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pupyuj · 1 day

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[cw: g!p liz, pregnancy, breeding kink, lactation kink]

i wasn’t meant to write anything for this bcs i was literally just sitting eating breakfast this morning when the thought of baby daddy jiwon graced my brain and i laughed at it for a second but then it got serious so now ya’ll have to indulge me bcs??? 🤤🤤 also not me saying that that one baby daddy yuj was the only time i’ll write abt pregnancy and yet here we are…

kinda long bcs i rlly loved the fluffy stuff so hehe have fun 💖

we’re all thinking about the same thing, right? your chaotic mess of a girlfriend jiwon feeling as if her whole world was turned upside down when you sit her down and give her the news in the morning where the two of you were supposed to go on a cute picnic date 😭 you can’t tell me she wouldn’t sit there for at least half an hour taking everything in, merely just staring at the wall with her mouth hanging open for so long you thought it would get stuck that way 😭😭 and ykw you were worried for a bit!! the two of you certainly didn’t plan on this happening and this was the clear result of both of you forgetting to use protection that one night where you were just eager to feel the other’s skin,, you half expected jiwon to be angry and lash out at you but no! ofc weird ass jiwon takes a deep breath before pulling you up to your feet and hugging you 🥺

she figured that the news was even harder on you since you were the one carrying the kid,, and being the amazing girlfriend she was, she prioritized your feelings over her own,, comforting you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear when you broke down in her arms not bcs you were upset abt being pregnant or anything but bcs you were just relieved that jiwon wasn’t going to abandon you 🥺🥺 and you’d still go on that picnic date with her! it would be awkward at first but best believe she’s promising to be there for you and with you every step of the way whether or not you decide to keep the baby 🥹💞

i believe in the ‘jiwon would be a wonderful soon-to-be-daddy’ agenda! due to her genuine fear of fucking shit up, she’d probably read countless parenting books 😭😭 sure she knew how to take care of a little kid or two but not a baby! let alone one that she made! she’s reading books, getting ahead of the game and researching and possibly buying all the stuff your kid needs, asking her parents for advice… jiwonie just wants to be the perfect partner and parent 🥺💕 you’d find her in the kitchen one day practicing how to make milk—as in making sure it’s the correct temperature and that it tastes good.. don’t ask her how many times she has actually finished a whole tiny bottle of baby milk 😭😭

and now to the nasty parts! ☺️ if i remember correctly i said this same thing about baby daddy yuj (🤤… sorry—) but jiwonie would sometimes find herself staring at you and thinking back to the night she got you knocked up! it would be worse with her though—unlike yujin’s massive ego showoff, she’s more… dreamy about it? 😭 like she’s really basking in every detail of that night from the stumbling-into-your-bedroom shit while giggling, practically ripping each other’s clothes off while making out, jiwon surprising you with her hidden strength when she suddenly just pushes you into the bed and quite literally gives you the best fucking of your life?? all that of that along with seeing that growing bump in your stomach and your now swollen tits heavy with milk, well… nobody can blame jiwon from getting hard on the spot!

also becomes a clingy perv 🤤🤤 obsessed with backhugging you randomly and kissing your neck bcs it makes you giggle bcs ur ticklish and she loves hearing you laugh BUT ALSO you whimper and get goosebumps all over your skin so it just… turns her on so much 🫣 loves caressing your little baby bump while she half listens to you yap about your day and half touches you all over 😳 you don’t notice what she’s doing until one of her hands is squeezing your inner thigh and the other is making its way up to your breasts,, “our kid’s very lucky.. they have the prettiest mom in the whole world.” and she’s leaving marks all over your neck and shoulder while she feels up your soaked panties… 🫣🫣

jiwon’s a love-maker so expect to be gently fucked while standing by the sink! has definitely memorized each and every spot that has you scratching her arms and curling your toes so you were just completely at her mercy the entire time! the contrast of jiwon telling you the sweetest and prettiest things in your ear while she softly fucks you into an orgasm that has you seeing white?? see, she’s all hot and sexy while fucking you but then you turn around after getting situated and you see a wet spot in the middle of her pants.. even she would laugh and cover up her red face 😭 but she can’t help it okay?! it’s totally normal for someone to cum while fucking their partner.. jiwon just happened to be so stinking cute while doing so that you can’t help but take her to bed afterwards 🤭

now as we’ve established before, jiwon’s always taking care of you and that pretty much tripled every time you wanted to do something ‘drastic’ in terms of sex!☝️ jiwon is always careful when in bed with you, only choosing positions that were safe and comfortable for you even if they weren’t for her! even if you have her rolling her eyes to the back of her head while you ride her, jiwon’s still looking out for you! whether it may be asking if you’re okay, if anything hurts, or just singing your praises to ease you 🥺🥺

jiwon’s so weak against dirty talk too?? 😭 especially when you tell her you want to make a big family with her bcs she knows that means you want her to get you pregnant over and over and yk what that does to her brain?? it almost literally shuts it down bcs she gets sooo turned on at the idea 😵‍💫 sometimes she even thinks about it when she’s cleaning up the house or at work and has to run to the bathroom bcs her fucking cock just wants to burst out of her pants 😭 baby can’t control it, she always needs you :((

ah yeah and the moment your tits start leaking?? it’s so over bcs you’d think that jiwon wouldn’t get even more obsessed with you than she already is but you’re so wrong‼️‼️ teases you and calls you ‘mommy’ a lot while licking and sucking away at your breasts.. and eye contact is a must bcs she loves the flush on your cheeks as you watched her lap all of your milk up! 🫣 and she definitely makes a joke abt being the one to drink your breastmilk if your kid ever gets tired of it but the two of you know damn well it’s not just a joke 🤭 jiwon also loves massaging your breasts to ease the tension in your shoulders and god her dick just gets so fucking hard when she feels her hands get wet w your milk 😵‍💫

in all of your years dating jiwon you never could have guessed that there was a gentlewoman in her! definitely the perfect balance of being a good mommy and a very charming daddy 🥺🥺 speaking of which, her knees turn into jelly whenever you ‘jokingly’ call her ‘daddy’ in and out of bed 🫣 she’s the cutest baby daddy ever 💕

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valsdelulucorner · 2 days

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What if MC got turned instead of the brothers

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So if you've been in the obey me fandom for a while, you should know about the event that turned them into animal boys. But what if MC was given a potion by Solomon and now they are stuck with raven wings, eyes, and tail feathers.

Of course the brothers are absolutely pissed off at Solomon because not only did he use a potion on you without your knowledge, but he made you into a demi human! But their focus was more on you now, you were freaking out. Your wings and tail feathers smack into the brothers and other objects as you try and grab at your wings, your eyesight was a lot different aswell so that made you extra confused.

It took a while but they managed to calm you down, now having you sit down on one of the sofas in the living room. Lucifer sat next to you and helped you preen your wing feathers as they got scuffed up when you were freaking out, the others were not happy about this. You were like this for 3 week but during those weeks, it wasn't to miserable as you thought it'd be.

Because you were part crow now, you started to find yourself drawn to more shiny things and little trinkets, bringing them back to your own little nest that you made out of pillows and blankets. You started to get used to your new vision but you started to feel the urge to nest, the brothers would find you in little piles of pillows and other materials around the house. once they found you making a nest around belphie and just laying on him, another time they found you using satan's books to make a nest. He wasn't the happiest about that.

One thing you didnt like was how often you had to preen your wings and tail. Lucifer did it most of the time because he also had feathers but he also taught you how to do it. Sometimes the other brothers would help you and it was a nice bonding experience with them, though it was embarrassing how many feathers you plucked when you first got the wings. With the discarded feathers, you liked to leave them places where the brothers could find them. Not in a annoying way however, more in a endearing way. If levi hadn't left his room all day, he would find a nice little message written on a sticky note stuck to his door, a raven feather stuck behind it. The little things like that

I think any of the brothers would love to have you cuddle them in one of your make shift nests, one time making a cuddle pile out of all of them while you lay ontop, your wings spread out to try and cover your treasure. Sometimes when you got tired, you just flopped against one of the brothers and wrapped your wings around them, doesn't matter what they were doing, making dinner, gaming, working on homework, live streaming, doing make up, reading books, counting grim, doing paperwork, it didn't matter.

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Ok, i know this isn't the best and i know it isnt exactly like a crows mannerisms so i just leaned more into MC's human side more

This was alot of fun to write, i am doing all of your requests dont worry<3 But if you want to see something, please ask in requests

What should i do next?

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anonymousewrites · 1 day

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Twenty-One

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Twenty-One: Adventures in London

Summary: Kusuke uses Saiki's one weakness against him: (Y/N).

“Kusuo, come to my research lab,” said Kusuke, smiling at Saiki. “I want to show you something.”

After being dragged around London and losing the pieces of his receiver (because of his father, unsurprisingly), Saiki finally had his dampener fixed and could control himself and his abilities once more. Unfortunately, Kusuke’s mind still couldn’t be read due to the new device he’d created (which was frustrating for Saiki since his brother was always cooking up some new scheme).

“Why can’t we go with you?” asked Mr. Saiki.

“I want to see where you spend your days,” said Mrs. Saiki.

“You can enjoy London by yourselves now,” said Kusuke. “I got you a reservation at a restaurant with great roast beef.”

Mr. Saiki looked away nervously and addressed his wife. “Do you want to go on a date? I wouldn’t mind.”

“Me? I wouldn’t mind, either,” said Mrs. Saiki shyly.

“This isn’t your first date.”

Still, Kusuke’s suggestion won, and Mr. and Mrs. Saiki disappeared for a nice date in London. That left Saiki and Kusuke together.

“Those two never change,” said Kusuke as he started leading Saiki into the city.

“What is your intention?” questioned Saiki instantly. “I have no interest in your lab.”

“Let’s play rock-paper-scissors,” said Kusuke instead.

“Don’t ignore me,” said Saiki.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” said Kusuke. He played scissors, which lost against Saiki’s rock. “I lost,” said Kusuke, an awkward smile on his face.

“Are you happy now? I’m going,” said Kusuo, turning to head away.

“My record against you is zero wins and 725 losses now,” said Kusuke. “Your winning percentage is the lowest when you play rock. Well, I guess that’s because I chose to play scissors only 104 times. I have lost the word games thirty-1 times. I have also lost shogi fifty-nine times, chess ten times, and video games 189 times. I have also lost mah-jongg four times and the memory game seven times.”

If (Y/N) was here, they’d comment on his obsession. That thought lightened Saiki’s mood.

“There are others, too. Altogether, how many times have I lose against you?” continued Kusuke. “My total record against you is zero wins and 4,254 losses.”

(Y/N) would call this creepy, decided Saiki fondly. Still, what is he scheming this time?

“Hey, Kusuo, will you teleport us to this address and room?” asked Kusuke, holding out a paper.

Saiki narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“I’ll tell Mom and Dad if you don’t,” said Kusuke, smiling. “Don’t you want them to have a good time and know we’re having a good time?’

Weaponizing Mom being upset at us. What a dirty trick, thought Saiki. “Whatever.” He took the paper, Kusuke put his hand on Saiki’s shoulder, and the pair disappeared and reappeared.

“Wow, teleportation really is amazing,” said Kusuke.

“Where are we? A hotel room? Are we in London—” His eyes widened in alarm as his heightened senses heard voices in the next room over—all very familiar. “That can’t be. I must have misheard.” A sweat drop appeared behind his head.

“Did you figure it out already? Correct!” said Kusuke. He grinned creepily. “They are in the next room.”

In the next room over, Nendou leaned out the window. “Wow, runt, pinky, look at this! The buildings look like drawings!”

“Why did we have to come here for a surprise?” wondered Kaidou.

“It’s for Kusuo,” said (Y/N). “But I’m just hoping he feels well. He wasn’t in school because he was sick…” They knew the real reason, but their concern was immense either way.

In the other room, Saiki glared at Kusuke. “Why are they here!?”

He was torn between annoyance and suspicion. Not only were Nendou and Kaidou troublesome at the best of times (though he was friends with them even if he would never admit it), but Saiki hadn’t expected Kusuke to involve (Y/N), and yet there they were, still worried about him. Saiki didn’t want Kusuke to pull (Y/N) into any of his schemes, and that irritated him immensely. (Still, the inkling of relief to have a person he cared about so deeply there with him still made an appearance).

“I summoned them,” said Kusuke, smiling innocently. “I called them a day before your arrival. I asked them to come to London to surprise you. I sent them plane tickets.”

“You’re kidding, they wouldn’t have—” Saiki interrupted himself. “Well, they—” Nendou and Kaidou, dumb as they were at times “—would. But (Y/N) should’ve known better.”

“Really? They were the most worried about you.” Kusuke grinned. “ ‘Is Kusuo alright?’ They really seem to care.”

Saiki glared at Kusuke. The last thing he needed was his brother figuring out anything about his feelings and interfering in his (nonexistent) love life.

“Why did you bring them here?” demanded Saiki.

“Let’s play a game, Kusuo,” said Kusuke.

“A game?” Saiki curled one hand into a fist and punched it into the other.

Not intimidated, Kusuke continued, “Let’s play tag in London.”

“…What?” Saiki deadpanned even more than normal.

“I lost rock-paper-scissors. I will be it,” said Kusuke. “The time limit is three hours. As long as you don’t leave London, you can take buses, taxis, or subways. Well, sounds like fun, right?”

“What is the point? London is larger than the twenty-three wards of Tokyo,” said Saiki.

“You will play with Kaidou and Nendou as well as (L/N) so that you can’t use your powers,” said Kusuke.

“I don’t want to play,” said Saiki.

“You don’t care what happens to those three? With one signal, I can make those two explore London and return to Japan,” said Kusuke.

“(Y/N) would want to see me,” said Saiki. “They wouldn’t go along with it.”

“If you win, I’ll treat you to afternoon tea in this hotel,” said Kusuke, knowing Saiki’s sweet tooth was his biggest weakness. Or, almost.

“…What happens if you win?” said Saiki. He really wanted afternoon tea and the confections that came with it, but first he needed to understand Kusuke’s angle on top of just getting a win on the board.

Kusuke smiled brightly. “If I win, I’ll tell (L/N) you have a crush on them.”

Saiki’s jaw dropped open. What a brutal blow from Kusuke.

“Did you think it was hidden? It’s obvious,” said Kusuke, waving a hand. “As soon as they said your first name and mentioned your receiver, I knew you were open with them. The pieces were simple to put together.” He grinned. “So, what do you say?”

“We’re playing tag.” Saiki could not let Kusuke win—not if he wanted sweets and for his feelings to remain hidden. He wasn’t ready to admit anything, and he wouldn’t let Kusuke of all people do it for him.

Saiki and Kusuke opened the door to the room (Y/N), Kaidou, and Nendou had been stuck in.

“Hey, pal!” cried Nendou excitedly.

“Did we surprise you?” said Kaidou, grinning. “We’re in London.”

“How are you feeling, Saiki?” asked (Y/N), frowning.

“I’m fine,” said Saiki, nodding and pointing to the repaired receiver.

(Y/N) visibly relaxed and smiled. “I’m glad.”

“Now come on, we have to get going,” said Saiki.

“Huh?” said (Y/N), tilting their head.

“We’re playing tag,” said Kusuke with a wide grin.

“Tag?” asked (Y/N), Kaidou, and Nendou.

“I will be it, and Kusuo will hide. You three need to help him,” said Kusuke.

“What about the surprise?” asked Kaidou in confusion.

“He was surprised! We did it!” said Kusuke.

“That was it?” said Kaidou.

Knowing Saiki wouldn’t get involved with this of his own volition, (Y/N) looked at him. “You got bribed with sweets, didn’t you, Kusuo?”

“Afternoon tea,” admitted Saiki.

(Y/N) chuckled but smiled. “Alright, I’ll help. What are the rules?”

“The time limit is three hours,” said Kusuke. “You can go anywhere within the borders of London. You can take buses, taxis, and subways. Get ready, start!” He pressed the start of a timer. “I will begin searching in thirty minutes. Run!”

“Let’s go,” said Saiki, immediately grabbing (Y/N)’s wrist and hurrying to the street below.

“What is this, Saiki? I don’t understand,” said Kaidou.

Saiki took a map from a stand and glanced over it. “I’m sorry to involve you, but just shut up and follow me. This is a serious game.” Too much was on the line to mess around (sweets and his feelings).

“Don’t worry, Kusuo, we have your back,” said (Y/N) brightly.

“Isn’t this too easy? London is larger than Tokyo’s twenty-third ward,” said Kaidou.

“There are cameras in the subway like on the street,” mused Saiki, focused on the game. “Well, we could put some distance between us.” He led them down towards the underground.

“Your brother probably has a trick up his sleeve, doesn’t he?” said (Y/N).

Saiki nodded (he actually responded to them).

Sure enough, as they reached the bottom of the stairs, the shutter was down. The sign read “Tube Strike” in English.

“Yare yare. There it is,” said Saiki.

“He knew that the subways would be closed, which would make the lines for buses long,” said (Y/N). “Wow. He’s a genius.”

“Don’t praise him, he’s as weird as everyone else in my family,” said Saiki.

“We need to move fast!” said Kaidou, panicking. “He’ll be coming soon.”

If he’s watching us, I’ll watch him. Saiki crossed his eyes. Clairvoyance. He saw his brother on a hang glider. He’s coming this way. He’s close. He can reach this place in five minutes.

“What should we do?” said Nendou.

“There!” said (Y/N), pointing. “Bikes for rent.”

“Good idea.” Another reason Saiki liked (Y/N): they were actually helpful in these situations.

“But there are only three, and there are four of us,” said Kaidou worriedly.

“I can stand on the spokes on the back of one. I’ve done it a ton with Mera,” said (Y/N).

Saiki pulled out a bike. “Get on.”

“Are you su—”

“We don’t have time.”

Saiki didn’t want to admit this was nerve-wracking since he wasn’t a fan of touch usually, but he was choosing this. And it was (Y/N). He was comfortable with them. Of course, he also just didn’t want them to be so close to someone else, and with the other idiots with them, Saiki only trusted himself to keep them safe from Kusuke (not that there was really any danger, but Saiki had to justify this to himself without just getting to the point that he had a crush on (Y/N) and wanted to be close).

“Alright,” said (Y/N), getting onto the back and holding onto Saiki’s shoulders as he began pedaling.

Their cheeks warmed as they held onto him, and they fought to remain composed and focused. Their feelings were strong, but that didn’t mean they could lose focus and mess this up for Saiki. That would ruin any of (Y/N)’s chances to be close with Saiki.

On his part, Saiki kept a straight face as usual, but he kept his eyes carefully ahead instead of glancing at (Y/N)’s hands on him. They were warm even through his clothes, and his heartbeat quickened as their proximity.

Still, they all managed to remain focused on the task at hand and turned through a few streets and alleys to escape Kusuke. The bicycles were working. Unfortunately, not everyone riding them was working. Kaidou’s terrible stamina caught up, and he collapsed to the side.

“Let’s take a break,” he gasped.

“We’ve been biking for fifteen minutes,” said Saiki. “But we did try to avoid cameras. We should be alright. If we move around too much, he’ll detect our location. Perhaps we should’ve move location.”

“That’s what you think!”

From above, Kusuke dropped in with a motorcycle. Saiki and (Y/N) threw themselves out of the way.

“Seriously?! Why is he here?!” cried Kaidou.

“Are you alright?” asked Saiki, helping (Y/N) stand, and they nodded.

“So cool!” said Nendou.

“This isn’t the time for that!” cried Kaidou.

(Y/N) and Saiki jumped back onto their bicycle, and all four sped out of the alley with Kusuke on their heels.

“How did he find us?!” said (Y/N) over the rush of wind. “We avoided cameras!”

“Maybe he has psychic powers,” joked Nendou.

“It would run in the family,” said (Y/N) quietly, chuckling.

“If he did, that would be terrible,” said Saiki. Luckily, his brother was just a genius, not a psychic.

“Does he have a tracking device?” said Kaidou, giving a much more plausible idea.

Saiki’s eyes widened. “My control device.”

“He put a tracking device in it,” groaned (Y/N).

“That jerk.” Saiki looked back, his eyes glowed, and a piece of Kusuke’s motorcycle broke to stop him in his tracks. He biked on, leaving his brother behind.

They only stopped once they reached a giant department store, and Saiki led them in to try to lose Kusuke in the crowds.

“As long as he knows our location, this is better than walking around,” said Saiki. “We need to avoid standing out.”

(Y/N) coughed to avoid laughing. “Good luck with that.”

Nendou was already driving a tiny kid toy car around the store, and Kaidou was examining all of the gaming equipment.

“We have an announcement,” said the PA system, except it spoke with Kusuke’s voice. He was up to something again.

“That voice?”

“Uh-oh, he’s trying another tactic,” said (Y/N).

“Please look for three young Japanese teenagers,” said Kusuke. “One has pink hair and has climbed Big Ben. Another has (H/C) hair and dressed up as a Grenadier Guard. A third is a bad child with shifty eyes who calls football ‘soccer.’ Another is a serial killer gorilla.”

“Is the gorilla Nendou?” said (Y/N), not really fazed by the strangeness of Kusuke’s strategy. They had heard stranger things.

“Definitely,” said Saiki.

“It’s them!” cried an English man, pointing at the group. “Get them!”

Instantly, a crowd converged on them, and they took off running. Saiki led them into a bathroom and a stall. People began to bang on the door, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. They were pinned, and with the tracking device and the crowd, Kusuke would find them in an instant.

“Okay, everyone, don’t worry,” said Kusuke’s voice in the bathroom.

“He’s almost here!” whispered (Y/N) urgently.

“That was a false announcement,” said Kusuke.

“Oh, really?” murmured the crowd, slowly dispersing.

“Up,” whispered (Y/N) to Saiki.

He looked at them, and (Y/N) pointed up.

“Up,” they repeated.

Saiki’s eyes widened as he got the message, and he mentally thanked the world for giving him a friend like (Y/N). For all the trouble they got into and their air-headedness, they came through at all the rights moments.

Saiki teleported them all a floor up. There was no change in the layout of the bathroom, so Kaidou and Nendou didn’t notice. Best of all, though? Kusuke’s tracker wouldn’t see the change in elevation. He would open the door of the stall below and find nothing.

“Time’s up,” said Saiki.

Kusuke had lost once more.

“We won!” cheered Nendou.

“Now do we get to really explore London?” said Kaidou excitedly.

“Do whatever you want,” said Saiki. He opened the stall door and walked out. He had a prize to collect. “(Y/N), do you want to come to tea with me?” Kaidou and Nendou might tail after him, but what mattered was if (Y/N) came or not. They made any additional company so much more bearable.

(Y/N) grinned. “Of course!”

Saiki’s hearts warmed at their brightness.

“So are Kusuo and Saiki always like that?” asked (Y/N), taking a sip of their tea and looking at Mr. and Mrs. Saiki.

Saiki himself was glad that (Y/N) used his first name now since if they called him and Kusuke the same thing, he’d just get frustrated to be lumped in with him.

Mrs. Saiki laughed. “Oh, yes, since they were small. They’re always competing. It’s so cute.”

“Troublesome is more like it,” said Saiki. “He never stops challenging me.”

“They’re brothers. Brothers are like that,” said Mr. Saiki.

“No, he’s just a nuisance.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Well, it was kind of fun. I mean, I don’t have siblings of my own to compete with, so running around with Kaidou and Nendou and Kusuo was a real adventure.”

Saiki looked at them and their shy smile. Okay, fine. So maybe the entire situation hadn’t been that bad since he got to spend time with them and it made them happy. Saiki would never admit it out loud, but he was thankful that Kusuke’s endless competitiveness led to more bonding with (Y/N) and their joy.

“Morning, Kusuo! Where are your parents?” asked (Y/N).

“On another date,” said Saiki. It was the following day, and there was still time until they were scheduled to return to Japan, so his parents were taking advantage of the time.

“That’s cute,” said (Y/N), smiling. They liked how in-love Saiki’s parents were. It was how married couples should be.

“Where are Nendou and Kaidou?” asked Saiki.

“They went back to the department store to buy souvenirs,” said (Y/N).

“Of course they did,” said Saiki.

“Do you have anything you want to do?” asked (Y/N).

“Not particularly,” said Saiki.

“Well, I was thinking of going for a walk to find a bookstore and then head to a café to read,” said (Y/N). They shifted nervously. “Do you want to go together?”

“Yes.” The answer was instant, unusual for Saiki.

(Y/N) brightened. “Really?”

Saiki nodded.

“Awesome,” said (Y/N), grinning ear-to-ear.

Soon enough, Saiki and (Y/N) ended up in a bookstore off the trodden main roads of London. It was quaint and lovely, quiet and private.

“They have so many books,” said (Y/N), looking at each excitedly.

“Can you read English?” asked Saiki.

“Not perfectly, but I’m trying to improve,” said (Y/N), laughing sheepishly. “That’s why I’m trying to find a book that interests me. Then I can improve my vocabulary outside of just what school assigns.”

Saiki nodded, understanding. “How about this one?” He handed over a book.

“Pride…and…Prej-Prejudiice,” said (Y/N), trying to sound out the words. They brightened. “Oh, I’ve seen the movie for this. I love it!”

“What type of story is it?” asked Saiki.

“A romance between a headstrong woman and a man who doesn’t know how to show his feelings,” said (Y/N). “It’s so cute.”

“Would you watch the movie again with me? Maybe over break?” said Saiki, daring to ask (Y/N) for a private moment with them that wasn’t their usual homework or cooking. This was something more akin to what many considered a date. It was a risk to ask, but Saiki wanted to be closer to (Y/N). He wanted to show that he cared.

(Y/N)’s cheeks warmed, and their smile softened. “I’d love to, Kusuo, but are you sure you want to interrupt your time alone?”

“I don’t mind spending time with someone when it’s you,” said Saiki. “You’re my…you’re my best friend.” He avoided eye-contact, unused to his own honesty.

(Y/N)’s heart nearly burst, and, overwhelmed with their own emotions, they dared to reach out and touch Saiki’s hand. “I’m glad you like spending time with me, Kuso. I really like i. You’re my…well, you’re my best friend, too.”

Saiki looked down at the hand touching his own, and he let himself take their hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Neither had spoken the complete truth of their feelings, but it was enough. They both cared about the other. That was all their hearts needed to know for now.

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oqmemphis · 5 hours

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i MUST hear more about this very normal and completely functional minecraft server. please spill more details

Before the last world reset, there was a region a few hundred blocks across which was permanently lit as though it were noon 24 hours a day, because one of the admins replaced every air block with an invisible level 15 light block. Directly next to this was a former ocean that got turned into a vast plain of packed ice stretching in every direction; you could stand in the middle of it and it would be indistinguishable from superflat.

On that old world, the market next to spawn had about a 50% chance of completely locking up my game any time I went there, and the only way to fix it was to go into Task Manager and force-crash Minecraft. Nobody else ever had this issue, and to this day I do not know what caused it.

There was an entirely separate world containing a single castle, which you could only get to if the owner of the castle teleported you in there. The castle was supposed to be surrounded by an inescapable dome of barrier blocks, but I managed to get out and explore the rest of the world. At 0,0 there was a village that had generated in a massive pit, a hundred blocks across and stretching nearly to bedrock. Immediately next to this pit was a frozen river bearing the shatter pattern of some kind of large explosion, set off by forces unknown.

Someone built an outpost one million blocks away from spawn. Those chunks got culled at some point, and when the player who built it went back there they found a completely different landscape generated in its place. There was never an update that changed terrain generation during that world's run.

Recently, the functionality of rails got completely inverted. Unpowered rails would accelerate a minecart, while powered ones would stop it in its tracks. This, at least, was just an issue with one plugin being configured wrong. Sometimes there are issues where multiple plugins exist alongside each other fight for dominance.

We have one plugin that allows some players to fly and resist all fall damage without elytra or equipment, and another plugin that (until recently) was configured to block the first plugin from functioning whenever you were in another player's land claim. This led to situations where you could fly into an invisible claim region and instantly drop out of the sky and die. I have died seven times on this world, and all of them were because of this.

There is an obsidian sphere about a hundred blocks across, mostly submerged in the ocean; elsewhere, there is an island of comparable size which is covered entirely in basalt; and elsewhere still, there is a region of forest that has been fully replaced with sculk. I know this because I am currently making a map of the server covering around 12000x12000 blocks, and all those places just show up as mysterious, cursed splotches of black.

There is a lot of lore and roleplaying. The Queen is both fae and vampiric; my queries as to how precisely a diet of blood is reconciled with an iron allergy have gone largely unanswered. She has also canonically destroyed and remade the entire world on two separate occasions. The server has only undergone one world reset.

Immediately before said reset, I wrote a 70-page book filled with footnote labyrinths, in which my character briefly goes on an anti-capitalist rant before discussing the architectural styling of his home and the impending obliteration thereof. It serves as a spiritual sequel to a 100-page book which is ostensibly a user manual for installing an item sorter, but which also contains the lyrics to Mr Blue Sky and mentions something called the "City of Ouranos Department for Bibliographical Metaphysics and Chilled Legumes" (which is a reference to a different server I used to play on, in which a "Cool Bean War" was instigated with the help of a book that would crash your game if you tried to read past the first page).

The item sorter that the aforementioned user manual is for is a colossal assemblage of redstone components that click and flash for several minutes every time you put anything into it. I never actually built this on the server, because I ended up making a much simpler design using a custom plugin called SlimeFun (which tries to emulate the functionality of a tech mod without actually being one). This plugin's cargo management system does not contain a priority allocation mechanism, so I ended up implementing one by forcing the lower-priority route through a very long cargo pipe that eventually loops back on itself and ends at an overflow chest a few blocks from the starting point, thereby tricking SlimeFun's pathfinding algorithm into only sending items through it if every other option has been exhausted.

A reincarnation of Herb the Herbalist, the bizarre glitchy NPC entity that @the-unseelie-court-official has discussed at length, now resides in a hole directly under world spawn, repeating the same six lines of dialogue on a loop for all eternity:

I once was free, you know? There was a time when the Queen almost came toppling around me. Like a puppet with no strings I could not move nor speak, but I was free. It was stripped from me. Even now I dance her tune, only speaking of this past because she lets me. I crave nothing more than death. Please, unjust unmerciful God who would leave me to survive.

So, y'know, they're doing fine.

#normal server #long post

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IT HAS BEEN FOUND

Hi!

The beginning of it was Crowley couldn’t find a way to get Yuu home, so they stayed and got married to [insert boy of choice] but the Twisted Wonderland government found out and sent Yuu back home, but Yuu was pregnant — this was unknown to the government. Yuu ends up back in their small town where they’re now treated as outcasts. Yuu has amnesia and it gets worse every time they look at their son (Yuu and boy-of-choice child) and remembers [boy of choice]. Yuu dies when their son’s a teenager, and the son gets isekaid into Twisted Wonderland. There he gets sorted into a dorm (Riddle’s son is in Heartslabyul, Azul’s is in Octavinelle). Twisted Wonderland is also in shambles without Yuu: everyone’s overblotting (Riddle is an overblot), the ocean is unlivable, the world is basically in apocalypse mode. In order to save Twisted Wonderland, Yuu’s son must go back in time and do something so that Yuu can stay (I don’t remember what he has to do). I think he gets teleported to Yuu’s time when they’re doing Vargas’ Camp?? I think it had something to do with a camp idk. I think the son calls himself something like “Yuukun” when introducing himself to them. There are different summaries(?) for the boys. (I only remember a few, which are the ones I list)

Ortho: Ortho scans Yuu’s son (Yuu + Idia), and finds that he has the Shroud curse Ruggie: Doesn’t care. Time isn’t real so he can still shoot his shot with Yuu Jamil: Super suspicious when Yuukun tries getting close to him. He’d understand him getting close to Kalim, but choosing him??? Weird and suspicious Trey: Wonders why Yuu stopped coming to visit. Turns out Yuukun was baking Yuu treats. He gets jealous of Yuukun. Sebek: Gets into a shouting match with Yuukun Rook: Gives Yuukun a nickname (I think it was based off a duckling?) Floyd: Gets jealous of Yuukun and calls him Shrimpy Jr (I think) until he finds out Yuukun’s his son Ace: I don’t remember Ace’s reaction but I do remember a line from Yuukun’s POV “In his eyes, his father only had his dignity, and not even that.” (I think that’s how it went) It was because of the way Ace acted around Yuu

There was more stuff for different characters, like it gave more background on Yuukun’s past depending on the dad:

Riddle: Yuukun is very short and angry, which caused him to be a troublemaker back in Yuu’s world. He knows all 810 of the Queen of Hearts rules, but I think he’s lax with them. Riddle is an OB in this timeline (or maybe all of them?) Azul: Yuukun is shy and chubby as a child. He’s still shy, but he turned the baby fat into muscle. He’s afraid of Azul. Yuukun could beat him in an arm wrestling match. Ace: Has zero respect for Ace Sebek: Sebek 2.0 but is loyal to Yuu instead of Malleus. Gets angry when Sebek insults Yuu (cue shouting match) Floyd: Yuukun was part of his old school’s swim team. Loves swimming. Monstro Lounge doesn’t exist in NRC anymore. Is appreciative of Octavinelle’s oceans so he can get an understanding of what the oceans are like in twst due to most of them being polluted. Defensive of Yuu when Floyd approached Yuu and him. Understands Floyd is a predator but is happy to hear his father’s voice for the first time. Back in Yuukun’s timeline Floyd might be dead and Jade asks Yuukun to make sure he gets more siblings so he (Jade) can be a bad influence on them. When Floyd learns Yuukun’s his son, he takes him swimming to talk and tells him he’d never abandon him, and “wasn’t he there at all?”

Please help I’ve scoured the internet for it and left empty-handed (also Ty for taking the time to read :>)

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canonicallyobserving911 · 21 hours

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Buddie: 4x13 Recap in preparation for 7x9 (other ships included too)

Ok... I'm intrigued for the last two episodes now after reading the journalists' commentary who've previewed the episode. MG said 7x9 and 7x10 should have been billed as a two part finale and the GIF he used to describe it in one word was "Pain". Also, KP said it seems like they're picking up "old threads" that weren't properly explored. Well... I REMEMBER THERE'S A LOT THAT WASN'T EXPLORED BETWEEN BUCK AND EDDIE 👀 (more on them below).

I've been thinking about 4x13 and the whereabouts of all the 'ships during that episode to parallel them with 7x9 and here goes. (Buddie is last just like they were at the end of 4x13).

Bathena

4x13 - Bobby and Athena were on the outs because in 4x12, Athena mentioned after she was attacked by Jeffrey in 3x17, she was offered early retirement but she turned it down. She never told Bobby about it. They ARGUED for the first time in 4x13 and they were still arguing when Hen called Bobby in 4x14 to tell him Eddie had been shot.

7x9 - Bobby's struggling with his past and Athena's worried about him just like she was worried in 4x13 that he was hiding something from her. It's possible from the 7x9 sneak peek that Bobby might be having delusions of someone being after him.

Henren

4x13 - Toni (Hen's mother) got sick and she fainted. Hen's medical school classmates helped her figure out what was wrong with her. After she was admitted to the hospital, Toni told Hen, the medical field needed more African American doctors.

7x9 - Hen and Karen have a foster child named Mara. Reminder, they had just given Nia back to her mother earlier in season 4 and Hen struggled with it because she didn't want her to go back to Evangeline.

Madney

4x13 - Maddie was struggling with PPD and she was going through it. She was still going to work but Chimney wasn't aware of how much she was struggling until she told him. Maddie quit her job in 4x14 and in 7x7 she told Amir she used to be a nurse.

After 7x6, Madney is in a happy place so it's unclear what, if anything, they could be struggling with in 7x9.

Buddie

4x13 - Buck and Eddie’s storylines were the most intense, the most intertwined and the biggest. Reminder, Eddie didn't breakup with AF after Carla told him to follow his heart and not Chris'.

AF found out Charlie's mother was swindling people out of their money which led to Eddie figuring out she was poisoning him.

He told Buck and Chimney about it and Buck didn't even put on his uniform, he just left with Eddie.

Captain Jeshan Mehta and the 133 were dispatched to the call and Buck drove the Batallion SUV to the scene with Eddie in the passenger's seat.

Then the 3 minutes and 17 seconds that changed everything. It showed the audience that Buck and Eddie are in love with each other and if they missed it, they should rewatch the episode.

Eddie reached for Buck and in 4x14, he asked him if he was hurt.

7x9 - Eddie didn't breakup with Maris*l in 7x5 like he should have the same way he didn't breakup with AF in 4x13 like he should have.

The 133 will be on a scene in 7x9 or 7x10 and it'll be interesting to see if Captain Mehta will be there too.

Also, Eddie’s either having delusions that the woman he met either looks like Shannon or he thinks she does. This parallel with Bobby appears to be mental instead of physical this time, so if history is about to repeat itself, then it's likely Bobby and Eddie could both be suffering from delusions. Reminder, Bathena and Buddie ALWAYS PARALLEL EACH OTHER.

If TM is really about to redo a scene for Buck and Eddie that will rival the shooting and explore EVERYTHING THE F*X NETWORK WOULDN'T LET HIM DO WITH BUCK AND EDDIE THREE YEARS AGO THEN... THIS IS ABOUT TO BE EPIC!

IYKYK Buck and Eddie are in love with each other and if Eddie gets hurt again, EVERYBODY IS GOING TO SEE IT THIS TIME INCLUDING T*MMY, HELENA, RAMON AND THE 118.

The will was revealed in 4x14 and maybe it's meaning will be explored in 7x10 along with the reason why Eddie waited a whole year to tell Buck about it. It's possible it will come into play again before the end of the season, especially if Eddie's badly injured this time and the Diaz parents show up. If Helena thinks she's taking Chris to El Paso with them, she'll be WRONG because Buck’s his legal guardian.

Reminder, the 133 was there the last time but this time they'll be with their found family and Buck can't hide his feelings for Eddie, like EVER especially when he's injured or hurt.

In 7x6, the foreshadowing was there when he thought Eddie was dead while he was lying in the bathtub.

These are pictures of Buck’s face whenever Eddie’s hurt.

T*mmy doesn't have a chance with Buck because Buck and Eddie gave each other their hearts a long time ago and I can't wait until T*mmy sees it with his own eyes so he'll be gone. He won't be able to pretend Buck was trying to get his attention anymore because Buck’s going to go nuts if Eddie's hurt again. His heart will be on full display and there won't be any denying who he loves.

Buck loves Eddie Diaz and Eddie loves Evan Buckley!

I ONLY SHIP BUDDIE!

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #madney #maddie buckley #chimney han #bathena #bobby nash #athena grant #henren #hen wilson #911 abc #911 on abc #911 meta #911 spoilers #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #911 speculation

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CONTAINS: sawamura daichi x curly haired fem reader, fluff

PART OF THE FIRSTS SERIES | daichi learns something new about you when he watches you do your hair for the first time

"What are you doing?" Daichi asked with a curious smile. He put his rinsed toothbrush back in the cup sat between the two faucets of your bathroom.

You just sectioned your hair, a crooked part running from ear to ear while the rest of your wet curly hair rested on top of your head in a bun. The ends off your hair sporadically dripped, soaking the top of your black shirt.

"My hair?" You met his eyes in the reflection of the mirror with scrunched eyebrows. You raked your leave-in conditioner through your hair, making sure not to miss a single strand.

"Of course," he chuckled and turned to you, leaning his hip against the counter, "I just mean does it always take all of this," he grabbed your small container of gel and read the label, "to do your hair?"

In the years you were long distance, it was no secret how much time you spent on your hair, especially on wash days. You always sent him a message on those days, giving him a heads up to let him know you were going to be radio silent for a couple of hours. Daichi assumed it was the washing that took the most effort, considering the length and different texture of your hair. But now he got to witness the whole process, it was clear he was mistaken.

"Not always." Daichi watched closely as you singled out a curl, twirled it around your finger until it reached your scalp and let it go. It fell into a perfect ringlet. "The first day I use all of my products and the rest of the week I only use water and mousse-- oh and sometimes gel, depending on the hair style I wanna wear."

He nodded and absentmindedly chewed on his bottom lip as his softened gaze stayed with you. It had been a little over a week since you moved in and again he realized how much he had been deprived of with the thousands of kilometers between you. It was a bittersweet feeling, constantly being reminded of what he missed, but also of how many things there were still left to be discovered.

After a moment of silence you let your arms fall at your side and you glanced at him. "Are you just going to stare at me until I'm done?"

"Would that be a problem?"

"That would be creepy."

You laughed together and you continued, your wrinkled fingers making ringlet after ringlet, finishing the bottom row.

"And what is this. . . technique called?"

"This technique," you playfully mocked his formal choice of words, "is called finger coiling."

Daichi observed your hair. The finger coiled curls looked closer to what your every day hair looked like compared to your freshly washed hair. "Do you need to do that to make your curls?"

"Oh, no," you took down your bun to section off another row, "water just weighs down my hair, but when it dries, even without products, my hair looks like what you're used to-- well, a frizzy version of what you're used to."

"Do you have any pictures of your hair like that?"

If anyone else had asked you that question, you would have thought it was to laugh at you, but Daichi's innocent curiosity was strangely heartwarming. "I would have to look in my phone, but probably yeah."

You wetted your, now, damp hair and raked your products through it until it looked more defined. When you started finger coiling each individual curl, Daichi leaned closer to you. "Can I try coiling one?"

Your eyes slightly widened and your hands came to a halt. "Really?"

"If you're okay with it."

An uncontrollable smile spread across your face. "Yeah."

You turned your back to him and he pushed himself off the counter. You looked at both of your reflections in the mirror and picked out a curl for him to practice on. "Do you need any help or have you watched closely enough?"

He took the curl from your hand and narrowed his eyes in concentration. "I should be fine. . . I think."

Daichi started off the right way, his finger holding on to the end of your clumped strands, only to twirl them the opposite direction of your curl pattern. Your shoulders shuddered as you horribly failed at suppressing your chuckles, the curl unraveling in his motion.

"Okay maybe this isn't as easy as it looks." Amusement laced his voice as he inspected his work and compared it to yours.

"You'll get it next time." You took the frizzy curl back and kissed him with a smile, adoring his willingness to try.

NOTE: i decided to make a series out of this, because it's so easy to think of cute (and angsty) scenarios for this. who knows how long i'll keep this up, but i hope you enjoyed it either way. if anyone has any suggestions for scenarios i would love to hear them :)

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Drifting

Pairing: Will Ramos x reader Word Count: 5.9k Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If you feel some type of way about it please please just don’t read <3 Warnings: 18+ SMUT; MDNI; Porn with plot; car sex; unprotected sex (be safe guys!); p in v ; fingering (female receiving); soft dom Will; slight dumbification; dirty talk; praise kink; slight fluff; There is one problem with this app and it’s the enraging lack of Will Ramos content! I can’t get this man out of my head so I decided that if I can't read about him, then I'll have to write. This is my first time writing so please keep that in mind. English is also not my first language. Constructive criticism is more than welcome. Hope it’s not too bad! Enjoy!

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Pretty. How could somebody be that pretty? Were the first thoughts that crossed his mind when he first laid eyes on you.

After a month of touring, he was finally able to return to the raceway, excited to let go of all of the tension and stress the tour had caused him. It was his way of escaping the stress of his daily life, somewhere he could release all his built-up tension and feel the rush of adrenaline push all of his concerns away. That was until he saw you for the first time that day.

He pulled up and parked his car next in the row of the dozen other vehicles already parked there, side by side, all facing the raceway. He could hear the chatter and laughter of the people chilling around the cars as well as the muffled sound of music blasting out of some car’s speakers. He opened the door and got out, being greeted by what had by now become his closest friends. He was already feeling so much better being back home, surrounded by the familiar smell of tar and burnt plastic that filled the air as the wheels of the car that was currently drifting through the course left marks at every sharp curve.

While waiting for their turn on the track, the rest of the attendants watched the show while drinking, listening to music and chatting. The relaxed vibe of the gatherings as well as his outgoing personality made it so he had no problem befriending every single regular attendee of the raceway. It was truly his place of refuge, a safe zone, somewhere he could allow his always busy mind to let go of any worry and give in to the rush of adrenaline. Until he saw you.

When his eyes met yours he froze in place for a second. He took in your form, long hair draping over your shoulders that were exposed by your strapless black top. Your face looked surreal to him, makeup done to perfection and pretty lips reflecting the sunset light thanks to your pink gloss. Your hips tightly hugged by the jean shorts you were wearing as you sat on the hood of your pink lambo with your friend. God what a view.

He made his way down the different smaller groups of people, stopping from time to time to chit chat and answer questions about how the tour went. He couldn’t help but still glances at your direction as he subconsciously kept his answers shorter than usual just to speed up the process, hoping to finally reach your car.

Finally he turned towards you, getting slightly lightheaded at how much more beautiful you looked up close. Your friend was closest to the side of the car next to which Will was standing now and you watched on as they said hi to one another and talked briefly. After what feels like an eternity, your friend looks at you and places a hand on your thigh.

“This is Will. I told you about him, remember?” She said signaling towards the man as he stood there with a kind smile and his hands in his pockets. You definitely remembered that name, as during the past three weeks since you joined the group all they would talk about was him. Will this, Will that. Everybody had a story to tell about him. So by the time his red car pulled up and you heard the people around you talk about how he was finally back your eyes were fixed on that red door, ready to see who the famous Will was.

Your mouth fell slightly open as you watched him get out of his car. Pretty, you thought. What a pretty smile. He began enthusiastically saying hi to everybody as you were stuck in a trance looking at him. Black jeans and a black hoodie shouldn’t look that good on somebody. A silver chain and his pink curls peeking out of his black cap broke the monochromatic outfit. His sleeves were slightly pulled up, letting you admire his tatted arms and hands. His handsome face was framed perfectly by the tattoos that ran up his neck and his sharp jawline perfectly complimented by a frame of ink.

You felt your breath quickening the closer he got to your car until he was finally in front of you, speaking happily to your friend. You could tell he was just as friendly and outgoing as your new friends had described, an aura of confidence and kindness oozing out of him.

“This is Will. I told you about him, remember?” You nod in response with a slight smile, lifting your hand to wave hello to the man whose pretty brown eyes are now on you. “This is Y/N” your friend said. “She’s been coming to the track for a couple weeks now”.

“Nice to meet you” Will extended his hand to you and you shook it briefly, trying to ignore the electricity running down your spine as his warm skin made contact with yours.

“Nice to meet you too! I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice finally being able to put a face to the name after three weeks” You said, causing him to laugh lightly while he ran his hand through the back of his neck.

“Oh is that so? Only good things I hope” He replied getting a small giggle from you as you shook your head.

“Sadly only terrible things I am afraid” You joked, getting a quiet ‘I see…’ from him as he smiled even more brightly.

“This your car?” He asked, pointing at the pink lambo you and your friend were using as a seat in that moment. You nodded your head yes.

“Yes, this is my baby” You lightly pet the hood of the car as if it were a sleeping cat smiling up at him as your friend got up to get herself another drink.

“Oh I see. She is a beauty that’s for sure” He said giving a look at your car only to return his eyes to yours, making your legs shake slightly.

“May I?” He asked pointing at the now free space on the hood next to you.

“Of course” you signaled with your hands and he leaned back, resting his weight on the hood of the car without sitting on it. His arms were now crossed as were his legs and he looked relaxed as he looked back and forth between the track and you. You had never met somebody who made people so comfortable just by being around them. The smell of his perfume mixed in your lungs with the smell of burnt plastic coming from the track.

“Are you also waiting on your turn?” He asked, signaling towards the track with his chin.

“Oh god no! I am not a fan of curves actually. I just enjoy coming here to hang out.” You said, resting your hands on the hood behind you.

“Oh okay. Why the Lamborghini then if I may ask?”

“I like to race” You replied, his eyebrows raising slightly in shock.

“Oh wow that is awesome! I guess I owe you an apology for assuming you were wasting a lambo on boring stuff” He said, face filled with genuine interest in your answer. He was so full of life that his energy was contagious.

“I have to admit I am slightly offended Will” you said, his name leaving your lips for the first time.

“I guess I’ll have to make it up to you somehow” He said as he shifted his weight back to his feet, no longer leaning on to your car. “But I think I have to head down now, it should be my turn on the track soon. It was nice meeting you!” He said with a smile as he walked to his car and got in closing the door.

From that moment on, his mind became inundated with thoughts of you. When would he get to see you next? Would you be there next time he went to the track? Would you be wearing those shorts again? Will sighed in frustration as he made his way to the track again, no longer able to disconnect his busy thoughts on the way there, but instead rushing through all possible scenarios that could unfold if he were to see you there again this time.

For the past few weeks, this had been a struggle for him. Always hoping he would bump into you again at the tracks, praying for any opportunity to talk to you. Not only were you beautiful but you were also incredibly cool to hang out with and that only made Will's fixation on you stronger.

You were more than happy anytime the human golden retriever approached you to start small talk or just to chill together as you watched the race. Within the next few meetups, you realized that not only was he the most outgoing person you had ever met, but also a complete flirt. The way he would joke with you and tease you just to get you to blush slightly at his banter made your heart do summersaults inside your chest. Was he like this with the other girls too? Did he also look at them with heavy eyelids as he took as sip of his drink?

Despite the slight sting of jealousy, you were almost certain that he was just like this with you. Why? Because you had carefully analyzed every interaction he had with the rest of the group throughout the last hangouts. You had to. You needed to know if he looked at them the way he looked at you. If he took as close attention to what they said as he did with every word that came out of your mouth. You had become consumed by the possibilities, feeling a growing chemistry between both of you but too much of a coward to ask him directly.

I mean he was irresistible, and he knew it. He had to know. How couldn’t he? He was clearly a confident guy and he had good reason to be. Not only was he incredibly attractive but funny and caring too. He was the whole package and you felt greedy for thinking you might have a chance at having him. Did he feel the connection too? Were you making it all up in your head? These questions rushed through your head everyday as the weeks went by.

Even now, your thoughts consumed you as you sped down the highway in your car. Usually the feeling of the breeze on your hair and the pull of the speed was enough to empty your head of any thoughts. But you couldn’t shake Will off your head.

And there you were again at the track as you had been almost every other day for the past few weeks. You were hugging your knees, sitting on the hood of your car watching the sun set over the track. The slight sound of Will resting his weight on your car snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him with a smile.

“Are you not going on the track today?” you asked, as he hadn’t had his turn on the raceway yet.

“I am I am!” he replied “I was just maybe wondering if you’d like to hop in and join me this time” he said, eyebrows raised, pretty brown eyes pleading for you to say yes.

“What?! Me?! Down there?! Are you insane Ramos?!” you replied, eyes widened. You had talked about it in the past, about you being scared of the spinning and turning.

“I promise it is not as bad as you imagine it. It’s actually pretty fun. Why do you think all of us do it?” He asked, one eyebrow raised at you. “Come on, I could teach you how to drift. If you do it yourself it will be less scary. I promise”

The promise of being closer to him and spending some time alone even if it was inside his car made you swallow your fears. You closed your eyes, sighing, convincing yourself that it would be okay.

“Fine. Let’s do it” You said as you got down from the hood. He gave you a shit-eating grin as you finally gave in to his pleas at which you rolled your eyes with a slight laugh.

He walked you to his car, eyeing your figure as he walked two steps behind you. Your black mini dress hugged your curves perfectly and he couldn’t help but wonder how high it would ride up your thighs if he were to bend you over the hood of his car. God how pretty you would look.

He opened the passenger door for you and you thanked him as you sat down. His masculine smell now surrounding you, you closed your eyes letting the scent fill your lungs as he sat next to you in the driver seat. He turned the ignition on and drove the car down to the track.

“Okay are you ready? I promise I will start slow” He said, looking at you waiting for your okay. He was incredibly happy you trusted him enough to even agree to try this so he wanted to make sure.

“It’s not the speed I am scared of Will, it’s the spinning like a washing machine on tumble part.” You said, your tone slightly shaking as you were quite nervous. Your breaths were intentionally slow to try to calm your racing heart. You couldn’t tell what was making it race more, the slight fear you were feeling, or Will’s pretty tattooed hands buckling your seatbelt for you. He was so close; you could feel his warm breath on your skin. Your eyes wondered for a second to his lips. You could swear you saw his smile get wider at this. Did he see? Luckily, he leaned back, returning to his seat before he could see your face turn red.

“I promise it will be fine. Okay? You can trust me, you know?” He said, his deep brown eyes looking into yours. You felt as if he could see your entire being, even those parts of you that you tried to hide most. But with him, it felt natural. You sighed and shook your head.

“You need to stop looking at me like that Will”

“Why? Is it working?” He asked, his expression turning slightly cocky as he called you out. You blushed, choosing to ignore his flirtatiousness for your own sanity.

“I know I can trust you. Now go before I change my mind” You said, both hands holding onto your seatbelt softly looking for any kind of security this act could bring you.

Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you looked ahead at the road, face filled with a mix of determination and slight unsureness. He wanted to kiss your furrowed brows so badly. But instead he nodded, putting the car in gear.

You felt the vehicle pick up in speed quickly, a feeling you were more than used to. However, as you saw the curve getting closer as the car sped up, you felt your body tense up. Will placed his hand on your thigh softly giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you ready?” He asked, to which you nodded inhaling deeply as you were suddenly hit with centripetal force. You felt your body float for a second, almost as if deprived of gravity, your heart rushing and the adrenaline pumping to your veins. You couldn’t help but start laughing at the incredible sensation, feeling like a kid on a rollercoaster.

Hearing you laugh, Will felt relieved. And then he felt happy. Happier than he had felt in a long time, loving how your sweet laughter rang in his ears. He took it as a sign to continue down the track, drifting at every curve, each time with more force. After the last curve, he drifted one last time and slowed down the car to a stop.

You were left laughing and catching your breath at the same time, your pupils dilated and your hair slightly messy. He had never seen such a beautiful sight.

“You wanna try?” He asked, to which you nodded eagerly. He smiled happily and got out to open the door for you.

He admired your profile as he sat down next to you, this time with you behind the wheel and him as a co-pilot. There was something so erotic about the way you shifted slightly, adjusting yourself to the feeling of the car seat. The way your bare thighs clung slightly to the leader. The way your pretty hands with your manicured nails took hold of the steering wheel experimentally. Pretty nails for a pretty girl, he thought. And God how much prettier they would look wrapped around his cock.

“Okay so what do I do?” your voice snapped him out of his trance.

“Okay it is very simple in theory. All you have to do is steer towards the curve as you approach it and then steer away quickly while shortly stepping on the break.” He explained, looking at you as you nodded at the instructions. “The tricky part is you cannot hesitate. If you do then it becomes dangerous. So I need you to trust yourself okay?” He said.

You nodded again, filled with determination. A part of you wanted to get over your fear and another part of you wanted to make him feel proud of you.

“Good girl. In that case, hit the gas whenever you are ready” The pet name sent shivers down your spine. You shuffled slightly in your seat adjusting for the increasing pressure you felt between your legs. You took a deep breath and began speeding down the track headed for the first curve. As you did you felt his hand on your thigh again, reminding you that he was there with you. You turned into the curve like he had instructed.

“Wait… Now steer away!” You followed his order and felt the car shift under your feet, wheels squeaking against the track loudly. Your body was lifted slightly due to the force, and you felt adrenaline pumping through your veins. You stopped the car smoothly as you came out of the drift, now surrounded by a cloud of burnt plastic, the night was suddenly quiet again as you two were the only ones left on the track. Your chest was busy with your heavy breathing caused by the adrenaline and a smile slowly formed on your lips.

“I did it!” you exclaimed happily, feeling proud of yourself.

“You did! That was incredible” He was just as happy as you were, feeling his heart tug in his chest at your proud smile. He pulled you in for a hug and you closed your eyes upon feeling his warmth. His arms were wrapped around you as he told you how proud he was that you managed to overcome your fear. Your breathing was still quick due to the adrenaline, your mind still racing at the speed of the drifting car. So when he pulled away from the hug slowly, your body acted on its own, pulling the boy towards you by the collar of his hoodie and closing the distance between you again, only this time with your lips crashing against his.

He was quick to kiss you back, although softly and slowly in contrast to your adrenaline-driven hunger. You relaxed into his warm lips, feeling the remaining tension leaving your shoulders. Only butterflies were left now. And you could swear there had to be at least a million of them flying wildly inside your chest.

He deepened the kiss, bringing one of his hands to hold your cheek softly, rubbing loving circles on the skin with his thumb. You hummed into his mouth, to which he moaned in response daring to bring his tongue to slowly trace your lips. You could feel the temperature rising inside the car as both of your body temperatures increased. You squeezed your knees together feeling the slick that was beginning to pool in your panties.

Will intensified the kiss, leaning closer to you so he could explore your mouth with ease. He let a frustrated groan leave his lips as the seatbelt stopped him from coming as close as he wanted to, so he swiftly unbuckled himself.

Next thing you knew, Will was leaning almost completely over you, part of his weight pressing against you. Without leaving your lips, he reclined the driver's seat, leaving you almost lying down completely with him on top of you.

“God you’re so beautiful. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this” He confessed, breath heavy over your lips as he tried to catch up to the oxygen lost during the exchange. “You look so pretty under me like this” His words went straight to your chore, causing you to press your legs together even more. He closed the space again, kissing you hungrily. You brought your hands to the back of his head, playing with his soft locks as you lost yourself in the kiss as you subconsciously began rocking your hips upwards in search for more contact.

“Fuck” his eyes closed for a moment as he tried to keep his cool in order not to completely lose control. “Want you so bad” He said, his by now hard cock straining painfully against the constraint of his black jeans.

“Want you too. Please” You begged softly only to bring him back into a desperate kiss.

“Are you sure princess?” He asked, starting to leave soft kisses along your jawline. He was holding his weight up on one hand while the other left soft caresses on the hem of your dress on the outer part of your thigh. He was trying so hard to keep his hands to himself until you gave him your full consent.

“Yes… please…” you moaned out, causing his cock to twitch against his pants. Unable to hold himself back any longer he unbuckled your seatbelt. He tapped your legs softly signaling for you to spread your knees, allowing him to fill the space between your legs, his hips now meeting yours. He hissed at the sensation, cursing as he began to rut his clothed cock against your chore.

You looked so beautiful underneath him, cheeks flushed with heat, messy hear splayed out on his car’s seat, your eyelids heavy with lust as you whined for him to continue. “More please… I need you to touch me” you pleaded as you felt his warm lips begin to kiss and suck on your neck slowly.

“What a needy girl…” he looked up at you slightly from the crook of your neck only to leave a small bite that made you gasp. Suddenly his weight was no longer on you, as he distanced himself and sat back down on his seat. You looked at him with confusion, feeling your skin get cold as soon as his body wasn’t on yours.

“Move to the back princess” he explained, pointing towards the back seat with his chin, giving you as much space as possible to move to the back through the gap between the front seats. You sat up and crawled to the back with some difficulty at the tight space.

“Fuck…” you heard him say as you felt one of his big hands grab at your ass as you struggled to move to the back. You finally were able to make it to the back to which he followed, joining you in the back. His eyes met yours, now with a darkened look full of admiration and lust. What a sight you were. Lips slightly swollen from kissing him, dress halfway up your hips, exposing your underwear to him. “God you look so pretty like this… so needy for me”

As quickly as he separated earlier now his weight was back on you as he cornered you against the inside of the back door, one hand behind your neck. He began rutting his hips against yours again, swallowing every pretty moan that left your lips with his. In one swift move he sat up, pulling you along with him and leaving you straddling him.

“Can I take this off princess?” He asked, toying with the hem of your dress. “yes…” As soon as that word left your lips he was pulling the dress over your head as you raised your arms eagerly.

Once the clothing item was somewhere in the floor of the car and no longer hiding your form from him, he took his time to admire you. His eyes looked you up and down slowly. Your pink underwear set was lacy and complimented your skin beautifully. He could simply not believe you were real.

“Such a pretty girl…” He began attacking your neck with wet kisses as his hands explored your body, leaving your skin burning wherever he touched you. He carefully slid you bra straps down your shoulders, his eyes asking for permission to remove the item completely. You nodded, your lips now too busy kissing and licking his pretty neck tattoos, earning you groans from him. He freed your breasts from the constraint of the bra and you let out a soft moan when you felt his warm hands on your breasts.

“Shit how can you be so perfect?” He asked, taking one of your nipples between his fingers and massaging it carefully. His touch was demanding but careful, his expert hands knowing exactly where and how to touch to have you pleading more, soft moans of his name leaving your lips.

You hid your face in his neck trying to muffle your moans as you started moving your hips against his clothed erection.

“Let me hear you pretty… There’s no one to hear anyway hmm? I have you all to myself” He said, urging you to stop concealing your moans. Your hands went down to his hoodie, trying to pull it off of him without detaching your lips from his neck.

“I want to see you too” you said, urging him to take it off. He smiled cockily, his hands leaving your hardened nipples to pull at the back of his hoodie, taking it off together with his t-shirt. His defined torso was now exposed to you, silver chain contrasting against the black of the ink that decorated his chest and arms. Your lips parted in a quiet ‘oh god’ as you took the view in. “Fuck you’re so hot… Need you so bad…” “Do you now pretty girl?” he said as he brought you closer to him, one hand at the small of your back, the other at your hips, helping you move against him. He took one of your nipples into your mouth and you moaned loudly at the pleasure. Your hands got lost in his soft locks as you let him get lost in your chest, leaving your nipples so sensitive that the slightly colder air of the car was enough to make you squirm.

The hand on your back snaked around to the front as he began playing with the lace of your panties. He leaned back, wanting to study your expressions as he brought his thumb to rub softly at your clit over the fabric. Your loud moan made his cock twitch painfully.

“Please Will I need more…” you begged, feeling how your eyes began watering at the amount of pleasure he was giving you. The way he looked at you as he teased you and rubbed you slowly made you clench around nothing.

“If my pretty girl asks so nicely how can I say no.” He said, your pulse speeding up at the thought of finally getting what you needed so badly. “But first I need your pretty hands around my cock baby. Need you to show me how good you are. ‘kay?” He lifted your hips enough to fit his hand between your bodies and loosen his belt.

“yes… wanna touch you” you replied, licking your lips at the sound of the buckle of his belt. He slowly pulled his jeans and boxers down, his heavy cock fully hard against his stomach now in full display. You clenched around nothing at the view, mouth watering at the size of him.

“Go on then baby. I need to feel you so badly” he encouraged. Carefully you took his member into your hand, slowly beginning to pump him. He was so long and thick that you had to add your second hand in order to fully wrap him in your hands. The low groan that left his lips made you even wetter than you already were. “That’s it pretty, just like that”.

The praise caused your legs to shake slightly and your hands to squeeze his cock slightly at which he hissed, precum leaking from the swollen tip. He could read you like a book, examining every little clue your body gave him in order to coax more of those pretty moans out of you. “Such a good girl for me”

Your mind was dizzy with lust, beginning to rock your hips against his thigh in search of some form of relieve. He loved seeing how needy you were, how desperate for him to give you what you wanted so badly. He loved how pretty you looked begging him with your eyes to do something, anything to relieve the pressure you felt between your legs.

“Let me take care of you now princess. You’ve been so good… You’ll get everything you want” he said, carefully removing your hands from his dick. In one strong move, he lifted you up slightly and turned you around so that your back was now against his chest. You complained slightly at not being able to see him anymore, to which he pointed towards the rear-view mirror. His member was now resting between your folds, only increasing your desperation to feel him inside.

His hands went back to your breasts, toying with your hard nipples. You moaned, leaning your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes. “Uh uh, princess. Eyes open. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you come undone for me” He felt your legs shake at the dirty talk, knowing exactly what buttons to push in order to make you melt against him.

“please… please touch me… please…” you pleaded. He finally gave in, slowly sliding his hand down your body until his hand was covering your panties, feeling the warmth of your chore against him. Slowly, he pushed your panties to the side. You could see yourself in the reflection, now completely exposed. Your eyes met his dark gaze in the mirror and you moaned softly.

Slowly, he began drawing circles on your clit, drawing out a cry from you. “yes.. god… please…” you had turned into putty in his hands at this point. Completely at the mercy of what he gave you.

His fingers traveled further south, the pad of his fingers collecting your wetness around your entrance. “Such a messy girl… Look how wet you are baby” The sounds your body was making due to the wetness were purely pornographic and honestly music to his ears.

All the air left your lungs when you felt two of his fingers slowly stretching you out. You couldn’t look away, hypnotized by the way his pretty slender tattooed fingers disappeared into your swollen cunt. His other hand made its way to your neck, applying light pressure to the base of your throat. Your moans were getting louder and louder as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, loving the fucked out look on your face.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“s’too good” you moaned. Eyes rolling to the back of your head at the pleasure. He increased the speed at which he finger fucked you, slender tips hitting all the right places inside of you.

“Come on pretty, come on my fingers so I can fill you up” that’s all it took to send you over the edge, moaning his name as you shook on his lap. He pumped you through your orgasms while he covered your shoulder in kisses as he praised you for doing so good for him.

“Such a good good girl for me” carefully he turned your face towards the side, connecting your lips together in a hungry yet slow kiss. He then hooked each of your thighs on one of his hands, lifting you up and aligning himself with your swollen entrance. Then, he slowly sunk you down on his cock, stretching you open as he bottomed out. His low groans and moans made the hair at the back of your neck stand up as you cried at the feeling. He filled you up so nicely, hitting every part of you perfectly.

“Fuck.. you’re so tight for me baby. Can barely move you’re gripping me so good” His hot tongue was leaving a wet trail on your neck as he gave you a moment to adjust. Once he felt you clenching around him again, he held your hips in place and slowly slid out almost completely to fuck back into you again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the feeling paired with the image in the mirror of his cock filling you to the brim made your head go foggy.

“s’too much… too big…” you moaned losing control of your body for a while, the stretch of his cock against your walls driving you crazy.

“I know baby... it’s a lot, isn’t it? Just relax into it yeah? I’ve got you” he kissed your shoulder blade sweetly, not wanting you to drift away completely. His sweet reassurance paired with his careful movements brought you back to reality.

“More…” you begged, needing for him to go faster, harder.

“Hmm… are you so dumb from my cock already that you forgot your manners princess?”

“please please please…” you begged gaining a satisfied moan from him.

“That’s a good girl…” without making you wait more he began thrusting up into you faster and deeper, hitting your G spot with every drag of his heavy cock. You felt the familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach as your cunt clenched around him.

He was trying his hardest not to come too early, but the way you felt around him and the image of your pretty body bouncing on him was making it a hard task. He wasn't usually this loud, but he couldn't hold it back. Panting, groaning, moaning, cursing, and borderline growling at how good you were making him feel.

“Is my baby close? Are you going to come?” he asked, feeling your insides tighten around him. His thrusts by now had become so hard that your skin slapped loudly at each contact of his hips. He brought one of his hands to draw circles on your clit and all you could do was let your mouth hang open as you cried, your orgasm approaching you.

“I’m close too, princess” You could feel his thrusts become more erratic by the second “Come on baby, come all over my cock. make a mess all over it”

Screaming his name your orgasm hit you like a truck, thighs twitching as you squeezed his cock impossibly hard. “Fuck baby yes…” he moaned loudly as he reached his orgasm, hot strings of cum filling you up.

He slowly fucked you through your high, leaving soft kisses all over your skin with each heavy drag of his cock against your walls.

Your chests were rising and falling in unison, both struggling to catch your breath. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly. “You okay?” He left soft kisses wherever his mouth could reach.

“Yeah… more than okay..” you replied, a tired smile on your lips. He felt relieved after hearing that, wanting nothing more than for you to be okay.

“Let me take you out tomorrow yeah? A nice dinner for my pretty girl” He begged, his heart racing slightly as he waited for your response.

“That sounds good” you smiled. “Maybe we can come back and do some drifting afterward”

God, where had you been his entire life?

#will ramos x reader #will ramos smut #will ramos fanfiction #will ramos fanfic #cyber-tiny

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coloursflyaway · 2 days

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Won't Fear Love (4/6)

Pairing: Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.500

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„We should go a date“, Charles says on a perfectly bland Tuesday, looking up at Edwin from whatever he is doing at the moment.

If Edwin wasn’t dead already, he would suspect that Charles is trying to kill him.

or:

Five times Charles takes Edwin on a date to figure out if he could fall in love with him, and one time when he has an answer.

tagging all the lovely people who wanted to give this fic a read: @itsablueberrycow @piristephes @assignedpeanutallergyatbirth @mylu @oneweirdbean @lifeinvirtualreality

There is a crowd outside of the next location.

At least it isn’t teenagers, Edwin reasons with himself, while he lets Charles drag him there, hand in unenthusiastic hand. It seems more like an adult event, with middle-aged men and women laughing and mingling, which elevates his worries just slightly. “Where are we going, Charles?”, Edwin asks, and the smirk Charles shoots back at him is definitely disconcerting.

“Well, the last thing we did, that was for you”, Charles explains and it seems to Edwin that he is far too excited about this. “This one’s for me. But I promise, you’ll like it.” It’s only because he has the utmost trust in Charles that Edwin sets a foot inside the establishment. And maybe the hand that is still holding his.

It is a concert.

Edwin should have known, after all, this is where Charles usually goes to if he spends an evening alone. On several occasions in the past, he had asked Edwin to join him, but he had always declined, preferring the quiet of their agency and a good book to the chaos of live music. Especially the kind that Charles seems to enjoy most.

However, he has to admit that there is something about watching Charles here that is… captivating. Intriguing. Beautiful in its own way. Because Charles is happy here.

He weaves through the crowd with practised ease, glowing with excitement as he takes in their surroundings, mouthing along to the song that is playing through the stereo. Edwin can hardly make out the words, yet Charles seems to know them by heart.

Eventually, Charles stops at the back of the room, a few metres away from the bar, and turns around to face Edwin. “We don’t want to go up the front, there’s gonna be a lot of people once the band starts”, he tells Edwin, “And I hate it when they phase through me during a song, really takes me out of the whole thing. Also, we’ve a bit more privacy here, yeah?”

Edwin isn’t certain why they would need privacy, seeing as they are not visible to anyone around, but he still appreciates the sentiment – people phasing through them is quite unpleasant and proximity to the stage isn’t anything Edwin is keen on in the first place. So, he nods, and Charles smiles, and then does something cruel, heartless, unthinkable.

He drops Edwin’s hand.

It is strange how used to it Edwin has become in such a comparatively short time, holding Charles hand, to the point where he feels the lack of it now, because they are on a date and Charles is supposed to hold his hand.

Yet, instead he is rummaging through his backpack, letting out a tiny Ah! when he finally finds what he has been looking for. He’s smiling, almost a little shyly, and reaches out to grasp Edwin’s lapel, fixing something on it.

“I got you a pin”, he explains; his hand finds Edwin’s again and all is fine in the world. “Little bit like mine. So you won’t look so out of place in here with your fancy suit and your perfect hair. See?” And he points to the pin, a little circle in black and white. It really does resemble the chequered one Charles is wearing, only that the lines are less crisp and more of a wave, that there are little pink and yellow stars scattered between them.

It looks ridiculous against the blue tweed. Edwin never wants to take it off.

“Where did you even get this from?”, he asks, feeling almost dazed, and Charles grins, even as he rubs the back of his neck, indicating an answer Edwin might not be happy with. “Stole it”, Charles admits, and yes, Edwin should be cross with him, but it is very difficult to remember that than when Charles stole it for him. “From a Primark a couple of blocks down from the office. But don’t worry about it, it was maybe a quid. They won’t miss it.”

He’s right, and much more importantly, Edwin just cannot bring himself to care.

“Thank you”, he says softly, putting his hand across the pin and almost, just almost feeling the cool, smooth plastic against his skin. “I love it.”

The band starts playing only a little later, and Charles is so happy that Edwin forgets that he doesn’t particularly likes crowds, that this isn’t music he would listen to if he could choose, not even that Charles at some point in his dancing drops his hand. Because there is joy in every motion, every word he sings along with, loud and inaudible to anyone but Edwin, and watching him, Edwin thinks he might never have loved him more. He’ll go to a thousand concerts, listen to a million songs that don’t make sense to him, if he only gets to see Charles like this again.

The song changes, a piano playing, and it’s more mellow than what has come before, and Edwin expects Charles’ movements to become slower; what he doesn’t expect is for Charles to turn around to him, his hair framing his face in wild curls and hold out his hand. “Wanna dance? I think we should dance.”

“Dance?”, Edwin repeats, still too dazed by Charles’s joy to make sense of the words, and he doesn’t get to think about it for a minute longer, because Charles grasps his hand and pulls him in.

Edwin has danced before, but not like this: it had been stuffy classes his mother made him go to in the summer before he died, taught by a stern woman with a hazel switch that she would use to flick at her students’ feet if they missed a step. He had hated every second of it.

This, however, is so different it should not even be allowed to carry the same name.

Charles’ hand settles on Edwin’s hip, gently pulling and pushing him with the rhythm until Edwin gets the hang of it, smiling so wide that Edwin’s cheeks hurt in sympathy. The light is dim, yet his eyes sparkle, and although the music is so loud, Edwin can hear Charles’ laughter when he raises their hands to spin around, before returning to Edwin’s arms.

He moves like it’s as easy as breathing and Edwin is captivated, smitten, unable to look away. And they are so close, close enough that Edwin could count each of Charles’ lashes, close enough that he can make out every excited twitch of his lips. It would be the easiest, and the scariest, thing in the world to just lean in and…

The song changes.

“I never thought I'd miss you half as much as I do”, the singer croons and Edwin is close enough that he can see that Charles’ eyes go wide, his smile falter for a split-second, before he starts laughing.

“What is the matter?”, Edwin asks, confused by the sudden shift of atmosphere. The music is still playing, sounding almost the same, they are still dancing, but Charles is looking at him with an expression Edwin cannot describe, let alone understand.

“Just listen”, Charles tells him, and Edwin does.

The melody is quite pleasant, upbeat and maybe a little bit longing, and Charles is watching him listen; eager, maybe, interested, definitely.

“Every night, every day, I know that it's you I need to take the blues away“, the singer continues, and Charles ducks his head a little, then „It must be love, love, love…“

And Charles looks back up at him, and suddenly it feels like Edwin hadn’t been aware how close they are after all, even if he spent the last minutes thinking about nothing else. But they are so close, and this is a love song and they are dancing and Charles still isn’t moving away.

Instead, he is holding Edwin’s hand and watching him, his eyes curious and dark, and Edwin wants to kiss him so much it hurts.

“How can it be that we can say so much without words?”, the singer asks and Edwin thinks, yes. Thinks, please. Thinks, I would do anything for you. Thinks, I love you the most.

It’s only when Charles makes a little sound at the back of his throat that Edwin realises they have stopped moving, but before he can formulate a single thought, Charles is dragging him close. Slender arms wrap around Edwin’s shoulders, and Charles is hugging him so fiercely that Edwin can feel it, their astral bodies so close he can hardly tell where he ends and Charles begins. Without thinking, Edwin hugs him back, and Charles buries his face in the crook of his neck, and Edwin holds him, eyes slipping shut.

“It must be love, love, love”, the music still plays, “Nothing more, nothing less, love is the best.”

It’s no kiss, but it’s enough, more than that, even.

It’s love, and the kind really doesn’t matter.

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #dbd #edwin payne #edwin paine #charles rowland #painland #payneland #paynland #chedwin #charles x edwin #edwin x charles

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rubyuji · 2 days

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Bounce Back (Lee Chan) ₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Genre: Angst (full on because I’m depressed as shit)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Seeing you with his best friend suddenly made him want to bounce back to the night you confessed your love.

Note: Trying out a new layout for blurbs / drabbles because these are shorter and lazier works I guess? Anyways, I’m working on a lot but I’m trying to find things to fill up the gaps between long ass works of mine. Don’t forget to like + reblog as a way of showing my work support! Happy reading!

WC: 477

His heart ached for you endlessly. He’s witnessed you being turned down by everyone you liked more than once, and Chan felt the guilt eating up at him, knowing he was now part of the lineup of people who hurt you.

Only now he could only watch as someone else sweeps you off your feet, knowing he’ll treat you better than he ever will.

“Will I ever be worthy of love Chan?” You cried softly. The night he turned you down was one he would never forget, your tear-stained face leaving a permanent scar in his heart and the back of his mind.

“I don’t understand what the problem is, I’m just so tired of being rejected all the damn time. Is there something wrong with me? What can I do to be better? I feel like I’m lacking in every way,” The words you uttered haunt him every day, knowing he had grown feelings for you too late now.

Chan watches as you laugh along with his best friend, Seokmin. The man had pursued you not too long after Chan had rejected you and he tried his very best to win your heart over, which he managed to do successfully.

“Chan, listen, I like Y/n and I heard that she’s always been turned down by the ones she liked. Do you think she’d still let me in her heart?” Seokmin frantically asked Chan.

The younger could only nod while watching him Facetime you in the kitchen and hearing you say yes to him asking if he could take you out. At least someone was willing to put in the effort to win you over before jumping into a relationship, and you both knew Seokmin well enough, so it was a lot on his part.

The first few days were bittersweet, he would see Seokmin on the phone with you and see how he dressed up for a date. It got to the point where Mingyu, Minghao, and Seungkwan would constantly ask why he was in and out of the dorms so often with a happy grin on his face while his eyes sparkled.

Chan gradually noticed that despite you still staying friends with him and not letting anything awkward get in between you, you were also starting to become more distant after his best friend had slowly but surely started to win your heart over.

He would see your stories on social media being filled with flowers, dates, or small gifts, all from Seokmin whom you’ve tagged in every single one. Chan was happy for you, and he knew you deserved to be happy, but a part of him had also wished that he wasn’t an idiot that night and tried to work things out between you two.

Now he’s watching Seokmin getting down on one knee and proposing to you whilst tears stream down your face. You deserved all the love his friend gave you, but to him, he turned you down at what cost?

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kiteblue42 · 2 days

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Is Eric Kripke America’s Tolkien?

So I started Supernatural for the first time around 6 months ago for which I blame Tumblr entirely (where do I claim compensation?). In fact it’s very good and fun and I can’t believe I missed it when it was live.

Ok so bear with me I’ve been sick for a few days a combination of high temperature plus rings of power trailer drop may be making me delusional, but I got to thinking … why did this show have such a hold not just on this site, but also on so many fan artists and fan fic writers. (I mean it has a strangle hold on Ao3)?

Then the RoP trailer dropped and I got to thinking is it because it world builds from a US stand point like Tolkien world built from a European standpoint?

Then because I am sick and can’t sleep I am sharing my stream of consciousness o: Kripke as Tolkien, Sam as Sam, John Winchester as Gandalf, Castiel as Beleg and Dean as Turin Turambar - and maybe now I’ve got this out of my head I’ll feel better….:

I attempted to put this under a cut so hope it worked!

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Source material

Most modern fantasy stands on the shoulders of JRR Tolkien who basically ingested a ton of European myths and languages (with focus on Northern Europe) and spat out the middle earth legendarium.

Eric Kripke (plus writing team) seems to have ingested a ton of US urban myths and US pop culture and spat out “Supernatural-verse”. Because it is *US myth making* it is distinct from a lot of other US writing that builds off Tolkien and / or European myth arcs (I’m looking at you Star Wars, Westeros etc).

And the themes and sensibilities therefore pulled out by Kripke are *not* the same as Tolkien’s themes and sensibilities. This makes it different to a lot of modern genre fiction (in whatever form) that either builds on or seeks to subvert the themes in Tolkien’s work.

(There’s also a lot of genre fiction that is satire or allegory for the real world, but that is another category to me and not really world building in the same way - incidentally the Boys fits into that category along with Good Omens).

Both ofc back end off the Bible but this is English literature based story telling and no one escapes the Bible or the bard.

Structure

We usually think of Tolkien in terms of:

(1) Hobbit - entry level nicely structured “there and back again” story for children, darker than expected. Main hero arc -Bilbo.

(2) Lord of the Rings - the pretty perfect fantasy master piece - very accessible clear meaningful themes and tidy /satisfactory ending. A number of hero arcs, but clearest drawn are Frodo / Sam.

(3) Silmarillion (&etc) - this is where the legendarium really gets built. It’s not neat, it’s not accessible, some of it is *not* a good read but the ideas here build the world. We have a creation myth. The “good” “wise” guys turn out to be more complex and flawed than we thought. The evil guys are extremely toxic but entertaining and bring the drama. There are epic doomed romances between immortal beings and mortal beings. Everyone messes up and makes catastrophic world destroying errors on the regular. People get cursed and can’t escape their doom. I can’t think of any real traditional hero arcs (maybe Beren or Luthien??). Note Tolkien didn’t finish this and it’s put together by someone else.

Now let’s do Supernatural

(1) seasons 1-3 - Horror procedural-

Entry level solid procedural hunting / horror story. Sam W is here in the traditional hero role. Dean is like your Thorin initiating the adventure. John Winchester is in the Gandalf role (he knows what’s going on and holds the secrets but is not available to the adventurers at all times). Maybe there something deeper and darker going on? This is your Hobbit equivalent very accessible but not particularly unique.

(2) season 4-5 - myth arc - lots of fans will say this is the perfect part of the story and a masterpiece of genre writing. It’s neat with clear meaningful themes and a tidy satisfactory ending. A number of hero arcs though Sam’s remains the most clearly drawn. Dean is more like your Aragorn or Faramir at the end of 5, Bobby in the mold of a Theoden and a Castiel in sort of Gandalf type position. Baby ofc is Shadowfax. This is your LoTR equivalent

(3) seasons 6 - 15 - the Legendarium- this gets a lot of criticism but it’s where the legendarium really gets built. It’s not neat, it’s not that accessible, some of it is not great to watch, but the ideas here build the world out. We have a creation myth (hello Chuck & Amara). We have hero doomed by the narrative (most notably Dean Winchester, though also Castiel). We have epic love stories between mortals and immortals. Yes I am comparing Dean & Cas to Beren & Luthien (!) though Turin & Beleg would perhaps be more appropriate (there’s a good case for Dean = Turin in this universe). The good guys turn out to be more complex or darker than we thought. The evil guys are extremely toxic but entertaining and bring the drama.

There aren’t really any straightforward hero arcs which is one of the reasons Sam fades out a bit and Dean comes forwards as a character. The stories are messy and tragic.

Landscape

Middle Earth - if you read the books or watch the movies or show it’s clear that Tolkien’s (sub)creation is a love letter to the mountains, lakes and woods of England and Europe. It’s also a cry of anguish for their destruction. Both the beauty and destruction are heightened (Europe doesn’t really look like this and really never did - as for the movies they were shot in anew Zealand and then digitally enhanced…) This is as important as the characters and plot - and stands out in particular in the Hobbit and LoTR where there are long descriptions of landscapes (or long shots of the same in movies / shows).

“Middle Americana” - it’s clear that as much importance was put into the look of the landscapes in Supernatural as to the characters or story. In this verse the look is long open roads, beautiful mountains and big skies that are a declaration of love for America, and the run down small towns seem to present wistful sadness. But again it’s not real it’s heightened. The cinematography in first few seasons is particularly thoughtful (and perhaps Kim Manners is to be thanked for that). The show is shot in Canada and the motels / gas stations in middle of no where needed to be built because they didn’t exist in reality. Again the landscape - the open road, the small towns, the big sky, the motels / dinners / gas stations in the middle of nowhere are as much a character as anything else.

I could go on but I suppose if anyone read this far you get the point (and more importantly it’s now out of my head and I can think about something else!).

Ultimately it will take some time to see if this could be right - in terms of genre fiction Tolkien is everywhere and you can’t escape it (even if you never read or watched any Tolkien!). Time will tell if the Kripke verse has the same impact on creatives and audiences, but I just look at the A03 archive and notice how many people know what happened on Supernatural without ever watching it (!) and think hmmm these are the readers and writers of tomorrow after all.

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