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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months

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His innocent assistant | Part 2

PAIRING | Tony Stark x Lab Assistent!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.8K

SUMMARY | Tony enjoys taking you to his parties as his date since he loves to show off his sweet, innocent assistant to everyone willing to hear about you. This time, however, the party doesn't go entirely to plan as he finds you flirting with none other than the God of Mischief himself, and jealousy takes over his entire being.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Innocent Reader, use of nickname (Princess, Gorgeous), jealous Tony

SMUT | Daddy kink, breeding kink, hair pulling, dirty talk, backscratching, lots of praise, lots of hickies, nipple play, oral (F&M receiving) 69, facesitting, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), rough sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare.

A/N | This one-shot is written based on this request by @ccbsrmsf1. From the moment you thought of this idea, I couldn't let it go, and I'm very happy with how it turned out! This GIF you provided is also heaven, and it took me way longer than necessary to finish this because I kept going back to stare at it! The story can be read as a follow-up to part 1 or a standalone one-shot. I'm forever thankful for the sweet, wonderful, and amazing @ccbsrmsf1 who has proofread this story. 🩷

EVENTS Masterlist | @fandombingo | Loki Laufeyson Masterlist | @fandom-free-bingo | "I'm going to kill you."

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Part 1

Everyone knows Tony's parties are exceptional - each more than the last - and it is always one of your favorite evenings when you get to accompany him as his date. There is never money saved on the lavish evenings, which also goes for your outfit. Tony has picked the perfect dress this time, and you're excited to wear it.

The dark green fabric drapes around your body beautifully, highlighting your curves just the way you like, and it makes you feel like the most beautiful Princess ever to walk the face of the earth. You're still determining how he does it, but Tony gets you a gown that fits you like a glove each time, and you enjoy being spoiled by him.

When your hair and make-up are done, you look in the mirror. Your nails match your dress, and the make-up is light to give your dress all the attention it deserves. The color compliments your skin, and when Tony arrives to pick you up for the party, he has to pick his jaw from the floor first.

"Look at you, Princess, you look amazing tonight," he purrs in your ear, his hands on your waist and squeezing very gently. The compliment lights a fire inside you, and you smile even wider as your eyes meet his in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Thank you, Daddy, you picked a perfect dress for me!" you tell him excitedly before turning around and pulling him into a tight hug. He can feel his cock twitch as you call him 'Daddy,' which has become more natural to you now. He has to try not to rip the fabric off you to have his fill of you right here and now, so he is genuinely testing his patience.

Only one more night until he tells you how he truly feels about you. There is only one more night to get through before he can finally tell you what has been on his mind for a while now. With one last deep breath, he shows you his biggest smile as well before leading you away from the mirror and into the car waiting outside for the two of you.

After Tony has helped you into the car, you take your place, sighing when you're finally comfortable and ready to go. After a long week of work, you're looking forward to the party, just letting go for a few hours and crashing at Tony's apartment like you've done countless times before.

''When we get there, we have to walk the red carpet first, Princess," Tony tells you, and you nod happily.

Usually, taking photos isn't your favorite activity, but you will enjoy it with your appearance tonight. The outfit is stunning, and you can't wait to show everyone how much of a princess you are tonight.

As soon as you arrive, Tony speeds out of the car to help you out of the car as well, and you can see almost everyone is already at the party. As the host, he always likes to be 'fashionably late' as he calls it.

"Let's go, Princess, it's your time to shine on the carpet," Tony whispers before leading you to the long, bright red fabric on the floor, constantly stopping to take photos, always with Tony close by. Taking pictures is alright tonight, especially with how Tony has dressed you.

When the photos are finally over, you head inside, walking over to the bar to get a drink when you get stopped by Natasha and Wanda - dressed in black and red, respectively - their signature colors complimenting their hair and make-up perfectly.

"Girl, you look like the belle of the ball tonight!" Natasha says as she pulls you in for a hug. Out of all the Avengers, you have liked her most, as she is the girlfriend you have always wished to have. She doesn't treat you like you're 'dumb' or less than her; she accepts your innocence without looking down on you.

"Thank you so much! Tony got this beautiful dress for me, and I feel like a princess tonight," you tell her, and you feel his fingers digging slightly into your side. After a few more compliments and pleasantries, Tony takes you to the bar for a much-needed drink.

When you're there, he is suddenly pulled away for some business with Bruce, and you look around the party, spotting some of the other Avengers, too. Steve and Bucky are in a darker corner of the bar, and you wave at them. They politely give you a wave and a large smile in return.

When you decide to walk around and see if there's anyone else you could talk to for a little while, you're suddenly stopped by a dark-haired, slender man with a dark green suit that looks perfect against his pale skin.

"Hi, Loki! It's been a long time since I've seen you. How are you?" you ask as he pulls you in for a hug, which you happily reciprocate.

"I'm even better now that I've run into you! Your body is beautiful now that it's adorned with my signature color, Gorgeous," Loki says in a smooth tone, making you preen a little at his words. He's always been a charmer toward you; it makes you feel good when he tells you these things.

"You look good too, Loki," you tell him as you sip your drink, letting the liquid warm you from the inside out. He keeps the conversation going for a while, asking about your work as he talks about life on Asgard, too, as it has always fascinated you.

"Do you want to visit our palace sometime, Gorgeous? You'll fit right in there between all the royalty that lives there," Loki tells you, and you let out an excited squeal. When he hears this, Tony turns his head towards you, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he sees the two of you.

You don't notice it as you look his way and smile at him, and he smiles back at you before sending a death stare toward Loki. He gives him a mischievous look in return before turning back to you.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to visit there? I mean, I don't want to overstep or anything!" you ask, and when he confirms it's okay, you smile broadly at the thought of being able to visit Asgard with Loki. The entire time, Tony keeps an eye on you and is close enough to hear every word you two exchange.

It doesn't take long before Tony excuses himself to come and see what you are up to, and that's when Loki decides to lay it on even thicker with the flirting.

"Have I told you that there is not a single star in the universe that shines as bright as you? With your beautiful smile, and-" is all he can say before Tony makes his way over, having enough of Loki flirting with his girl.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Princess? Something important came up in the lab, and I need your help," Tony says sweetly before sending you on your way, even though nothing is happening there. If there were, you would have gotten a notification on your phone, and you look at it to be sure, but there's nothing.

The second you're out of earshot, Tony turns back to Loki, who's just giving him an amused smile.

"The next time you even think about pulling a stunt like this again, I'm going to kill you, Laufeyson," Tony growls, his dark brown eyes looking angry at the God in front of him.

"I'm looking forward to it, Stark. Now go get your girl; she must be waiting for you in the lab," Loki says, and Tony quickly turns around before maneuvering his way through the crowd to get to you. Seeing you with Loki has uprooted some feelings he has tried to push away for a long time, but he can't deny them any longer.

"Princess, wait!" he says as you step into the elevator, ready to take the ride down to Tony's lab - and your working area. As you stand in the opening of the elevator, you turn around to see Tony running towards you.

"Can we talk? I need to tell you something, and I really can't wait any longer to tell you this," he says between pants, catching his breath as you step into the elevator together, but he doesn't push any buttons, instead letting the doors close behind you so it's just you and him.

"What's wrong, Daddy? Did something bad happen in the lab?" you ask with furrowed brows, worry starting to settle in your stomach as he looks at you with the most beautiful, deep brown eyes you've ever seen. Now that he's this close to you, you can't help but take a good look at him.

"Nothing happened in the lab, Princess; it was just something I said to get you out of there without raising any suspicion," he tells you, and even though you feel a little hurt at his words, you quickly forgive him. If there's one person you can never be mad at, it's Tony.

"I- I don't know where to start..." Tony starts as he rubs his neck with his hand, looking at the floor as he gathers his thoughts. Now that he will confess his feelings, he's unsure how to say the words. They're getting caught in his throat and won't come out.

"It's okay, Daddy; you know you can tell me everything, right?" you say as you step to him, taking his face in your hands and lifting it to your soothing eyes. You give him a small smile, which he returns before taking a deep breath, gathering every last bit of courage he can muster.

"I- I have feelings for you, Princess. At first, the feelings were only physical, but they have grown to be more. I can't stop thinking about you. I even dream about you, and it's taking over every second of every day," he tells you, but you're not entirely sure what he's talking about. You think about him often, and sometimes you also dream about Tony.

"I do that too, Tony; it's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of! I even dreamt about you last night!" you tell him excitedly, and Tony chuckles at your innocence. You're not dumb, far from it even, but you're just very innocent when it comes to these things, and it warms his heart each time.

"No, Princess, I think you're not getting what I'm telling you. What I mean is that- well- I'm in love with you more than I've ever been with anyone. I get butterflies in my stomach each time you say good morning or when our fingers brush when you hand me my coffee," he tells you, a deep blush on his cheeks as he tells you these things.

"I love you, Princess, and I want you to be mine. I want to call you my girlfriend, fall asleep with you in my arms each night, and make breakfast for you in the mornings. I want to go on dates and take long vacations to the other side of the world. I want to kiss you whenever, and I want you, Princess. Above all else, I want you more than I can ever explain," Tony finishes his confessions. That's when he notices the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

This is the first time someone has ever told you this instead of hanging out with you for sex, and it is warming your heart. Finally, someone sees you for the woman who you are inside, and it's all you ever wanted and more.

"I love you too, Tony," is all that leaves your mouth in a whisper before you lean in to kiss his lips, sealing in the love confession you have just exchanged. Your lips move together in a sweet, soft pace that has both your hearts beating faster, your bodies slowly inching towards one another until your chests are touching.

The moment you move away to get some air, you already miss the feeling of his lips on yours, wishing the moment lasted forever. Instead of physically pushing the elevator button, Tony orders JARVIS to lead the elevator to his penthouse, as he doesn't want to let you go anymore. Now that you're his, he's not letting you out of his grasp again.

As soon as you and Tony are in his beautiful penthouse overlooking the Manhattan skyline, one of your favorite sights to see. You're often in front of your bedroom window as you admire the view, but that's nothing compared to the sight up here.

"Do you like what you see, Princess?" Tony asks as he comes to stand behind you. You're standing in front of his huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, marveling at the sight. As you keep looking outside, Tony lets his hands glide over your bare arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"Yeah, it's beautiful at night," you whisper as Tony lets the fabric of your dress glide off your shoulders, baring your entire top half to him. As soon as the cool air of the room hits your exposed flesh, your nipples pebble instantly, and your eyes shut as a shudder runs down your spine.

"Look at you, already so responsive for me," Tony says as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. It doesn't take long before the rest of your dress is also on the floor, and you're standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and your heels.

An appreciative sound leaves his lips as he takes in your figure in the window, the reflection giving him the perfect sight. His hands roam a little more over your body before finding your hard nipples, letting his fingers ghost over them before softly rolling and tugging to get the small moans out of you he loves so much.

"That's it, Princess, let Daddy make you feel good," he whispers as you give yourself to him and his touches. Your hands are clenched in fists by your side, and your thighs are rubbing together to give yourself some relief as your panties are dampening more and more each second.

"D-Daddy," you whimper, and Tony feels his hard cock twitch against the fabric of his jeans, the zipper digging into his flesh. He keeps stimulating your nipples for a little longer before carefully pulling his hands away, making you whine softly at the loss of his touch.

"Don't worry, Princess, if you come with me to the bedroom, I will make you feel so good you'll forget just about anything but my name," Tony says, which excites you a lot. You practically run to his bedroom, and Tony can't help but chuckle, his gaze locked on the way your butt jiggles as you take each step.

It doesn't take long for Tony to appear in the bedroom, his jacket, tie, and shirt long gone, and his pants already open as he walks over to you on the bed. The brown in his eyes is almost completely gone as the lust has taken over, a smirk on his lips as he looks at you. This look has you feeling warm all over and your panties dampening even more until they're practically soaked through.

"Spread your beautiful thighs for me, Princess, so Daddy can see how wet your princess parts are for him," he says, and you do as he asks. A groan escapes his chest as he sees you're dripping for him, and he can't wait any longer as he sits on the bed, leaning down until his face is at eye level with your soaked pussy.

"Look at that, such a good girl for Daddy," he praises you as his hands guide your thighs even further apart to make room for him and his broad shoulders. He places a few soft, small kisses on the crease where your thighs meet your hips before moving to the wet fabric of your panties.

"So wet for me already, hm? I can't wait to have a taste of your sweet juices, Princess," he says, and without any further warning, he sucks the fabric of your panties into his mouth, letting the taste of you flood his tastebuds with a deep groan. He licks your clit through the fabric, which only adds to your pleasure, your back arching as you grind your hips against his face.

"D-Daddy! 'M close," you tell him as your hands grab his hair, but he doesn't give up, no matter how hard you pull on it. Instead, he only works harder to get you to your first orgasm of the night, as he's planning on giving you many, many more. He just groans in response as he keeps working your clit, and before you know it, your first orgasm washes over you, soaking the fabric in Tony's mouth even more.

He keeps working you through your orgasm until you push his head away, finally letting go of the fabric, which he quickly pulls off before throwing it on the floor. You're panting as you let your head fall back onto his pillows, a thin layer of sweat already adorning your skin. And this was only the first of the evening.

"Taste so sweet, Princess. Your juices always make me go crazy; I can never get enough of them, he tells you as, between the hickies, he sucks into the plush flesh of your soft thighs. He takes his sweet time decorating both with a litter of purple bruises before he gets up to take off his pants, finally freeing himself from the confinements.

He looks at you straight-faced, and what came out of his mouth next surprised you.

"I want you to sit on my face, Princess; I want to work you open nice and slow before I sink my thick, delicious monster of a cock into that tight, warm pussy of yours," Tony says to you, and you feel a gush of arousal between your thighs as you lift your head in astonishment.

"A-Are you sure?" you ask him, and he nods before kneeling in front of you on the bed.

"I've never been more sure about anything, Princess. There's nothing more than for you to sit on my face - sit, not hover - as I open you up for me," he tells you before capturing your lips with his, the feeling of his tongue in your mouth intoxicating you. Far too soon for your liking, he pulls away, giving you a questioning look.

"Okay," you tell him, and you let him get into position before you straddle his face in reverse cowgirl style and sink until your pussy is fully settled on his mouth and tongue. A groan leaves Tony's chest as he starts to eat you out, his warm tongue feeling a bit odd yet very pleasant inside your pussy.

As time goes on and the pleasure builds, you lay yourself down on his chest, his cock lying hard on his abdomen as pre-cum leaks from the tip. You give it an experimental lick, which makes him groan again, and it only adds to your pleasure. His tongue keeps going inside you as well as stimulating your clit as you take him into your hand, jerking him up and down slowly.

It's most definitely not the first time you will suck him off, but it has never been this intimate before. The times before this have always been in his lab, and after, you have always returned to your work as if it was part of your job, but this time is different in the best way possible.

When Tony carefully introduces two fingers into the mix as well, you let out a loud moan before grinding against them, fucking them in and out of yourself at a leisurely pace. As you do this, you wrap your lips around the tip of Tony's cock, your hand still pumping up and down over the velvety shaft.

"Hmmm, that's it," Tony moans as you take more and more of him into your mouth while he patiently keeps stretching you open. It doesn't take long for him to fit three fingers inside you comfortably, and he praises you for taking him so well. When you're about halfway down his shaft, you can't take any more of him, so you let your hand take care of the rest.

"One more finger, Princess, one more finger, and then I can finally make love to you the way I've been dreaming of for so long," he tells you, and you moan around his cock at the thought. As he stretches you with his fourth finger, he keeps sucking on your clit, and before you can even comprehend what's happening, you cum, squeezing his fingers like a vice.

The moans you let escape are almost enough to send Tony over the edge too, but he manages to hold out long enough not to cum, as he wants to fuck it deep into your pussy, and not your mouth. When you're finally adequately stretched, he lets you climb off before manhandling you in the position he wants you in, a squeal escaping when he does.

"There you go, Princess, that's just perfect," Tony says as he takes his place between your thighs, his cock still hard as a rock between his own, his balls heavy and full of cum.

"Ready?" he asks, and as soon as you nod, he lines up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. The tip easily glides in as you're dripping at this point, your arousal being all the lubricant you need to make this comfortable.

"God, this fucking pussy feels so good! And you know what's the best of it all?" Tony asks you as he sinks in further, and you shake your head. He grabs your thighs as he bends them back, giving him even more room to work with as he practically folds you in half.

"It's all mine. You're mine, and I'm never letting you go. Do you understand that? You're my girl, and no one else can have you," Tony says as he bottoms out, a long, deep moan following from both of you as he does. After you've adjusted to him, he repositions himself so he can fuck you the best way he knows how.

As he practically lays himself over your body, his biceps keeping your legs folded back, he sets a brutal pace that has you crying out his name. He knows you can handle more than you think, and if you ever need it, you can safeword at any moment in time, no questions asked. But you don't because you enjoyed being pounded like this - like he's using you like his human fleshlight.

Long, broken moans escape your lips as your eyes roll into the back of your head. The sound of balls slapping against your wet skin and Tony's groans all mix to make the most delicious yet dirty harmony, which neither of you can get enough of.

"Feels so good, Princess, squeezing Daddy's cock with this tight pussy of yours," he says, and the closer you're getting to his orgasm, the more you're looking for something to ground yourself. Eventually, you find his back, leaving many deep, dark red scratches.

The burning sensations on the scratches on his back only turn Tony on even more, his balls drawing closer to his body as he can't hold out much longer, his orgasm quickly approaching.

"God, 'm gonna cum, Princess! Gonna fuck every drop of my cum into your pussy until you're fucking pregnant with my baby! That's what you want, huh? Daddy's cum? I thought so," he says with a smirk, and it doesn't take long for both of you to cum at the same time, Tony shooting every last drop of his cum deep into you.

"Jesus, fuck! 'S so much cum for you, Princess, all for you," he says as he pants on top of you, the burning sensation of the scratches on his back making him chuckle.

"I love you, Princess; I love you so much," he whispers against your hair before he pulls out, making you whine at the loss of his cock inside your pussy. As he rolls onto his side, you carefully stretch your legs after the position he's had you in for a while, a groan leaving your lips at the feeling of your sore muscles.

"Daddy?" you ask in a small, slightly slurred voice.

"Yes, Princess?" he says as he looks at you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Love you too," you tell him with a small smile, and with that, he pulls you against his chest, getting some much-needed post-sex cuddles. This type of intimacy is something you enjoy, and finally, exploring it with Tony fills your heart with nothing but love.

Tony pulled the covers over both of you after you fell asleep, the exertion from earlier lulling you into a slumber immediately. After about an hour and a half, you wake up again with a rumbling belly.

"I can hear someone's a little hungry! How about this: I will run us a nice, hot bath, and while you get the first soak in the hot water, I'll prepare some of your favorite fruits. After that, I'll join you, and we can enjoy it together," he offers, and you nod.

The loss of Tony in the bed has you crawling deeper under the covers, rolling yourself up like a burrito as you wait for the bath to be filled and Tony to get you. Luckily, you don't have to wait long, and he's soon back in the bedroom to pick you up and let you sink into the bath.

The hot water is soothing for your sore muscles, specifically your hips and thighs, and with a sigh, you let yourself settle in the water while Tony goes to get the promised fruit. You close your eyes for just a few minutes, and once Tony's back with a bowl of different fruits, you make some room for him to join you.

"Hmm, the water feels perfect," he sighs as you get comfortable on his lap, and you nod in agreement. The two of you feed each other the different pieces of fruit, from strawberries and raspberries to some mango and pineapple, making it a delicious mix.

A comfortable silence has fallen over you as you finish the bowl of fruits before washing each other carefully. Taking a bath is something you very much enjoy, and to do it together with Tony only makes it about ten times better, and you already can't wait for the next one you get to take together.

Once you're both done and Tony has dried you off, he hands you one of his t-shirts to sleep in before he pulls on a pair of sweatpants, not bothering to put on a pair of boxers this time. As soon as you're back in Tony's arms, nestled deep under the covers, you fall into a deep sleep, which you need.

The following day, Tony woke up before you, but he left a note to let you know he was in the gym. So, as soon as you put on a pair of Tony's boxershorts, you quickly go to your bedroom to get dressed in sweatpants and an old t-shirt before breakfast, hoping it isn't too obvious you slept with Tony last night.

When you are in the kitchen, you quickly make yourself a smoothie bowl before heading to the gym and sitting on the pile of mats as you watch Tony work out. When your gaze meets his in the mirror he's standing in front of, he stops for a moment to wink at you and take his shirt off, only to be met with lots of gasps from everyone in the room.

While Tony assumes it's about his physique, you can see what's happening. You have scratched Tony so hard and deep that most of the lines have turned into bruises, making his back look like a cat's claw mauled it.

"Wow, Stark! Looks like you got lucky last night!" Natasha says as she looks at you, and the feeling of embarrassment runs through you.

"What are you-" is all he can say before someone shows him a picture of his back, and he gasps loudly. Not because he's horrified, but because he's proud that he made you feel so good last night, it's still visible today.

"I sure did, man! And this won't be the last time either," he says with a wink to you, and a broad smile appears on your face. He wears every single one of your marks with pride, and even though most people don't know they're from you, you still take pride in the fact you're the one who gave them to him.

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fictionalmenmakemecry · 7 months

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Fuckin' with the Ecosystem- Chapter 4

Character: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: You decide it was time for a new chapter. You pack up everything in New York and drive back to Chicago with Carmy by your side. Due to the stress you both feel from the move, you're both on edge which leads to a mess you have to deal with.

Warnings: Angst, cursing, fluff

A/n: Chapter 4 is here! The further this goes the more twisty it's gonna get! I'm only getting started. Poor Carmy always has the best of intentions but seems to get caught on the delivery. Thank you for all of the support guys. I really appreciate it. I have a taglist going, let me know if you want to get added!

If you haven't read, here's: Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 and Chapter 3

Enjoy!

As you put the key in your door and walk into your apartment, it hits you that you're starting a new chapter. Once you made the decision to move to Chicago, you rang your landlord, letting him know that you were moving out. He wasn't too pleased to hear about it. You told him that you'd find someone to sublet it for the remaining 3 months you had left on your lease. You knew it wasn't going to be a challenge as New York was continuously dealing with a renting shortage.

The two weeks flew by. You felt like you were always catching up on what needed to get done. But never being able to finish a task completely. You put an ad out for your sublet, and to say people were desperate was an understatement. You had several responses in minutes and multiple viewings arranged. Once you picked the few people who were good to sublet, you handed it over to your landlord, as he had the final approval. Within a day of that, you had an official date to move out, and suddenly, everything felt real. Before this, in your mind, you felt like you could change your decision, and it would have been okay. But now, you don't have an apartment next week, so now you had to move, whether you had wanted to or not.

"Getting cold feet?" Carmy voice spoke out of your phone.

"No, no.. just seeing my things in boxes is... making it real" you looked around seeing your frames leaning against the wall and your possessions all over the place disorganized.

"Your flight is good?" You asked, bring your focus back on the task on hand.

There was a moment of silence.

"Yea, think so. Here, let me send you the link to my flights" Carmy muttered

Your phone vibrated with an email notification labeled as "NY flight".

"Okay... well... I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" You asked, feeling your stomach flip realizing you'll be seeing him.

Since you've been so busy organizing everything, you forgot the whole point of the actual move. To start a new job in a new city, with great people and a close old friend. The stress was nearly over when it came to closing the chapter in New York, and was replaced that was excitement for Chicago.

"Sure will, don't stand me up." You sensed a smile off of him

You waited at the arrival gate, scanning the bundles of people coming out. Your eyes hopped face to face, until you finally recognized one. He walked up to you with open arms carrying his backpack on one shoulder. He was wearing his wool coat and white shirt combo. Always a classic for him. You gave a quick hug, breathing in his usual smell which was a mixture of cigarettes, deodorant and gum.

Carmy was relieved to see you waiting there. He noticed you before you noticed him. A warm sensation spread across his chest when your eyes landed on him and a smile broke out on your face immediately.

You both hopped on the subway, Carmy telling you everything that happened since you've been gone. He explained how Richie, Fak and Marcus has been busy breaking down the place. While Tina and Ebra have enrolled into a short eight week course in culinary school. Syd has been busy researching new flavors and themes for the restaurant.

"Suga' has been dealin-"

"IRS are being a pain in the ass" You cut him off walking down the street getting closer to your apartment.

"Yeah.. how did you know?" Carmy looked over surprised.

"We've been chatting on the daily. She keeps me in the loop. She's also been helping me find a place in Chicago." You grinned at him pulling out your keys as you came up to building.

"Oh.." He hummed and looked down.

"So, you know everything already. Why didn't you stop me?" He asked, him now feeling out of the loop.

"I like the sound of your voice babes" You mocked, opening the door.

You looked back at Carmy, who followed you into the lobby, giving you a smirk.

You both arrived at your apartment and swung the door open. He followed you in, dropping off his bag at the door.

"I have most of the small things packed away. It's alotta awkward big stuff I'm gonna need help with." You turned around to see Carmy looking around while walking further into your living room.

You felt vulnerable now that he was standing in your safe place. The place you called home for 4 years.

"I know- its not much bu-"

"It's.. its nice. Cosy," he landed his eyes back you, giving a gentle smile.

Your apartment was small and not the most modern. But over the years, you tried your best to make it yours. Your kitchen was a joke. You barely could swing a cat in it. But lucky for you, you worked in a restaurant which mostly kept you fed and you never really cooked anyway.

"That kitchen is an abomination," He stated, pointing at it in shock.

You chuckled knowing he was going to judge your kitchen.

"You wanna know the worst part?" You walked over and grinned.

You leaned over to the stove which was crammed in the corner of the kitchen. You opened the door of the oven. The door stopped 3/4 of the way before hitting the wall in front of it. You glanced over to Carmy who's jaw was open. He raised his arms to his head in dismay.

"What the actual fuck" He uttered, walking away with his head shaking.

With a busy couple of days ahead of you, you started getting errands done. Tomorrow was the final day, and there was still a lot of shit that needed to get sorted. He started breaking down your your bed frame and tables you had.

"Ikea piece of shit" He muttered to himself as he struggled with taking out a screw that was stripped.

"Who the fuck made this bed?" He yelled out to you from the bedroom.

You smiled to yourself, knowing he was going to love the answer.

"Take a guess" you yelled back.

"Dickhead Nick" He spat finally getting the screw loose.

You giggled to yourself hearing the string of curse words Carmy was uttering.

"Finally" He huffed, after half an hour of struggle.

You popped your head around the corner and watched Carmy gather the parts of the frame and put them all together in the corner of the room. The frame was heavy, but Carmy lifted it like it was nothing. You couldn't resist looking at his arms flexed with the movement of each piece. His arms against the tight sleeves of his shirt.

"You okay?" You snapped back to notice Carmy looking over at you, dusting his hands off.

"Yeah- yeah, sorry. I'm just tired," You walked away, feeling yourself blush from the thought of getting caught admiring him.

Carmy went to collect the rental truck as you finished off putting the last few things in boxes. That night, you both slept on the floor with a blanket and pillow. It didn't matter how uncomfortable it was. You were exhausted to the point of passing out.

You woke up with the sounds of your alarm. You picked up your phone to see 5:00 am. You looked over to the sight of Carmy laying on his stomach, his face smooshed into the pillow with his mouth half open. As you sat up, the floor boards creaked, making him stir. He stretched out his arms, yawning. His white shirt tossed beside him.

"Warm?" You rubbed your eyes.

He looked at you with his eyes half open. You flicked your eyes to the white bundle beside him. His eyes followed, and realized what you were talking about.

"Um- yeah. This place is fuckin' boilin' at night," he muttered sleepily, sitting up.

"Yeah, that's the one thing I don't like about this place." Your eyes traveled down to his bare chest. His gold chain resting against his skin. Your dragged your eyes away before he noticed.

You thought back to years ago when he was way more scrawny. He really had grown into his... physique. His shoulders were a lot more toned and built than you remember.

Hold up, you caught yourself. You stopped yourself going down that rabbit hole. It's been awhile since you've gotten any but you and Carmy have never been like that.

He leaned over and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing his hair all over, pushing his arms through.

"So... let's get ready, and pack the final things in the truck, sweep the place, and we should be good to go before traffic gets bad," you commented getting onto your feet and made your way to the bathroom.

"Heard" He mumbled rubbing his eyes.

You both worked your way through the apartment and played Tetris a little with trying to cram as much as possible in the truck.

"I'm tellin' you, if you take that out, you're just going to undo all the work we did last night." You grunted, getting annoyed with the constant struggle of your belongings.

"Lemme try." Carmy snapped back, glaring at you.

He handed you the box that you were both struggling to fit. You were beyond exhausted, and the thought of driving 12 hours put you in a further bad mood.

You watched, annoyed, as Carmy readjusted the lamp that was taking up too much space.

"I know you don't wanna have this in front with us, but you goin' hafta." He took out the tall lamp awkwardly, losing his patience with it. He wiggled it and angled it out. Then, he took the box off of you. He slotted it into the gap that was left behind by the lamp. He slammed the doors and turned to you, a small smile appearing on his face.

"What?" You barked, frowning back at him.

He stared at you for a moment.

"Nothin," he shook his head, the smile still on his face.

If he was honest, he couldn't stay annoyed at you when he looked over and saw how pissed you were, holding your lamp. He thought about how rough you both were . Your hair tied away from your face, and his just a bush on his head. Both sporting bags under your eyes. You standing there holding a lamp angerly, just shifted something inside him. To him, you looked ... cute? He couldn't place the words. He dismissed the thought quickly but with the remnants of the smile left behind. You both had a lot of shit to get through today, and he's thoughts weren't on top of the list.

You entered your old apartment for the last time. Completely empty. The walls looked bare after so long filled with your favorite pictures and posters. You walked through all the rooms and checked the closets to make sure nothing was left behind.

You glanced down the hallway to see Carmy leaning against the wall, playing with the truck keys absent-mindedly. Two months ago, you were minding your business, figuring out your next job in New York. With one phone call, now you're moving to Chicago to work in a non-existent restaurant.

You made your way back to him, and you took one more look before closing the door.

"Ready?" He asked, looking back at you.

You nodded, smiling back at him.

With a long road ahead of you, you decided to take turns driving the truck. Carmy offered first. You didn't know if because he saw how tired you were, or he was just being kind. Twenty minutes into the journey, you were conked out.

One arm on the steering wheel, the other resting on the door, he would glance from time to time over to you. You leaned up against the other side of the truck with your head against the window using your hoodie as a make-shift pillow.

Carmy had a constant knot in his stomach the last week. He felt excited to see the plan that you made actually happen. It really did feel like a new beginning had started. The restaurant being remodeled and you moving to Chicago, it felt real. For once, he was actually feeling hopeful about the future.

Along the journey, you made a few pitstops for bathroom breaks and snacks.

"Where... ar wehh?" Carmy lifted his head feeling the truck coming to a stop outside a gas station.

" I dunno, fuck middle nowhere Pennsylvania," you said before getting out of the car.

"Still? Fuckin' hell. How big is this state?" He groaned, readjusting his head.

You came back with two energy drinks, and you threw him a bag of chips.

"Thanks," he mumbled

"It's the only payment you're getting for helping me move." You smirked, cracking open a can.

You heard him give a light chuckle before putting his head down again.

Once the sun came up, you both felt more awake. It a crisp winter morning. Cold, fresh, but the sun was shining with a clear sky.

You pulled over for another pit stop.

"Huhh" Carmy readjusted in his seat, completely disorientated from his power nap.

"Needa pee" you said restlessly.

"Again?" Carmy complained

"Energy drinks run through me"

The truck came to a halt. You jumped out and raced inside, barely waiting for the automatic doors to open fully before going in.

Carmy sat up in his seat and decided it was his turn to drive. He made his way to the driver side. He thought to himself for a moment before turning on the truck, putting it into drive, and pulled away.

He had no idea what got into him, but he wanted to fuck with you.

He had moved the truck to the other opposite side of the gas station, to the point where you would have to turn around to see it as you walked back to the old parking spot.

He watched the door waiting for you to come out. His hand resting against his mouth, tapping his finger on the steering wheel.

You walked out in the direction where the truck was parked, to see it not there anymore. You swore you parked it right there, took glance around to your left and right.

Were you losing mind?

Did Carmy take off?

Doubtful but it did pop into your mind.

Carmy continued to watch from the driver seat. A sneaky smile emerging on his face, he watches you look around. He could tell you thought you were losing your mind.

He gave the steering wheel a light push, and a short horn blared out of the truck. He saw you whip around from the sound, and a smile popped up on your face.

You went to the truck and got in the passenger side.

"You fucker" you giggled punching him lightly in the arm.

"Gotta keep you on your toes." He chuckled, rubbing this arm where you hit.

"I thought you dipped." You said securing your seat belt.

"Na, I'm not that bad," Carmy pulled out of the gas station.

For the next couple of hours, you chatted about random things, trying to keep you both dying from boredom. The conversation would get interrupted with Carmy's road rage of people cutting him off and traffic building up as you got closer to the cities.

"Why the fuck would Google Maps bring us on this route, it's slammed" He glanced at his phone

"Cause someone wanted to avoid tolls" You rolled your eyes to him.

"You fuckin' think I'm willing going to pay 90 dollars to those bastards?" He lightly hit the steering wheel in frustration.

"Well it would only be half-"

"It's not about the money..." He broke off as you both crawled along the road.

Nine hours into the twelve hour road trip, and both of you were starting to feel it. You were looking rough to begin with, but now you both felt just as rough.

With you behind the steering wheel again, you glanced over and saw him gaze out the window, his head leaned back. You didn't know if he was asleep. The sun was slowly starting to make its way down. The dusky sky was followed by an early dark night.

"Pull over at the next gas station." Carmy spoke up, looking over at you.

"Why?" You checked your rearview mirror and blind spot before turning your blinker on.

"Chicago is a mess when it comes to one ways. It'll be easier if I drive the rest of the way" He explained licking his lips.

You didn't fight him on this. You hated driving in a new city, the stress of the traffic, especially in a truck that was a lot bigger than your old car, you were glad he offered.

You switched sides and felt a ping of sadness that the road trip was near to an end. You were glad that the move was finally over, but wished you appreciated being around Carmy more. You felt the need to cling onto every minute spent with him. The feeling that you got in your stomach, your gut. You haven't felt that in a long time. The peace you had with him when cruising down the highway.

"What's your address?" He asked as you pulled up to a stop at a red light.

You pulled up your email confirming your lease contract on your new apartment. He glanced over, his eyebrows immediately popping up.

"You're fuckin' kidding me, ight?" He scoffed.

"What?" A hint of worry in your voice.

"Could you have picked a rougher neighborhood?" He asked sarcastically.

"I asked Sugar an-"

"Suga hasn't a fuckin' clue. Why didn't you ask me? Or anyone else...." He ridiculed.

"It can't be that bad." You dismissed his attitude, trying to reassure yourself.

There was a moment of silence with the red light turning green.

"Fuck- okay. it's fine. But if any- I mean any shit goes on, you immediately call me or Richie, okay?" He took his eyes off the road staring at you.

"Yea- yes, of course" You nodded pressing your lips in a fine line.

As you traveled through Chicago, you looked through the perspective of it as your new home. You took note of maybe some cafes and shops you wanted to go visit. You started to see more and more neglected buildings as you got closer and closer to your new apartment.

"I didn't have many options." You blurted out.

"With the timeframe I had and what I can afford right now. It was between this place and another, but I would have to wait another week before getting the other place, " you explained, feeling uneasy looking out at the streets.

"W-why didn't you tell me? We could have worked something out? You know I would have fixed you up with somethin'," He said softly.

You looked over and saw his eyes soften. You felt guilt, layered on top of all the negative feelings that were in your stomach right now.

"I didn't want to be in the way. I felt like I was already a burden with taking you away from the restaurant for the last couple of days" You brought your head down not wanting to go down this train of thought.

Carmy brought his hand up to his face and rubbed his forehead. He didn't want to make the situation worse. He wanted to pick his words carefully, feeling your uneasiness beside him.

"Look, the place isn't probably that bad and it's not forever" He gave a small smile trying to comfort you.

"Six months" You whispered feeling completely disheartened by the change in atmosphere in the last couple of moments.

"Yea- that's good. That'll fly by" He smiled again.

But it was too late, his first reaction was the real one and not what you needed. To move to a big city by yourself is hard enough. To do it in the bad part of town is not something you wanted to also deal with.

"What number?" He asked, looking out his side window

"Two thirty," you whispered.

Carmy continued down the street at a slow speed, keeping track of the numbers on the buildings.

"Here" He pointed in front of him pulling over to the curb.

You didn't even want to look. The weight in your stomach was keeping you from looking up. The adrenaline from New York had worn off, leaving you with disappointment and worry.

Carmy hopped out of the truck and was looking at a building that was a little run down, but the entrance was clean, and there were no dodgy people around that he noticed right away. He looked up and down the street to see a corner shop and a laundromat closest. He instinctively took out a cigarette and light it inhaling the smoke. He turned back to the truck window to still see you in the seat, looking down.

"Shit" He muttered to himself knowing he fucked up. He had to say exactly what was on his mind. He couldn't just keep it to himself and wait til' you got here. He mindlessly kicked a pebble on the ground while finishing his cigarette, trying to think what would be the best thing to do. He didn't want to make things worse. You were both on your reserves when it came to energy and patience with each other. He didn't want to stumble at the final hurdle.

After a few minutes, you heard the door being pulled open on your side.

"Hey... Look, I'm sorry... this is a really nice building from what I can see..." He braced his arm on the door jam.

"You're just sayin-"

"I'm not... I'm really not. I'll promise to tell you if your apartment looks like a shithole when we go see it"

You looked up to see his dead serious face break into a smile. You felt a smile creep up on your face even though you didn't want it to.

"C'mon" He nodded up, bringing his hand out for you to grab.

He helped you down off the truck, and you went inside with him right behind.

As you went to the building managers office, he walked around feeling out the place. He walked to the mailing room, which was a mess with piles of neglected mail from past tenants.

The place overall smelt like stale bleach. It was dated and worn, but it was clean. He was grateful for that.

"Got it"

He noticed how quiet you were. He would looked over and you give him a weak smile. But deep inside he knew you weren't okay. He wanted to hug you and hold you. He never had the intension to hurt you and he was pissed off with himself that he did.

You made your way to the fourth floor and made a wrong turn on the hallway before turning back.

"Here it is, 46C," you hummed, sticking the key in the hole.

With the door swinging open, you both walked in. The layout was close to your old apartment. The door opened to the living room with a hallway to your left where the kitchen and bedroom lead.

You walked into the living room where blank walls faced you with two windows looking out to the street below.

"Bathroom isn't bad" you heard Carmy call out further in the apartment.

You walked over to see him sitting on the toilet lid.

"I see you're giving it a test ride," you chuckled.

"Someone has to." He shrugged jokingly.

Him seeing you chuckle, even if it was a light one made him feel somewhat better than he didn't completely wreck the evening.

You turned around to see the bedroom directly across. It could comfortably fit a queen bed, which was a relief. From the pictures, you couldn't tell if the bed would be cramped in it.

"So, I was thinking the bed would be here?" You whipped around, spreading your arms, imitating the size of the bed.

"In the middle?" Carmy asked walking in behind.

You nodded, turning around to face the wall.

"Yeah... I think that would work," you grinned seeing the potential in this room.

You continued to imagine how the rest of your belongings would fit in your new bedroom.

"Let's get started. There's a lot to move still," he made his way out of the room.

The curse words that were uttered from both of you as you awkwardly moved the big pieces of furniture first. It was a close call when it came to the mattress fitting in the elevator. Carmy was adamant that it was going to fit.

"No way in fuckin' hell was I gonna drag this shit up four floors." He gave out as he was crushed against the elevator holding the mattress.

Both of your faces were flushed red and sweat gleaming from the heavy lifting.

Carmy and you struggled as you dragged the plastic covered mattress down the hall to your apartment. It was the last of the big pieces with mostly boxes left to carry.

Another hour, and the truck was finally empty. You took your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Eight o clock shined back at you.

"Damn, getting pretty late" You huffed, pushing the stray hairs from your face.

"I'll return the truck tomorrow," you continued watching Carmy close the back doors of the truck.

You stood there looking at each other for a beat.

"I better head home," Carmy said, taking a few steps back.

"What? No- I owe you dinner. It's the least I could do", you crossed your arms, feeling the cold around you.

"You sure?" He checked, with his head down looking up through his lids.

With Chinese on your lap, you looked across to see Carmy lean up against one of your many boxes with his legs stretched out in front of him on the floor.

"You're right, it's pretty good," you hummed, enjoying the burst of flavor in your mouth.

Carmy nodded along, tucking into this food eagerly.

The apartment was mostly quiet with the odd random distant yell from outside, you presumed to be crackheads.

"I know you won't believe me, but I really do like this place" He looked up around your living room.

"The location is shit, but..."

"I know, but this place has potential." You smiled, finishing off his sentence.

"Yeah," He said in a soft tone, turning up the corners of his mouth.

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment. You traveled your eyes down his neck, chest, and down his arms.

You would be lying to yourself if you didn't notice his arms when he helped your lift heavy boxes. He refused to let you lift anything that he thought you might struggle with. He was considerate. Always thinking about you in a way that no one else would. Your friendship meant so much to you. In a moment like this, you felt that you might need his friendship a lot more than he might need yours.

Here you are, in Chicago. Working with one of your closest friends. Nothing else is here, only him. The vulnerability you felt in that moment, developed fear that you hadn't felt before.

"I can't believe you're actually here" Carmy spoke out, breaking your swirling thoughts.

"I know, it's just hitting me too," you said in a dissociated daze.

His eyebrows furrowed for a brief moment, wondering what you were thinking. Were you regretting your decision?

"I think you'll like Chicago," He said positively, keeping his eyes on you.

"Mhmmm," you murmured, your eyes glazed over and your mind in another world of your own.

"Y-you're not regretting your de-"

You snapped out of your trance and glanced over to Carmy to see his face covered in concern.

"No- no, no." You shook your head and smiled reassuringly.

He played with the food left over on his lap.

"Well... um.. you know I'm here, right?" He questioned.

"I know," you murmured, bringing your head down.

"I'm not goin' anywhere." He continued, leaning forward, trying to meet your eye line.

There was this sadness that you couldn't shake since getting here. You could feel it deep in your stomach. Was it anxiety? That reality has finally hit you in the face? The excitement that you felt earlier wasn't there and it worried you even more.

Carmy knew there was something up. You weren't present since you've arrived. It was a long few days for both of you, and it could have been exhaustion, but he didn't want to leave you alone. He felt guilty just walking away, especially when something was up.

You kept your head down, not wanting to make eye contact with him. You were afraid that if you did, you would completely break down and cry.

A moment later, you just heard him shuffle. You felt a warm hand on top of yours. You saw inked fingers grasp yours and a body of warmth wrapping you in a hug.

You couldn't hold back. You felt your tears spill over. You turned into his chest and buried your face into his white t-shirt.

"It's okay... you'll be okay. " He hummed and pressed you closer to him.

You sat there for a couple of moments. No other words were spoken. His embrace eased the anxiety that you were feeling. You had no idea what came over you. This was not the feeling you were expecting when first moving in.

You eventually pulled away, wiping your puffy eyes. Your face was red hot from all the crying.

"I-I'm sorry." You forced a smile on your face.

He looked at you with a comforting smile, his blue eyes flickering between yours.

"Don't be." He whispered, his arm still wrapped around you.

"I'm.... just glad to be here for you." His thumb caressed the back of your hand.

Both of you sat in your new apartment floor in between several boxes scattered. The apartment was cold and bare, but Carmy was radiating heat. You leaned into him with your legs against each other. You looked away from his kind blue eyes and sniffled. You wanted to savor this moment. The peace you felt with him.

Your soft hand under his rough fingertips made him realise that he would be happy staying like this all night. If you wanted him there, he wouldn't budge. His thoughts carried on from what your hand felt like to what maybe your lips would feel like. He could only imagine the tenderness he would feel against his.

What the hell is wrong with you?

She needs you. Don't fuck this up.

You eventually looked up at him again. Your eyes gazed at his beautiful messy hair, his fatigue blue eyes, and... his lips.

You went back to his eyes to catch him looking down at your lips. Your breath caught in your throat. Both of your eyes met in that second. Your faces inches away from each other.

Both of you scared to lean in. Both of you wanted it more than anything.

His rough fingertips grazing your cheek so lightly.

In that moment, you realized what you were risking. Did you really want to go down the same path you went down before? You move for a boy, fall for a boy... get hurt by a boy.

Carmy was all you got right now. You didn't want to risk anything that would make you lose that. As much you wanted to kiss him and give into every urge you had, the sting of your previous mistake was still there in the back of you mind. In this moment, you needed to take a step back before you did something you might regret.

You dropped your head not wanting to look into his eyes with what you were going to say next.

"Carmy...I-I can't," your voice barely audible.

"Fuck, I'm sorry- I don't..." He fumbled.

"I just... I've been here before. I can't make the same mistake,"

Carmy pulled away from you completely. His hands left yours, you felt the absence of heat immediately after he pulled away.

"I-I fucked up, I'm sorry" He shuffled to his feet.

"It's not that..." You tried to get words out, but before you knew it, Carmy had grabbed his jacket and was on his way out.

"Carmen," you sternly called out, getting up from the floor.

But the door was already shut. Your gut was twisting back and forth. You were so dazed on what just happened. It was too fast for you to even digest. You stood there for several moments trying to understand what was going on.

The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him. You felt your stomach churn realizing that you might have destroyed one of your closest friendships. You wanted him, you wanted to explain how you felt. You wanted him to convince you that you weren't making a mistake.

The deep feeling of anxiety in your stomach had emerged again, only this time much worse. As tears rolled down your face, you barely had the energy or will to tear the plastic wrapping off your mattress and root in the box, that was labeled 'bedding', to get a pillow and blanket. You let your body fall back on the mattress and instantly closed your eyes. This was suppose to be a new beginning in a new city. That clearly wasn't happening now that you've hurt one of the only people who you were close to in this city. The sirens in distance helped you phase into a deep sleep. Fatigue finally taking over your body. You didn't have any energy left to do anything else.

Carmy got back to his apartment, his stomach in knots. repeating the last moment he had with you. Remembering the pounding in his heart when looking into your eyes. Then, the sensation morphing into a sharp pain when you said his name in a negative tone.

He couldn't stop thinking about it over and over. He didn't even remember walking home. After you said his name, everything turned into a blur. The tone in your voice made him feel ashamed of himself. Were you disappointed in him as a friend when you needed him most? That you thought he was trying to take advantage of you at your most vulnerable? All these thoughts were whizzing around in his brain. His rational thoughts were no longer pushing through.

Should he have stayed to explain himself? Explain what he felt for you was something real that he's never had before. It's the surest thing that he has in his life right now, his feelings for you.

The last few days his thoughts made it plainly obvious that he wants to be more than friends. He was able to admire you when he usually couldn't. The everyday you. The you that was sleeping, eating, just living. He caught himself smiling to himself multiple times for no real reason. The only difference was, he was around you.

He kicked his shoes in the corner, dropping his jacket on the ground before dropping back on the couch. To say he was deflated was an understatement. The thought of seeing you tomorrow would usually make his pulse speedup but now, he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

He went through all the awful scenarios in his head. Were you going to ignore him? Or tell him to fuck off? Or tell him that you only ever saw him as a friend? Nothing else.

The last one drove a lump in his throat. He knew he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. He didn't even care if he didn't. The only thing he wanted now was tomorrow to go by as fast and painlessly as possible.

Chapter 5

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cheri-2047 · 13 days

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Wriothesley? Wriothesley x reader? Please, I love Wriothesley- I am so unhinged for him. Anything, I will take anything. Just Wriothesley-

HI ANON!!! This is gonna be included in my weekly poll since the one who won last week was wriothesley !!!

I’ll be having multiple situations and these are just headcanons :3

Wriothesley x Reader bf headcanons

WARNINGS: NONE!! Some mentions of alcohol though

IN THE MORNINGS:

The moment you wake up, no matter what position you sleep in, you find your back on Wriothelsey’s chest as he becomes a big spoon for you

He usually wakes up first, mostly out of habit from work and from when he was arrested, but he will NEVER leave you until you get up.

When you wake up, wriothesley turns you so he hugs you and presses a kiss on your forehead “good morning dear…”

On days you shower first, he cooks bfast and vise versa

You Two head off to work together, but wriothesley always drops you off first before leaving to get back to the fortress of meropide.

DURING WORK HOURS:

Wriothesley messages you every once in awhile to ask if you’re okay, or just to simply say hi.

Sometimes, wriothesley has to work overnight or not even come back home for long periods of time. Because of this, you visit and keep him company sometimes in his spare room in the fortress of meropede.

Whenever you visit, he makes sure sigewinne (I think it’s sigewinne who makes the food in the story quest, please correct me if I’m wrong) prepares really good food, that’s why the prisoners love it when you’re there, since they get a guaranteed good meal.

He feels bad about just having a bed and bathroom in his room, since he didn’t really care much for furniture there, but he started making an effort to buy trinkets or small decorations so you would feel more at home (even if you assure him that he doesn’t have to)

Sometimes when he’s not busy, he would visit you at YOUR work. If you’re ever in a meeting, wriothesley would peek from outside the meeting room and wait for you to finish.

AT NIGHT:

He would cuddle you in any position you’d like, whatever makes you happy.

He would give you a goodnight kiss before you fall asleep but even after you sleep he kisses you a few more times on your cheeks and forehead before going to sleep afterwards.

During bad days, hee really appreciate it if you whisper good things to his ear to lull him to sleep.

Whenever you get a nightmare, wriothesley makes you a cup of your favorite tea before leading you to the bed once more

If you’re cold, he would make it an effort to hug you tighter and bring you closer to him.

OTHER SCENARIOS:

WHEN YOURE SICK:

He takes a day off. Wriothesley informs the staff to take over for him and immediately calls sigewinne to your shared home.

The moment he sees sigewinne writing on her clipboard to prescribe you, he immediately runs to the store and buys you a bunch of medicines

He would pamper you all day, it gets a bit lonely on your bed since he is doing all the chores but wriothesley insists. (That is until you ask him to stay in bed with you)

No matter how bad the sickness, he does not care. He would stay with you and is overall quite protective of you.

WHEN YOURE DRUNK (at a bar):

He would have a spare change of clothes, not to do dirty things but to cover you a bit more up to protect you from creeps.

If you refuse, he would still try to do it, but then in the end he ends up just making sure nobody touches you or hurts you from afar.

He tells the bartender to just not give you anymore alcohol when he notices you’re drinking more than you could take. “Just…put everything but the alcohol”

He feels a bit bad cause in his perspective he’s controlling, and he apologizes for it when you’re sober.

Wriothesley brings you home and gives you a bath before tucking you in to bed.

KISSES:

Wriothesley would kiss you as a “hi” like if you drop by in his office or in the mornings

On your first kiss, he smiled and gave you a hug before saying “I love you”

Wriothesley loves to see your surprised face after you kiss him. He finds it amusing and laughs.

For PDA, if you’re uncomfy then he would respect that, but if you’re not, he would kiss you mostly on the cheek but sometimes on the lips too.

Whenever he sees you talking to someone a bit too closely or they’re being a bit of a creep, he rounds up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder before kissing your head. “Let’s go home shall we darling? I’m quite tired…”

Ran outta ideas but whatever, anyways go eat your food wriothesley simps and no this is not proofread. If I accidentally mischaracterized him mb folks, please tell me if I did.

#wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #headcanons #fluff #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #wriothesley fluff #wriothesley headcanons #fontaine

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mystarsohee · 9 days

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Hiiii, would it be ok to request something really soft and cozy with cg!Taeil? No pressure, I just love your writing and I'm curious about how you'd write him

lullaby

genre: so much fluff!

restless nights with taeil lead to the familiar voice of his flowing through the air

!!! non-sexual agere, only cg name used is daddy.

cg!taeil gn!reader

"hi baby. lets get ready for bed now?"

taeil says, as he comes near you who is sitting on the couch watching tv.

"can i finish this episode?? pleaseee daddy?"

you bat your eyelashes up towards him, in hopes to extend your tv time just a bit longer. knowing taeil, he gave into your pleas. he takes a seat right next to you, placing his arm around your shoulder to keep his baby close.

the two of you stayed like this for around 10 minutes, until the end credits started to roll. you thought you were slick and stayed put, hoping the autoplay would start the next episode without taeil noticing. but he knows you way too well, you've tried to do this multiple times (he won't admit that it works on occasion) taeils already a step ahead of you, and has the remote already in hand, turning off the tv.

with swift yet careful movements, he carries you to the bathroom so you could get ready for bed together. taeil brushed your teeth with a fruity flavored toothpaste, since the usual mint made your mouth feel weird. after you rinsed, you watched him brush his own teeth. it was so mesmerizing, something about him. he was doing a simple task, yet he looked so so handsome doing it.

"whatcha thinking bout?" he questioned, with his toothpaste filled mouth. you could barely understand him!

"uhh.." your words were cut off with giggles, he did look a bit silly right now!

he ruffled your hair a little, before rinsing out his mouth. with a pout, you turned back to the mirror to attempt to fix your hair. taeil let you rub the moisturizer into his face, in exchange, you let him rub it into yours! many, many, giggles were shared.

when you and taeil were in appropriate clothes for rest, he once again carried you to your shared bed. he placed you down, and handed you a stuffed animal you seemed to be attached to currently. getting comfortable, he pulled you closer and began to fall asleep.

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eventually, taeil began to stir. it was still pitch black outside. he noticed you weren't in his arms anymore, pretty common since you tend to move in your sleep. he also noticed your uneven breathing. and the way you kept moving your position slightly.

"baby? are you uh- awake?" taeil whispered, just in case you were just sleeping weird.

"hmmmpph.. yea.." you replied and turned to him, sounding somewhat upset.

the room was pretty much dark, except for the nightlight which lit the room a little bit. despite that, he could see the remnants of a number of tears and the distress in your expression. taeil looked at the colored alarm clock on your bedside table, the time read 1:46am.

"have you been awake this whole time?" he asked.

"dunno daddy... just.. just can't sleep." you started to feel tears again.

you hated not being able to sleep. it wasn't anything serious, just the occasional nights where your mind wouldn't leave you alone! it also wasn't anything bad, usually you couldn't stop thinking about taeil, or whatever show you were into at the time.

he pulled you close, and started to rub your back.

"i can talk you to sleep if that'll help?" taeil asked, he knows it helps sometimes.

you nodded, along with a hum to show your agreement.

so taeil did just as he said. he talked. talked about what he did today, about what his plans are for the week, about his members, anything that came to mind. he even started to talk about you! just different things he adores about the way you are.

he talked about how cute it is when you mispronounce words, the way your face lights up whenever you're at the playground, and also about how you uplift his mood when you're around. he talks about your hugs, how they make him feel so warm inside.

you cut him off, "you really think all those things daddy?"

he really thought you were asleep already. turns out you listened to every word he said to you.

"yeah, of course i do. everything i said about you is true."

"i love you, daddy."

"i love you more my baby."

he planted a kiss to your head. its been almost 45 minutes since he woke up from sleep, and taeil realized that talking you to sleep wasn't gonna work tonight, so he did the next best thing.

"do you want me to sing you a lullaby?" he asked.

obviously, you said yes. who wouldn't want taeil to sing them to sleep? cmon, his voice is so beautiful theres no way you could turn it down.

he cleared his throat, and started to sing. you were unfamiliar with the melody as well as the lyrics, so you put two and two together and concluded that he was probably singing an unreleased song. it was so beautiful, and that was emphasized with taeils soft vocals.

his voice flooded through your ears, and finally, your eyes began to feel heavy. after hours of trying to sleep, taeil saved the day (night?) with his angelic voice.

you were forever grateful for taeil. you probably wouldve been up all night long if it weren't for him sending you to dreamland.

by the time taeil finished singing a second song, he found that you were long asleep. smiling to himself, he is so glad that he's able to help you when you have troubles. he wants to be there to help you all the time, even if its not about falling asleep at night. for a good while, taeil takes the time to stare at your sleeping face. you looked so peaceful at this hour, yet he felt so terrible knowing you were up, alone, trying to sleep. he wishes you came to him earlier. but nonetheless, you were asleep, and in a few minutes, taeil would be too.

author note: cmon, what could you possibly expect to get out of requesting cg!taeil if hes not using his godly singing voice to sing baby to sleep? anyways, i used some of my mutuals hcs for taeil as inspo for this! i hope you enjoyed anon, and im sorry it took longer than i usually take for reqs!

as always, feedback is always appreciated 💕

#mystarsohee #kpop agere #sfw agere #kpop #cg!taeil #taeil #moon taeil #nct agere #nct #nct 127 agere #nct 127 #nct fluff #fluff #taeil fluff

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just because you just answered an ask about kon stories i am still made at the superboy man of tomorrow for setting up such an interesting arc with kon feeling superfluous to the superfamily, and clark not even noticing for a while that he’s left the planet, for such a supremely average comic and kon hand waving clark’s single attempt at an apology like it didn’t matter.

I one hundred percent agree with you, but I also feel like...it's almost not the Superboy mini's fault it was mid, because...what the hell kind of character development are we going to get out of any miniseries? Especially in the 2020s, where all miniseries are like, Issue 1: Introduce the concept; Issues 2-5: Nonstop action!; Issue 6: I guess we have to wrap things up now? There's no room for any kind of character or relationship growth because contemporary comic book storytelling simply isn't structured that way.

I did a deep dive into 80s/90s Superman comics a few months ago, and one thing that really struck me was how much time they spent on character. There were a billion subplots and every supporting character got one. Every issue told me not just what was going on for both Superman and Clark Kent, but what was going on with Lois, Jimmy, Ma and Pa, Perry, Perry's wife, Perry's terrible son Jerry, Cat Grant, Pete Ross and Lana Lang, Jose Delgado (MISS U JOSE, COME BACK TO ME), Professor Hamilton, Lex, and usually a handful of other antagonists. Pete and Lana didn't even live in Metropolis or Smallville or hang out with any of the other main characters, and the comics were still constantly like "Better check in on Pete and Lana!" And it never felt overfull, because the comics were structured to keep the central plot moving forward while always juggling multiple narrative balls, so that when, for example, Superman finished saving Cat from Morgan Edge and Intergang, the latest Jimmy plotline would be ready to take center stage.

I'm mostly enjoying the current era of Superbooks because I like seeing all my blorbos, but I'm frustrated too, because they finally have the whole Superfamily all hanging out all the time and they haven't actually done anything with it but let them all strike a dramatic pose on a splash page once per issue. (And, I guess, hint vaguely that various characters feel insecure - Kon, Jon, Kara, Karen - but never ever ever let those hints become satisfying stories.) Between Superman and Action Comics (especially when the latter was still an anthology book), they absolutely have the page count to tell a story about whatever villain Clark is currently fighting...and also Lois's struggles to lead up the Planet while Perry is in the hospital, and also Jon adjusting to not being the baby anymore in the face of his own lost childhood, and also Kon coming to terms with the Lex side of his DNA, and also Kara getting to do literally anything interesting, and also Kenan adjusting to living in America (...is he???), and so on. They're just letting a limited story bloat to fill the page count, instead of adding more story.

I mean. I cannot imagine picking up a Superman book in 1989 and not knowing what a character's job was or where they lived. Where the fuck do Kara or Kenan live? Is Jon living at home? How did the Kents fit two extra children in their apartment, then? What the hell does Jon do all day if he gave up on school after 20 minutes? If Kon is still in high school as that one terrible backup story implied, why is it not a problem for him to go into space for weeks or spend every day in Metropolis? Is Kenan commuting from China? Do Kara and Natasha have jobs? WHAT DO THESE PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY ARE NOT SPLASH PAGE POSING???

Anyway. All that was a little beside the point of what you asked, but I think my point was: we're never going to get anything satisfying with Kon (or Jon, or Kara, or anyone else) until a) he gets to take up space in an ongoing that b) is concerned with something more than fighting the latest villain or Shocking Revelations.

#superboy #kon el #superman #superfamily #comics #meta

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sunbaby01 · 1 year

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JJ Maybank x reader

Based off the image below <3 (expect a hell of a lot more JJ bc I’ve just binged start to finish of OBX and I’m obsessed)

Along with the promise of no regrets for the summer, Eva had made herself a promise to capture as many photos from summer as they could on her moms old, slightly bust up film camera. Sure, she could buy a new one with the money saved from working at the wreck, hell if she was a kook she would’ve bought the most expensive one. But Eva was a Pogue through and through having been always taught ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ buying a new one didn’t even enter her mind.

The pictures didn’t have to be particularly pretty or perfect but more so capture the times that filled her with so much joy or peace that made her cheeks hurt or eyes crinkle. A snap here or there of John B and Sarah, a few of Kie while they messed around at work, Pope on their fishing trips and of course JJ. Just simply being JJ, she really didn’t have an excuse as to why there were more photos snapped of him than anyone, whether that was him on HMS Pogue, at a kegger, rolling and smoking a J or just being him. He was her favourite person to look at and to be with.

The Pogues were confused at first to the click they’d hear in the background until gradually they paid it no mind, glad to have someone capturing their youth. Even some of them started taking the odd photo with it.

“How many of those do you have now” Kie nodded to the roll of film she placed with the others, in a tattered shoebox kept at the chateau.

“3 or 4 I think…I got a bit snap happy” she shrugged guiltily.

“When’re we gonna see them?” Pope asked her, “I’m surprised you haven’t developed any yet”

“Soon…I’m just waiting to be paid and I probably will then. Shit ain’t cheap” she snorted pushing away the guilty feeling and checked her pockets cursing when she came up empty.

“Shit…I’d better get home, need to grab another roll before the sunset. I’m hoping it’s a good one” she smiled at them all going around and placing a kiss on each of their cheeks lingering on JJ’s and ignoring Sarah’s quirked brow as she pulled away.

“Hey! Wait up!” His voice sent shivers through her, “didn’t think you could get away that easy could you” he smirked wrapping an exposed arm over her shoulder and pulling her into his side.

“J it’s a 10 minute walk, if that” she tried to reason giggling when he stumbled slightly.

“10 extra minutes with you” he shrugged as if it was nothing looking straight ahead, as if his words hadn’t caused her stomach to be bombarded with butterflies.

“Flirt” she nudged him, cursing herself for leaving the extra roll at home when she saw the way the sun hit his skin.

“For you? Always baby” he nudged her back and opened the chipped gate for her letting him lead her to her front door, house empty as usual.

“Well I’ll leave you-“ he rubbed his neck eyes darting round looking for some excuse to stay.

“Wanna watch it with me? The sunset?” She dared to ask noticing his hovering.

“Yes- I mean yeah” he tried to recover and she hid her smile looking down.

“Great…I’m just gonna grab us a drink and find some snacks to take. Will you grab my extra roll? It’s in a white box under my bed” she headed to the kitchen not thinking twice, completely overwhelmed at the joy in his eyes when she asked him to stay.

JJ headed to her room body on autopilot, gently pushing her door open and taking in the scent of her perfume that still lay in the air. Despite being in here multiple times before, his eyes always flitted around looking for any changes he may have missed, smiling at the sweatshirt thrown on her bed - his from their last beach outing a few weeks back. He’d told her to keep it but didn’t think she’d still be wearing it.

“What do you wanna eat and drink?” Her voice rang through the house snapping him out of it.

“I’m not fussy” he called back.

He knelt down reaching under her bed and pulled out the box she’d described, opening it to see at least 5 more new rolls of film. She wasn’t lying, her mom really had gone over the top for her birthday. Two envelopes sat amongst the rolls and his fingers itched to open them. She wouldn’t mind right? She’d asked him to go in this box. His brows furrowed as he lifted it out and opened the first envelope to find developed film photos. Sure, he could’ve been mistaken but then he saw the one he took of him with kie asleep in the background.

She’d gotten the photos developed despite claiming she hadn’t yet.

“Why would you lie” he murmured to himself flicking through the photos reminiscing the days before placing them back in the envelope.

“J!” She called and his body froze waiting to hear the creaking floorboards that never came, “I’m just gonna call my mom and tell her we won’t be in for dinner”

“Okay!” He responded smiling at we, he waited till he heard her voice on the phone and picked up the second envelope.

His heart pounded as he flicked through and his chest warmed so much so he placed his hand there as if to cool it. Picture after picture of him just existing. Tears welled up in his eyes as the feeling rushed through him, he knew he’d liked her but this that he was feeling was love. So intense and so strong that if he was stood it would’ve bought him to his knees.

“J, you ready?” Her voice came closer and he shoved the photos back in the box haphazardly wiping his face clean of any tears and standing with the roll of film in his hand.

“J?” She came to stand in the door trying to place the look in his eyes.

“Ready,” he smiled softly and stepped forward towards her, placing a kiss against her head out of the blue before leaving her stood there wide eyed, distracting her so much so that she almost missed the lid of the box not being on properly. Shaking her head, she quickly went to close the lid and her heart dropped into her stomach seeing all the photos of him laid out having obviously been looked at.

Well shit.

Kicking it back under she rushed to catch up with JJ who was already sat, shirtless, waiting on the beach, she sat next to him silently taking the film out of his hand as he offered it her and putting it in her camera; anything to occupy herself.

“Just waiting to be paid?” He broke the silence knocking his knee with hers.

“J…it’s not what it looks like” she couldn’t lose him.

“Oh really?” He tutted full of confidence. “Because to me it looked like the girl I was in love with had feelings for me too…my mistake” he smirked staring out at sea, seeing her head snap to his out of the corner of his eye.

“You..you love me?” She pointed to herself causing him to let out a laugh and turn to her teary eyed.

“I do” he nodded.

“Are you sure?” She asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, with all my heart if I’m being honest” he grinned feeling a weight off his chest.

“I love you so much” closed her eyes to stop her tears falling overcome with emotion, her breath caught when she felt his hand on her face turning her head towards him, their lips finally meeting in a soft kiss. Pulling apart they smiled at each other, JJ jumped up and pulled her up too into his arms practically spinning her in joy kissing her once again only stopping when her hands dropped from around his neck. Stepping back she picked up the camera laying on JJ’s T-shirt and turned it his way wanting to photograph this moment. The grin on his face with the sunset in the background, the feeling they both felt - all of it.

“God I love you” she couldn’t help slip out one more time as she looked through the viewfinder making him let out a laugh.

“I love you baby”

Click.

#jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fluff #outer banks #outer banks x y/n #outer banks x reader #jj maybank x y/n

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David Farland’s Writing Tips: Writing Priorities

One day twenty years ago I was working on a novel when my wife came in shouting, “The house is on fire!” Now, I had a rule: when I’m writing on my novel, I’m not to be disturbed except in rare situations. When the house is on fire, that’s one of the exceptions.

So, I ran up the stairs to find that indeed the garage was on fire. I opened the back door to the garage and a wall of flames greeted me, boiling high into the air. I could see just enough to realize that the fire was so large, I wouldn’t be able to fight it, so I slammed the door (to starve the fire of oxygen) and called the fire department, then searched the house to find my son Ben (who was five). He’d set the fire, then hidden in his bedroom closet.

We got the fire put out before it engulfed the rest of the house and no one was killed, but I felt amused at how my wife and kids all kept apologizing for disturbing me when I was writing. In my family, with the wife and kids it had become so ingrained that “you never disturb dad when he’s working,” that they couldn’t get over it.

For many reasons, this attitude is common with writers.

Writing has to be a #1 priority. Otherwise, your priorities “slip.” It’s easy to say, “Well, family is more important than writing,” so you take a week off for Christmas to visit relatives or take three months to take care of an ailing mother.

Or maybe you say, “My health is more important than writing,” so you begin working-out for four hours a day.

Or you tell yourself, “I deserve a vacation,” and you quite literally take a permanent break. (One #1 New York Times Bestseller called to ask if I would consider ghost writing a novel for him. I could tell he was burnt out. A couple of days later he retired—and just never came back.

Eventually, your writing can slip down your list of priorities until it’s not a priority at all. Doing your dishes, opening your email, and playing a videogame can seem like they’re more important than work. But when writing is #15 on your list of priorities, you can’t do anything at all.

You see, if writing isn’t a high priority, then your subconscious mind can’t focus on it. It will focus only on what it sees as a high priority—up in the #1 or #2 spot.

So if you want to be a writer, you have to set writing as your highest priority.

But you can’t do that, either. Trying to keep writing as your very highest priority leads to burn-out in just a few days. There are better ways to handle it.

I was at a major convention years ago and went down to have breakfast. At the restaurant, I found Poul Anderson (multiple Huge and Nebula Award Winner) sitting with his wife, waiting for the waiter to bring their food. I said “Hello,” and asked if I could join them. Poul was typing away, but his wife said, “He can’t answer you yet. He has to get his three pages in for the day.” So I sat and chatted with his wife until he finished his three pages. His rule was simple: you don’t communicate with others, even to say hello, until you finish your work in the morning.

He was right. As Dr. Jerry Pournelle once pointed out to me, “The desire to write is born out of the need to communicate. If you ever find yourself unable to write, just shut up: don’t read a paper, don’t talk to anyone, and wait for the voices of your characters to start speaking.”

So the cure for the inability to write is to shut up and write.

But you can’t write non-stop forever. You need time to recover, to recharge your creative batteries.

So you have to make writing your #1 priority but only for part of your day. You might say, “I’ll do it first thing in the morning.” Or when I was working full time, I made sure that I got two hours of writing in before I went to bed each night. In other words, I would set a writing schedule and make writing a habit.

I’ve found that if I say, “My writing day starts at 7:00 AM” and make sure that I’m sitting down, ready to write on time, my day goes smoothly. I usually have word-count goals linked to my writing goals. It’s not enough to just sit in my chair. I need to have something to show for it.

I also like to take writing retreats where I focus entirely on writing for several days. When I go on a retreat, I’ll say, “This next 10 days is just for writing my novel,” and that becomes my #1 priority. I don’t answer emails, don’t take phone calls, don’t read or go sightseeing, I just write, usually with some daily light exercise in the afternoons. I go out for one or two meals a day and eat light for the other meals.

However you do it, though, writing needs to become your #1 goal on occasion. So set that goal now: When are you going to make writing your #1 priority?

We are getting the new “Compleat Writer” program set up. We recently discovered that our server couldn’t take more than about 300 people viewing videos at the same time, so we are going to a new service. I’ll be giving out video tips for the Compleat Writer, so here is a sample of our first video.

Link to Vimeo…..

This month I’ll be adding a new seminar to the program, too: “Five Tips for Writing to a Massive Audience.”

Because it is Christmas Season, the Compleat Writer Bundle is on sale for $139 per year, but just for the next couple of days.

New Live Workshop—Twenty years ago I used to be in charge of the writing track at DragonCon, one of the largest conventions in the US. We had a core of about 20 young writers who seemed to come to just about every panel that we put on. So when I put on a nice panel on “Characterization,” twenty people showed up exactly.

Then I invited Tom Doherty, the head of Tor/Saint Martin’s to speak on how to write a bestseller, and decided I better get a bigger room. I asked for a room that would hold 200, and the con officials said, “No, we need a lot bigger room than that.” We scheduled a room that could hold 2000, and sure enough, the room was too small. We had to turn away perhaps a thousand people.

The thing is, I watched those 20 writers who attended our panels over the next couple of years. Nearly all of them broke into the industry and got publishing contracts. But the 2000 who just came to learn the secrets? Psssaw. None of them got published. They weren’t serious enough.

So I’m putting on a workshop on “Creating the Perfect Cast.” The basic idea is that you can’t write a novel with just one great character, you have to create characters who work beautifully together. If you really want to write, and you can make it to the workshop, you should consider coming. Check it out here: link to workshop.

For more on David Farland's Writing tips, visit https://mystorydoctor.com/writing-blog/

And you can also click here to get your David Farland Daily Meditations.

#writing help #writing advice #writing tips #writing tips and tricks

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dira333 · 11 months

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Frustration - Aomine Daiki x OC reader

requested by @shoulmate - just a little fluff, hope this is what you had in mind.

It hadn’t even been that hellish a week. She had seen worse before.

But she’d barely gotten any sleep over the weekend, pouring over her textbooks instead of napping because one assignment was kicking her ass and another was threatening her to become her undoing.

Queenie had needled her into coming along for an outing until she gave up.

She knew she should have skipped that even before she let herself give in and say yes. But Queenie was beeing annoying in the way she was draped over her bed to make sure Yori wouldn’t just go and fall asleep on them. And Kin had begged her too, anxious over the fact that she was going to have to lead a scrappy baseball team through a rather unimpressive tournament just because the original Coach had fallen through and she had been too nice to say no. The fact that the rest of their group was going to watch had set her already uneasy nerves even more on edge and Yori had to keep Queenie from mentioning the fact that it had been Akashi’s idea, afraid her roommate would finally lose her mind.

If she was honest to herself and that she usually was, she’d only gone because she’d barely been able to spend time with Daiki that week, had missed his presence in the library and his random as hell texts in between classes.

He was busy with training and they weren’t a couple, not really, but he had started leaving something like a kiss on her temple when he thought she was deep asleep.

She could have said something, could have addressed the topic multiple times, but she didn’t want to be the one nagging him about it. He either did something about it or he didn’t.

The thought of him being too lazy to do that was a real threat, however, and it kept her on edge.

Three days later she’d barely gotten more sleep in and even her skin felt on edge as if Daiki’s presence had been a drug and she was running out of it.

She wished she could be different, cling to his arm like Momoi did shamelessly with that Kuroko guy. Instead she greeted him like he was nothing more than a friend, some bro who helped her with homework or building a cupboard, and ignored the fact that his pretty blue eyes had been glued to her lips a bit longer than strictly necessary.

She left the library when she realized that her battery was dying and she’d left her charger in her dorm only to get a message right as she had set up camp in her room.

“Where are you?” She could hear his posessiveness drip from that three words and shot herself in the leg by following her instinct of playing it cool, teasing him over text.

“Sorry, can’t all be about you, loverboy.”

He didn’t respond and she bit into her lip, arguing with herself. She’d wanted to see him so bad, just take a nap with his arm around her, but she couldn’t drop her skin like a snake, change herself into someone she was not.

The next day she found herself in the library again, charger with her, coffee already refilled twice.

Agitation was bubbling under her skin, likely stemming from the amount of coffee she’d already consumed and the lack of sleep she’d had endured to finish her half of the group project.

Only to get smacked in the face with the fact that the other half of the project hadn’t been done at all and her partner was down with the flu, leaving the work to her.

Her phone beeped with a message and she ignored it.

She wasn’t a fan of sprinting through her work but she’d do anything to get this project done and over with.

And she was in the zone, fingers racing over the keyboard until someone smacked the table she was sitting at, coffee spilling over the keyboard and her fingers.

She shreaked, the sound catching in her throat.

“Shit, sorry.” She knew that voice but she didn’t dare to look up from her screen, frantically saving the document in case the screen went black.

Something soft landed on her hands and she realized belatedly that it was a shirt. She turned to see Daiki, shirtless, bent over her at an awkward angle, trying to wipe the coffee away with his shirt.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“I said I’m sorry.” He grumbled. “Move your fingers, I can’t see what I’m doing.”

“You-” Her voice broke again. When was the last time she’d drank anything?

“It was an accident. There, your Computer is all safe now.” He dared to flash his teeth in a cheeky grin.

She wasn’t sure if she should start to cry or scream. Or maybe laugh hysterically?

“Oi.” He paused and she realized belatedly that she had started to breathe weird, almost hyperventilating in what she assumed was her body trying to cry, scream and laugh at the same time.

“You okay?”

“No.” Her knees gave away a little and she felt arms circle around her immediately, her nose bonking awkwardly into his shoulder when he pulled her close.

“Let’s lie down for a bit.” He pushed her towards the loveseat behind them and she struggled against him, determined to get back to work, but too weak against his grip.

“I need to work, Daiki.” She hissed when he plopped her down, draping himself over her like a weighted blanket that was also very demanding.

“You need a break.”

“I can’t slack off.”

“No one’s slacking off. You’re Queen Coolness, you can stay calm about this.”

It was a cute nickname, a little stupid, but cute and it seemed to be the one thing that undid her, tears running down her face.

“Oi.” He said again, not really helpful, until he seemed to regain some manners, slipped to the side of her and pulled her closer.

“It’s not that bad,” he tells her softly and it’s such a stupid thing to say but such a Daiki thing to say too, she lets her head rest on the swell of his bicep, allows herself to take a breathe.

“I’m so tired.” She admits and feels him nod somewhere above her, his chin digging into her hair.

“That’s why you gotta nap. I’m sorry I couldn’t be around more.”

“It’s not like you could help much.”

“I can be very helpful.” He disagree easily.

“I don’t to win a Basketball game right now, sorry.”

He snorts. “I can do other things too. What kind of help do you need?”

Exhaustion is pulling at her limbs, now that she’s lying, and her eyes grow heavy as she talks. She tries to describe it, how it built up on itself until she cracked beneath it.

“Missed you, too,” she mumbles at the end, hoping against all odds that he did not hear that.

But his mouth presses into her hair again, that weird little thing he does when he thinks she’s asleep. But she’s not asleep now, just very fast on her way to get there.

“Missed you too.” He mumbles back or at least that’s what she thinks she hears before sleep rolls over her like a warm wave.

She wakes up to her face pressed into Daiki’s abs.

It’s not the worst place to wake up in and he snorts when she tries to wipe drool of his skin.

“Take me out on a date first.” He teases ands she rolls her eyes softly.

“This sunday okay?” She teases back and he surprises her by pulling her up so fast she’s about to get vertigo from it when his lips meet the soft corner of her mouth in what’s got the the worlds awkwardest kiss.

“What was that?” She asks, unable to hide her amusement.

“Hush,” he tells her, clearly flustered, “I was trying to speed things up a little. But if you’re just going to tease, I’d rather tell you how amazing I am instead.”

“Oh yes, tell me, enlighten me.” It’s so easy to play around, now that she’s rested a bit more and she can see the relief wash over him. It must have been unsettling to see herself so different.

“I tracked down that little shit you’re partnered with. Turns out he’s not really sick. His part of the project should turn up any minute.”

“You did what?” She*s speechless. “How did you do that?”

“Kagami owed me a favor. I cashed it in.”

“You’re telling me Kagami has the connections to do that?”

“Connections, yes. He’d never be able to threaten someone into doing their homework, but I think Himuro doesn’t mind doing that for him.

“Your friends are so weird.”

“Ah.” He smiles. “Good thing you’re not dating them, then.”

She smiles back. “Good thing indeed.”

#aomine daiki x reader #aomine daiki x oc #Aomine daiki #knb fluff #knb imagine #knb #kuroko no basket #my writing

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pretty when you cry - drabble

pairings: soft dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader and biker!steve x soulmate

notes: idk how to tag this so let’s just enjoy it for what it is pls lol also sorry in advance bc im reverting to fluff and i know they’re supposed to be dark characters but i literally can’t help it. this isn’t really edited and i didn’t really even read it through so sorry if it doesn’t make sense lmao. just a drabble that got out of hand. this was prompted by an ask i received on my old blog talking about steve meeting his soulmate and how that would go and i couldn’t stop thinking about it so i wrote this little thing. enjoy!

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The day he meets her though, I imagine he’d be totally caught off guard and not even really sure what happened. You’re in the office of the garage waiting for Bucky to finish changing the oil on your car and Steve is in there with you. Like he’s just being a total dick to a customer about something so stupid - as usual - but suddenly a girl comes up into the building. she’s there to pick up her brother (said customer he’s being rude to). she could see into the office from where she was parked outside and noticed the conversation seemed off so she got off of her car to see what was going on and he just completely changes his demeanor the second he locks eyes with her and is suddenly the sweetest, most charming, gentlemanly guy you’d ever seen. You caught on to what was happening right in front of you when you saw her breath catch in her throat when she looked at Steve. They were like magnetic and you just watched on quietly in amazement. Steve wasnt always so rough and rude to you, especially after him and Bucky had it out over the whole incident outside the bar all those months ago, but he’d never been so nice to literally anyone in front of you like ever. The girl tells her brother to go wait in the car for her while she finishes the transaction with Steve, which lasts way longer than it should and ends with them exchanging numbers on her way out. Bucky walks into the reception area from the garage where he was working on your car. When he glanced over to see you in the sitting area through the shared window- you having previously refused to wait in the garage for him despite his multiple requests for you to do so- and saw you looking perplexed with your mouth slight agape as you watched Steve talking to some girl, he got curious. When you saw him walk in as Steve walked the girl toward the door, holding it open for her on her way out, you looked at him and then toward steve and then back to him with a face that said “are you seeing what i’m seeing?” Steve watchs her drive away and waves her off from the window as he continues smiling. Bucky cleares his throat behind him and walks further toward you. “What was that?” Steve looks between you two before he responds, “I uh, I don’t know.” He says almost dumbfounded. “I do.” You respond softly, glancing at Bucky before looking down. Your amazement turning to something akin to bitterness but more solemn. That could have been you and Bucky. Should have been you and Bucky. A meet cute that you’d be able to share with friends and family about how you met your soulmate. A sweet, caring interaction. Not like what really happened. You felt your heart twisting in your chest as you briefly thought about what could have been. Bucky of course felt it, but you were sure it was written clear on your face anyway. “I’m assuming you’re finished on my car,” you began, suddenly standing from your seat, then heading to the door leading to the garage. “She seems sweet. Don’t fuck it up.” you said looking to Steve sharply before turning and not looking back at the two of them as you went. “She’s right, Steve. Don’t fuck it up,” Bucky said with a hint of regret in his voice as he left to follow you to your car. You had nearly forgotten about the interaction until two weeks later when you were practically kidnapped by Bucky after you refused to go with him to Sam’s birthday party. You showed up late because you took as long as possible to get ready, hoping Bucky would give up and let you stay home for the night. He didn’t. When you pulled up to the bar, you were met with the sight of Steve nearly beating the life out of some sleaze that frequented the bar.

You saw his girl with tears in her eyes, pressing herself to the wall and you didn’t even wait for Bucky to park to jump out and go to her. “Hey, what happened?”

“That guy, he.. he tried.. he tried to..” she couldn’t get the words out before she started crying again, and you pulled her into your arms and turned her away from the scene unfolding in front of you as Bucky , having parked the car, running after you, stopped to stop Steve from literally killing the guy who was no longer moving on the ground.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” you reassured her, knowing full well what had happened without needing to be told explicitly.

You took the girl into the bar as Bucky and the rest of the guys took care of what was going on outside. You weren’t sure what they were doing exactly, but you didn’t think you wanted to know anyway. They all made their way inside eventually, Steve making a beeline for his girl and pulling her into him, holding her against his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby. Are you okay?” was all you heard him say as he lead her to the deserted booth at the back of the building. Bucky was beside you as soon as he finished talking with Sam, arms wrapping around you as you stayed seated on the backless barstool.

“Happy birthday, Sam.” You said with a smile. He thanked you before being pulled away, back to the pool table with some of the guys.

“Can I leave now?” You mumbled to Bucky, knowing full well he could hear you clear as day.

“Doll, we’ll stay one hour and then I’ll drive you back home, I promise.”

“Hm.” was all you responded with.

The hour passed by quicker than you thought it would once decks of cards were being thrown around the place. You were sat in Bucky’s lap while you played different card games with Nat, Kate, and Clint all sat around the table. Bucky helping you with the ones you didn’t know how to play very well. You had just won yet another round of blackjack when Steve came up to the table, taking a seat next to you and Bucky.

“Buck,” he muttered “I- I just wanted to say - I think I get it now. All of this,” he said as he gestured to you both, “And I’m sorry. To both of you, but you more, y/n. For everything I said and did, I- I don’t have any excuse, I was a jackass. If i could take it back, I would. And I really appreciate you looking out for my girl earlier. I saw that guys hands on her and it’s like I just blacked out but I - anyway I guess what I’m saying is that I’m thankful you two were there. And I’m sorry. I know I apologized before but I actually mean it this time.”

“Did you not mean it last time?” You asked with a raised brow, Buckys hand lightly squeezing your waist as he gripped you.

“I mean yeah, but it’s just, I’m more sincere this time.”

“Mhm.” You responded. “Well, thank you for the apologies. And for taking care of that guy. He’s been sleazing around here for a while now, so I can’t say he didn’t deserve it.”

Steve nodded his head in appreciation before cracking a small smile. “We’re heading out now, I’m taking her home. So I’ll see you guys tomorrow I’m sure.” He was greeted with a loud jumble of voices wishing the two of them a good night.

“It’s been about an hour, princess. You ready to go?” Bucky asked in your ear. You readjusted yourself on his lap, getting comfortable and leaning back into his chest before responding, “I’m on a roll, we can stay a little longer.” Bucky smirked as he wrapped his arms around you tighter before placing a kiss on the side of your face. You gave him a dirty look and he responded in laughter. “What, it’s good luck. I’m helping you, doll.”

The next day you’re working your shift at the diner, Bucky sitting at a small table nursing a coffee waiting for you to get off, when Steve walks in with his girl. He holds the door open as he ushers her in and gallantly pulls a chair at their table out for her, nearly bowing in front of her in the process as she sits. You can’t help but laugh out at the sight and at the same time you hear Bucky choking on his coffee before his booming laughter fills the air. The girl starts to blush immediately and you would feel bad, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you see the glare Steve is sending to both you and his best friend. You try to stifle your amusement, turning to see Bucky with a brilliant smile still laughing loudly. You preen and though you hate to admit to, the sound of his laugh and the sight of him being so carefree, in a good way, brings you a sense of happiness you haven’t felt in a while. “It’s like you’re a whole new man, Rogers.” He said beaming at his friend still glaring at him. “So chivalrous,” he laughed again, causing an unbidden laugh you tried to suppress to escape you as you finished wiping your last table and untied your apron. Your laugh then made Bucky laugh even more as he made his way over to you. you found yourself being pulled toward the front door, his hand having taken yours as you both continued to chortle. You stopped short and looked to the girl who at this point was obviously embarrassed beyond belief. “It’s not you, I swear. You’re the sweetest! It’s just, it’s so ironic to see him like this,” you laughed again. “Sorry, we’re sorry. We’re leaving now. Enjoy your food!” You bid quickly as Bucky continued to try and pull you outside. “Don’t apologize, doll, being laughed at is the least he deserves,” he said as he yanked you into his side. “Him, yeah. But she didn’t do anything.”

“No one was laughing at her,”

“No, but what if she thought we were? And either way she was still embarrassed. I felt bad.” He shook his head disapprovingly, chuckling softly.

“I don’t get the way you think. You’re too good for me.”

“Finally something we can agree on,”

“But you’re mine regardless, sweetheart.” He reminded you as he squeezed your waist tighter.

“How could I ever forget it.” You said annoyed, but leaning further into his touch anyway as he walked you to your car.

#dark!biker bucky #soft!dark bucky #biker!steve rogers #biker!steve #pwyc series #biker!bucky #soft dark bucky x reader #plus size reader

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homo-rashi · 7 months

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Its either here or in your pants | Omovember 2023

進撃の巨人 | Attack on Titan

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There wasn't much on Erens mind as he was being shuffled around from guard to guard, each and every one of them being either scared of him or angry that he is alive, most of the time it was both. However, the one guard he hated to be stationed with, the one who drove him absolutely insane, was none other than Captain Levi.

When Levi was put in charge of making sure Eren didn't randomly turn into a titan and kill everyone…there was always a lot on Erens mind. Being with the short cadet for as many hours as he has, he has learned small things will tick him off, leading to their time together being even more unpleasant.

First Eren learned Captain Levi hates slouching. Even if they were both sitting at a table, eating casually outside, the man had perfect posture and expected everyone else in his squad to do the same, Eren included. Sitting like you have a stick up your ass when you've been sleeping on an old, dungeon mattress is not easy, but Eren puts up with it because Levi gets annoyed when things don't go his way.

He also learned the Captain is a bit of a clean freak, specifically about his uniform and the uniforms of others. They have to be in pristine condition. If you have even as much as a small stain from lunch on your shirt, you can feel Levi’s eyes burning a hole in it with how hard he fixates on the unseemly stain. Eren made sure he ate carefully, didn't do any of his chores haphazardly and always, made sure to wipe his mouth between each bite, Eren has found this to be one of Levi’s more charming quirks, because at the end of the day, he is a soldier who gets covered in unidentifiable titan fluids and yet, some soup broth on someones pants will send him into a fit.

The worst quirk of all that Eren has not only observed but had to deal with multiple times now, is the Captain’s annoyance for taking and specifically asking for breaks. They could be working in the field, training for hours and if Eren so much as looks at his water canteen longingly, Levi would make him train harder, and for longer. Eren thought he learned how to combat that. Drinking alot before training, so he wouldn't feel so thirsty when denies stopping for a drink, but oh how he was wrong.

He did exactly that, knowing the schedule for his guards. Today he is with Levi and he hasn't trained physically with anyone all week, so today he assumed he is gonna be doing more physical activities with Levi. He chugged three or so canteens of water, knowing he would sweat it out in no time in the summer heat.

“Come on.” Levi came to his cell, urging him to hurry and finish tying his shoes. They head out of the basement where Eren has been sleeping and instead of turning towards where they would usually spar, they keep walking, walking until they are outside off the stables. Erens heart pluments at this idea of his physical activity of the day being scooping horse poop from the stables for eight hours…At Least when he doesn't, Levi keeps a healthy distance between them because of how disgusting Eren gets after.

“Hook the two mares up to this wagon. We're going and refilling our water reserve from a well a few miles south.” Eren follows orders and gets the two largest, strongest horses they have and attaches them to their harnesses and to the wagon, swiftly following Levi into it and taking a seat, Some other men Levi is in change of, but are not high enough ranking to know why exactly Eren is here or to ever be incharge of him get on the horses and start steering them away from the compound.

“I've never done this before.” Erens says at their pace quickens, He feels giddy knowing he is getting to leave the compound, even if it is for something as boring as getting water.

“We do this every few weeks, but with xtra men here to look after you, and your pals. We ran out sooner than expected.” Levi scoffs, Eren can feel the tension, Without even meaning to he annoyed Levi by simply showering and using water. He decided to fall back to the opposite side of the wagon, hidden behind the many empty barrels that are destined to be filled with water.

***

It doesn't take long for Eren to realize the grave mistake he made. He isn't doing anything physically demanding today, so he isn't sweating like he planned. Hell, Sitting still on a horse drawn wagon, taking in all the sites around him would be relaxing and a nice change of pace if he didnt chug his body weight in water like a fool before leaving. He realized twenty minutes into there, god knows how long, journey that he needs to pee. He brushed it off, He isn't a stranger to having to hold it, it kind of comes with being in the survey corps.

“Levi, How long does it take to get to the water reserve?” Eren asks loudly over the sound of the wooden wagon wheels on the rough gravel beneath them.

“It's not long, We should be there and back before dinner.” Levi says without a single bit of sarcasm in his voice. ‘Not long my ass.’ Eren thinks to himself. They just had breakfast an hour ago. Being back before dinner… Eren shakes his head. He can't think of how many hours he might have to wait before he can pee, he just has to feel it out and find a time to ask for a break that will make Levi the least annoyed.

***

The perfect time does not come. They make it to the Water reserve and Levi immediately hands hoses to Eren, instructing him to hold them in the barrels and to not let go no matter what. Eren follows orders, hoping Levi doesn't actively watch him as he wiggles in place holding the hoses. The random bits of freezing cold water that sneak their way out of the leather hose and touch his hands really doesn't help his current predicament.

After every two barrels reach their limit, Eren has to swifty transfer the hoses to the empty barrels beside it and continue the process while Levi stands at the Reserve, seemingly chatting with a military police member who is incharge. It's a very slow, very annoying process when you have to pee. Eren’s only saving grace is that he has managed to avoid getting more than a little water splashed on him. If he soaked himself, by accidently dropping a hose, he doesn't know if he would be able to hold it.

“Captain, These are the last two!” Eren yells, Levi gives him a thumbs up. Eren watches Levi say what looks like a friendly goodbye to the man and slowly make his way over to Eren, The two barrels slowly come to be filled and the man back at the station turns off the hose's flow. Eren watches Levi roll up the hoses and toss them into the cart. He is about to get on when Eren decides he needs to speak up now.

“Captain Levi!” Eren says, getting the short man's attention,

“Hurry up and get on, We have to leave before the sun starts setting or else it's hard for the horses to remember where the paths are.” Levi says seemingly ignoring Erens address and situation himself on the wagon.

“Actually, I need a moment to um,” Eren realizes at this moment, he never has had to ask Levi to take a break, because the man himself usually at some point says they are going to the restroom and Eren just goes then..

“Get on the Wagon, whatever it is you want to talk about can surely be done while we are on the move.” Levi says, that similar annoyance showing in his voice. Eren swallows hard. He really, really has to pee. Before it was bearable but now, The ride here must have been two hours, if not more. He–He can't imagine himself holding it the whole way back…But still he takes his seat at the back of the wagon and they start on their way.

It's not even half way into the journey back, when Eren is forced to sit at the front of the wagon, Next to Levi. The barrels, filled with water, that were surrounding him in the back were doing nothing to help his situation. The constant sloshing was reeking havoc on his poor, poor, bladder. Moving up away from them solved one of his problems, but now, Levi is staring at him, watching his as he wiggles around helplessly trying to not look like he is on the verge of peeing his uniform.

“Will you quit it?” Levi hisses, Eren, who was fanning his legs quickly halts his movement, but instantly he knows that was the wrong move.

“Cant.” Eren says in return, instead he juggles both of his legs up and down hoping the less distracting movement will be enough for Levi to leave him alone.

“Did you just disobey me?” Levi’s voice growls with anger, Eren freezes at his tone.

“No s-sir.” Eren says, He wants to stop wiggling around, but he has to pee. He needs them to stop, he needs to run into the woods and pick a nice tree but he knows that would inconvenience everyone, he missed his chance to go and now he is suffering the consequences,

“If you don't stop moving around like an idiot, you are disobeying me, now stop, behave.” Levi shouts the order and Eren obeys. His knees come to a stop, but instantly he feels like he is about to piss himself. He can almost feel the pee traveling down his dick, like it's waiting at the tip just ready to come out if he doesn't do anything.

“We need to stop!” Eren says loudly, suddenly because, he can't, he can't wait and he doesn't care if he annoys Levi, He cant piss himself.

“What? We cannot stop, We won't be stopping until we are back at our station. What is wrong?” Levi asks, not an ounce of sympathy in his words as he looks over at Eren.

“I have to piss! We have to stop, I can’t-'' Eren cuts himself off, he can't admit that he can't hold it but, now that it's out in the open, and he is holding himself between his legs with both hands, it's obvious he is urgent.

“Well, we're not stopping.” Levis says, turning his attention back to the scenery around them,

“You don't understand, I-I’m about to soil myself, I cannot, not pee. '' Eren says, he can't be shocked Levi denied him a break, that's really what got him in this predicament in the first place, but even he figured Levi would rather them lose a few minutes of daylight then what will happen if they don't stop.

“Yes, you can just go right here, We won't be stopping because you can't control yourself.” Levi says not paying much attention to Eren as he speaks, Eren just looks at him, mouth agape, wiggling around where he is sat, that is, on a moving wagon with two other soldiers a few feet away. “well, go on.”

“I can't!-W-what am I supposed to do? Just whip it out and piss on the ground?” Eren asks through gritted teeth.

“Yes, you have no other option.” Levi says, looking at him with one eyebrow raised as if he is confused as to why Eren has qualms about doing something of the such.

“I can't! I-hnnng, But I cant hold it, Can we please just-” Levi cuts Eren off.

“It's either here, or your pants cadet. Choice is yours.” Levi says, but Eren knows, from the way he doesnt look away, and the way Levi is about keeping their uniforms pestine, he doesn't really have a choice….

Eren slowly removes his hands, making sure he switches to holding with whatever bladder strength he has left and unzips his fly. Levi’s eyes don't leave him as he withers around, trying to get the courage to pull himself out. He starts to feel that feeling again, of his pee trailing down his dick and that makes the decision for him and not a moment too soon, because the second he pulls himself you his stream starts without his permission.

“Oh god-” Eren aims for the ground, trying to go between the slats in the wooden base of the wagon, but it's no use. It's bumpy and its going everywhere, specifically onto his boots and the bottom of the closets barrel as his pee moves away from his with gravity.

“Disgusting. You really couldn't wait. Tsk.” Levi says, with a small chuckle.

“You told me to!” Eren mumbles under his breath, his words are breathy from the sheer relief of finally being able to go. Holding for that many hours, he is just glad he will soon be empty.

“Is that kid pissing?” One of the men on the horses asks, looking back at the commotion, the audible hiss leaving Eren is an unnatural sound amongst the forest surrounding them.

“Quiet Cadet! eyes forward! Give him some privacy.” Levi barks at the man who Eren switches see’s turn back to forward position.

Eren finishes, leaving a huge wet stain on the untreated wood on the wagon. The only damage done to his uniform is his shoes and probably his underwear, but Levi can’t see those. He tucks himself back in and crosses his arms over his chest,finally looking up to meet Levi’s eyes.

“Thanks.” Eren says, looking at the two soldiers who have yet to look back again after Levi’s orders.

“It stinks. You disgust me. Don’t let it happen again.” Levi says, that same playful chuckle apparent in his voice. Eren feels embarrassed and turns away from his guard, Embarrassed as he might be, at least he doesn't have to pee anymore.

(for the few anons who ask for more AOT omo from me <3)

#attack on titan omo #omovember #homorashi's omovember #omorashi #fictomo #AOT omo #levi omo #eren yeager #piss kink

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Bitches, I’m back. And with me, I brought…

KNY Hashira God AU!

Chapter 3: Brutal training, and big boulders

When Tanjiro agreed to train under Urokodaki, he was not expecting this.

Training to worship correctly was the easy part, but training to fight? Oh hell no. He’d be forced to do 100 pushups, but if one was faulty, he’d be doing 200 more.

The only reason he was hanging on was for his sister, still dead asleep.

So that’s how he ended up in this situation, one of Urokodaki’s swords in his hand, slashing at a training dummy. He was on his 50th, when he slashed wrong.

“Do 100 more,” Rang Urokodaki’s voice, clear and gruff. “And don’t stop.”

The red-haired boy could only let out a small hum of agreement, already focused on completing the task.

Days turned into weeks, into months, and then, a year had passed.

He’d been up and down mountains, through waterfalls, done so many new forms of exercise to the point he couldn’t breathe for a few minutes, and learned an entire breathing style, along with total concentration breathing, so of course he thought he was ready for the famously known to all aspiring shrine keepers, final selection.

So one day, after they finished training, he asked the fated question.

“Urokodaki-San, am I ready?” He inquired, ready for any answer. But instead of a yes of a no, he got an unclear answer.

“Meet me at sunrise, in the start of the woods.” He replied. And that was the end of that discussion, until the next morning.

Tanjiro had gotten up exactly at sunrise, gotten himself together, and went to the start of the woods, like he was asked to. He was met with Urokodaki already there, leading him to a clearing with a large boulder in the middle, a rope attached all around.

Urokodaki put a sword in his hand, and with a serious tone, he declared…

“I have nothing left to teach you. When you cut this boulder, you will be allowed to go into the final selection.” And then, he left.

Tanjiro wanted to say he was joking, but he clearly wasn’t.

Even after calling his name, the mentor didn’t return, and Tanjiro’s mind started to wrap around the point that he might never get to final selection. Cutting off heads of training dummies, and avoiding traps was one thing, but cutting a boulder in two?

Best just admit defeat, his sword was sure to snap. But he couldn’t. He was risking the safety of his sister, who hadn’t moved in ages, still a demon, and though they’d been taking care of her, still nothing happened.

So if doing this would bring him closer to the cure, closer to getting the Nezuko back he missed dearly, so be it.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! That was the most prominent sound in the small clearing as Tanjiro’s sword kept hitting pure stone, and doing nothing, to his despair.

He tried for days, weeks even, slashing it with his sword, even headbutting it, but each day to no avail. He was about to lose all hope, when a snap of a twig alerted him. He looked around, but saw nobody, until-

“Look at yourself, that’s not manly at all. Get up, now.” The voice came from on top of the rock, and for a minute, he thought he was just dreaming.

Standing on said rock were two kitsune, each with their own masks. By the looks of it, the one who spoke was the taller one with a mask, a peach colored scar on one of the cheeks, introducing himself as Sabito, the other, shorter one had a blue and yellow flower on it, introducing herself as Makomo.

Usually, Tanjiro would have been in awe, I mean if there were two kitsune in front of you, it would be an impressive shock, yes? But something was off.

They weren’t here for a casual chat, were they?

“You’re training to fight and slay demons, to protect the gods and Mankind?” Sabito asked, almost intimidatingly.

Tanjiro had heard this speech multiple times, and though he was doing this to save his sister, this reason was also a fair one.

“Yes.” His reply was almost instant.

“Then why in the world are you sitting here, moping around? That’s not manly at all, much less a good idea.” His stern words left the clearing silent. “Now, try to cut that boulder again.”

“But I’ve been trying! It doesn’t work!” Tanjiro looked at Sabito like he had two heads, and was speaking a different language, after he told him to try again. Had he not seen Tanjiro try for ages now?

“If I cut mine, you can cut yours. But seeming as you can’t, fight me right here, right now.” He pulled out a wooden sword, and got into the same position as Tanjiro was.

“But..I’ll hurt you!” Tanjiro almost shouted. “I’m using metal, you’re using only a wood sword!”

“No, you won’t.” And that was the last thing Sabito said, before he launched himself at Tanjiro.

A/N: HHHHHOLY SHIT THIS IS LONG OVERDUE! As I like to say, my need for motivation is chronic, but this chapter is iconic. I really enjoy writing this, one of the big reasons was Sabito, (he’s one of my favorite characters lmao), and now y’all have a little badly written cliffhanger to eat up- Take care my guys, gals, and non-binary pals!

-Roman

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Chapter 23 ‐ The Long, Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

Warnings: none

Summary: Y/N and Sirius' insomnia leads to an unexpected late night chat

Title courtesy of Douglas Adams

*I almost called this one The Cursed Chapter. I just couldn't seem to write it the way I envisioned it in my head. But, after multiple revisions and tumblr failing to save my changes FOUR TIMES, I've decided to call it done. Hope ya'll enjoy it.*

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Y/N had no idea what time it was as she sat in the dimly lit room, smoothing out Buckbeak's feathers. "Sleep and I aren't getting along these days," she confided to the hippogriff, shifting so she could lean against his side, letting herself sink into his downy feathers. He trilled a soft melody and began preening her hair, bringing a brief smile to Y/N's face.

"I wish I could fade in and out of existence at will," she mummered. "Just take brief break from life when things get too much, you know."

Buckbeak moved so he could reach her hair better and continued his preening.

"Or as an alternative, I could just rip out this dead weight in my chest. That way I won't have to feel it anymore."

"Seems a bit of an overkill to me."

Startled by the disembodied voice, Y/N jumped, causing Buckbeak to squak at her with all the righteous indignation he could muster.

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you." Sirius stepped into the room and sat down to soothe the disgruntled hippogriff.

"Oh hi, Sirius," Y/N smiled. "Can't sleep either?"

"Sleep? What's that?" He chuckled. "I haven't had a proper nights rest since--well, since before everything happened." His grin faltered and he grew very still and very quiet, his eyes downcast. Y/N turned her full focus back to Buckbeak, knowing there's nothing quite as unnerving as having someone you barely know bore holes into you're head while you're having an emotional moment.

Y/N debated on whether she should stay or go. She and Sirius had never really talked other than exchanging a few pleasantries or a bit of mindless banter. However, she knew no one rambles around in the middle of night, seeking the company of a hippogriff, unless something big is preying on their minds. In the end, she decided to stay and offer a sympathetic ear, if he needed one.

"So, what brings you to my little nighttime sanctuary?" Sirius asked after a few minutes, back to his usual jovial self again.

"Buckbeak's an excellent therapist."

"Oh, that he is," agreed Sirius. "No judgements. No advice. None of that 'things will get better' nonsense. Just a listening ear and err--maybe a little preening." Sirius grinned, noting the spot where Y/N's hair was sticking out in million different directions.

Y/N peeked into the mirror and laughed. "I think this could be a new look for me," she said, before sitting back down and giving the hippogriff some neck scritches. "Buckbeak, hairstylist extraordinaire."

Buckbeak turned to look at her and trilled out another tune.

"I think he likes the new title," Sirius chuckled.

Y/N nodded, grinning at her feathered friend, who continued singing his happy, little song.

Sirius waited until Buckbeak finished his impromptu performance before speaking again. "I've heard about your dilemma," he said. "It's not an easy thing you're facing."

"No," she gave him a rueful smile. "It isn't."

"You know," Sirius replied. "Sometimes I get a little sad because I've never been in love. But, then there are other times, I think I may have dodged a bullet."

"It's not all bad," Y/N replied. "Most of the time it's quite wonderful."

"Except for times like this," Sirius pointed out.

"Except for times like this," Y/N repeated, with a long sigh.

"You seem to be handling it well enough," he observed.

Y/N shrugged. "I try to stay positive and not think about the future too much. My music helps alot." She held up her walkman. "I've had Tori Amos on perpetual repeat the last couple of weeks."

"Ah, yes, music," Sirius said. "What's that muggle saying? Music soothes the savage beast?"

"Yep, that's it." Y/N confirmed. "And yes it does."

"I missed music so much when I was locked away. The only escape I had," Sirius confessed, "came from a crack in the wall."

Y/N's brow furrowed. "A crack in the wall?"

Sirius chuckled. "The Ministry got complacent with the Dementors guarding Az--" He stopped mid-sentence as Buckbeak shifted his position, forcing both humans to rearrange themselves, as well, before the conversation could continue.

"I take it the Ministry let some things slide?" Y/N prompted once everyone was settled again.

"Many things, actually. The only thing they bothered to upkeep regularly was the Unplottability Charm and because of that cracks slowly began to form here and there. Not enough to arouse concern, mind you." Sirius explained. "But enough that a small crevice formed in the outer wall of my little, windowless cell, allowing for tiniest rays of the sun and moon to stream through." He looked down, his eyes trailing the shaft of moonlight illuminating the floorboards. "I know it doesn't seem like much, and truthfully it wasn't, but it was my whole world for a very long time. In moments of utter despair, I could close my eyes and lose myself in the faint roar of the ocean, pretending I was one of those endless waves rolling it's way to the shore."

Y/N nodded, trying and failing to imagine the horrors and loneliness he must've endured. "Sometimes it's the smallest things that get us through to the other side."

"Truer words have never been spoken," Sirius agreed. "A kind word, a song, the smell of the salt sea. They don't seem much at the time, but when you look back, you realize they were everything."

"I think--" Y/N started, but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the creaky, wooden floor, followed by George's soft voice calling her name.

"Excuse me," Y/N said, rising at the sound of her boyfriend's voice.

Stepping gingerly around the now dozing hippogriff, she made her way to the door and waved George over.

"Oh, there you are," he smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I woke up and you were gone."

"Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come sit with Buckbeak for a while. Sirius had the same idea," she gestured toward the figure basking in the moonlight. "We've just been hanging out, chatting."

"Hey, mate." George said. "Thanks for keeping my girl company."

"It was my pleasure. You've got a good one, there." Sirius stood, removing a stray feather from his shirt.

George smiled down at Y/N, only then noticing one side of her hair sticking out like a deranged porcupine. "What in Merlin's name happened to your hair?"

"Huh? Oh!" She reached up, realizing she'd never smoothed it back down. "Buckbeak gave me a new style. What do you think? It's all the rage in Paris."

George chuckled, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through her tangled locks. "I think he needs a little more practice."

Y/N placed a hand over her chest in mock offense. "Sir! How dare you insult The Master Buckbeak's work!"

The hippogriff perked up at the mention of his name, narrowing his eyes at George.

"Oh, now you've done it." Sirius laughed. "I hope you know in big trouble, Mr. Weasley."

George grinned. "Story of my life."

~•~

Y/N's exhaustion crept up on her as George and Sirius struck up a conversation of their own. She was about to mention it when Sirius asked if they'd like to join him in the kitchen for tea. Something in his voice pulled from her rapid descent into dreamland. She looked up at him, seeing the sad hopefulness in his eyes.

Then, she turned to her boyfriend, the two of them sharing an entire conversation in one, swift gaze. "Yeah, alright." George agreed. "But just one cup, I think Y/N's going to turn into a pumpkin soon."

"Of course, of course!" Sirius bounded past them and down the hall.

George and Y/N followed along behind, hand in hand. "Sure you're up for this?" He asked.

"Doesn't matter," Y/N answered. "We have a friend in need."

~•~

He squeezed her hand. "Indeed we do."

Next Chapter:

@milivanili99 @slytherclaw1978 @quackitysdrugdealer @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @ladylizzieofdarbyshire

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x fem!reader #sirius black #buckbeak

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minuy600 · 4 months

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LEGO On A Budget 2024 #3: 60401 Construction Steamroller & 71805 Jay's Mech Battle Pack

Turns out, going to college on a free day can lead to a lucky break. Shopping at 9:30am is a pretty magical feeling considering my sleeping issues that kinda prevent me from even waking up before like, 10am, without setting an alarm. In fact, I doubly scored this week, but this second haul is a lil secret for later. Stay tuned!

LEGO City - 60401 Construction Steamroller

City's back and it's back in style. Now that we're outta the 4+ territory, this is when we really get some nostalgia goin'. I remember having the very FIRST City construction set that released in 2005- and I actually found the manual yesterday in one of my old LEGO bins! Certainly made this build more appropiate.

Firstly, this box sets the record straight and absolutely dwarfs the other €10 boxes for the time being. I'm pretty sure it's dimensions are like, twice as thick as the regular sizes i've tackled so far. It's still a light box though, there's only 78 pieces in here, very slightly more than the boxes from last time.

Let's talk about the pieces themselves. I did nooooot know there were some usually Technic pieces involved in all this. For a 5+ set, that's rather awesome and means that the complexity can be just a bit higher. With this build, it's of course kinda limited to allowing the big wheels on the front to fit.

And yyyyeah, that's kinda it. This is the definition of okay. It's a bit more of an elaborate build which is appreciated, but it's not exactly wowing me. All it does is remind me of the golden oldies from 2 decades ago. This compares neither positively or negatively.

Will say though. It's nice that the construction worker is super easy to fit in the steamroller via the retractable roof. Might wanna call it 'above average' because of that alone. Speaking of above average...

LEGO Ninjago - 71805 Jay's Mech Battle Pack

Okay, so, I never actually uh, GREW UP with Ninjago, here. I always dismissed it as something that wasn't for me and kinda looked down on those that did. I also ate out of my nose.

Time to set the record straight. Although those small, differently shaped boxes still aren't something i'm gonna get right away (though the chances of me getting them after the series is finished are a lot higher now), I certainly was eager to check out what i've missed out all these years.

And, I mean, I like it. I think this is one of the cases where you don't really get the full idea of it's quality if you don't buy a more expensive set, or multiple other cheaper ones. Still, the mech's got some meat on it's bones. It's decently substantial and required a more elaborate 78 pieces to put together. Very bendable too. I'd say it's less flexible than Doc Ock was, but in return, it's also a lot larger and also comes with those nice projectile shooters.

I have nothing to say about these minifigs in terms of how accurate they are to the Ninjago 'lore', though I like that they all wield weapons, have head armor and can swap their facial expression for maximum smugness on Master Lloyd. Is that accurate to the show? I'll believe that untill someone proves me wrong.

So overall, this is a very competent set for posing and I think I could have had quite a lot of fun with my imagination way back when. And that's good enough.

Current rankings:

In my opinion, the Construction Steamroller was a nice throwback and has an interesting set of pieces included, but the finished result isn't doing that much for me. It's solid, yet unspectacular. Honestly, i'm not even sure if it would've beaten the Fire Rescue Motorcycle if it wasn't more or less obsoleted by Spidey's bike from the Marvel set.

Jay's Mech Battle Pack is a pretty rad set and comes pretty close to toppling the Marvel set, i'd say, yeah. I think it's up to your own preference whether you prefer pop culture over LEGO's own IP, and whether you want more smaller builds or one big boi build instead. I'm giving the nod to Marvel as I find it utilises the limited amount of pieces a little better in my opinion, but it was a close call between the two.

1. Marvel - 76275 Motorcycle Chase: Spider-Man vs. Doc Ock 2. Ninjago - 71805 Jay's Mech Battle Pack 3. City - 60401 Construction Steamroller 4. City 4+ - 60410 Fire Rescue Motorcycle 5. Minecraft - 21251 Steve's Desert Expedition 6. City 4+ - 60399 Race Car

Next week, a surprise intermission with the aforementioned secret, as well as me looking really fuckin' goofy at the toy store. See ya soon!

#minuy600 #review #lego ninjago #lego #lego review #lego city #ranking list

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omg hi lovie— congratulations on 2k! you deserve it so much <3 i would love to take a look around in the hall of mirrors 🪞💕

i’m a bit of a clutz sometimes, pretty lazy to be honest, trying to cut back on all the junk food i love but man it’s hard 😔 but i’m hard at work and thriving towards my goals for this year!

when i’m home i usually just hang out with my dog, watch way too many tiktoks 😭, lovingly gaze at all the plants i’ve gathered over the years that i always forget to water until somebody points it out to me or some leaves go brown.

i love a clean kitchen, so i’m always scrubbing it but all the other rooms in my house can be messy for all i care (though i do love a clean house) but my eye twitches every time there’s a mess in the kitchen, it’s sort of an obsession really.

i love reading books, but i tend to read them in phases. like if i’m in a reading phase, i’ll read multiple books in a couple of weeks, then i might not open any pages in months. i love puzzles too! sometimes i wish i could paint, but i’m horrible at it. my favourite season is summer because i’m sick of the icy wet roads and i’m always cold, my feet are like icycles - you can always find me under a blanket.

my morning routine has been the same for years— i wake up, check my socials, then i go pee, and i can’t start my work before a cup of tea ☕️ forest fruit flavor is my favorite 🥺

i have a huge phobia of snakes (specially big ones, like anacondas n stuff), my favorite holiday is christmas and i think my all time favorite comfort movie is the wedding singer w adam sandler and drew barrymore 🫶🏻

i hope this is enough! ily 💜

okay so i went looking on your blog for more inspo/research and uhh hi?? you're so cute????? anyways:

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 2k follower celebration event ongoing! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

i think you'd work at a cafe, that way you can get all of the good tea ☺️ but also the good tea 👀 bc everyone frequents your cafe so you hear all the good gossip, which of course, you keep to yourself... until friday night, when you and your besties all get together, get some wine, rent a movie and discuss the week's findings, seeing if you can match anybody's stories together. it's great fun.

usually, the others pick the movie, but on this particular occasion, they've asked you to. as you hand steve your movie of choice, the first thing he notices is how cold your hands are, wrapping both of his around yours. you know he's a serial flirt, and it's always annoyed you a little how he assumes he can charm the pants off of anybody. you're even more annoyed at the fact that it's actually working. you feel butterflies in your stomach while he's holding your hands, and when he's negging you for your choice in movie, you hate how you're even more giggly in your defence.

you hate how you still think about the fact he winked when he finished your transaction throughout the entire following week. you hate how, when your friends are planning this friday's hangout, you're the first one to volunteer picking a movie. you hate how easy it is for you to blurt out why you rent out a movie every friday to steve and robin when they're serving you. you hate that their reaction leads you to inviting them along. you hate how, no matter where you sit that night, even if it's between your friends, steve always finds a way to sit as close to you as he can.

you hate even more that it's working. you absolutely hate the fact that you are falling head over heels for steve harrington. and yet, when he kisses you for the first time that night, there's not a single ounce of hate in your body.

#*2kcelebration #fic: steve h

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beansnake · 2 years

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retirement + the future

Hey everyone!

I’ll cut right to the point: I am retiring from being a full-time artist. I’ll give further details below the readmore, but I know this will be a very long post due to my propensity for being verbose as all hell and don’t want to beat around the bush about the core update. Also worth noting this is a slightly edited copy+paste of a public post available on my Patreon. But tumblr hates links so... Anyway, onward!

Transitioning out of this job is something I’ve wanted to do for a while; it has been taking a great toll on me (multiple repetitive stress injuries a year, constant financial stress, and a huge amount of burnout), so I’ve been investigating other job opportunities for the last six months. I’ve finally found one I’m satisfied with in the form of a full-time remote position that I’ll be starting on July 11th.

I know this is a bit short notice – after all, the 11th is a little under two weeks away – but I didn’t want to make any grand announcements until this change was 100% locked in. Now it is, I wanted to provide some closure for the many, many incredible people who have been supporting me for so long. I also want to outline what will be happening with Patreon, any possible commission openings in future, and my art going forward.

I’ll split this into sections for easy reading: what I’ll be doing in the lead-up to the 11th (The Final Days), my plans for patreon/commissions (Art for You), what I want to do about art in future (Art for Me), and finally some words for my regulars/patrons (Many Thanks).

THE FINAL DAYS

As many of you are probably aware, I still have multiple commissions in my queue and some Patreon rewards to finish. I am also currently dealing with another RSI flare and my usual back problems. I had hoped to finish most of these in the past week, but I know all too well to not push myself when I’m in this state.

So! My tentative plans are: use this week to finish the Patreon pieces and stream them if needed to inspire increased productivity. Then use the remaining week to crack down on the commissions sitting in my queue. It is possible I will run over both of these deadlines due to my RSI flare, which I’ll discuss with those I’m working for right now. Please keep an eye on your messages/email if this is you!

ART FOR YOU

After finishing the commissions in my queue I will be closed permanently for commissions. It may happen that I’ll do the occasional paid piece here and there at my whims, but I have no plans to open regularly or publicly.

As for Patreon, this is something I want to discuss with my patrons. I think I’d like to keep it open as-is at least until the end of the year, but what I do after that is very open. I’m also not entirely sure how much time I’ll have a month to do rewards, so I will likely limit reward slots to 3-5 a month. This is a very ‘play it by ear’ situation.

Again, all of this will be discussed with my patrons – via the discord server and through the most recent post on my Patreon (sorry no link bc tumblr etc), if you aren’t in said server. Please give me your thoughts and input, you all have supported me through a lot of tough times and I really cannot express my gratitude enough.

ART FOR ME

You may be asking yourself, ‘Birov are you just not going to draw anymore?’ The answer is… I’ll probably always draw. Art has been the love of my life for years upon years. As much as I’ve struggled with burnout for the last three, I know I’ll never stop drawing permanently. The only uncertainty is how much I’ll be drawing.

My theory is that I’ll probably draw very little for the first few months while my brain resets and realizes art is something I can do for fun and isn’t just my job. After this period, I have the feeling I’ll be drawing a lot more than I currently do.

But who knows! I do know I have a lot of personal art endeavors I’d like to undertake and having a clearer work/life balance may actually encourage me to undertake them. I also want to get more into drawing for-fun fanart… The world is my oyster I suppose.

So the answer to this really is… I don’t know how much or what I’ll be drawing once I start this job. But I do know I’ll keep sharing whatever I do make with everyone. I just hope you’ll continue supporting me wherever my whims take me!

MANY THANKS

I’m not really sure how to start this section… I have a lot of very intense and deep-seated emotions about the overwhelming support I’ve received in the years I’ve worked as an artist. I’ve been so, so fucking blessed; I’ve worked with almost exclusively kind clients, grown a very tight and kind community, and been given so much love I literally cannot pay it all back.

To my beloved regular commissioners: as I said, I’ve been blessed to almost exclusively work with kind people, and you guys are the core of that. So many of you have been coming back to me year after year, asking after my health with understanding for any delays, and just generally being so good to me in so many untold ways. Thank you for trusting me time and time again to make your imagination reality. It was an honor of the highest order.

To my dear patrons: many of you fall into the previous bracket, but even if you don’t, you’ve all been taking such good care of me. Without Patreon, I would have been in such dire financial straits – especially with all of my health problems. Having both the financial security and the community y’all provided me with was seriously so life changing. Thank you for always telling me to rest, for working with me to create a system we all enjoyed, and most of all for being kind to each other as well as me. I owe you all so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you <3

To my followers (new and old, though some of you have been with me for OVER TEN YEARS!!): I wouldn’t be here without you. I can’t believe how many versions of me and my art you’ve all played witness to. Thank you for loving all (or almost all?) of them. I hope you’ll love where I go next.

So… That’s the end of it. Goodbye to Birov-the-Freelancer (for now, possibly forever). Thank you all again. I’m saying it a lot, but it truly is all I can do as I look back at my many years as a commission artist. I was lucky, is all I can think. It would be stupid on my part to not be insanely grateful.

Thus, for the final time: thank you for supporting me, loving my work, and being so good to me. And thank you for reading this incredibly long post. It’s kind of dramatic but I won’t lie, this feels like an insanely huge change in my life. I honestly at points never thought I’d do anything else but this. Forever. So forgive me the theatrics. Plus, it’s just my nature.

Anyway, I’ll end it here before I ramble anymore.

– Birov <3

#birov talks #a long ass update thank you sorry its a nightmare in length

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