating, which is why I only JUST picked up the NaNoWriMo first draft to work on it and finish it off. It’s queer, it’s got time travel, it’s got disasters. It is right up my fucking alley. I may be just a tiny bit obsessed with that story.

Unsurprisingly, going through it now is taking more than a little while. I sit down, I spend an hour working on it, I maaaaaaybe get two paragraphs polished. If that.

But the fact that I’m working on ANY fiction is kind of remarkable. And fingers crossed, maybe I can get this damn thing, and the other manuscript, AND my road trip book, finished and polished over the next year so I can submit the fuck out of them.

NOW. Someone send me a twenty-pound bag of rooibos vanilla chai and ten pounds of red licorice laces. Mama’s gonna need it. *cracks knuckles*

#writing

[local-flower-girl]

sephiroth x reader request~

i wanted to know if you could base it following your “Seeking The Truth” oneshot; where reader and seph find his real mother after searching for her and it leads to a reunion and hopefully spiritual healing for our man <3

i also wanted to add in a second request of him finally being stable enough to want to start a family with the reader after everything that went down.

i was hoping you can include breeding kink, dirty talk, and possessiveness with fluffy aftercare?

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I’ll be completely honest… this request had me stumped for a while! I knew what direction I wanted to go in but it always seemed to fall flat. I have rewritten this countless times because I was not happy with the first couple of drafts - let’s just say my original idea was not interesting to read… at all! Hopefully this hits the mark! As for your second request I will be writing and posting that separately. I have no way of tagging you, but you are more than welcome to send me an anonymous ask in relation to it.

Reader Warning: Depictions of violence

- Link To Seeking The Truth Part I -

Seeking The Truth Part II

Following the incident at Nibelheim you, Sephiroth and Zack had remained at the Shinra mansion in search of clues to Lucrecia Crescent’s whereabouts. Thankfully, within the dusty nooks and hidden spaces of the underground lab, she had left behind a series of notes detailing her research into Chaos and Omega.

The torn, yellowed pages threatened to disintegrate within your grasp as you carefully deciphered each piece of text. Amongst the information was mention of a hidden cave to the south of Nibelheim. It appeared that the location had originally been theorised as an emergence for Chaos.

‘Grasping at straws’ felt like an understatement. However with a culmination of hope and desperation, you were willing to hunt down answers any way you could.

———

That morning, before you had set out upon the journey, you noticed that Zack had been lingering beside the mansion gates. He captured your attention with a wave of his hand, pulling you to one side.

“I need to go find Genesis.” He said, resting his hand upon the hilt of his buster sword.

You nodded in response, understanding his intentions. Although the thought of parting ways with him pained you considerably, you knew that down the line, it was the right decision.

Aqua eyes met your own. He placed a hand upon your shoulder and his brows furrowed into a worried slant. “—You gonna be alright without me?”

Initially you were unsure if his concern was aimed solely upon the fact that Shinra would be hell-bent on tracking you down. However his pointed expression was a dead giveaway to his true reason for uncertainty. Sephiroth’s mentality. You would be lying if you said the doubting thoughts hadn’t crossed your mind. You had been keeping a close eye upon him, noting nothing out of the ordinary, bar a few minor headaches. He also appeared quieter, more detached than usual—but that was understandable.

“Don’t worry Zack, I’ll be fine. Someone needs to go back for Genesis.”

“I figured if we were able to change Sephiroth then maybe… there might be a way to help him too.” His shoulders tightened as he lifted the heavy weight of the sword onto his back. “You do realise Shinra will be gunning for us now right?”

“Yeah, figures…” You sighed. “Seems to be their general response for deserters.”

Zack plucked his fingers through his tousled hair, the hint of a wicked grin appearing upon his features. “The price of freedom is steep! Huh, what have we got ourselves into?”

You smiled at his obvious attempt at lightening the mood. With the sudden upsetting thought that you may never get to see him again, you threw your arms around his shoulders. He returned your hug and added, “I don’t know what you’re going to find at that cave but please—please be careful.”

After you both said your goodbyes and parted ways with your friend, you and Sephiroth set out on your journey.

———

The passing hours proceeded in brisk silence with Sephiroth appearing distant and uncommunicative. It felt like an eternity of trudging through open fields and grasslands. Your aching legs barked as the grinding pressure upon your feet became too much to endure. Noticing your slowed pace and heavy steps Sephiroth suggested stopping for a short rest. The forested area you had arrived at was abundant with high trees and shrubbery. It was sheltered enough to prevent an ambush from Shinra or prowling monsters. You settled down within a small clearing, nestled beside a running stream. Lifting the weight from your aching feet, you sat upon the mossy bark of a fallen oak. You sighed heavily with relief, the late afternoon sun filtering through the canopy of leaved branches, casting rays of heavenly light upon the flowing water’s surface. Blossoms filtered through the breeze, their pungently sweet scent tickling your nose. The air was crisp and the lush greenery was a refreshing change from the greyed, washed out colour palette of Midgar.

“Quite the difference from Midgar, don’t you think?” Sephiroth said, as if he had the ability to read your own thoughts.

You hummed in approval, heartened mostly by the fact that he had initiated a conversation. “You know… I could get used to this. The scenery, the calm, peace and quiet. Maybe someday we could settle down in a place like this?”

His shapely lips curved into a dreamy, bemused smile. “I can picture it now,” His eyes trailed upwards, appearing in deep thought. The green of his irises seemed to glow as they caught the light. “A quant little cottage, surrounded by fields and woods. A picturesque view of a mountainside within the distance, and beneath it a vast lake with a small rowing boat.”

“I’d want a garden with a cobblestone patio, a cushioned chair, fenced in by wild flowers and trees… where I’ll sit, read and drink copious amounts of tea.” You stopped to think as your imagination ran wild. “There’d be a stable nearby… home to two white chocobos.”

Sinking down onto the bark beside you, he indulged your fantasy further. “And what shall we call our two chocobos?”

“Hmmm… let me think…” You leaned back against the tree in thought. “The more docile and obedient one, I was thinking we’d call… Angeal.”

His smile widened at the sound of his friend’s name. A name that reminded him of better days and cherished memories.

“Then for the other—the feathered rascal—I think we’d call him…”

Sephiroth quickly interjected with, “Zack?”

You chuckled in agreement.

“It sounds perfect.” He replied, his sweetened tone caressing every fibre of your being.

His silver brows furrowed before he looped his strong, sturdy arms around your shoulders. Burying his face against your neck, he spoke, “I don’t deserve you.” His voice cracked with emotion. “All my life I’ve been living in darkness, but you—you are my light.”

“And you are mine.” You leaned back, grasping his hands within your own, softly running your thumbs over his palms. “We’re going to find your true mother, I promise. We’ll find out the truth together and never again will you have to live in darkness.”

———

You arrived at the bottom of an unstable path upon the edge of a grassy cliff side. Ahead of you stood the tall, foreboding entrance to the cave. Upon the outskirt, high grass moved like water as the last of the setting sun’s light shone down. Dusk’s orange hues gleamed brightly for a final time before you stepped foot into the gloomy passage.

The sweet melancholic sounds of a woman’s voice reverberated throughout the passageway. Further ahead the narrow hallway opened up into a massive area. It was unlike anything you had ever seen. A wide circular cave with crystal stalactites hanging from a domed ceiling. Gem formations punctuated the rocky walls and glimmered brightly as if caught by moonlight. Below you was a stretch of mirrored glass that echoed your brisk footsteps. With each step you felt your skin tingle from the permeation of foreign magic that occupied the grand expanse. There was a vast amount of reserved power that seemingly flowed throughout the geological structures.

Towards the far end of the spacious cavern stood a translucent wall encasing the body of what appeared to be a divine woman. She was undeniably beautiful, yet slightly intimidating. Maybe it was her detachment—her otherworldliness. Her hands rested delicately over her chest as if she were at peace. Her body appearing frozen, fixed in place. Her long lashes like brushes against her cheeks as her eyes remained shut. She wore a long, white, angelic gown and a sleek, translucent veil that cloaked her shoulders. Her skin was as white and pure as porcelain, her hair a rich shade of amber brown. It was evident that her imprisonment had shielded her from the clutch of time, preserving her fine youth and beauty.

Sephiroth extended his arm out, resting his palm against the crystallised surface. “—Mother?”

The room hummed with a euphonious voice in response. The vibration of sound shook throughout the cave, disturbing the debris and small shards of rock.

“How do we release her?” You asked, inwardly debating if it was wise to do so.

Sephiroth looked down at his blade, wrapping his fingers around the hilt. With a quick effortless flick of his wrist, he slashed at her entrapment. A quick succession of vertical flashes of light cutting through the air, slicing through the Mako crystal.

Amongst the glittering rubble, Lucrecia’s limp body fell forward liberated from her crystal cocoon. Sephiroth caught her within his arms, kneeling down to support her weight upon his knee. For a moment she appeared motionless. He brushed aside the stray strands of hair from upon her cheek and called out to her once more. Her eyes began to flutter, opening up to reveal a set of radiant, golden brown oceans.

“My… my son.” Her voice soft and harmonious. “I never got the chance to hold you after your birth… but now you’re here.” She lifted herself up steadily, to extend a delicate hand towards Sephiroth’s cheek. “How long I’ve waited for this moment.”

“Mother… I…”

She studied his face for a moment longer, “I’m so sorry!” Her arms quickly looped over his shoulders. “I made too many mistakes. This isn’t how things should have been. I never meant for—“ She shook her head, “I don’t deserve this. After all I’ve done.”

He looked at her like the words strongly resonated with him—like they had struck an empathetic chord.

He considered his words carefully “I’m just happy we’re together. I no longer wish to dwell upon the past.”

You heaved a sigh of relief, unsure as to how he would initially react or feel towards Lucrecia. He appeared at ease, possibly knowing the fact that his true mother was no monster—but a human being.

He gestured towards you, “Mother, this is (Y/N).”

You approached her, rattled with nerves at the thought of meeting his mother for the first time. “It’s lovely to meet you Lucrecia.”

She smiled, the light shying away from the elegant planes of her face. “Thank you (Y/N), for taking care of my son.”

You bowed your head, your shoulders tightening at the impending sense of dread within your mind. “I don’t want to appear rude, but you need to come with us. It’s not safe for us to stay here.”

“She’s right. Shinra may already know that we’re here.” Sephiroth explained, helping Lucrecia to her feet.

At the mention of Shinra, Lucrecia’s brows furrowed into a scornful look, but she nodded promptly. “Then we must leave.”

As if on cue, the crystal around you began to shake, and from the entrance of the cave came storming in an echelon of Shinra troops. It was only a matter of time until they caught up. No doubt pursuing your trail with the hidden agenda of finding Lucrecia’s hiding place.

You were now surrounded, the entrance blocked. Trapped in a crystal tomb.

———

“Ahh, a touching reunion.” Hojo stalked forward from the group of soldiers and infantrymen, slowly clapping his hands in a condescending manner. “I do apologise for intruding upon such a precious moment, however I have loose ends that need tying up—a trivial matter really.”

“You!” You felt as your blood boiled. Your body seething with each slimy step the Professor took. “What do you want?!” The animosity of your voice lingered upon its echo.

“As I mentioned previously—unfinished business. I can’t have this woman getting in the way of my precious research now can I?”

Lucrecia bared her teeth. “You’re a monster!”

“Oh I’m the monster?” Hojo laughed manically to himself. “Funny. Coming from a mother who made the decision to experiment on her unborn child!”

Lucrecia looked away in shame, unable to argue back.

“Enough!” Sephiroth’s bellowing voice echoed throughout the cave as he stepped forward.

“Step aside specimen, so I may deal with this wretch!” Hojo spat.

“I am not your specimen anymore! No longer will I live in darkness or let you snuff out the remaining light I have left!” Sephiroth held his ground, staring down at the old man a moment longer. His silent presence alone was enough to have half the infantry quaking in their boots.

Hojo spurned him with a putrid look. “How poetic… but I guess we’re now going to have to do this the hard way.”

With a sharp click of his fingers, two soldiers from the large group emerged, each holding what appeared to be oversized rail guns. A thunderous noise erupted as both weapons fired a barrage of electrified chains. Before Sephiroth was able to summon his blade, the hissing bonds were already clamped around his wrists, manoeuvring like snakes to wrap and ensnare the entirety of his body. He struggled against his shackles, yet the more strength he used, the tighter they would become, clamping down, crushing and tearing the leather of his clothing. He roared as the jagged chains lacerated and seared his skin.

You ran to his aid but stumbled back as infantrymen grabbed at your arms, restricting your movement. “Let go of me!” You struggled to escape their clutches, lashing out your fists in desperation. You cried out to him, “Sephiroth!” It was torturous to watch as he writhed and twisted in pain, unable to escape his binds.

Hojo stalked forward grabbing Lucrecia’s hair, pulling her head to one side to expose the paled flesh of her neck. She thrashed and wiggled with the small ounce of strength she had to escape his vile grip. He took out a large syringe from his lab coat pocket, removing the blunt cap with his teeth, and punctured the sharp needle into her skin. He proceeded to inject what looked like a neon blue serum. She cried out in agony, stumbling backwards to remove the syringe. She appeared weakened, her hands trembled and her eyes rolled backwards before she fell to the floor… her body lifeless.

“What have you done?!!” You cried.

“Now now… it’s just a little something I’ve been working on. Something to eradicate those pesky Jenova cells within her body. You see—“ He reached down the side of his belt, removing a firearm from its holster. “—any being that possesses these cells, cannot die.” He held the gun within his grasp, aiming it towards her. ”Let me give a demonstration.”

“NO!” Sephiroth yelled.

All time seemed to slow as he pulled at the trigger. A single bullet whipped through the air,  trailing between them. The bullet pierced her abdomen; the wound soaking through the white fabric of her dress with a darkened shade of scarlet red.

Your heart roared with overwhelming grief as your legs became weightless. You plummeted to your knees from shock. “You fucking monster!” You screamed.

“Ah yes—speaking of monsters.” He turned to observe Sephiroth who was completely powerless beneath the immovable chains. “I want the specimen transported to my laboratory. Further tests are needed.”

The infantryman whose tightened fingers had been digging into the flesh of your arm spoke up, “But Sir, what about the girl?”

“Oh her.” Hojo’s voice was an uninterested mumble. “Dispose of her.” He turned his back to you, gesturing his hand in disregard.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Sephiroth growled. You felt the coarseness of his voice tremble along your skin.

Sephiroth’s jaw tightened and his entire body stilled before he began to glow, a deep crimson rage, as if he had bathed in fire and brimstone. The chains that cut into his skin melted away, shattering into tiny fragments that burst outwards into the air. No longer restrained, Masamune materialised swiftly within his grasp. He lashed out in a heated frenzy, slicing the nearby group of soldiers with a single blow. The infantrymen at your sides cocked their guns towards you, yet within a blink of an eye Sephiroth had winnowed; like inky black smoke staining the air. A black, feathered wing protruded, extending out from his shoulder, sweeping around to protect your body. Their hail of feeble bullets ricocheted off him. And when they had exhausted their supply of ammunition, he bathed the expanse with their blood. The edge of his blade sang with each life he took. Any soldiers who attempted to flee were brutally cut down until the only soul that remained was Hojo.

Sephiroth glowered at the man like an aggressive cat ready to pounce. His jaw clenched, and an enraged guttural growl echoed throughout the crystallised halls as he leapt forward. For the first time you saw genuine fear within the feeble old man’s eyes.

Sephiroth wrapped his hand around Hojo’s neck, lifting him skyward, until his feet no longer touched the floor. He clenched his fingers, tightening, squeezing, choking.

“Turn away (Y/N).” Sephiroth ordered.

You did as he asked, closing your eyes. The long-winded struggle of desperate begging gasps and wheezing ceased with a bone splintering CRACK—followed by the heavy thud of his body hitting the floor. And then… there was nothing but a deathly, cold silence.

———

You shuddered at the sight of dead bodies strewn across the floor, at the streams of blood curdled around your feet. The rancid smell of death sickening your stomach. Before the bile had a chance to rise, Sephiroth wrapped his wing around you as if to shield you from the aftermath.

He leaned forward, his brow coated in sweat, his breathing uneven. “We should leave this place.” He murmured, his voice low. The darkness around him dissipated, and his fire quelled as he cradled you in a consoling embrace.

You latched onto him tightly, suppressing your brimming sobs and quietly nodded in agreement. You felt your bodies lift away from the ground, rising higher and higher. You left the cave, taking to the sky.

Within an instant the sight of land spread far behind you as his wing lifted you above the clouds and towards the star speckled backdrop of the sky. The bracing winds, brushed past your face, chilling the tips of your ears. Sephiroth’s body felt warm and solid against your own as he pressed you closer towards the strength of his chest. Glancing up at the angelic, handsome features of his face, you noticed the biting sting of regret and anguish. Glassy streams of silver tears lined his cheek.

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[callsign-joyride]

Same 'Ol Situation | B.R.B

Summary: Noisy roommates are the reason that you call Bradley in the middle of the night for help.

Content warnings: Shitty roommates, reader overworks herself, angst to comfort, mentions of sex, college AU

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader (college AU)

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: My laptop is about to die as I'm writing this but this is a very self-indulgent fic. It sat in my drafts as "frat boy Bradley" until like an hour ago when I was finally able to name it after a song like I always do.

Time always seemed to go by differently when you were studying. It was your last year of undergrad, and burnout still hadn’t really hit you. The psychology major was hard with all of the papers and labs, but you managed. Well, you at least tried to. One of your assignments was to listen to a podcast about psychology and write a paper about it. It didn’t sound too difficult, but you couldn’t focus to save your life. It was nearing two in the morning and even with your earbuds in, you could hear your roommates partying in the living room. It aggravated you to no end. All you wanted to do was finish the podcast and the note-taking so that you could go to bed. Things had been so stressful that you were barely able to sleep, and you wouldn’t tell anyone about it. No one really seemed concerned. 

After sending multiple texts to the group chat, you finally gave up and broke down in tears. The only thing that your roommates said was that you could leave any time you wanted to. Bradley had told you when you started officially dating that you could go over to his frat house any time, and it was something that you really considered. But it was late, you didn’t have your car on campus, and the walk to fraternity row was about twenty minutes.

You were not about to make that walk with your belongings in the dark, alone. Calling campus security had been an option, you did it probably a thousand times freshman year when you took night classes and didn’t feel safe walking alone. It felt stupid to call campus security to have an officer escort you to fraternity row. They usually did the opposite. Plus, you didn’t even know if Bradley was awake. But still, it wouldn’t hurt to at least try and call him. You were surprised when he answered on the second ring.

“Hey, babe,” he said.

“Hey,” you said through tears. As soon as he heard the tone of your voice, he sat up in his bed and checked the time.

“Is everything okay? Did you have a nightmare?”

“I’m living one, actually. I haven’t really slept these past few days and I can’t study. My roommates are being obnoxious and I have fieldwork in two days. They told me that I can leave any time but of course, they tell me that the week that I don’t have a car.”

“Okay, relax. I can come and pick you up if you want. Let me talk to the guys and I’m sure they’ll understand. I’ll text you when I get there.”

“Okay. Did I wake you up?” You sounded like you were feeling better, but Bradley knew that he was walking on thin ice. Even though it took a lot to make you mad, you tended to stay mad for a while. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m gonna go, but I’ll text you.”

You gathered your things before sitting on your bed. He texted you twenty minutes later that he was in the parking lot and even asked if you wanted him to come inside the building. Absolutely not, you texted, I don’t want you involved more than you already are.

“Where are you going?” One of your roommates asked as you walked to the door.

“Somewhere where you’re not. I’ll be back eventually.”

You almost burst into tears as you got into Bradley’s Bronco. The drive to the house was quiet, and you were surprised that there weren’t really any parties going on. You had really lucked out when you started dating Bradley. Of course, you were well aware that he was a frat boy, the two of you met at one of the parties that his fraternity was throwing. The good part about all of it was that his fraternity didn’t really throw parties that often, and everyone there was pretty serious about academics. The house was pretty quiet when the two of you walked in. Bob greeted you when you walked by his room, but you were mostly determined to get to Bradley’s room and go to bed.

“I have to finish listening to this podcast and then I’ll sleep,” you said as you plugged in your laptop.

“When’s the paper due?” Bradley asked.

“Two weeks, but I want to at least have the notes done now so that I don’t have to worry about it.”

There it was. Bradley looked at you like you were insane. 

“You’re not doing that. Not tonight, at least. Babe, it’s almost two in the morning. You need to sleep. I understand that you want to get this done, but energy drinks and hot Cheetos can only get you so far for so long.”

You finally gave in.

“I guess you’re right. But listen, I have my history class at ten tomorrow.”

“You’re sleeping in. Email the professor, text your classmates. You’ve got good grades. I don’t think missing one class will kill you.”

“Okay.”

You put your laptop away and grabbed pajamas that you had left the last time you slept over. It wasn’t really a surprise that there weren’t any more texts to the group chat. It was the first night in forever that you were able to sleep without earbuds in. You ended up sleeping until noon, which surprised the hell out of everyone. Bradley’s class got canceled so he was able to drive you to your fieldwork. 

“I don’t know if I can stay at that apartment anymore,” you said as the two of you got in the Bronco.

“Then don’t. I know you’re paying to live there and all, but something’s got to give. You can stay with me and the guys. I’m sure it would be better for you, anyways, being around people that you actually like and all.”

“Yeah, but I can’t move all of my stuff into your room.”

“Okay, so take what you need so that you don’t have to be there all the time. Just like a few day's worth of stuff, y’know?”

“Yeah, okay. Honestly, I’m more mad than anything that they decided to say that to me the week that I don’t have a car. Maybe if it wasn’t so late, I really would have gotten up and left. But it’s like they have no respect. Which they don’t. You’ve met them and they were horrible to you for no reason. I get it, everyone has bad days, but there’s a reason that you’ve never spent the night at the apartment.”

“I know. We’re getting it figured out, though. I’ll pick you up when you’re done at four, right?”

You nodded your head and gave him a quick kiss before getting out of the Bronco and going in. Surprisingly, you managed to make it through your fieldwork without bursting into tears. When Bradley picked you up, you told him to take you to your apartment so that you could get some stuff. Despite your protests, he went in with you. (“For your safety,” he said.) You could only smile and let it happen. He even offered to carry some of your bags for you.

“Why are you leaving?” One of your roommates asked. You looked at her and smiled.

“To stay with Bradley. Y’know, because you wouldn’t stop with the parties and noise making. I don’t know what you’re trying to do here but I’m trying to get good grades and get my degree.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think you can just do that. There’s a reason they don’t do co-ed housing.”

“Actually, I think I can ‘just do that’. No one ever said anything when I spent the night over there because I was getting laid. I’ll see you when I see you. Don’t text me. Respectfully.”

You and Bradley made it to the Bronco before busting out in laughter. There was something so satisfying about finally being able to put your roommates in their place. 

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[nomicskeleton]

ROOMATES

pairings: kaeya, albedo, beidou x gn! reader

genre: modern! au, platonic fluff

warning: mentions of alcohol, albedo kinda ooc, mentions of intoxication on beidou's part, all lowercase

(a/n): this has been sitting on my draft like almost a year LMFAO— also, today's my birthday and i decided to drop this here as my greeting??? :") first time writing for genshin woman :'D hope i made this okay

KAEYA:

the social butterfly often brought his friends into your shared apartment. it sometimes irked you especially when you tried to study then loud voices boomed into your ears.

his room would be a mess, with several mugs on his desk, stacks of books and papers, messy sheets... but when his cleaning tendency was kicking, you'd find his room so tidy and clean.

his cooking skill was decent but honestly, you should take away any alcoholic stuff from him when he tried to cook. bro liked to experiment foods with alcohol and most of them tasted like shit.

would join you in watching shows on the tv, whether it was anime, documentary movies, etc.

was loud as hell during the shower. he'd sing and scream at the top of his lungs while rinsing himself. his voice was nice though.

would spam your message with incoherent words, like 'JDHDKDHDKDH' and such, sending you random memes, etc.

ALBEDO:

not gonna lie, you barely saw him since he'd spent all his day in the laboratory or his room. literally just out of your sight which led you to think if he didn't like you.

but when you two met each other, he'd nod as a sign of greeting. it was terribly awkward.

gradually started to stay more in the shared apartment with you. sometimes klee—his adopted sister—would come to visit too.

would join you in playing games and you were kind of surprised to see his usual calm and composed nature turned into a really loud and chaotic one.

was a nice and comfortable person to be around. his calm composure soothed you when you were anxious, he was always there for you if you needed a shoulder to lay on.

BEIDOU:

she often had her friends in your shared apartment. you didn't dislike it though since they were all fun and easy-going.

when beidou first time came home intoxicated, you almost fainted when you tried to carry her since she was *cough* heavy *cough*, not only that, the brunette was fidgety which made you easily tired.

was attentive enough and could guess what was happening to you just by looking at your expression.

an early bird. her voice was literally your alarm. like the moment she yelled: "Y/N, WAKEY WAKEY! RISE AND SHINE!" honestly it was okay to throw your pillows at her at this moment.

always had her songs played loudly in the morning while she was either taking her bath, cooking or just doing anything.

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[merakiui]

Meraa!! This one is for that ask game :D

(1) Okay, it's hard choosing just one (You always write BANGERS, It's THAT hard okay?), but if I'm gonna pick, it's gonna be Death Row Undertow <3 I have been down bad for SK Jade from your ramblings and thoughts and then actually getting a serialized fic of him is just the best thing to have ever happened ever since.

I love everything about it! Reader's interaction and relationship with every character in the fic, the whole atmosphere and setting, the mystery and suspense build-up (Oh, the scene when Jade kidnapped the reader will forever send shivers down my spine--), and how the point of view not only was seen from the reader and the horror she is experiencing but also seeing Riddle's effort in solving the mystery. Hell, the chapter where Cater got together with Pop Music Club again was one of my favorites! It really gives more perspective and a sense of wholeness when you're writing about the story of the reader's disappearance from so many different angles. Also, the dream sequences are also my favorite for symbolic reasons. It's just fun reading and rereading them to figure out what they truly mean ✨✨

The runner-ups for my favorite fic of yours are gonna be Android Jade, Captive Azul, CEO Azul, and 11:11 Rook 💞💞

(3) I may be biased, but the way you write for the Octatrio is *Chef's kiss* ✨✨💞💞😌😌 Both the yandere ones and the fluffy wholesome ones, like OUGHHHH OTZ OTZ They are canon in my heart now shdskdhlsdjlks--

(8) The thing that I really love about your writings is that your description is so, so, so vivid that plenty of those scenes are permanently ingrained in my memory. Adding that with your characterization and writing conversation skills, boy! It's almost like I'm actually watching a movie instead of reading cause the way you write them makes them so easy to visualize in my head (and god Mera, if I had the skills, I would've permanently etched them on drawings plenty of times by now--).

(9) THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME ✨✨ (I'm a Jade Leech enjoyer, what else can I say?) Actually, I'm always excited whenever you post any fic or ramblings <33 Always a joy to read them over breakfast like the morning newspaper. Wait no, actually, your writings ARE the breakfast cause you be COOKIN and SERVIN a whole MEAL 👏👏👏

Okay, that's all my ramblings for now, I hope they make sense-- But words cannot describe how much I adore your creations and that big brain of yours <333 I would be happy to scream more about your writings in the future, and I definitely will ✨✨ Have a lovely day Meraa 💞💞

KHEYY, HIIIII!!!

You have such good taste. (˘ ˘ ˘) sk!Jade is the most delectable and delicious Jade (pun very much intended). He's just in a hungry mood all the time hehe!! But I'm also very happy it is a full fic! To think I would ever draft an entire story for one silly eel... I'm very glad the idea was received well. I remember I wrote the very first and earliest sk!Jade concept while I was washing my clothes at the coin laundry LOL. I thought to myself, this idea is so morbid; I wonder if anyone would ever like it as much as I do. ^^;;; and now one year later here we are and my beloved murder eel has his fic!!! It's very exciting!

I'm so happy you like everything about DRU!!! It's a plot I hold close to my heart because it's so dark and yet so fun to write. I'm glad you can enjoy the multiple perspectives. I think it's a fun balance between the horrors Reader endures on her side while Riddle is so lawful and logical on his end. The kidnapping scene with Jade was one of my favorites to write, as was the Pop Music Club meet-up!!! Although any scene involving Jade being an absolute terror is a joy to write. Any time he appears in a scene it's a guarantee that the dread and tension will increase tenfold. He has such a sinister effect despite wearing a friendly face all the time. T_T and the dream sequences!!!! Omg I love writing the dreams in DRU! They're so fun, and I hope you can have fun deciphering what they mean hehehe. >:)

Thank you for loving the runner-ups you listed as well!! Android Jade is another favorite flavor of Jade. I love him when he's clinical and cold and detached towards everyone else but Reader. <3 and ceo!Azul my beloved!!!!! He makes me feel so infuriated! >:( but then that's the feeling I hoped he would evoke, so it's only natural to feel like I want to squish him (but also I want to sit under his desk and [redacted] LOL orz the grip he has on me is too strong; to be able to annoy me and fill me with shameless lust all in one... tako, you're the worst/best). AND 11:11 ROOK!!!! Oooooo he's horrible. Captive Azul is also so beloved. I'm gently holding him in my palms. T^T

WAAAA OMG THANK YOUUUU!!! It's so funny to me that my Octavinelle characterizations can be loved because when I first started writing them (for Sea Glass) I had no idea what I was doing and I worried that they would be ooc. But now I have written them so often that they're permanently imprinted in my mind. It's nearly second nature now... ;;;;;

"Like watching a movie" is such high praise for my writing omg!!!!ヾ⁠(˶⁠ ⁠’⁠Ｏ⁠’˶⁠ ⁠)⁠ﾉﾞ‎thank you so so so so much!!!! I'm very pleased it has that feeling! I hope the sceneries and characters can seem tangible when I describe them. It's cliché, but I hope they come to life on the page teehee. <3 I am always so honored when you draw masterpieces (yes, they are masterpieces!!! Even the doodles you have made of the beloved sk eel!!!) based on my works. T_T I save all of the fanart I have received in a folder and I often look back at it because it brings me such joy!!!!! >w< so thank you for your skillful hands!!!! orz orz orz I am forever grateful to behold your lovely art. <3

Fellow Jade enjoyer!!!!!! I am the world's most insane Jade Leech enjoyer (self-granted delusion) and TMDG is just proof of how much brain rot Jade gives me. Thank you for looking forward to it! I'm so excited to post it!!! It's going to be a three-course meal plus more wrapped into one fic. >:) but omg thank you for eating the meals I cook each time!!! Chef Meraki is forever at your service!!! (`･ω･´)ゞ I will serve FEASTS and BANQUETS worth of yummy meals for everyone to enjoy. The seafood specials are especially delicious hehehe. I recommend them!

Aaaaaa thank you once more for sending such a sweet message!!! I am also always so ready and willing to ramble about writing and yandere and characters and three slimy mafia fish and everything else in between!!! Sending you much love!!!! xoxoxo have the loveliest day, Kheyy!!!! (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)♡

#sweet messages #heyyy11

[rabbiteclair]

oh yeah, originally the central conceit of that story was gonna be that it was a collection of encounters they had while taking a multi-day trip to try finding the ocean. I ended up scrapping that, since some of these chapters just don't work with that kinda thing, but not before I wrote a prologue about Kozakura yelling at them

so hey, why not, here (the completely rough draft of) it is. Not like I'm ever gonna use it somewhere else.

“So, you’re really going to do this, huh?”

Kozakura’s voice, coming from the doorway to her house, caught me by surprise. I looked back, squinting to shield my eyes. The rising sun was behind her, casting long shadows over her already-dark expression.

She looked even less prepared to go out than usual, wearing her usual t-shirt and spats, but with messy hair, a pair of fuzzy slippers, and an oversized cup of soda. She looked out at the world with a bleary expression as she took a sip.

“Sorry,” Toriko said. “We didn’t wake you up, did we?”

“Other direction. I’m going to bed in a few.” Kozakura took another sip of her soda, then: “But you’re dodging the question.”

Between us, the AP-1 was sitting on the grass of Kozakura’s front lawn. Normally, we tried not to bring it over into the surface world—the less attention that people paid to her house the better, considering all the weird stuff we got up to—but this early in the morning, we thought it would be fine.

Besides, we had a good reason for it this time. The AP-1 was carrying the biggest load that we’d ever asked it to handle for us. The top rack was piled high with jugs of water, our collapsed tent, waterproof cases of clothes and toiletries, a toolbox, and loose tools like our ax. The smaller holding racks to the sides were carrying everything that we might want in a hurry while driving around—our guns, binoculars, bolts, reflective poles, a first aid kit, ponchos, and our food prep stuff. We’d even used the center arch for storage, hanging two rolled-up sleeping bags from it with hooks and bungee cords. Seeing it loaded up like that made me feel proud about our decision to buy it. Our cute little AP-1 was a hard worker.

“Yeah,” I said, rubbing the soreness out of my hands after loading so much on there. “It’s kinda late to back out now. Besides, we’re not doing anything we’ve never done before, right? We already took an overnight trip once.”

Kozakura tipped her cup toward me in lieu of pointing. “It was a dumb idea then, too.”

“Come on, Kozakura,” Toriko said. “How else are we gonna find out what’s out there? We’ve got most of the stuff within a few hours of the gates mapped already.”

Kozakura stared us down, like she was expecting us to relent. When we didn’t, she sighed and drained the rest of her cup. “All right. If your hearts are set on this, at least tell me where you’ll be going. That way, when I have to send a search and rescue team in after you, they’ll know where to start looking for the bodies.”

“East,” I said.

“East? That’s it?”

“Straight east. … well, not straight east. Compasses are kind of unreliable over there. But the plan was that we’d drive right toward the rising sun, and try to go in a straight line. That way we have a pretty universal gauge of our direction, right?”

“If you can expect the sun to follow the laws of nature over there, at least. That’s it? Just driving east?”

Toriko and I exchanged a glance.

“Um…” she said.

“… pretty much, yeah,” I said. “We’ve explored the area between this gate and the Jinbouchou one pretty well, and we’ve gone north and south a bit, but… we’ve never been east of that skeletal building.”

“Well, I have, a bit. I went that way some when I was looking for Satsuki. But that was before I met Sorawo, so I was nervous about even getting out of sight of that building…”

“And what,” Kozakura said, “could possibly be over there that’s worth an overnight expedition?”

“The ocean.” I paused to weather the withering expression that Kozakura was shooting toward me. “… I mean, it’s kind of weird, right? Jinbouchou is only a few kilometers from the bay, but we’ve never seen any sign of it. There aren’t even that many rivers over there. We know there’s an ocean in the Otherside though, so…”

“If you head straight east of there, I'm not sure if you’d hit the bay. It might be a bit to the north of it.”

“Close enough though, right?” Toriko said. “We should be within a kilometer or two, so we should be able to see it unless we’re in a valley or something. If we hit a river and follow it for a bit, that should take us there too.”

“If it exists. Otherwise you’re just wandering off into the wilderness chasing a river.”

“We’ll be planting reflective poles,” I assured her. “And we put a spotlight on that skeletal building, so we can see it from kilometers away. We both have class on Wednesday, so if we haven’t found it by the end of the second day, we’ll start driving back on the third. It should be a lot quicker after we’ve marked out the route.”

Kozakura sighed again and crossed her arms, giving us a look like a stern parent. “Three and a half days. If you’re not back by then, I’ll start planning your funeral.”

“Just one?” Toriko said.

“We won’t have bodies to dispose of, so we can combine the ceremonies.” She shot us another surly look, but her posture relaxed. In a somewhat less sardonic tone, she added, “… come back in one piece, okay? I’d tell you not to do anything stupid or dangerous, but you’re already doing that by default.”

“We’ll be fine, Kozakura. Promise.” Toriko shot her an encouraging smile. “Oh! How about we try to bring you back a souvenir?”

“Yeah, just stop in at the Otherside gift shop on your way back.”

“I mean it! If we find… I don’t know, something nice, we’ll bring it back for you.”

“Something nice,” Kozakura repeated after her, in a tone dripping with doubt.

“Yeah, you know! Like…”

Toriko trailed off, then looked to me for help.

Why would I know?! You’re the one who brought it up.

Besides, weren’t most souvenirs regional delicacies and stuff? I didn’t feel like we were going to find anything like that over there…

“You can have our leftover survival meals?” I offered weakly.

“No, you know what? If I’m going to be stressing out about you two for half a week, I do want a souvenir. Something nice. Don’t disappoint me here, or I’m going to pay some thugs to throw you into the real Tokyo Bay.”

She sure was fast to flip between concern and death threats.

“It’s a deal,” Toriko said. “Something nice. I think it’ll be fun! A little concrete goal we can think about while we’re exploring. Like a scavenger hunt.”

Judging by Kozakura’s expression, her opinion of us was currently at the lowest that it had ever been in her life.

“Yeah, sure.” She turned to face back into the house, and shot us a dismissive wave over her shoulder. “I’m going to bed. Don’t die. Good night.”

“Kozakura, it’s six A—”

I was cut off by Kozakura’s door slamming in our faces. A moment later, the click of the lock.

“Well,” Toriko said. “… I guess we should get going, huh?”

#rabbit does fanfiction #otherside picnic