#but this semester is almost over soooo

[romcomfemme]

btw guys i’m not on this webbedsite anymore cause i’m always on twitter i’m so sorry for being a traitor

#ash rambles #if anyone is wondering tho i’m doing excellent #narrowly avoided being homeless again. phone is working. work is getting easier even if i had a hard day today. #i’m talking to someone i like soooo much i’m gonna make her my boyfriend #as soon as he stops having strep throat #semester is almost over. i’m reading again. new baby at work

[moonchild1]

min yoongi fic rec list (Ⅵ)

she's back bet you didn't think i'd post another list this quick but since they've been building so much i figured why not soooo this week is yoongs and next week with be taehyung i've been reading alot lately so i wanted to share them asap so before my week gets hectic again i thought i'd post it, i honestly loved these ones i am exploring a little bit for with certain genres and i must say it like a whole new world i'm enjoying it and i hope you like them too. remember too always show lots of love and support to these amazing writers they dedicated so much time to writing these fics and they are absolute geniuses and deserve the world for sharing them with us so please follow them and take a look at their masterlists cause i will 100% guarantee that you will find your very own favourites there as well, leave the a little comment i know they will appreciate it so much and send them all the love in the world... i will reblog these through out the week and as usual minors do not interact i will block those who do.... happy reading everyone see you next week with taehyung's list and if you have anything you would like to share with me or you just wanna ramble about a fic you loved my asks are always open i love hearing from you🖤✨

a- angst s- smut f- fluff

series

stalemate by @shina913 f s a

↬"The truth is, I'm not afraid to take that gamble anymore...in the off-chance that I get lucky again and feel the way I felt when I was with you. I'd happily make that bet over and over."

oh, my darling by @yoongiofmine f s a

↬ starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

little bit of your heart by @/yoongiofmine f s a ft. jjk

↬You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it? 

sinful lust by @oddinary4bts s a ft. jjk

↬ in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

after hours by @archivedkookie f s a

↬ staying after hours with Yoongi for months proves to be a mistake when your heart falls for him.

Vows by @hamsterclaw f s a

↬ You're five years into your arranged marriage with Min Yoongi, and he's never once retaliated for anything you've done to him. One day you realise you've lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

sutures by @farfromsugafanfic f s a

↬ There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

and so it goes by @prodagustd f s a

↬ You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it.

collateral by @theharrowing f s a ft. jjk & knj

↬ Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

till death do us part by @colormepurplex2 s a

↬ Marital bliss isn't always a guarantee, especially when you find yourself marrying into the family responsible for your own family's demise. Sometimes, marriage is just a game of kill or be killed. Even when there is love involved, bullets still hurt.

grey area by @blushoseoks s a ft. jhs

↬ you spent the days staring at your wrist and tracing the skin where your soulmate’s name would one day appear. the nights were for telling your wrist about your day, as if the person whose name would one day stain itself there, like red wine to a dress, could possibly hear you. for years you thought up countless scenarios, imagined numerous possibilities, formulated conversations and rehearsed them over and over, until your mouth ran dry. outcomes and conclusions performed in your head on a repetitive loop. but out of everything you thought up, out of all of the time spent towards thinking about your soulmate, about what could possibly occur, none of it could ever prepare you for what would actually end up being. none of it ever came close to the way it happened when you finally met him. and now, after it’s all been said and done, you were left asking yourself one thing, and one thing only: “was it really worth all of this in the end?”

isn't it romantic by @jeonqkooks f s a

↬ Many things in life have a polar opposite: left and right, night and day, yin and yang, you and Min Yoongi... Hopeless romantic meets gloomy cynic. The only thing you seem to share is a magazine column but even then, you still can’t seem to understand how Yoongi can be called ‘The Love Doctor’ when he is the antithesis of everything love represents.

Flux by @yoonia f s a ft. jjk

↬ One of them is your longtime secret crush, while the other is the man with whom you had shared many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire, forever kept as your biggest secret of all time. You had sworn that those sinful nights would end, and that your secret crush would remain a secret. (poly au)

mean yoongi by @jjkpls f s

↬ Min Yoongi asks you to take care of his plants when he’s gone. It doesn’t go as planned and well, he has to deal with your misbehaving ass.

pretend by @gimmesumsuga s a

↬ “You know what they say: the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right?” idol au infidelity

naughty little kitten by @jungkooksxo s a ft ksj

↬ Jin figures out that you’re super into the idea of Yoongi listening in on you two having sex. Yoongi is super into listening to you and Jin having sex. Jin invites Yoongi to come play with his naughty little kitten.

babydoll by @jungcock s a

↬ Your childhood crush, now famous and successful, comes to visit you while you’re drunk and have a lot to prove.

eleven months by @bratkook f s a

↬ it’s been years of yoongi living his routine life, accustomed to his pace of living, going with the flow and simply existing. until you come along. yoongi absolutely can not see the logic in the way you live, but he weirdly craves it. craves the feeling of not being afraid of not knowing what's coming, being able to just let the cards fall wherever they land. and maybe you can help with that.

pause by @whatifyoulivelikethat s a

↬ Life is like a cassette tape. It seems like it’s constantly repeating, flipped from side A to side B, and the songs can’t be skipped. You can only pause, rewind, fast forward, play after you’ve already heard the song. After you’ve already lived it. All Min Yoongi knows is his own tape, until it smashes right at his feet, and then he has to learn to dance to a different beat.

darksided by @eoieopda f s a

↬ It all started with a bad joke and a bottle of Tanqueray.

three squeezes by @nomnomsik s a ft jhs

↬ Yoongi is notorious for his grumpy and emotionless behavior as director of an upcoming company. Yet, it’s a mystery to everyone how manager Hoseok always seems to soften him up. The truth is that the two are actually engaged. Unknown to this fact, you happen to take an interest in Hoseok… and he does too. 

one-shot

bad decisions by @jjungkookislife f s

↬ Jimin is desperate to get his apartment back to himself. He’ll move hell and earth, and even drop to his knees to beg you to take his brother, Yoongi, out of his hands. Who are you to say no to that pretty face and sinister grin?  

breakfast in bed by @joonbird f s

↬ “Min Yoongi, a grumpy Ikea employee, is wondering who you are and why exactly you’re sleeping in the display bed at his Ikea.”

Tricks of the Trade by @stutterfly f s a

↬ The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That's why you frequent it. It's definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you've been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you're waking up in a body that definitely doesn't belong to you. You can't decide if it's the best or worst thing that's ever happened to you.

threads by @yoonia s a ft. knj

 ↬ Life is full of surprises, just like how people are full of secrets. Just when you had thought you have been lucky enough to have your life figured out, life decides to throw you a curve ball when you least expect it. And there is nothing you could do to avoid it, except to hope that you could hold your secrets as tightly as you possibly could before everything blows up into smithereens.

under the willow tree by @orchidyoonkook f a

↬ The town outcast shows up in the one place you find solace from it’s residents. The people you force yourself to fit in with, even though you never want to be anything like them. Will he ruin your only place of salvation, or become the most unlikely friend?

mami by kithtaehyung s ft. knj

↬ you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

the devil wears valentino by @orchidyoonkook f s a

↬ Having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm. 

angel by @sailoryooons f s

↬ Yoongi never meant to keep coming back. You never meant to become Yoongi’s favorite. Being Min Yoongi’s favorite has dire consequences

a boy like you by @cinnaminsvga f

↬ for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you. {or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

last nite by @tayegi s a

↬ This is a zombie apocalypse AU based on The Walking Dead, The Stand, World War Z, and elements of Attack of Titan

zombie bites by @luffles424 f s a

↬ Your friends have always been willing to assist you when you need a model to practice makeup on. And with the upcoming zombie film on campus is no difference. But something feels different this time, can a zombie movie be more than just a zombie movie? 

heaven's winter by @jksangelic f s a

↬ your duty as the village daughter places you in line for the season’s Offering; a tradition not to tread lightly upon. as the snow falls slow and heavy, and the seraph awaits in the shallows of the mountain, you fail to realize what the winter has in store for you.

heavy sugar by @kinktae s

↬ The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and bloodstained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.

all that holly, jolly shit by @daechwitatamic f s

↬You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you?

calling the shots by @chans-room f

↬ College basketball captain Yoongi

until death by @kpopfanfictrash s a

↬ Jade has always shaped the island of Kekon. Mined from the mountains, it enhances the abilities of Green Bone warriors who wear it and allows them protection from outside harm. No one understands these threats better than you do, second-in-command of the mighty No Peak clan.  When a new danger appears, seeming to come from within, everything you once took for granted is called into question. Including the bonds you’ve made, some more dangerous than the others. None more so than Min Yoongi, head of No Peak and the only one capable of destroying your heart.

whatta catch by @aredheadedmess f a

↬ One, two, three strikes you’re out. When opposing opinions find you roughing it up with the university’s star pitcher, he makes it his mission to show that you’re wrong about college sports—and maybe your feelings about the player himself.

shatter me, embrace me by @95rkives s

↬you longed for him, yearning for love, yet all that awaited you was heartbreak.

you're losing me by @/archivedkookie a

↬ ❝ He’s losing you, and yet, he lets the flower die in front of his eyes instead of doing everything to save it. Alternatively, Yoongi and you are losing your love toward each other. ❞

spotlight by @back2bluesidex f a

↬ No matter how much you run away from Yoongi, Yoongi always comes right back to you.

all the wrong places by @mrworldwideshoulders f a

↬ After getting separated from your friends during a night out, you get stuck with a hefty bill – one that you can’t pay. So when a handsome, emotionless stranger covers your tab in a random act of kindness, you’re determined to track him down and pay him back. inspired by 24K Magic by Bruno Mars.

now we reign by @/oddinary4bts f s a

↬ when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

stay by sugarwithtea f s a

↬ what happens when you get stranded in a remote town with no place to live except for a lodge owned by a dangerously handsome but annoying man? yeah, a lot.

when the stars align by @itskimtaehyung f

↬ With cuffing season approaching its end, you thought you had escaped the pressures of finding a boyfriend for the holidays. That is, until your friends set you up on a blind date that goes horribly wrong. This prompts you to enlist the help of your roommate, Yoongi, to fake a relationship so your friends will stop meddling in your love life. And it turns out Yoongi is a lot better at this romance thing than you originally thought...

egotstic by @pasteljeon s a ft. knj

↬ The timing was never right. He loved you when you were kids, knees scraped and cheeks red. You loved him when pimples bloomed across his skin, voice cracking and he found solace in the scribbled lines in his notebook. The stars never seemed to align for the two of you, but perhaps it was because you were meant for someone else.

on the court by @centerhaechan f

↬ As captain of your school's winning women's basketball team, it is only understood that you despise the men's basketball team and their captain. Your main rival, Min Yoongi, enjoys testing your patience while he attempts to lead his own team to a championship victory. Your coaches believe you both have problems with teamwork, and insist that working together will produce a promising solution.

sugar by @zehakoo f s

↬ desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friend’s friend and the finest man you’ve ever encountered.

from the ashes by @fortunexkookie s a

↬ Someone is sobbing ugly, wrecked sounds that shatter the silence in the room. You need them to stop; it’s distracting and you need to focus. You need to clean the ash from his skin. You need to comb the knots from his hair. You need to dress his beautiful body in something befitting the king you know he is… but the sobbing is too loud, and your vision is blurry. It takes Yoongi wiping your tears away for you to realize that the gasping cries echoing off the stone are coming from you.

the dark by @/bratkook s

↬ your small town thrives on the occult, luring tourists in with endless themed festivities, but the only place you’re determined to see is the mysterious club that comes to life the week before Halloween. what makes The Dark so exclusive, and what secrets are they hiding behind closed doors?

Triplicity by @kainks ft. jhs

↬ Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

fermata by @jeongi f s

↬ fer·ma·ta: from fermare, it means to stay or to stop. min yoongi teaches you exactly how to let go.

private lessons by @dntaewithluv f s

↬ Your little sister finds it odd how you’ve been taking private lessons from her piano teacher for over a month now, but she hasn’t heard you actually play even once…

first love by @geniuslab f s a

↬You learn a lot of new things in your first year of university, including what it feels like to fall in love.

↬looking for other myg fics or the other bts members check out my library

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[camelliawitch]

07.03.24

• 4 classes.

Entrepreneurship: we had a group-work day. We did some brainstorming for our end of the semester project. (Basically come up with a business idea and write a business plan).

Asian History: Guomindang vs CCP or China 1930s

Physics: nice and short. The prof let us go almost half an hour early.

Financial Management: quiz. Surprisingly easy this time. It’s the first time I got a 100.

• 1h 20min on Forest 🌳 to prepare questions for the interview (another assignment for entrepreneurship class) and send out an email to the interviewee.

Also, I went to talk about my essay yesterday. TA was really nice. There was a particular thesis structure that they were looking for and that my essay lacked hence B- She told me that I can come over with my next essay and get it checked before submitting it which I will likely do. Moral of the story — not sure about something — ask!

I wrapped up most of my work today, sooo I will officially be on my spring break after I’m done with my volunteering tomorrow ✨🎆 (I need it soooo much)

Oh and my friend gave me a birthday present. A little early because we won’t see each other throughout the spring break. The cute notebook on the first photo is the gift. It was soooo nice. He is one of my closest friends in uni and I was really touched :3

#academia #photography #studyblr #aesthetic #light academia #student life #uni life #uniblr #chaotic academic aesthetic #study inspiration #studystudystudy #study space #study session #studyspo #study motivation #study notes #study advice #studying #study blog #studyabroad #books & libraries #university #study aesthetic #studyinspo #fashion student #you don have to be perfect #it will be okay #spring semester #school break #chaotic academia

[oftenwantedafton]

Night Shift - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Mike Schmidt x Female Reader

Chapter 4

Rating - Explicit

Warnings for sexual content, dub con

Also available on AO3

Mike looks exhausted.

The lack of sleep and the strenuous shift compiled with certain…activities…has clearly taken its toll. You promise him you’ll take Abby to school and he doesn’t argue, tossing his keys and work vest on the kitchen counter before collapsing into bed fully dressed.

When the phone rings, startling you from the copy of the Dream Theory book that your boyfriend’s always engrossed in, you hurriedly move to the kitchen to answer it, hoping the noise didn’t wake Mike.

”Hello?”

“Well, hello, honey.”

Steve Raglan’s voice purring in your ear makes you shudder. You sag against the wall, fiddling with the phone cord. “What do you want?”

”I wasn’t expecting you to answer. Are you two living together now? That escalated quickly.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d swear he almost sounded jealous. ”No, we’re not. I’m taking the semester off from school and I’ve been working remotely so I have extra time to help out over here.”

”Like a good housewife. How…quaint,” he murmurs, the disdain dripping from his words.

”Did you call for any particular reason, or did you just want to insult me?”

The man’s tone instantly shifts. “Not at all. The owner and I have been chatting and have come to the realization that the clean up here is going to be more than Mike can handle on his own within a reasonable amount of time. It also detracts from his time spent watching the cameras, therefore defeating the entire purpose of him being there in the first place. Soooo,” he draws out the vowel, his voice now deceptively cheerful and innocent, “I thought I’d accept your earlier offer of lending a hand.”

He’s done it again: found another reason to have the three of you together.

“The owner isn’t filing a police report? You’re certain?”

“No, he’s not. Although this might help solidify that decision, if you catch my meaning.”

“Am I ever going to get to meet this owner?”

You can practically hear his sly grin over the phone. “Maybe someday, sweetheart. I’m sure he’d like that very much.”

The thought of him drawing another person into your little blackmailing circle of sin makes your stomach turn. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

“As you like. You’ll be there tonight then?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I look forward to supervising your progress.”

The line disconnects and you hang up the phone, turning to see Mike standing in the doorway.

“Shit, I’m sorry the phone woke you up. I tried to get it quickly.”

He stifles a yawn, rubbing his eyes. “Was it that asshole?”

“Yes.”

“What now?”

“He wants me to go with you tonight to help clean up.”

“Bastard.” He curses, glancing at the clock. “We’re going to have to get someone to watch Abs. I really wish Max would answer her damn phone.” He folds his arms across his chest. “I’m gonna have to call Aunt Jane. Abby will be mad.”

“Want me to pick her up from school?”

“Nah. It’s better if I break the news to her as soon as possible.” He frowns. “You’re going to need to take a nap since you’ll be up all night.”

“I’ll try.”

“I’m gonna grab takeout. Maybe that will soften the blow. We haven’t had Chinese in awhile.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay I’m gonna go shower and get going.” He brushes a quick kiss against your mouth before leaving the kitchen.

You return to the couch in the living room, your eyes staring sightlessly at the words on the page. Tonight will be your third night at Freddy’s. Your fourth time with Steven Raglan.

Your body shudders again.

***

Mike had been right. Abby was upset.

She refuses supper, storming off to pack an overnight bag while you sit at the kitchen table, unfolding a carton of chicken fingers, munching on the batter dipped meat while Mike works on a container of rice.

“What time are we dropping her off?”

“Another hour. You don’t have to come, you know.”

“I know. I just think it will go smoother.”

Abby reappears, reaching for one of the plates stacked on the counter. You and Mike’s eyes meet and you see his lips twitch.

“Change your mind, Abs?”

“You’re still a jerk,” she says dismissively, settling into the seat next to you. You offer her a piece of chicken and slide an unopened carton near her plate.

“You know it’s work. We both have to work,” he reminds her gently, spooning out a portion of fried rice onto his sister’s plate.

“Still a jerk,” she proclaims around a mouthful of chicken, but she sounds much less grouchy this time.

You glance at Mike, seeing him wink and you struggle not to smirk.

***

With Abby dropped off there’s nothing left to do but wait until it’s time to leave for the restaurant. You’d tried lying down earlier but sleep had completely evaded you, even after you'd listened to Mike’s soothing nature sounds cassette and attempted some of the techniques in the dream theory book, willing yourself to sleep and maintain control of what you envision but ultimately failing.

Mike is slumped beside you on the couch, clearly still worn out, unaware of your gnawing anxiety and anticipation, knowing the latter is wrong but not being able to help yourself, your mind racing from one thought to the next. You replay the strange conversation on the phone earlier, certain now that Raglan was upset at finding you at Mike’s; the way his tongue had touched the pulse in your wrist after he’d asked you what you wanted during your previous intimate encounter; the secret smile he’d gifted you in parting the last time you’d seen him.

“I’ve got to go get ready.” Mike’s voice interrupts your reverie.

“Okay.”

He hesitates. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

It hadn’t even occurred to you to change; when you’d dressed today you’d wanted to look nice for your boyfriend. Now the clinging ribbed knit dress and matching shrug seems wildly inappropriate.

“I…no. Can’t really clean in this.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter. I doubt he’ll have you do much actual cleaning,” he says bitterly.

“I’ll change,” you say firmly. “Can I borrow something to wear? Pajamas maybe?”

“Of course. You look great, by the way. I appreciate the effort, believe me. I’m just really tired.”

You squeeze his hand sympathetically. “I’m sorry. I’m going to try to help. I mean with the cleaning,” you add, wondering if you’re making it worse.

***

The career counselor’s car is waiting for you in front of the pizzeria, the man himself leaning against the side of it, seemingly oblivious to the cooler night air.

“Welcome back, sweetheart,” he greets you as you exit the car. Mike moves more slowly, glaring at the older man, slamming the door shut. “Why don’t you head inside, Mike. Your girlfriend and I have something to discuss.”

The security guard’s eyes narrow. “I’m not leaving you alone with her.”

“What’s the matter? You think we’re going to do something scandalous in this climate? This won’t take long.”

Mike scowls but relents, directing his attention at you. “Make it quick, okay?”

You nod, watching the shorter man’s retreating figure.

“Are you cold?” Steve steps forward, halting just in front of you.

���I’m fine.” You wrap your arms tightly around yourself, wishing you’d brought a warmer jacket. You’re always so ill prepared.

His eyes rove over your figure and he frowns. “What are you wearing?”

“I borrowed Mike’s pajamas.” You shuffle your feet in his poorly fitting sneakers, suddenly self conscious about the plaid pants and loose shirt you’re dressed in.

“What happened to your own clothes?”

You sigh, rubbing your arms to try to generate some warmth. “I had to change out of my dress so I could do this stupid cleaning.”

“I would have liked to see you in the dress,” he murmurs. “Why didn’t you just go home and change?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think about it until it was too late. I figured you’d be pissed if we were late.”

“Or maybe you were just impatient to get here.”

“You wish.” You shiver again. “Was there something specific you wanted to talk about? Why are we out here?”

“Come here.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “You promised we weren’t going to—”

“—I didn’t promise anything. I’m simply asking you to come here.”

“You never ask. You only tell.”

“We both know that’s not entirely true now, don’t we?”

You chew your bottom lip, hesitating. “Why do you want me to?”

The bearded man feigns surprise. “Do I need a reason?” He reaches out, fingers briefly stroking against your jaw, his tone matching the gentle touch. “Have I ever needed a reason?”

“I guess not.” You can’t control your shivering now.

His hand drops back to his side. “What is this sudden obstinance tonight? I hope this isn’t an indication of how the rest of the evening is going to go. Your boyfriend is already on thin ice.”

The implied threat weakens your resolve. “Fine.” You sigh, moving to wrap your arms around him. It feels good, being crushed against his chest, heartbeats echoing on opposing sides, his arms securing you against him, breath warm in your hair. You inhale the scent of him, remaining silent, wishing it didn’t feel so pleasant to cling to him.

He draws back to peer down at you, tipping your face up to view his. You think back to the very first time he’d done this, before your first kiss. Your eyes trace the lines near the corners of his eyes and mouth, lingering on his lips. They curve ever so slightly.

And then he abruptly leaves your embrace, instead reaching for one of your hands to lead you to the entrance.

You’re more baffled than ever, confused by the man’s erratic behavior.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” you protest.

“We did talk.” He pulls on the handle of the glass door, holding it open for you.

“Barely,” you mutter, following him into the entryway and dining room.

“We shouldn’t keep Mike waiting.”

“You don’t care what he wants.” You stop dead in your tracks, pulling your hand free of his grasp.

“You’re right. I don’t care what he wants,” he agrees, nonplussed, the emphasis on he unmistakable.

“What do you care about?”

“Now that’s a much better question.” He smirks at you as he opens the door to the employee area. “After you.”

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

“It’d be nice if you answered a question once in a while.” You shake your head, about to walk past him when he grabs at your waist, tugging you against him. All traces of amusement have vanished, the dark centers of his eyes expanding, the pools of desire widening. Just the slightest lift on your part and bend on his and his mouth would be on yours.

You’ve never wanted anything so much in your life.

“Raglan!” Mike appears from the other end of the corridor, starting towards you.

Steve sighs, relaxing his grip.

You’re not sure which one of you is more disappointed at the interruption.

***

You’d thought the destruction at the front end of the restaurant had been bad, but it pales in comparison to the state of the back rooms.

You’re not even certain that all of the mess spread before you is from the previous intruders; there’s a definite layer of dust on many of items scattered everywhere, the mysterious dark stains on the floors looking like they’d soaked into the surface a long time ago.

“This isn’t from the break in,” you announce, startling Mike, who’d begun sweeping rubble into a pile.

Steve returns from throwing the switch on the box to restore power in time to hear your complaint and shrugs. “It’s still part of the job. Clearly stated when you accepted the position,” the career counselor says, directing his gaze meaningfully at Mike, then turns back to you. “Come with me, sweetheart. We’re going to need some supplies to work on these floors.”

Mike halts mid sweeping motion, his grip on the handle tightening.

“You should know the routine by now. Back to work,” the older man growls warningly.

You follow Raglan down the hall to a large custodial closet, your attention wandering to the room across the hall while he begins gathering items together.

“What’s in here?”

“Extra locker storage for employees,” he replies distractedly, hefting a bottle of industrial cleaner free from the clutter of its brethren on the steel shelf.

You step inside the room, noticing that all of the steel cabinets are open and empty, save the one on the end of the row that is sealed shut.

Almost as if in a trance you walk toward it, reaching for the handle.

The distracted muttering that had become background noise disappears, Steve rushing past you to slam a hand on the door, preventing you from opening it, his breathing harsh. You’ve never seen this expression on his face before.

He looked afraid.

“Don’t open it.”

“What’s in there?”

“It doesn’t matter what’s in there. I’m telling you not to open it.”

“What is it, Pandora’s box?” You quip but the older man’s features remain grave.

It takes him a few moments before he’s no longer panicked, the wild look in his eyes fading, his breathing slowing as he regains his composure. “That’s not your concern. Let’s go.” He guides you back out of the room, this time locking the door behind you.

***

For the first several hours, you and Mike actually do nothing but clean, surprised when even Steve lends a hand in your efforts to restore the space to some semblance of order and cleanliness.

He’s acting differently tonight, especially after the strange incident in the locker room earlier. There’s more of a familiarity with this area; a sort of odd reverence for the animatronic components that he encounters.

The more you think about it, the more you feel like you’re missing something blatantly obvious. Why is a career counselor so familiar with the interior of the children’s restaurant, particularly this area restricted to employees? Had he worked here once? You find it hard to imagine, but it did explain some things.

“Alright. That’s enough for now.”

The room smells of cleaning chemicals, pungent ammonia mingling with whatever had been saturating the floors, something metallic and musty that clashes unpleasantly. You’re grateful when he leads you away, first giving you both a minute to wash up in the restroom, then guiding you towards the security office.

“Why don’t you keep an eye on the monitors for awhile, Mike?” He points to the office chair and Mike obediently slumps into it, too tired to argue. The security guard begins to dejectedly punch on the command panel to view alternate camera angles.

Raglan’s gaze wanders to the Nebraska poster the younger man had recently tacked up on the wall, an unreadable expression on his features before he meets your stare.

You’d been acutely aware of his eyes on your body all evening, lingering over the places where you’d gotten splashed with water, thin material clinging dark and wet to your skin. You couldn’t help notice his ass whenever he bent over, generous curves straining against the seat of his sensible trousers. The impulse to shove your hands inside those back pockets to cop a feel has struck you more than once.

“Enough,” he reprimands Mike, his voice less stern than usual as he shoves the keyboard away from his hands, clearing a spot for himself to half sit on the edge of the desk, one thigh seated in place, the other leg braced against the floor, the tall figure blocking Mike’s view of the monitors. He gathers a fistful of the younger man’s shirt and drags your boyfriend and the office chair he’s seated in forward, then releases his shirt and lets his fingers siphon through the soft brown curls, the touch more of a caress than any you’d seen him bestow on Mike previously. Maybe it was because it was so late; he was probably tired after working all day and most of the night, too.

His face drops down as he pulls Mike’s head back gently, his eyes flicking up to your face as he descends, seemingly in slow motion, watching you watching him as he captures Mike’s lips with his own. His free hand reaches out for you and you accept it, letting him pull you towards them, and you collide somewhere between Raglan’s hip and Mike’s arm.

Steve’s fingers search your face blindly as he’s currently occupied with sucking a bruise onto Mike’s neck, and you feel them pause when they reach your lips. They part and you suck along his index and middle fingers, the knuckles passing through as he strokes along your tongue, pushing back as if to test the limits of your gag reflex before he slides them free, shoving them past the drawstring tightened waistband of your borrowed pajama pants and panties where they circle around your clit.

You gasp and the older man hurriedly swallows that sound, his mouth breaking free from Mike’s and covering yours, gifting you the kiss you’ve been craving all evening.

You lose track of who does what to whom, vaguely aware of sounds of zippers parting, some moans from Mike, who’s hair you’re now clutching, your own needy whimpers and the feel of Raglan’s fingers easing inside your entrance. He pants beside your ear while your free hand briefly traces the outline of his cock through his pants before wandering across the rest of his body. You feel your boyfriend’s hand moving underneath the oversized shirt he’s lent you to stroke across your nipples.

Steve’s face moves so he can see your features as he continues invading you, making you plead breathlessly for another kiss, to cum, anything he’s willing to give you. Your eyelids flutter, your mouth slack as the pair of long fingers curl inside you, expertly stroking your sweet spot.

Oh, God.

You come apart on his hand, words unspoken pressing at the back of your teeth as your grip tightens in Mike’s hair, your other hand finally surrendering to what it’s wanted for hours, slotting into Steve’s back pocket and squeezing.

Slick fingers work on the knot of your pants, impatiently tearing the fabric ties and jerking the waistband over your hips, collecting your panties on the way, bending just long enough to tear everything off your legs completely. “Sit on your boyfriend’s lap, sweetheart. He’s ready for you.” He grasps your upper arms and turns you so that you’re facing the seated man, indicating for you to straddle his slouched form, Mike’s erection sliding inside of you as you lower yourself down, the chair creaking alarmingly with the added weight. You feel the older man against your back, lending you extra support and you lean your shoulders back on his chest, your boyfriend’s thumbs digging into your hips as he thrusts into your pussy still oozing your own cum.

Raglan’s hand cups your chin and he thrusts his thumb into your mouth. You lick and bite the pad of it, frantically grinding down onto Mike. It’s such a sloppy fuck, you’re so wet…

It takes tremendous concentration to orgasm when you’re exhausted; you know exactly what that feeling is like, how frustrating it is because you just want release but you can’t quite find the energy to get there. You know just fucking you is not quite enough to send Mike over the edge.

“Fill her up, Mike.” Steve’s hands slide down, reaching the pair still holding on to you and that’s it, you feel the hot splash of seed inside, the younger man cursing his way through his release.

It’s already leaking back out but Steve doesn’t waste any time solving that problem, lifting you easily and sitting you on the edge of the desk, his cock sliding right back into the slot your boyfriend had so recently vacated, fucking his cum right back inside your cunt. You cling to him, clutching his body with all of your limbs while he rocks into you, your teeth gripping his shoulder through his shirt.

“Harder,” he urges, and you comply, jaw closing, teeth digging into fabric and the skin beneath. He huffs in pain; you can hear him wincing in that sound and you immediately release him, kissing a gentle apology against his throat.

“I didn’t say to stop,” he scolds you, but he doesn’t sound upset. “You ready for it, honey?”

You are and you aren’t. You love the feel of him inside you; you adore his mouth on yours; you want to take him apart; you don’t want to watch him leave the parking lot without you when you’re finished here.

You say none of these things. You nod and kiss him and let him fill your womb with another load.

When he finally lets you go, you see Mike just sitting there, haunted eyes fixed on the poster above you, the fragile skin beneath his eyes shadowed darker than you’ve ever seen.

***

“I have to tell you something.” Mike’s voice cracks through the silence of your ride home.

You glance over at him. “What?”

He rubs at the hair lining his jaw. “I have a younger brother named Garrett.”

You remain silent, waiting for him to continue.

“He went missing when my family went camping back in Nebraska. Somebody took him. I was supposed to be watching him, and I got distracted.” His knuckles blanch as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “That was the last time I saw him. Until I started working at Freddy’s.”

You frown in confusion.

“There’s something about that place. I know it doesn’t make any sense. But I can see him so clearly when I doze off there. That’s why I’m so invested in the Dream Theory. I feel like if I keep at it, I can finally remember something, some detail that might help me find out where he is. I saw the car that drove away with him, but I’m not certain about the make or model. I don’t think it had a license plate. Sometimes I see other kids at the state park, too. They’re new. They weren’t in the dreams until I started working there. I’ve tried to talk to them, but they keep running away from me. I feel like they know something. I don’t know what it all means, but…” His voice trails off.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.”

“I think you should know. Even if…even if there wasn’t this blackmail about Abby, I’d have to stay there. It’s the only hope I have of ever finding him. I’m never getting out of this situation any way that you look at it.”

He pulls into the driveway of his house, making no move to exit the car. “I let it happen again, didn’t I? Let myself get distracted when I should have been watching what’s going on right in front of me.”

“What do you mean?”

His wounded eyes meet yours. “I see the way Steve looks at you. He’s not even bothering to hide it anymore.” You see his Adam’s apple shift as he struggles to swallow past the emotions building in his throat. “I know you think about him all the time.”

“No, I don’t.” The denial sounds feeble even in your own ears.

“Do you ever wish you were with him instead?”

“No.” Your breath hitches at how on target he is and you struggle to recover. “No, of course not. I spend more time here now than I do at my own place. I help take care of Abby—”

“—And I appreciate that, sincerely. You’re amazing with her,” he interrupts. “But that’s not an explanation for what’s happening with us.”

“How am I even supposed to act with you?” You snap bitterly, on the defensive. “You’re afraid to go near me. You don’t want me to make a move on you. You treat me like I’m some delicate flower you’re going to crush. I’m not.” You pluck at the rumpled plaid pants you’re wearing, your voice softening. “It’s not my fault. I did all this to help you so you wouldn’t lose your sister.”

“I know. And I had no right to ask that of you. It was my problem. I’ve created this entire mess. I always do.” He scrubs a hand through his hair. “Ever since Garrett went missing because of me. It’s just been one mistake after another. I’ve caused everyone I care about grief.”

“What happened to your brother wasn’t your fault.”

“It’s a moot point. The damage is done all the same.” He reaches for your restless fingers, stilling them. “I’m right, aren’t I? About Steve.”

You force yourself to meet his eyes. “Yes,” you whisper.

He nods to himself, exhaling loudly.

“Why did you hide that shirt? The one you wore to the movies that night.”

He frowns at the shift in conversation. “I don’t know.”

You shake your head, smiling bitterly. “Yes, you do. Because it’s the same for you. You enjoy the things he does with you. You think about him when he’s not around. Wish he was here—”

“—I fucking despise that man,” he growls.

“Maybe. But it doesn’t mean you don’t desire him, as twisted as that sounds. Maybe because hate is such a strong emotion, the opposite side of the same coin.”

“You don’t hate him,” he mutters quietly.

“No. I should, but I don’t.”

“Are you…are you falling in love with him?” You can see him struggling to push the words out.

“I don’t even know him. Not really.”

“That’s not an answer.”

You hesitate. “I don’t know. I’m still here because I want to be. I care about both of you. And I know that’s not fair. So where does that leave us? Do you want me out of your life?”

“It would hurt Abby.” He pauses. “It would hurt me, too. Badly. You two are all I have left. I’ve lost everyone else. But I don’t want you sticking around just because you feel some sense of obligation. It’s just going to get harder for us the longer you’re around.”

“I don’t want to lose either of you. I don’t know what to do.” You drag one palm against each of your eyes, attempting to smear away the tears that are starting. “I don’t want to leave.”

“Okay. Then we’ll…we’ll figure this out. Together.” He pulls you against him, burying his face against your neck.

***

The Check Engine light comes on when you’re in the middle of nowhere on a stretch of highway late at night.

You should’ve left sooner, back when it was still daylight; back before you’d had perhaps one too many drinks; even more than that, if you were being honest with yourself. It’s foolish, but the peer pressure of being with a group of friends you haven’t seen since last year clouds your judgment, delaying you with silent promises of staying for just a few more minutes, and consuming just one more for the road.

Now you’re stranded on that very road, the car making some horrible grinding sound. You pull onto the shoulder and turn the key, silencing the noise and extinguishing the warning message. You feel a headache coming on and you massage your forehead absently, trying to sort through the intoxication and think of who you can call to rescue you. You have a cell phone for emergencies, a clunky looking Nokia that you keep tucked in the glove compartment just in case.

Mike’s at work by now of course, and Abby is staying over their aunt’s for the weekend. The friends you’ve just left certainly aren’t in any shape to come out this far. You rummage in your purse, squinting in the darkness, hoping you’ll find a bottle of acetaminophen when your hand brushes against a small rectangular object:

Steve Raglan’s business card.

You’d tossed it in there without a thought, a duplicate of the one he’d given Mike after one of your previous encounters, pressed into your palm before he’d exited the parking lot of Freddy’s. He obviously wouldn’t be at work this late. You turn the key in the ignition to the accessory position, flipping on the rear view mirror’s lighting. You hesitate, your fingers tracing over the embossed lettering on the front before you move to throw it back into your bag, freezing when you realize there’s another number handwritten on the back, along with the words Home No. and Call any time.

You’d tried to obliterate Steve from your mind, renewed in your commitment to Mike after that last heart to heart you’d had. You’d hoped a change of scenery would help; that enough booze would numb your senses and make it difficult to concentrate, dissipating the memories. Instead it’s only made you ache with longing, realizing that there’s no escaping the older man’s reach. You’re bound to him just as firmly as Mike is.

You lean over and flip the latch of the glove compartment, shoving the owner’s manual aside, fingers finally closing over the mobile phone and its power supply. You plug the phone into the charger and hold the power button, the lime green screen blooming back to life, glowing brightly. The phone rings twice before Raglan answers. He doesn’t sound like he was asleep, at least.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s me.” It comes out breathier than you’d intended and you try and fail to stifle a giggle at how absurd you sound.

There’s a long pause. You can practically hear the disapproving scowl forming from here. “Where are you calling me from?”

“I’m on my cell in the car. I’m broken down on the interstate.”

“Where?”

“Um…I don’t know. It’s hard to think. My head is splitting. I’m like probably forty five minutes outside of town? Heading north. No, I mean, you’ll be going north. I was heading south.” Another giggle escapes.

“I’m leaving now. Make sure your doors are locked.”

“Thank you. I’m—”

The call disconnects. You power it down and put it everything away, turning the key again, bathing yourself in darkness once more.

You’ve nearly nodded off when you see the pair of headlights growing closer, and you know, somehow instinctively, that it’s Steve.

You emerge from the car just as he loops around to stop behind it. You still feel buzzed, your footing on the broken asphalt on the shoulder making the trek more difficult. You hear the older man curse as he slips out of the car, hurrying over to you. One arm slides around your waist, half dragging, half guiding you. He bends to lift the door handle on the passenger side and you cling to him with whatever strength you have left.

“Christ, how much did you drink? You reek of alcohol. You’re lucky you didn’t get yourself killed. Or hurt anyone else,” he adds.

“Not enough to forget everything you’ve done to me.” You realize he isn’t wearing his glasses nor his customary business attire, instead clad in jeans and a Henley. You relax your grip on his shoulder, wondering if the marks you bruised him with the last time you’d been intimate still linger, moving to toy with the pair of buttons holding his shirt closed instead, leaning back against the side of the car, pulling him with you.

“What are you doing? Stop.” He shoves your groping fingers away.

“What’s the matter? You only like it when you’re forcing me?”

“Enough. Get in the car.”

“You’re not really forcing me anymore though, are you?” You seat your palm against the broad muscles in his neck, feeling the tension there. “You know how much I want you.”

He drags your hand away once again. “I’m not arguing with you when you’re this intoxicated. Get in the car or I will put you there,” he growls.

“That’s the aggressive Steve I’m used to.” You laugh but surrender, sitting down heavily, nearly losing your balance again before you manage the task.

He shuts the door and makes his way back to the driver’s side, sliding behind the wheel, about to reach for the gear shift when your hand closes over his, halting his progress.

“You didn’t even call me sweetheart or honey. You’re that mad at me?”

His hand slides free of your grasp, as if he can’t tolerate you touching him all of a sudden, his voice tight. “Yes.”

“Because I made you drive out here in the middle of the night?”

The career counselor glowers at you. “First of all, you didn’t make me do anything, I volunteered. Secondly, this is the kind of irresponsible behavior I’d expect from that idiot boyfriend of yours, not you.”

“He’s not an idiot,” you protest. “Don’t say that.” You watch his lips press together thinly with the strain of keeping whatever further insult he’s about to hurl in check. “Why are you so pissed?”

“Because you could have gotten hurt!” He exclaims, slamming a fist on the steering wheel.

“You do care about me,” you realize, giving voice to the sobering thought out loud. It was like that night when you’d gone into the locker room and reached for the closed door; he was afraid for you.

His gaze remains focused on the rear of your car currently bathed in the glow of headlights. “I shouldn’t,” he murmurs quietly.

“Why not? Please talk to me.”

The older man sighs heavily. “About what?”

“Anything. Everything. Trivial stuff. What you eat for breakfast. What color your toothbrush is. Which sitcom makes you laugh.”

“It’s one thirty in the morning. I hardly think these questions are that pressing. You need to sleep this off. You’re going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning.”

”I’m not that drunk,” you protest. “I know what I'm saying.” You pause. “What do you do when you go home after you’ve been with me? Do you think about me as much as I think about you?”

He hesitates, glancing over at you. “You really shouldn’t go down this road. You’re going to be disappointed.”

You swallow thickly, the sudden swell of emotions building in your throat threatening to choke you. “I’ll die if you don’t kiss me.”

He makes a soft, broken sound, like a wounded animal in its dying moments, so full of regret and want, then leans over, fingers bracing your jaw as his mouth roughly covers yours. You whimper at the feeling, lips desperate against his, tongue restlessly probing. Your heart slams against your ribs and your grab his free hand and place it there, willing him to feel what he does to you.

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t pursue this,” he exhales beside your cheek.

You shudder at the pet name, once so condescendingly offered, now saturated with affection.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader

[ew-your-little-sister]

Hey imagine if you had a sister who had a little sister fetish and she found out you were trans and is super supportive and wants to help you transition and also for some reason she's way more touchy and affectionate than she used to be and she just suggested that you and her should share a room so you can turn the spare into a walk in closet for both you.

Okay!!! I bet it would probably be something like this:

**part 1 of ??? i spent a few days writing this bit but i didn't want to sit on it any longer so here's this chunk lemme know if you want more**

"No listen, I'm telling you, none of those onlyfans girls are ACTUALLY sisters, they're just two girls who already do porn and they kind of look alike so they start making content together. It's really Gross, I promise you'll regret if you end up subbing, it's not worth 29 bucks"

"how do you even know??? Wait Ughhhh no this is so fucking weird I am not having this conversation with my sister PLEASE don't look at my history and stay the fuck off my laptop"

"dude just... trust me, okay? I PROMISE this has nothing to do with some weird puritan shit, i'm just watching out for my little sis... *ahem* s...ibling. y'know? I'm not trying to be gross, just like... save your money okay?"

Did she almost just fucking call me her sister? wtf kind of mind game is this... did she find the... I slammed my bedroom door in her face and clicked the lock. She kept yelling.

"Bro!! you're being ridiculous! i'm soooo sorry for using your laptop but you're being such a fucking bratty little bitch about it, you're not even acting like my brother anymore. Ever since you came back for christmas break, you're so fucking weird around me and i don't fucking deserve that. Just because you went out of state for college doesn't make you better than me, Andr--... nevermind"

She went quiet, like she couldn't quite get through the name. I heard her slam the door across the hall. I exhaled and unclenched my jaw. Something about the way she'd held back made me tense and I couldn't put my finger on it.

I had to know if she'd found it. There was no way she could've, but still -- I had to check. Nope, still there.

I dug out the old xbox 360 box from the corner of my closet and pulled out the layer of old cords and broken controllers. The walmart bag still had that same energy radiating off of it and it set off the geiger counter in my stomach. my cock stiffened and my stomach clenched in hopeful anticipation. It's okay. she doesn't know. I need this so bad, I can't believe I went all semester without these.I looked over my shoulder and made double sure the door was locked, and upended the bag onto the floor of the closet. 3 pairs of panties, pink and green flowers, yellow stripes, and solid navy blue, wrinkled and musty. The tank top that didn't quite fit and the swimsuit top she hadn't worn in 5 summers, all still there. I reached for my favorite, the pink and green ones, the first pair i had found, tucked away into the corner of her otherwise-empty hamper.I undid my belt and pulled down my jeans over the hairy legs I'd have to figure out how to get used to again. At least until I could get back to my dorm where I didn't have to worry about answering questions i didn't even know the answer to. "Did you shave your legs? What the hell, why? Is this some kind of disgusting prank? Are you gay or something? Is this how you think we raised you?"

I closed my eyes and exhaled again. Unclenched my jaw. Again. I pulled my boxers down and my unwieldy, half-hard cock bounced up and down expectantly, getting harder with each beat of my racing heart. By the time I had both legs through the panties it was aching and I knew it wouldn't fit into the panties until it got some attention. I pulled them up anyway and felt the soft cotton cutting into my cheeks and hips. My cock was a hairs breadth away from exploding into them for what had to be the 700th time, and the wet spot of precum was getting bigger and bigger.

I knelt down and unceremoniously stuffed the yellow striped panties into my face. With my eyes clamped shut and the soft panties filling my nostrils, I desperately breathed through them like i was a mountain climber huffing down oxygen. All they smelled like was old cloth, even though i'd never sullied this pair with my disgusting man-stink, her scent had long since disappeared but I could almost just imagine it. Musty and forbidden, and stomach churningly familial, which didn't matter at this particular moment, unlike how I knew it would feel in about twelve seconds.

I collapsed into the corner of the closet, legs splayed up on top of old boxed up toys and luggage and artifacts of a boyhood that I'd somehow been at the center of. I pulled the top of the panties open enough to let my cock spring forward, a thin translucent rope of precum still attached to the inside of the panties. I transferred the yellow panties to my left hand and gently pinched the tip of my penis with two fingers, my favorite way to cum, rubbing just the loose skin under my throbbing head, touching it as little as possible.

It only took two or three light strokes to send thick spurts of cum across my stomach, chest, and even a drop or two into my face. My dick softened and kept pumping out tiny little spurts of cum with every muscle spasm. I closed my eyes and let the ragged breaths calm and return back to normal. I wanted nothing more than to just lay there and fall asleep but the strange position I'd crumpled into in the corner of my closet gave me a wicked leg cramp that got worse by the moment.

Also, the Shame had also set in. I couldn't even look below my waist, so I stood and faced the back of the closet and pulled off my sisters panties. I used them to wipe the tablespoon of cum off of my chest, it had liquified and left a snail trails from my collarbone to my belly button where most of it had settled.

I threw the panties onto the floor and stepped over the mess, stepped over the clothes I'd hastily shed in pursuit of some sick, momentary pleasure back into my room, crawled into bed wearing just a long grey hoodie, totally bottomless and still sticky with cum, and pulled the covers up and fell asleep before i could really start hating myself.

[widowbitessting]

Heyyy I’m so glad you are back to writing but it’s good to took a break cause breaks are good too!!

Anyway I had a question would the trio do something to celebrate baby finishing finals and the semester?

Hey my love! I remember seeing this and wanting to reply almost immediately then...writer's block hit...and life soooo...hi😅 I am so sorry for the literal, 7 month wait to get back to you *insert face plant gif here* (although I swear I replied to this...cos what I've just written is eerily similar but I can't find that reply anywhere...meh oh well!

All the love (I still can't get over you read my stuff!)

They would for sure spoil you rotten. Like, they've had everything planned for literal months. And kept it all quiet - for months! They wait for you to get back to their apartment, exhausted from your last day, and sit in literal darkness - Wanda literally having to be gagged by Carol to keep her excited giggles quiet - and when you manage to turn the lights on, you all but head butt the ceiling when you see and hear your girlfriends in the living room; Wanda finally being able to let out the excited noises she had been made to keep in. You swear your heart almost jumps out of your throat as you let out a very high pitched scream, arms and legs stuck in a desperate tango of fight or flight.

When you finally, finally, regain enough composure (and your ability to see again), your girlfriends are now standing. Wanda holding up a self made sign that the Trio! had individually put their signatures on - and you can safely say, through tight lips as you try to hold a laugh in, that Art is not any of their strong suits. Natasha and Carol are both holding balloons filled with helium in their hands, and their mouths are still open from their shouts of : "Congratulations!"

It takes you a second or two, to come round; heart pounding loudly in your ears as one hand clutches your chest with vice like fingers. When you finally overcome the panic and register the sweet act before you; you let out a small laugh and cover your mouth.

The living room has been switched to an indoor picnic; blanket lay out on floor with cushions adorned with fluffy blankets and a couple of your favourite stuffed toys. On the couch, an assortment of your favourite foods and snacks, as well as sugary drinks - Natasha reminds you it’s a one time treat to drink them so late in the evening, especially considering you hadn’t drank your total amount of water that day - and you can’t help but zero in on the small bundle of presents that sit beside the food.

You tackle them each for individual hugs and kisses, burrowing into them tightly and thanking them over and over.

“It’s just a small thing,” Natasha says as she squishes you tightly against her, “for all the hard word you’ve put in to your school work.”

“You deserve it and more baby.” Carol adds, kissing you cheek.

“I wanted to take you to Italy but these two said it was too much.” Wanda winks, slapping your ass.

You’re whisked away by Wanda to get changed into brand new pyjamas chosen by Carol - satin ones with matching shorts in your favourite colour - “For easy access.” Wanda adds.

You’re then led downstairs and given the option or eating first or opening presents; and let’s just say, the wrapping paper lasts all but five seconds when they allow you to get to them.

Your gifts are perfect.

A giant teddy bear holding a single rose; and around the stem, the diamond necklace that had caught your eye weeks ago. 

A box of your favourite chocolates. 

A brand new journal and pen.

The last box has your face turning crimson. Underneath delicate tissue lies a lingerie set that leaves little to the imagination. 

“A-are these for any particular event…?” You hold up the bra, eyes near bulging from your head when Natasha holds the matching knickers. 

“These are more for…personal use, baby. Just for us to enjoy.” 

Yeah, there was no way you were going to wear knickers with a slit in the middle out in public. 

The rest of the evening is spent enjoying each other and eating all the rubbish food your tummy can muster.

And when you doze off on the floor around 1am, curled around Carol; Wanda and Natasha cover you in a blanket and snuggle down alongside you.

Everything is perfect.

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #reader insert #sugar mommies #sugar mommies!asks #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #spiderbites #smu

[ink-the-artist]

semester is almost over........ ill be doing soooo many commissions in like a week >:)

#been busy w school stuff #then i got covid which took me out for like a week #so i got even more busy with school stuff to catch up on everything i missed in that week #still had some covid brain fog n tiredness #finally finishing everything up then ill be FREE!!!!

[munamania]

hi everyone this feels wildly self centered and silly but i made a guide to my dyke drama/lore that i talk about in barely coded but convoluted terms. i love internet safety. doing this at the request of exactly one person and for the rest of u it's under the cut if youre curious and feel so inclined hashtag close friends <3 i highlighted my previous ways of referring to these people and important notes bc otherwise i just rambled soooo bad <3 and as much as im maybe romanticizing in some ways here i do genuinely care for and love (most of) these people outside of my weirdofreak brain and try my best to do well by them in our relationships. and maybe i just wanted to write beautiful things about my friends whatever

lydia: they're on here we met on here and now we're roommates. we met bc we were two of the only bitches posting in the muna tag and she was brave enough to reply to my one naomi video. and i was like um ok... FREAK.. and then yk we were mutuals but i was always paranoid they'd somehow know film girl or my roommates (or just. other ppl) bc i was being insane so that was awk but then i had a mental breakdown a little bit one night on here about my childhood and decorating for holidays and they offered to meet on campus and give me some leaves for my window and i was like aww (and we used them this year to decorate our shared apartment :')) and i remember i was wearing my black and white sweatshirt that i wore to go see dan live that ive since given away i think but it feels like. a sign u know.. or whatever.. and we do have mutual friends in weird circles including one that connects to steve (see later notes) so it's like chances are we couldve met in person but this just made it really special. we beef bad. but with sooo much love. and i do think we're better for knowing each other or whatever...

film girl: this was bad. i have a tag dedicated to anything i remembered to tag as part of the saga but it was so bad and beyond anything words can say... i'd give her another name but she could never be anything but film girl. it's like if u were there u know. if u weren't... let's just say i was crazy insane mentally ill bonkers jeff buckley lover you shouldve come over i know it's over. maroon 5 even about it. bad. but consider she leaned into me like she did her bf for their first kiss, said our night together when we went to our friend's party where she had dressed up as jennifer check (i showed her the movie it was a whole thing) and danced with me and talked right against my neck and grabbed onto me while walking and said she was maybe bi and i deserved someone really nice and im so swaggy etc and then going back to her place and making me food and watching himym on the floor (oct. 21st u will go down in herstory...) made her the 'happiest person in the world,' stayed over at my apartment until the following morning more than once, unwrapped her bruised hand and held it out to me to see/touch (absolute freaks moment like kill me actually. and that was the day i perioded myself. to use pj of bottoms' terms.) was just generally engaging in psychosexual warfare with me all the time. and we didn't even fuck. or kiss. and she had a boyfriend. who looked like a girlfriend (not that i personally had in february of last year but regardless..) i mean come on she was a straight woman she wasnt even allowed to say slay.. i genuinely still think we need to kill each other but it doesn't matter. how is she still linked to my life? well. we had a class this semester with steve and stede and lydia and scully (prof im in love with. this name is hilar), sort of friends with cool artsy queer girl group (hometown friends, one her best friend i almost met up with at muna concert (with her) one who looks a bit like jackie kennedy. ok not really but that's the one my one friend josh (woman) made out with last semester), had a class with steve and sam last semester with dave, our shared prof that steve told details of our first date and etc to.

steve: this is gonna be ex situationship from beginning of this semester - mid october. gets this name bc they're obsessed w that pirate show so like stede but i simply wont name them that and at this point im annoyed enough w their taste in things that steve feels fitting. anyway. was genuinely very kind and sweet but also got clingy soo fast and we were on very different pages. we'd met last fall (when they had a gf) and worked together on sets and in a couple classes, they kind of got caught up in my triangulation of desire for jane at her birthday party.. and i had fun flirting! um and they were genuinely again very very considerate and sweet but like. seemed to struggle to have a personality outside of their ex and maybe their siblings a bit. idk. just very passive. sowwy. also they were not a very good kisser. i do remember back in may being vindicated bc they also commented on film girl and bf

jane: naming her jane in a gay way. a jane austen way. in that i think we should write lifelong love letters to each other. holy shit shut up. so this is always 'friend im in love with' or 'a little in love with' or whatever. she is also girl with cool short hair and piercings and tattoos and a bookbag with tits on it so god forbid my infatuation. and i just love her voice and i think she's brilliant and so good at what she does and all around just like an awesome person she inspires me to be better and whatever. and she always dresses so cool and used to host house shows (i still never made it to one) (film girl did once) and when we first started talking we were at a film event and were supposed to be networking or whatever but instead we stood by the drinks together and talked abt how we both wanted to be friends in our writing class but never said it and thought the other hated each other a little bit but we were both just awkward and so we'd always make eye contact and laugh and banter together in class and i rlly was just in love with her. and this summer was crazyyy we were on steve's set together and i was a little freak just so obviously enamored with her but the thing is she was obnoxious too so i didnt even feel like a loser. she asked me to massage her arms once and said my half assed attempt was lame and we leg wrestled (also w steve. kinda funny. like yeah u would) and exchanged drunk stories and she said i needed better ones and then i beat her at stack cup at her bday and gave her her card and she hugged me and her lips were wet from the beer she just drank from and right on my arm and i was like wow. her kingdom (surrounded by people who she loved and loved her) for a kiss upon my shoulder. if u will. and i had to have a middle school Look Away moment bc she stripped in front of a few of us that night and i was far too intoxicated to not like lose my mind. also she was supposed to give me a book on set once but never did and im still bummed. and one random night she texted asking if id found a place to live and when i answered she never followed up and i still wonder what that was abt. if anything. um but she does have a boyfriend of like 5 or 6 years. from high school. the worst part is hes a semi cool dude but it's just like really. let her fuck a woman! just once even! jk they are both genuinely cool people first and i think it's great they found each other in this life. but also like fuck off ugh. yk. not to romanticize my life and friendships i just think in another life we were soulmates or maybe in a way we are now. but we also only knew each other for a brief time so maybe something else. we could've done backstreets

sam: friend i just mentioned recently who has a crazy name we shant get into it. i do have a different actual friend named sam but i havent seen her in forever. so i met them working on steve's senior film set and thought they were cool and they were one of the only ones to make it out to our post-wrap dinner/drinks and then we had two classes together this semester. and so we became sort of allies we'd meet up to go to the museum together and send each other the attendance and i went to see fnaf when he rented out a theater for a huge group lol and he helped on my film which meant a lot even if it was only for a bit cause of you know. the everything that was going on. with steve and etc. it wasnt easy to get there so like bless their heart. they also came up with the name for my film and we had that moment around the fire and well i do hope i'll continue to see them just as a friend even, and they're genuinely just the coolest they do a lot of drag and character/costume design and are genuinely just one of the funniest most down to earth ppl i know and they always have the coolest fucking outfits and hats and shit and omg they looked so good in their doc. just something abt the posture and the whimsy and the earnestness and look overall. woah. um when we were on steve's set my friend jackie leaned over and said 'i thought they were film girl for a second' so basically i need to redacted. but it's not like that bad of a resemblance. once again has a partner cause im cursed forever to sleep on a twin size mattress maybe or whatever. i havent even listened to that song more than like once but maybe it is real for me. anyway they were also in the class with steve and film girl with dave.

stede: im sorry this is so funny to me bc this person and steve go by the same name irl but spelled differently or whatever. we met and had a very energetic chat in the hallway at the beginning of this semester jim thought we knew each other lol. they're real cute and endearing and like i said kind of give butch. and we had two classes together but i had so much shit going on man i just. yeah. seemed like they were maybe a little into me but whatever. and well i think we should have a fling but who said that

jim: my buddy prof he's my buddy :-) he helped me so much sophomore spring as i was trying rlly hard to produce our class films and insane already over film girl (he didnt know that but it was omnipresent) and so close to dropping out and is just the coolest guy. he's a little bit like a father figure what who said that. i remind him of his youngest daughter a lot and ive lived in the same buildings as his older one. so just funny connections. i go to his office hours and such a lot with the film friends

grace: one of my film friends. (i just realized i do know a girl in film named grace but it's not her so anyway.) i am in awe of the way she commits to stuff and motivates people around her. she is just so game for anything to make the best of a situation. shes studying abroad this semester so ive only seen her on video chats/texted and missed the one day she came back for her bf's bday. well and she was the friend who said 'no he can keep himself busy' when we went to go see x together so she didnt make me hang out w her not even lame bf at first which was so nice. cause then i eventually actually did want to meet him. and theyre the least annoying couple ive ever met. and shes bi <3

jackie: another film friend. also love her dearly another stoner so we'd smoke together before class sometimes and just went on a walk with our other friend one night around the woods and stuff that was fun. i usually refer to grace and jackie collectively as 'the film friends.' we met in that spring of sophomore year (same class as film girl and jim). this one did have steve produce her senior film after they said they wouldn't work on mine bc of the ""situation"" i was a little sour that was an awkward um situation but it's whatever. i sometimes say film friends and mean a larger group of these ppl/a few extended but whatever

frank: ive just called him frank hes frank hes the coolest dude in the world i think everyone would be obsessed with him and i just think like man hes lived such a life. he's my short cool professor whos just so good at what he does. he's met so many people and done so many things. his van is so him he has a suction cup to pull his windows up in the winter and random albums in the front seat. im gonna try to work w him next semester. i was in that van last night feeling like i was in a gta level to go pick up pizza for our final class.

scully: my film comedy and tv analysis professor she is so everything to me... she loves women and evil women and gay people and camp and horror and comedy and tv and sex and just weirdo freak shit and shes so intelligent and quick on her feet and charming and just. an amazing lecturer. she said be gay do violence once. i felt seen. she said she used to pull her friends (favorite characters) out of the tv and carry them around in her pocket and i knew she understood... she saw bottoms and emailed me and lydia right away. and she's seen willow. and ofc so many other things. and she'll go 'this seems like the type of person/film/etc that you would be inspired by..' OK QUEEN I LOVE U. i want to do cocaine with her. huh. im taking gender and film with her next semester :333 im so excited

claire: friend from high school friend group who ended up ditching me and our other friend a lot that one summer and we almost lived together and we're just always kinda weird around each other but we were some of the only ppl the other hung out with fall semester 2020 so like.

drake and josh: i almost always refer to them together they're codependent a little bit roommates and i love them dearly and i met them thru claire sophomore year but ive hung out with them alone and stayed at their place when i got too drunk and that night i fell down the stairs. me and drake act a little homoerotic sometimes for fun. i cried at dinner over film girl once to her it was embarrassing. i miss going hammocking with them <3

dave: i had him last fall he's really cool he got me on a shoot w the mayor (and steve and jane) and was so cool about me not ocming to class a lot bc i kept in touch w him and hes my homie. film girl had a class w him then too and then last semester was the like news class that crew had together. and steve told dave all abt our first date and etc and got date ideas from him and i was like oh wow... ok lol

couch: couch roommate. theyre not relevant in my life enough to make a name but the couch story was stupid as hell and this one also left ground beef in the sink that one time and had a thing for a rugby girl that steve had a little fling with

jean: if i say 'one of my masc gfs' i probably mean them. sort of friends with couch like she was in my apartment once last year but um. yeah. had a crush on them for like a month at one point and we follow each other on insta and talked when we saw each other on campus the first time and thats like it. chances r ill forget abt this fake name and still just throw that in if i ever see her

#well. that said 👍 #abby talks

[skibasyndrome]

People I want to get to know better

Thank you for tagging me @themarsbar, @purplewilmon, @the-words-we-sung & @misfithive!!! 🥰 💜💜💜

Last song: LÄPPAR - Omar Rudberg because I was listening to Omar while I walking home last night <3

Favorite color: I cannoooooot possibly chose! I love so many colors, like green and blue and orange and purple and anything pastel and-

Last show/film: Case 39 (because we had a friend over with whom we always watch kinda shitty horror movies)

Sweet/savory/spicy: I will always choose savory over sweet (and <i like a little bit of spicy in my savory)

Relationship status: in a relationship of almost 8 years <3

Current obsession: Young Royals (I know! what a surprise) and also Omar Rudberg and maybe writing fanfics

Last thing I googled: "file 39" because I remembered the title of that horror movie wrong 💀

Last book: Auf den Mamorklippen - Ernst Jünger (and not because I actually like reading Jünger, it was for a uni course on literature under nazi rule)

Looking forward to: Young Royals S3 <3 and also spending more time in this fandom aaaaand seeing where my next uni semester is gonna take me!

I have thoroughly lost track of who has already done this or has been tagged, soooo I'm just gonna try to tag some people who (I think?) haven't been tagged yet (?): @justfriendsbestthings, @simonsapelsin, @omar-bb, @earlgrey-lateatnight, @kruemel8, @stretchoutfics and anyone else who feels like doing this 💜💜💜

#people I want to get to know better #tag game #simon.out.

[xalienqueer]

Lucemond modern college au

[English Is not my first language, so I’m sorry but I appreciate if you read it anyway]

Not incest here (yet? Maybe? Idk)

Maybe I’ll make this into a fanfic but since then just…enjoy this I guess

1.

Soooo It's Friday again and Lucerys didn’t wanna go to the pub this time but his friends keep pushing him, and he just can't say no even when he is trying to keep with the new semester assignations and get used to the new teachers and the exams stars the next week, and...and...he just can't say no.

As soon as he finished his lessons for that day he leaves his books in his apartment and grabs one of his brown Corduroy jackets and runs down the street in the breeze. It's night already as always even when is before autumn. At the time he arrives the pub he sees a lot of people and just thinks

"let's get over this" and smile thru his academic stress.

Aemond really hates going out in Friday. Because he knows it's gonna be like this: full of frat boys and college students. Even when he is one of them, he's a senior and yes he thinks he's better than everyone (he doesn't admit it himself). Just go there, sit down with the mates and go after two hours give or take.

He's been there since 6 pm drinking as slow as he can (so he doesn't get drunk that fast and his friends don't ask for another one for him), and every damn time the bell over the door rings indicating more people getting in the place he taps and taps his fingers on the table. But around 8 pm things get interesting.

After two beers and a lot of chat all he can think is Who's the guy over there and why is he looking at me like that?, did we met before? he doesn't know if he's blushing bc of the white hair guy or the alcohol he can’t get used to ingest.

The guy got a pretty nasty scar across his face, from almost under the cheekbone till over the eyebrow...I mean...he looks scary but in a really hot way, he felt his stomach twist with nervousness and his face turning red just by thinking that.

"Hey, Luke just tell them about that time when you and I..

One of his best mates it's tapping his back looking for a funny story to tell to the girls he invited. Luke it's smiling so much at this point that his cheeks are starting to ache.

He's trying to focus on the girls his friend is trying to impress but the white haired guy it's just behind them on a corner of the pub and the lighting does magic to the factions of that man, o m g. He opens his mouth looking for the right words but his eyes keep wandering at that stranger.

The group of friends star laughing pointing out he's already drunk with just two beers and how he's such a good boy, bout his tolerance and blah blah. Luke looks down feeling a lot more heat in his cheeks, and just at the right time his mother star calling him.

He excuse himself before leaving the pub for a moment and before he can answer the call he checks the time, realizing he hadn’t spoken with this parents on the whole day and that must be the reason she's calling him; since he moved out the house that same year they try to keep in touch with him but his mother can't seem to see him as a adult yet, or as she likes to call it "keep communication as fluid as possible, please". He runs a hand trough his hair and put the phone on his ear.

Aemond is not new at talking with guys but just not used to do it at this time of the night, so early he thought, but as he watch the curly boy get flustered by just looking at him... he can't resist, or maybe doesn’t want to take the risk of the boy asking for another beer and not being able of remembering him tomorrow so...

He stands up the table he has been sharing with his fellas of the degree, arranged his brand clothes and excused himself saying "I'm out for a quick" pointing at his pocket wishing -successfully- none of them gets up and followed him.

As soon as he go out of the pub all the noise of the chatting switches to only the sound of the breeze and the sea miles away of the pub. He stars taking out one of the cigarettes while taking some steps by the side of the building and catch by his peripheral a sign of the curly boy against the wall talking with someone at his phone. He takes some more steps so the boy could see him and lights up the tabaco.

Lucerys quickly realize he's not going to focus on his mother either because he can literally feel himself being eaten alive by the guy in front of him. And he can’t grab if is in a hot way or in a hateful way.

Luke on the other hand haven't really adapt to flirt with guys, he had just one true relationship (and was a lot before this) and some casual dumb drunk flirting on some bars but nothing really serious or intimidating as the man right in front of him is.

"Lucerys are you there? How much have you had drink?" His mother says on the other line and can catch his stepfather saying "oh just leave the kiddo alone he is growing up". He squeeze his eyelids and hurry’s on ending the phone call with his mother promising he would take care of himself and go home not that drunk, he never does. Not really.

He doesn't know if he should keep looking at him, he doesn't wanna make him uncomfortable or something...what if the guy thinks he's being weird staring at him and now wants to fight? …but lord he's just so...ethereal?

The guy realizes he is looking at him and his eyebrows raise a little before he speaks.

"Do you want one?" He said and Lucerys oh Lucerys feels like he's about to melt at his feets. he talks so smooth that it feels like a whisper in his brain. Okay maybe two beers was enough for tonight.

Aemond knows he's not giving his best right now, offering one fag at the cute boy but he's trying his best all right? In the moment he looks at those puppy eyes looking at him in the poor Lightning of the street he stop’s feeling cold and swallows dry.

Shit, he was down bad already and hates when he gets nervous and says something fast so they can start talking. He can tell Luke is a non smoker but didn't wanted to assume things

#lucemond #lucerys x aemond #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #lucerys targaryen #hotd aemond #hotd #modern au #aemond one eye #aemond x lucerys

[aonoryuhei]

feeling so very aimless today so small life update @ _ @

ummm all i have literally been up to is a sad little cycle of wake up -> uni -> anguish (jk lolz... maybe) -> sleep... which was FINE except the past two weeks i have been hit by the infamous Spring Semester Burnout and the timing is booty.

so many developments have been slowly happening with lab stuff but honestly i don't wanna think about it!!!! i have my annual evaluation on wednesday and i haven't finished the silly/minor edits to my presentation because every time i boot up powerpoint i literally feel my soul leaving my body... i also don't know how that meeting is gonna go down but i'm trying soooo hard to not sweat things i have no control over (somewhat working. mayhaps). TAing has been an insane amount of work too and i have so much to say about it BUT i'll save it for the end of the semester

other than that um.... i keep forgetting to make dental and doctor appointments LOL the only times i go out are to the supermarket or like. target (i got some nice new clothes yippee). i DID go out for happy hour once with some of my cohort and it was nice..! very tiring and my one singular drink hit me so hard i didn't finish it but i'm glad i made the effort to go. other than that umm i went to some random place with my parents on friday and saw cows 🐄🐄🐄 they were sooooo cute!!!!! they're so curious, they would stand up and look at our car when we passed by hehehe and there were lil babies!!! we also saw a raccoon that was hiding just SO badly and a deer!!! with a baby!!! it did a very majestic leap over a fence.

my maka figure FINALLY arrive on thursday. y'all don't know the STRESS and ANGUISH this girl caused me.... bc why did USPS say she was delivered monday night!! TO AN INDIVIDUAL? and for days i was freaking out trying to find her and file a claim with them online BUT THE REPORT WOULDN'T GO THROUGHHHHH. just when i had almost accepted that she had gotten lost or stolen my dad saw her in our mailbox 🥹 literally fell to my knees when i opened the box like YES! MY DAUGHTER!!! AT HOME!!! thank da heavens

and ya that's basically it!! my dad also got me a smartwatch and i've been liking it... i walk a lot more at school than i thought i did lol. but also this thing has a measurement called "body battery" and bro i have not had a single day over 40% LMFAOOO idk how it calculates that but it feels real to me... been like endlessly fatigued the past couple months and idrk why but w/e cant deal with that rn!! anyway cya love ya etc etc see u in a month perchance when this semester ends

#diari

[sleepysakusa]

Hey hey awhile back you asked for some cute headcannons, I’m late and all but ill take any chance to dump a random one of mine <3 /p

Sakusa sobs whenever his food touches so after much trial and error Komori caved and bought a bunch of those separator plates and keeps them all stacked neatly next to his plates so Sakusa feels special and like he has his own space in his apartment kitchen :)

i cannot express how much i love kiyoomi this ask made me so happy!!!

this is Soooo sweet! i can definitely imagine sakusa preferring that his food doesn’t touch, and he has so many cute plates with dividers. hello kitty, rilakkuma & friends, chococat, he’s got them all! i enjoyed this so much actually i wrote a little something for it

little drabble info: age regression, i messed around with canon, don’t read too much into it :P kiyoomi is autistic bc i say so & i gave him my rilakkuma love

After graduating high school, Komori immediately signed a contract and joined a professional volleyball team. He was scouted by many, and those teams made similar offers to Kiyoomi. Whether those teams saw their individual talent or assumed they were a package deal, Kiyoomi would never know, but regardless, he turned them all down. He had a few years to decide where he wanted to play, seeing as he had wanted to go to university first. 

Three years into his time at university, Kiyoomi had a solid routine. It changed slightly every semester when he took up new classes, but everything else remained the same. Practice almost every week night, practice Saturday mornings, runs every morning, classes every day at their assigned times, and dinner with Komori every single Saturday. 

They’d do dinner other nights, too, and hang out together between their scheduled dinners, but they got together every Saturday night without fail. It was a miracle that Komori signed to a team close to Kiyoomi’s college, which made commuting to and from easy. 

They’d get together every Saturday night, and they did this every Saturday night, too. Kiyoomi regressed, and Komori kept him company; Komori was familiar with Kiyoomi’s regression and had been there to guide him through it since high school. Here, Kiyoomi had a relaxing and safe environment to regress in, and his annoying roommates weren’t there to bother him.

It was one of those nights, and Komori was standing at the stove in his small one bedroom apartment making dinner for the two of them. He was cooking up something simple, a dish made of spam, rice, and egg. Kiyoomi was already pleasantly fuzzy, the haze of his regression settling over him and the noise from the kitchen blending into the background. Komori glanced over at him every so often to check in, but Kiyoomi was content keeping himself busy on the couch with the games on his Switch. 

“Dinner time, Kiyo. Come pick out a plate,” Komori called into the living area, already pulling out the stack of divided plates he kept for Kiyoomi. 

Kiyoomi set his game down and entered the kitchen, bouncing on the balls of his feet eagerly. 

“Want Korilakkuma,” he said, standing behind Komori and looking over his shoulder. “Please,” he added, watching as Komori sorted through the plates to find the one Kiyoomi had requested.

“Pink Korilakkuma, or yellow Korilakkuma?” 

“Pink.” Kiyoomi took the plate when it was handed to him and held it close to his chest, nose scrunching up in excitement. 

Each plate had three sections, and they were divided by small walls on the plate. Each section depicted the character in a different scene. Looking at them made Kiyoomi happy, but knowing he could eat his food safely made him happy, too. 

Kiyoomi had a lot of sensory needs, and his food being separated was one of those. The foods he would eat were limited, and those foods dwindled once they were combined with others. The textures and flavours mixing were a surefire way to cause a meltdown, and after one too many meals ruined by his food touching, Komori found the perfect solution. He kept the majority of them here in his apartment, with the plates having a special spot in the cupboard next to his other plates, but Kiyoomi had a few plain ones in his dorm.

Sure, the plates were a bit embarrassing for Kiyoomi when he wasn’t regressed, but Rilakkuma was one of his special interests. That was enough to get him to use the plates when big, too. 

“Alright, come here, let me get you some food.”

Kiyoomi stood patiently and held his plate as he was served, taking his now full plate and going to sit at the small table. He tapped his palms against his shoulders a few times to get rid of excess energy before digging in.

Komori joined him at the table soon after and began to eat, too. Kiyoomi was kicking his legs, and his feet hit Komori’s shins occasionally, but all it did was make the two of them giggle. It was a great start to the night, and Kiyoomi was excited for the sleepover they would inevitably have.

#this is not my best pls be nice #i just love kiyoomi so much #agere #haikyuu agere #haikyuu #regressor sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #caregiver komori #komori motoya

[leiawritesstories]

Before

Single Parents AU, part 2/prequel

For Rowan Week, Day 4: When Aelin is away. *nervous laughter* heh. Posting early bc why not? 🤭

Word count: 2,507

Warnings: I'm just going to hide now

Enjoy (?)

@rowaelinscourt

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"Hey, babe." Rowan appeared from gods knew where, sliding his arm around Aelin's shoulders and almost making her jump out of her skin before she recognized her boyfriend.

"Holy gods!" she gasped, pressing one hand over her heart. "I think my blood pressure just spiked, Ro!"

"Sorry," he murmured into her hair, muffling his little snort of laughter.

"No you're not," she laughed, affectionately swatting his chest.

He smirked. "Nope!"

"Whyever do I put up with you?" she teased, leaning into his side as they headed down the hall towards their next class, one of the only two classes they shared this semester.

And gods, did they make the most out of their shared classes.

~

Classes over for the day, Aelin laced her fingers with Rowan's as the two of them headed out to the parking lot and dumped their backpacks in the backseat of his old SUV. Rowan, being the teenage gentleman that he was, held open the passenger door for her.

"Want food?" he grinned, very much knowing the answer.

"When do I not?" she laughed, stealing a kiss as he slipped into the driver's seat.

"Touché," he snorted. "I was more asking where you wanted to go, Fireheart."

She beamed. "Can we just go to your house, babe?"

"Huh?"

A little sheepishly, she flushed. "Well, I'm kind of broke and don't get paid until next week, and I've been craving some of Enna's savory scones, soooo..." She trailed off.

"And wouldn't you know, Mom just baked a fresh batch of bacon-cheddar scones," her boyfriend grinned, winking at her.

The brightest, most eager grin spread across Aelin's face. "Yay!"

"I swear," Rowan laughed, pulling onto the road, "you love food more than me, babe."

"I've been exposed!" she gasped dramatically, pretending to hide her face. "The truth is out!"

"I should have known," her boyfriend teased. He turned off into the residential streets and drove through the neighborhoods until he reached his street and parked in front of his house. There, he hopped out and ran around to the passenger side to open Aelin's door, insistent as always that he do those little things for her.

Damn, but it made her fall in love with him a little more each time.

As she walked into the Whitethorns' warm, inviting home, Aelin took a deep inhale, catching the scent of baking and beaming. "I smell scones!"

"My favorite poison tester!" Enna Whitethorn exclaimed, appearing from the living room to give her son's girlfriend a hug. "I wasn't expecting you two so soon."

"Mm, well, I got hungry," Aelin laughed.

"Naturally," Enna teased. "Well, you've come to the right place, my dear."

"No 'how was your day' for me?" Rowan pouted, grinning at his mother.

She flicked his nose. "Says the boy who told me two days ago that he's not going to eat sweets anymore because of some nonsense about training."

"No!" Aelin gasped dramatically, clutching her boyfriend's hands. "Say it isn't true!"

"Uh..." A blush bloomed on Rowan's cheeks. "Sorry, Fireheart."

"Traitor!" she exclaimed, pretending to faint in his arms. "I guess I'll just have to trick you into eating dessert, hmm?"

"Not when it's my favorite kind," he murmured into her ear, low enough that only she heard.

"Buzzard!" She swatted his chest, bright crimson flaring on her face.

Rowan smirked, trailing one hand down to her hip. "See, babe--"

"Not in my kitchen!" Enna interrupted, breaking the two apart before they could actually make any moves.

"Sorry," both of them mumbled, Aelin peeling off to go and snag two of Enna's freshly baked scones, a sigh of pure pleasure escaping her as she tasted the deliciously savory flavors.

Perhaps she made that sigh a little bit more explicit than strictly necessary.

From the way he nearly choked on his water, Rowan certainly noticed.

~

Rainy spring warmed into sunny early summer, and before anyone knew it, Aelin and Rowan and all their friends were turning in their last finals, picking up caps and gowns, and sitting through a long boring graduation rehearsal while the principal blathered on about protocol and other such banalities. They were days from graduating high school, surely they could all take in a simple list of instructions on what not to do and go from there.

"Hope they're at least getting paid for this," Rowan snickered when the class was finally released and he could sling his arm around Aelin as they walked towards his car.

She snorted. "Babe, it's their job, of course they're getting paid." She threw him a wink. "Probably by the word, if Arobitch's speech was any indication."

Her boyfriend roared with laughter, stopping in the middle of the parking lot to double over, hands on his thighs. "Holy fuck, Fireheart!" he gasped, wiping tears of merriment from his eyes. "Arobitch?!"

Giggling, she shrugged. "Fits, yeah?"

"Hell yeah." Arobynn Hamel, the principal of Orynth Central High, was notorious for his, well, bitchiness. And the way his eye roved over any girl with the slightest amount of skin exposed, but that was a different matter.

Aelin winked broadly. "I'm half-tempted to call him that in my speech, y'know, since we have to address the staff and all that." She was one of the three valedictorians, and each of them had to give a speech at the graduation ceremony.

"Please do," Rowan begged his girlfriend, beaming as he opened her door for her. "Please, Ae, it'd make my whole damn high school career."

"What career?" she snickered wickedly. "Having the whole cheer team wet dreaming about you?"

Once again, Rowan wheezed, his face flaming bright red. "NO!" he yelped. "Never!"

Aelin cackled, reaching over to pet her boyfriend's hair affectionately. "Lighten up, Ro, they know you're mine."

"And they know I'm not the kind of loose guy they want," he muttered, finally calming himself.

She pecked a kiss onto his cheek. "You're the best kind of guy, buzzard. The best."

If only she'd known then how quickly she would eat her words.

~

August seventeenth. The date still made Rowan's heart jolt painfully.

The day he'd told Aelin they would never last.

She knocked on his front door bright and early, beaming far too cheerfully for the ungodly hour of nine o'clock on a Friday. "Hey, buzzard."

"Hey, Fireheart," he mumbled, rubbing the sleepiness from his bleary eyes.

She chuckled and pecked a kiss onto his jaw. "I'll get you some coffee."

"Please," he begged, following her eagerly into his kitchen.

She grinned. "All right, calm down, Ro, I'm getting your caffeine all ready, I promise."

He grinned sleepily. "Love you."

"Love you more."

Properly caffeinated and somewhat more ready to face the day, Rowan led Aelin upstairs and let her survey his room, which was rather a mess of clothes and shoes and boxes and other stuff all over the floor and his bed. A little awkwardly, he scratched the back of his neck. "It's, uh...coming along?"

Aelin smothered her laughter, but a tiny little snort slipped out, her bright eyes twinkling. "Good gods above, Ro."

He laughed, banding his arms around her. "Go ahead and laugh at me, Ae, I know I'm a slob."

Her laughter pealed through the room. "You're not a slob, baby, you're just...disorganized?"

He smirked crookedly. "I know what that means, Fireheart."

She pinched his side. "And you're not complaining about it, are you?"

"I wouldn't dare."

"So polite." She threw him a wink as he walked to his closet and found a clean t-shirt and shorts, conveniently forgetting to put the shirt on as he dropped onto the floor next to her.

"So?"

"I'm not doing all your packing for you," she teased.

He snorted softly, tugging on the end of her braid. "Of course not. I just can't do this all alone, y'know?"

"Yeah." She smirked. "You'd be throwing shit into random boxes and hoping it doesn't break."

"Mean!" he squawked, indignant.

Aelin dodged his attempt to tickle her, snickering. "Honest, babe."

"Not fair," he grumbled, pouting adorably.

"Life ain't fair, babe," she grinned, turning her attention back to the boxes. "Right. What do you need..."

~

By the end of the day, all of the boxes were packed and taped shut, Aelin's neat handwriting in blocky capitals labelling the contents of each cardboard box. His clothes and shoes and other more necessary things were either in suitcases or in somewhat neater piles on the floor and his bed, ready to be packed in the next couple days before he and his parents made the nine-hour drive to his university.

Gods, why did he have to be so far away?

Aelin knew it was because of his athletic scholarship, knew it was because he was a talented hockey player that half the colleges in Erilea had been drooling over, but still--she wished he'd chosen to attend Orynth State University with her. Wendlyn University was so far away.

"Hey." As if he was sensing her thoughts, Rowan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as he sat down on his bed with her in his lap.

She leaned into his shoulder, quiet. "Wendlyn's so far," she finally whispered, her uncertainty breaking through. "Are you--" Suddenly, she shook her head, pressing her lips into a thin line. "No, never mind."

"Fireheart." He touched his fingertips to her chin, lifting her eyes to his. "I'm always listening to you."

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "You're going to be so far away," she whispered, her voice as small as her posture, curled into his lap.

He stroked up and down her back, comfortingly. "Nine hours in a car is just a couple hours' flight, Ae."

"And two time zones," she sniffled. "I--I know it's not that far, Ro, I just--gods, I can't shut up the little voice inside of me that says it's going to be too far. That says you're going to---no."

"Going to what?" he prompted, his tone holding only concern.

Aelin just shook her head. "I shouldn't, it's too stupid."

"Love," Rowan said firmly but not unkindly, "nothing you think or say is stupid."

She shook her head again. "This is."

He shifted so she was facing him, her back close to his pillows. "Please, Fireheart."

The worry shining bright in his eyes finally persuaded her. "Ro, I have--" She stopped, cleared her throat. "I have this nagging little voice that I can't quite persuade to piss off that keeps telling me you're going to go off to college and find someone so much better than me. That we're going to fall apart because we're far apart." She glanced up at him, unconsciously twisting the ring around her right ring finger like she always did when she was nervous. "I'm...scared. I'm scared my stupid little fear is going to be true."

Rowan was silent for a long moment, processing what she'd just told him, not sure quite how to respond.

"Great," she mumbled under her breath, "it's already starting."

"No, babe," he instantly responded, reaching out to rest his hands on her shoulders, to immediately put her fears to rest. "Absolutely nothing is starting, I swear to all the gods." He leaned down, seeking to meet her gaze. "Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, I love you. Nothing can break that, not even the distance."

She shrugged off his touch, curling farther into herself. "Then why am I so terrified you're going to stop loving me?"

Hearing her voice that fear, Rowan had no idea how to respond. Any words he could have offered just seemed so inadequate compared to his girlfriend's worry. "I will always love you," he finally murmured, hesitantly reaching toward her.

She released a shuddering sigh, allowing him to rest his hand stop her thigh. "Maybe I've just read too much, Ro, but..." Her eyes welled with tears, far more than just the fear she'd voiced hiding behind the walls of her mind. "What if all the books and stuff are right?"

Damn the way he responded. Damn his stupid teenage rashness.

"Love, that's Arobynn talking, isn't it?"

Just as suddenly as she'd become vulnerable, her shields snapped back up, her hackles raising. "Who the hell said you could bring up that name?"

Instantly, he reversed course. "Shit, I'm sorry, Ae, I didn't think--"

"No." Her voice was hollow, dull. "You didn't think."

"I'm--"

"I thought we'd agreed we didn't ever mention that asshole." Hurt broke through her eyes, hurt and...and betrayal.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Ae, I didn't realize I'd said it." Rowan rubbed his forehead, the usual gesture of his worry.

"That's the problem!" she burst out, using her anger to hide her hurt. "I've overlooked it until now, Ro, thinking I loved you, thinking you loved me, but godsdammit, I can't anymore." She gulped. "I can't keep letting you do this shit."

"You just can't, can you?" he bit out, also angry now.

"Can't what, Rowan?" Fuck, she never used his full name.

"Can't believe anything that counters your thoughts is true," he retorted, blindly reacting. "Can't just trust me when I fucking promise you that I'm not going anywhere because you--" That time, he cut himself off.

But she knew what he was going to say.

Knew what he meant.

Because you trust your horrible foster father's judgment more than me.

Something deep inside her heart snapped at that, the last thread of betrayal. "I never thought I'd hear you of all people saying that," she whispered, her voice cracking, shattering alongside her heart.

"Aelin--"

"No, Rowan." For the first time since she could remember, she pulled away from his pleading hands, curled into herself rather than into him. "Just...no."

Slowly, his heart breaking with each step, Rowan moved backwards, moved away from Aelin, left a space yawning between them for the first time since he could remember. Her gaze never left his face, the haunted hollow dullness of her eyes piercing straight through his soul.

Then she pushed herself up off his bed, still staring at him, the look in her eyes shifting, becoming distant. Like she was looking more through him than at him. Her arms dropped down by her sides, one hand curled into the tight fist he knew meant she was digging her fingernails into the skin of her palm to keep herself together. Using that sharp flare of pain to keep herself from shattering.

He'd done that to her.

Him and his idiot words.

"I'm sorry, Aelin," he breathed, one last desperate attempt to try and mend what he'd broken.

She just shook her head, sorrow flickering across her face, and walked out of his room.

A moment later, he heard his front door gently open and close, followed by the muffled spluttering wheeze of her car's engine coming to life. Then the motor sound faded, and she was gone.

Just like that.

Gods, what he wouldn't give to beg at her feet for a chance to repent. He hoped--he just hoped--that it wouldn't be years before he could see her again.

~~~

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#my writing #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #sort of #single parents au #angst #one helping of angst #and some fluff #because i'm not that evil

[gonegirl1996]

September 28, 2023

My first calc 2 exam is this upcoming Tuesday. Would you believe I’m not anxious over it? Im taking it pree chill. I think I made waves compared to my first semester at this uni when I was shitting over discrete math (Compared to calc 2 discrete math AINT nothing.) that I almost considered dropping comp sci cuz I was soooo scared of math 🤣🤣here’s to progression over perfection and more math!!!

[l8rs-gat0rs]

I regret to inform... (but also) good news about upcoming fics + name reveal

Soooo basically, I had 2 Eva requests left and I was going back and forth between working on both of them.

I am almost finished with one actually!

But sadly, I was deleting a different draft of something else I had been working on and I accidently deleted one of the Eva ones :(

the way I write is first I write everything on Tumblr (For formatting reasons) and then I copy and paste it in google docs to send to my editor, so regretfully, It wasn't backed up or anything yet since it wasn't finished. (Maybe I should start backing my work up though...)

I apologize to whichever Anon requested the one I deleted, I feel terrible, but I don't think I could recreate all the work I put into that fic so I will not be starting over.

However, I do hope you enjoy the one that will be coming out eventually.

in better news, if anyone is interested in the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Midge x reader fic I said I would be writing, I finished that one and sent it to my editor so that one will be out extremely soon, she might actually be done with it today I think, I have to check with her.

after that comes out, I recently got another request, and to all my Moon Knight fans be ready because it is another Angsty MK fic!!!

but of course, The Eva fic I have already been working on will be done and posted before that one :)

lastly, I have a couple other Midge x reader ideas that miiight make it to the drafting stage but we will see 😌

If you haven't watched the marvelous Mrs. Maisel yet, the entire show is streaming on Amazon prime right now. It's an absolutely hilarious but also touching show (it helped me keep my sanity last semester in college) and there is no doubt in my mind that ya'll will fall in love with Midge because Rachel Brosnahan is just....PHEW. She's so gorgeous and I swear, I met her in real life twice and her gorgeous, contagious smile and beauty is just as prominent irl. So if you do happen to fall for her like I did (And my editor too actually haha) feel free to come back to my masterlist and read my fic(s) about Midge! Because there are also almost no x reader fics with Midge sadly.

Again, I sincerely apologize to whomever requested the fic that was deleted.

anyways, sorry for the long tangent! I hope ya'll will stay tuned for my other work :)

~Alisha 💝

(Yes this is the name reveal!!! haha)

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Hi Owner,

How are you doing? I hope school is treating you well and you will get through this. The semester is almost over.

Ja better put his whole foot for December. I can’t wait to the sexy black kang play. He needs to put that alcohol down. The fact that’s he’s 24 and has an erectic dysfunction is sad. I wonder who his next leading woman.

Shai Gilegeous Alexander dress better than Kuz, plus he’s another black kang that I’m loving right now. Is there actually proof that he’s colorist, or anything word from mouth?

I don’t trust some anons on this page.

hey anon i’m good, hope you are too!! and you’re soooo real about ja. he’s too fine to be going out sad like that. & sga? when i catch him…

#ja morant #shai gilgeous alexander