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eldrai · 2 years

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you know I think the reason I like autistic!Jack so much as a concept – it's not really a headcanon to me because we don't see too much of Jack, more like a what if type thing – is because it's all about healing from and breaking the cycle of generational trauma and decades of ableism, whether internal or external.

because you have hotch, who navigates through life easily enough most of the time, it just took him a couple of years (decades) to figure out what exactly it is he needs for that. and he's happy! he's fine as he is. and sure sometimes it bothers him a little that there seems to be this... ease that he's lacking when it comes to trivial things but really, it's a minor thing.

and autism isn't mentioned, because why would it be? he knows what it is, in that vague sense of outlines from what he's read and heard over the years, but it isn't particularly relevant to him. it's other people and other people's children. and there's nothing wrong with that. he just isn't like that.

except then he has a son.

and then his son has signs.

hotch is back to looking and this time it's with fresh eyes. this time he knows what he's trying to find out, because jack isn't autistic (and there's nothing wrong with that if he was, but he isn't). right? and jack gets a little older, the signs stay, and hotch isn't too concerned. so what if he walks on his toes and lines up his toys? he'd done that as a kid and he's fine.

after haley, jack's school counsellor suggests that some signs she thought were results of grief might actually be something else. hotch disagrees because jack is just a kid, he doesn't need some label slapped on him. he agrees to let them do it though, because they say the assessment will give them a better understanding of his needs regardless.

see, if jack was autistic, that would be bad. not jack himself but the condition. it's shameful. it's the kind of word hurled around as an insult. talked about in hushed tones. the kind that got his father to storm out of a paediatrician's office that time he was ten. and it's flapping hands and obvious signs that might as well be a crosshair on his back and hotch can't let him go through that, that isn't who jack is, and he'll outgrow it in a year or two anyway.

then jack is autistic.

hotch researches like he's never done before. even the uncomfortably familiar parts. even the stuff he thought was pathologizing normal behaviour. the habits he grew (was forced) out of. the tendency to run in families.

and...

that's him, too.

it's still a shameful word when he searches online for providers who assess adults. still when he hears them say it. and the letter he receives at the end of all of it, well, that's a strange mix of relief and shame.

mainly relief.

so you have hotch and jack. a loving father and his son. and hotch is beginning to see the effects it had on him when he was treated as diseased, broken, bizarre for who he was. they didn't know it by name but it was there all right. he knows what it's like growing up inside those rigid boxes.

he can change jack's path though. he can research more, he can talk to reid and garcia about jack, then the team, he can understand the difference between jack's actual needs and what everything, everyone says he should let him have. and he can watch jack's face light up because his uncle spencer and aunt penelope are like him!!! for all of five minutes until he goes to show them the new toy he got the other day. the companionship sticks with him though. gets him through the handful of kids who try and tease him sometimes. he can listen as jack tells him this, and his heart hurts and swells with pride both at once.

autistic doesn't remind him of shame. it makes him think of his little boy.

and it's harder to implement what he's learnt into his own life, breaking the patterns far far older than jack, to lend himself the same compassion and understanding. hotch tells jessica first, and she isn't really surprised. neither are reid or garcia but he'd seen that coming. jj, prentiss and morgan are just relieved that what he said he had to tell them (accidentally quite ominously) was nothing bad. dave is legitimately confused not at his being autistic, but his sudden decision to let him know 'now' because dave had twigged it within about a year of meeting hotch and just assumed he was keeping it to himself.

they're compassionate when he can't find it in himself to be.

and jack never knows any different. sure, there are the kids out there and their snide parents but what does that matter when his family are there, their love unconditional? when three of the coolest people he knows in the entire world are like him, why would he be upset?

it's a hard journey for hotch. it's worth it all when he can sit back and watch his son absentmindedly stimming watching tv and knows jack will never think of himself as lesser.

#autistic hotch #autistic cm #autistic aaron hotchner #autistic headcanon #jack #just me rambling #and totally not projecting here at all nope

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lovestruckficto · 1 year

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We all talk abt P03 being touch-starved but what if Y/N is touch-starved too. I think they should help each other out with that.

#im totally not projecting here nope not at all #p03 x reader #inscryption #p03 #affectionate loving y/n is nice but like #need a y/n that is just as shy abt this as p03 #good shit i tell u

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von-karmas-a-bitch · 8 months

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hi last time i scoured court records dot net for all the official gay lawyer content i could find i somehow missed the maya page of the fanbook but i found it today and. height difference franmaya where they're both short queens but maya is an even shorter queen CANON

(for the americans and fellow brits who use both metric and imperial depending on the situation, 154cm is about 5ft and 162cm is about 5'3.5" which i have been losing my mind about for months bc that is my exact height i AM franziska von karma)

#i have known for so long that franziska is my height and have been dying to know maya's height #all i had before was her referring to herself as vertically challenged in professor layton vs phoenix wright #(which btw makes her the only other character to be referred to as vertically challenged. besides franziska in turnabout remniscence)#(so first of all. made for each other. but second of all i compared 13yo franziska's investigations overworld sprite to bratworth's)#(and then compared adult franziska's to edgeworth's. and taking the heels into account franziska has probably grown...)#(...about an inch or so. since she was 13. which is yet another thing she has in common with yours truly. holy shit)#i have been dying to know. what their height difference is. hoping that maya was shorter but only by a little bit.#and i was right. they are exactly as i envisioned #franziska looks tall next to maya but is actually a short queen #5'3'' energy is real and me and franzi both have it #technically she is closer to 5'4'' like she's just under it she's actually 5'3.7'' roughly but. i rounded it down to a multiple of 5 #totally biased here nope #but. let me have this ok #i deserve a little projection as a treat #they also remind me. of my first relationship #im still besties with that first gf #and like franziska and maya we were and still are basically the same person in different fonts #with me the franziska being the more jaded and cynical one with bigger daddy issues #and they the maya being more ''but i stay silly :3'' and having bigger mummy issues #and the height difference is. you guessed it. about the same. although i think the exie is slightly shorter than maya instructions unclear #and despite me appearing more prickly on the inside and them seemingly being small and nonthreatening #while secretly being a powder keg ready to explode at a moment's notice #bc all that rage is kept internal 99% of the time #and them being the one that could like. keep me in line when i was being a bitch #like that moment in trials and tribulations where one glare from maya had franziska actually praising larry's artwork #like i cannot stress enough how much franmaya happened in real life and it was my first relationship #they mean the world to me they are the ship of all time im obsessed #franmaya #maya fey #franziska von karma

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icewindandboringhorror · 1 year

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feeling sick constantly in the background all the time is like.. usually negligible-ish.. until multiple various chronic background issues all happen to overlap at once and then it’s like

#Like usually I cycle between like. joint pain issues. chest muscle injury stuff. back pain. stomach problems. headaches. etc.#There is never a day that I feel totally normal for the most part. but it's usually just little things here and there on and off #chronic things that seem to flare up sometimes. But then every once in a while it's like the flare ups align and I'll have 6 of the problems #at the same time and then is AaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #For some reason it's okay to deal with one or two of these things at any given time. but if I have to deal with like 3+ at once #or two of the old ones plus one NEW thing I've never had before or etc. etc.#I just can't even do anything. I run around stressed out of my mind unable to focus on any tasks or do anything but feel bad #then I cant even play games or do fun stuff becuause my brain wont let me be distracted from fixating on the fact that I feel bad #It's kind of the same way that it's stressful for me to go into grocery stores because my brain LITERALLY just is not capable of tuning out #all of the noises and lights and sensory information - so it' gets overwhelming quickly. I also just literally cannot tune out sensory infor #mation from my body. so if something feels even a LITTLE weird or a LITTLE painful or is even slightly different than usual #especially if it's overlapping with multiple other 'low level chronic pain' type things then my brain is just like.. being given way too muc #h information that it still cant tune out and then I can't focus and just walk around in a daze for however long until one of the issues #goes away on it's own (like joint pain flare ups usually come and go etc. etc.). or until I see a doctor abut whatever the new thing is #and maybe something they do or say actually helps or etc. etc.#Idk I have SO SO much I want to do the beginning of the year and so many projects to finish and things to post and schedules I have #written out for me to get on (like excercising more consistently and etc.) and it's just furstrating for my brain to just be like #ah.. nope.. we are not doing that. instead we are going to be completely incapacitated by a host of physical issues #which I think most ''normal people'' would just ignore like ''oh yeah I'll just load myself up on ibuprophen and coffee and energy #drinks and advil and sleep supplements and this and that'' or whatever but I can't do that it just makes stuff worse. I have to just sit for #days having a mind battle like 'okay yes we're having these problems.. but we can still like.. do SOMETHING right? we could like.. write #or draw. or things that don't take much energy'' and brain is just like NO!!! WE CANT!!! BECAUSE!! THING IS WEIRD!!!' and it's like okay #but thing is going to be weird. there's nothing we can do about thing being weird right now. so we should just focus on something else #'NO!! CANNOT TUNE OUT THING BEING WEIRD!! lets just fixate on it instead and wander aimlessly from thing to thing never able #to fully focus on any other task. hee hee''. anyway. hhghh.. sometimes I just get tired of having Various Ailments at any given time #especially unexplained ones or weird recurring problems that doctors haven't done much about because then it lends to paranoia like #'what if something is seriously wrong but I just dont know it yet?' which could be the case. I mean hopefully not. but I just hate stuff #being unexplained. because if there's no clear answer then the answer could be anything. even somehting bad. *** :V #ANYWAY gghhb... just bothered at the moment. I was going to come here like 'hey maybe I could post some drafts or pictures or something that #could feel productive!' but.. i dont feel like it. i dont care. too focused on Bad Feeling. just going to complain instead lol

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inkskinned · 1 year

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the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.

capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.

now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.

and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.

and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.

and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".

it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"

#this was much longer i had to cut it down for legibility #but i do want to say i am aware this post doesnt touch on human rights violations as a result of fast fashion #that is because it deserves its own post with a completely different tone #i am an environmental educator #so that's what i know the most about. it wouldn't be appropriate of me to mention off-hand the real and legitimate suffering #that people are going through #without doing my research and providing real ways to help #this is a vent post about a thing i'm watching happen; not a call to action. it would be INCREDIBLY demeaning #to all those affected by the fast fashion industry to pretend that a post like this could speak to their suffering #unfortunately one of the horrible things about latestage capitalism as an activist is that SO many things are linked to this #and i WANT to talk about all of them but it would be a book in its own right. in fact there ARE books about each level of this #and i encourage you to seek them out and read them!!! i am not an expert on that i am just a person on tumblr doing my favorite activity #(complaining)#and it's like - this is the individual versus the industry problem again right because im blaming myself #for being an expert on environmental disaster (which is fucking important) but not knowing EVERYTHING about fast fashion #i'm blaming myself for not covering the many layers of this incredibly complicated problem im pointing out #rather than being like. yeah so actually the fault here lies with the billion dollar industries actually.#my failure to be able to condense an incredibly immense problem that is BOOK-LENGTH into a single text post that i post for free #is not in ANY fucking way the same amount of harm as. you know. the ACTUAL COMPANIES doing this ACTUAL THING for ACTUAL MONEY.#anyway im gonna go donate money while i'm thinking about it. maybe you can too. we can both just agree - well i fuckin tried didn't i #which is more than their CEOs can say

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punkitt-is-here · 10 months

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Frequently Asked Questions!

Heyo! I get a TON of asks each day, so I'm making this post so that folks know what's already been asked so my followers don't have to see the same stuff over and over, haha.

Hi! I'm Punkitt! I'm a game developer, artist, editor, director, and a bunch of other stuff! I'm working on an RPG called Astral Guard, a platformer called Susan Taxpayer, and I have a couple more fun projects in my pocket like Happup and Super Mario Death Row.

Why do you have so many hats? Do you know you have that many hats?

ye i like hats. :) free tumblr badges for one pea i like one piece and took as many as i could. free.

Where can I find your art/game development/horsecomix?

Great question! Everything I make that's my own and not a reblog is under "my posts", every bit of art I do is under "my art", any game development I do is under "gamedev", you can find all my MLP art under "mlp, my art" or "horsecomix" for the best stuff. I also have an "animations" tag and a "shitposts" tab. I also properly tag all my asks to be asks and write out the asker's name, so if you don't wanna see those just mute the ask tag.

Do you have a Patreon or a Ko-Fi?

I do have a ko-fi here! I also JUST launched a Patreon, which you can find here :)

What do you use for your art?

I use FireAlpaca and Paint.net for misc. effects!

What are you using to make your games?

I use FireAlpaca do make my assets! Astral Guard, Happup, and any other top-down RPG games I make are all made in RPGMaker 2003. Susan Taxpayer is made in SMBX2 Beta 4, a Mario fangame engine with lua support!

Why are you using a 2-decade-plus engine to make games?

It's fun!

Do you have a sideblog or something for your art?

Not right now! What you see is what you get. I do have a sideblog for Astral Guard though, if you want to follow that game specifically! @astral-guard

Can I make an OC based on your work? ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!! THATS THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO!!!! I WANNA SEE!!!!

Can I do dubs/redraws of your comics? As long as you credit me! I get a ton of notifs each day, so if you wanna show me (and PLEASE i so do wanna see fun dubs and redraws!!!) tag me or DM me!

Can I use your art as a PFP? Sure! Just credit me somewhere. :D

Are you the one who trapped her coworkers in a room and made them listen to TF2 lore?

Yep! Everyone had a blast actually. :]

Did you make that comic where Fluttershy eats the weed brownie/Rainbow Dash has a male living space/someone has a cutie mark that says they'll kill Ronald Reagan?

Yep! That's me.

Where are you in MLP right now?

Currently just finished Season 7! Haven't watched the movie yet.

Have you watched Equestria Girls?

Yep! Thought it was super cute. I watched up to Rainbow Rocks and plan on watching more.

What's your opinion on MLP so far?

I love it! I think it's cute. I really don't agree that there was some sort of huge quality drop after season 2 or whatever.

What do you think of G5?

Not my style! I don't really like either animation types and it just seems like I'm not in the audience anymore. That's totally chill, but it just doesn't grab me!

Have you watched any other MLP stuff from previous generations?

Nope! But I did see a compilation called Minty Being Autistic for Six Minutes Straight that I loved. she's perfect.

Favorite pony?

Don't got one, I love all the Mane Six a LOT, but I'm particularly fond of Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rarity!

Favorite episode/season?

I'm so bad at picking favorites! But any season past Season 1 I have a blast with because I feel like it's just more my style. I don't have a favorite episode, but the most recent one I can remember LOVING is the one where Starlight bottles up her emotions because it was REALLY funny.

Do you like Pony.mov?

Nope! And stop saying my stuff reminds you of it, it's a lil annoying!

Have you watched the Mentally Advanced Series/Friendship is Witchcraft/Other fandom vids?

Probably not! My interaction with the MLP fandom prior to last year was pretty minimal, so I'm making my way through the show first!

What do you think of Fallout: Equestria?

I think it's super weird but really fun because of that. I've never properly read any of it but it's very fascinating to me.

Are you transgender?

Yep! I go by she/her, I'm a trans woman. Have been for many years, but I only recently came out online!

Are you a lesbian?

Nah, I'm bisexual!

Can I commission you?

Yeah! I only have my commissions available on my Ko-Fi at certain times though, so keep an eye out! I usually announce slots being open at least 12 hours beforehand. Slots are usually first come first serve, but we'll see.

Can I use your art as a Discord emote?

Yeah man i'm not scouring every discord on the planet to find stickers of my work. i think it owns if people take my stuff and make it stupid injoke emotes between friends that makes me very happy.

Can I send you an ask inquiring about gender dysphoria?

I feel like this is beyond my capabilities of advice! I'm actually very comfortable with my body and I have been for many years, so I don't know if I can give any good or helpful advice on that front. Apologies, but there are many resources out there where you can ask about those things if you look for them, like Discord channels!

Favorite Color?

I'm a sucker for blue!

Favorite coffee?

Can't drink coffee, my stomach is cringe.

Favorite tea?

I'm lame and can't drink most tea but I love this one orange-flavored tea a lot. I also LOVE ice tea.

Can I say you're horsegender/punkittgender/a little gender goblin void thing?

Well, I can't stop you, but I'm kind of beyond that phase now! I really am a boring ol' plain she/her girl, and I like it that way. It's not much, but it's honest gender.

What's your favorite game series?

Mother, Kingdom Hearts, Mario, and I USED to say Fallout, but I found out I'm really only a big Fallout New Vegas fan.

Favorite game from those?

Mother 3 is one of my fave games of all time! I love KHII, and I'm tied for SMB3 and SMW. Also Fallout New Vegas fucks hard.

Any other favs?

Bug Fables, SLARPG, and TF2!

Favorite Movie?

Everything Everywhere All At Once, no question.

Oh, are you going to college?

Yep! I'm a film/theater major.

Do you have a YouTube channel?

Yeah! Click right here for it, I stream there and upload footage of my games/animations/my film projects + other stuff.

What is that little orange creature I see?

That's bweenop, my little persona that I use when I'm feeling a little scrunkly.

Do you have a ponysona?

Yep! Her name is Star Magnolia, you can search her on the blog to see art of her.

When will Susan Taxpayer/Astral Guard/etc. be out?

No clue! I take things slow, that's just how I am.

How do you work on so many things at once?

I make small, satisfying amounts of progress! I never try to complete one giant thing all at once, I just like doing small bursts of fun stuff. I got ADHD, so I learn to work with it.

Did you know you look like Weird Al?

Im going to run you over with a clown car watch out

WHY do you work on so many things at once?

Fun! I like learning, I like making cool stuff, and I like showing it to people :)

Do you need any help with your projects?

Potentially! I'll probably put out a post asking for help if I need it.

If you could be a horse, would you?

You kidding me? Several ton beasts with the frailty of a sickly Victorian boy; my clumsy ass would never survive.

Are you some sort of...furry?

yeag

Why do you reblog so much?

Brother I LOVE posting. that's just how it is.

Fav music artists?

It changes literally ALL the time but I will recommend ANYTHING by Vylet Pony, its music is incredible and probably the reason I'm a weird niche microcelebrity now.

Why are you like this?

theater kid + having a lot of fun on the internet makes you a bit silly hehe hoo

SUSAN TAXPAYER QUESTIONS

Is it out? Not yet! But hopefully sometime in the next year. I dunno! I take things at my own pace and keep stuff fun. :)

What are you using to make it? SMBX2! It's a free fangame engine for Mario episodes, but it's incredibly versatile and has a wonderful community, so I decided to make Susan Taxpayer in it.

Is there a demo? You betcha! You can find it right here. I'll also probably put it up on my itch.io.

How do I install it? I made a post here about how to run the SAGE '23 demo!

#FAQ #my posts #punkitt FAQ #announcement

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dreaming-medium · 6 months

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Bad Day - Bang Chan Drabble

Summary: Reader has a terrible day; one of those days where everything goes wrong. Luckily, her boyfriend is there to wipe the stress away with some well deserved hugs.

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Punch after punch after punch after punch lands on your soul today. Every single time you turned around, another horrible situation would present itself.

You’ve been sick for two and half weeks now. The sore throat would come and go, but you weren’t able to sleep without propping two pillows under your head. This morning when you woke up, your voice was completely gone.

The empty space next to you in bed certainly doesn’t help either. Chan has been gone for a work trip for two weeks now. He wasn’t due home for another two more.

Work has been its own animal to take care of. It was your first job after graduating, so you were at the bottom of the totem pole. Each higher up suddenly felt the need to burden you with any difficult projects they didn’t feel like taking care of themselves.

“I don’t think this is something I was trained on,” you tried to say to one of the more older workers. The huge stack of papers was so heavy in your hands. “These calculations would take me—“

“Just do it, Y/N,” he said before closing the door to the conference room you were standing alone in.

You had just watched that coworker’s boss tell him to do it. But nope, he dumped it on you.

On top of that, you were also tasked with training the new guy even though you’ve only been here for nine months.

And this guy made it his personal mission to make your job even harder. The way he would go from not knowing anything to being a complete know-it-all within two sentences made your blood boil.

But it’s fine. It’s totally fine, you can handle this.

Then, someone ate your lunch out of the fridge even though your name was clearly written on it. Your lunch break was so short that there was no way you could run out to get something else.

It was raining so hard as you jogged to your car through the parking lot. Every spot in the parking garage was taken this morning so you had to use the satellite lot ten minutes away.

Your clothes were drenched by the time you got into your car and slammed the door shut.

Fumbling with the keys, you shoved them into the ignition and started your car. The heat immediately kicked on and you sat there for an extra couple of minutes, warming your frozen fingers in front of the vents.

A book from one of your favorite authors came out today. You were going to pass the store on your way home, why not stop and buy a copy? It certainly would help with the day you were having.

The drive to the store was silent. You didn’t even turn the radio on. If you’re being honest, you didn’t think you could handle sound.

People were everywhere in the bookstore.

You walked in and looked around for the new book. There were signs and posters everywhere that announced the book. Where was it?

“If you’re looking for the new Kingdom book we sold out this morning.” A worker says to you softly.

A small part of you dies.

You politely nod to the worker and leave.

It’s ridiculous how you feel the tears building behind your eyes.

It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re overreacting. It’s totally fine. You’ll just buy a copy on your Kindle. You didn’t even need a physical copy, right?

Your fingers fumble with your keys and you drop onto the ground. They splash right into a puddle.

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Swallowing painfully, you wince at your sore throat and gather your things to get back in the car.

You’ll go home and watch TV.

“It’s Friday,” you whisper to yourself in the car to try and calm down. “It’s treat day, why not stop for a coffee?”

Every Friday you would buy yourself a coffee. ‘Treat Day’ is what you dubbed it as. It slowly became a tradition with you and your friends.

Chan used to always reload your coffee rewards app with his own money without telling you.

A sad smile tugs at your face while you drive to the coffee shop. God, what you wouldn’t give to see him right now.

The tension in your shoulders is so bad you think your shoulders are level with your ears.

After getting your coffee, you drive all the way home to your apartment complex.

Right before you turn into the lot, a car decides to come out of nowhere and cuts you off. You cut the wheel and slam on the brakes to avoid them.

Your coffee launches out of the cup holder and spills all over your lap.

“Fuck!” You curse and try to focus on the road. “Fuck fuck!”

At least it was iced coffee and you’re not burned. Right? Silver lining?

You’re at your limit. Your sanity is teetering.

Parking in your designated spot, you trudge into the large building.

The weight of the day still sits so heavy on your shoulders. Now your lap was soaked with coffee.

A package sits underneath the complex’s mailboxes. It’s ruined and crushed. The ‘FRAGILE’ sticker is gnarled up.

“No,” you sigh and look closer at it.

Yep, it’s yours. The new dishwear set you ordered came in.

When you lift the package you hear all the pieces shift around. It’s just a box of broken ceramic at this point.

Tighter and tighter your throat gets.

Slowly, you trudge up to your floor. Because, of course, the elevator is broken. Of course it is. Why would the elevator work today?

Just as you get your keys out to open your door, your shitty neighbor comes outside.

“Oh god, Y/N, you look horrible.” He says loudly.

You turn and look at him with tears already brimming in your eyes.

No sign of compassion crosses his face, instead, he laughs. He laughs right in your fucking face.

“No wonder I haven’t seen Chan around. He finally came to his senses, eh?”

Your jaw drops open.

“God, pull yourself together.”

Your neighbor picks up his newspaper from the doormat and goes back into his unit without another word.

For a long moment, you just stand there. Your clothes and hair still soaking wet and clinging to your skin, work bag and purse slung over your shoulder, box of broken plates and bowls in your arms.

Inside your body, you felt yourself finally snap. You felt your anger and frustration hit it’s limit.

Your look of surprise quickly morphs into one of seething rage. Lips pulling in a sneer, you rip open your door and stomp inside, slamming it shut behind you.

Dropping everything you own at the door, including the box of glass, you let out a muffled scream.

The box bursts open and glass shards go everywhere. They skitter across the floor and cover the wood in a dangerous mine field.

A moment of silence passes.

You lose it.

You drop to your knees and cradle your face while angry, hot tears stream down your cheeks.

Wails leave your lips as the weight of the day finally takes it’s toll.

On any normal day, you would be able to handle these things individually, but all at once? You just couldn’t deal with it anymore.

“Y/N?!” A voice calls out from the other end of the hallway.

Your head snaps up and you see your boyfriend standing there with a look of horror on his face.

“Chan,” you croak out.

His eyes frantically look around at the scene in front of him. Your disgruntled state surrounded by broken glass.

He’s here? He’s back?

“Y/N, are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?”

He tries to walk closer but then he realizes he’s also surrounded by broken glass.

“Chan.” Is all your able to say again before the sobs come out even harder. Your entire body wracks with them, chest sputtering as you try to breathe between cries.

His face twists up in anguish.

“S-Stay there! Don’t move, I’m gunna get a dust pan, okay? I’ll be right back, babygirl. Don’t move.”

He continues to say things over and over to you while running to get what he needs.

“I’m here, baby. You’re okay, right? You’re home and safe, Y/N.”

You bury your face in your hands again and continue to cry. His words reach you, but they do nothing to quell the emotions.

Before you could fall further into this headspace, two warm, strong arms wrap around you and pull you into an even warmer body.

“I’m right here, honey, I’m here. You’re okay.” Chan whispers into your hair. He pulls you onto his lap and holds you close.

His comforting scent envelops you everywhere.

Chan rocks back and forth while holding you.

“You’re okay,” he says over and over into your hair. “You’re home now, I’m here, Channie’s here.”

Your face buried into his shoulder, hands gripping his shirt tightly

“What happened, baby?” He asks gently.

You cry harder.

“I’m so sick,” you cry into his shirt. “People keep taking advantage of me at work, I had to park ten minutes away in the rain. Someone ate my lunch. I dropped my keys in a puddle, the new book sold out, I spilled my coffee everywhere. Then fucking 304 across the hall tells me how horrible I look.”

You motion outwards at the glass all over the floor still. “And how do you like our new dishes?”

Even in the middle of a mental breakdown, you still crack a joke.

Saying it all makes you cry even harder. At this point, Chan’s shirt is soaked with your tears.

He continues to hold you as tight as he could. Not once does he tell you to stop crying, instead he carefully scoots and leans against the wall, cradling your body on his lap.

Chan rocks back and forth, pressing kisses into the crown of your hair as you cry your heart out.

His one hand rubs slow circles on your back while the other pets the back of your hair.

Low hums come from his throat. Chan lays his cheek on top of your head and keeps you close to his chest.

“It’s okay, babygirl,” he coos. “You’re home now. You’re with me now.”

“Thank god you’re home,” you hiccup and clutch his shirt closer to you.

“My spidey-senses were tingling,” he jokes in a hushed tone.

You manage to chuckle through your tears.

“My babygirl needed me.”

You’ve always been so happy go lucky, the glass was always half full with you. You always looked on the bright side of everything. If anything bad happened, it always just rolled off your back.

It was one of the main reasons he fell for you.

Chan has never seen you as bad as you were on your knees in the entryway, it shook him to his core.

Another long kiss is pressed to your head.

Slowly, your sobs calm down. Your throat still hoarse and sore from before has only gotten marginally worse.

Sniffling, you sit up away from Chan.

“‘M sorry I got your shirt all gross.”

Chan laughs in spite of everything. Both of his strong hands cup your cheeks for you to look him in the eye.

His chin dips down to your level so he can stare right at you. Those gorgeous brown eyes sparkle at you.

“I’m not upset about my shirt, Y/N,” he says gently. “I’m only worried about my sunshine. It’s not every day you cry, baby.”

“Everything just happened at once.” Chan’s thumbs wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “I tried to keep it together but our neighbor verbally berating me was the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

Chan tuts and brushes your hair behind your ear.

“Let’s throw eggs at his door,” he jokes.

He pulls a laugh from you.

“There’s my favorite smile.” He coos. It makes your smile even brighter. You sniffle again, and look down sheepishly.

Chan lifts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. “Hey baby,” he grabs your attention. “How about this: you go shower off the day, I’m going to clean all this up and order our favorite takeout for dinner. I even stopped on my way home and got two pints of ice cream before.”

“Mint chocolate chip?” You ask softly.

“Of course I got your nasty toothpaste ice cream.” He pinches your cheek teasingly.

You giggle and lean away from his hand.

“Come on, babygirl.”

Before he does anything else, Chan leans forward and presses a long, warm kiss to your forehead.

Both of your eyes close at the comforting feeling it brings. After he kisses your forehead, Chan leans down and kisses both of your cheeks.

His warm lips then press to your nose and then finally to your lips.

It’s a long, sensual, loving kiss. Both of your mouths slipping over one another in a dance.

You sigh happily into the kiss. Chan’s mouth smiles against your own. It’s contagious, you can’t help but mirror the grin with our own.

In the end, you both look like smiling fools wrapped up in one another’s presence.

Chan scoops you up carefully and stands up from the floor, making sure to avoid any stray shards of glass.

“I’m going to take good care of you, my honey.” He coos and presses another kiss to your forehead. “Your bad day ends here.”

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #bang chan x y/n #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #soft bang chan

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notspidergoth · 11 months

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HOBIE BROWN X BURNT OUT READER

Summary: Reader is overworking themselves, Hobie helps them out! (romantically implied)

Warnings: Forgetting to eat, almost fainting, my sleep-deprived grammar, oh and cursing

A/N: (totally not projecting right now how am I still in school. fucking finals... UGH!!)

Wordcount: 928 words

You continued to type on your laptop, vigorously working the paper your English teacher thought would be a good idea to assign a week before final exams.

There was still some homework to catch up on, pages of mindless busywork to jot out. Even yet there were still study guides to fill out and memorize, and did you end up finishing that project on-

Your train of thought was broken off by the sound of your bedroom window being slid open. The culprit looked up at you before closing the window behind him.

"Hey," Hobie greeted, walking over and leaning against your desk.

You moved some of the papers scattered on your desk out of his way, before continuing to type down your thesis statement.

"No 'hey' back today?" he smirked, tilting his head.

"Yeah, no, yeah, hey Hobie." you muttered, bowed over your laptop.

"When'd this all happen?" he gesturing to the stacks of papers on your desk.

"When all my teachers simultaneously decided to be fucking cunts."

He chuckled, sitting down on your bed. For the past while Hobie had been coming over to visit you, the both of you keeping each other company from time to time.

It was like he could sense when you were neglecting yourself at this point, always coming at the most opportune times.

"You seem pretty stressed, when's the last time you've taken a break?"

"A break? Sorry, but have you seen what I have left to do here?" you gestured, exasperated.

"I take that as a no for break-taking."

"Nope." you sighed, flipping through your notes.

"You at least eat something earlier?" he asked questioningly.

"Yeah, sure, yeah." you waved him away, reading through highlighted bullet points.

"Alright then." he shrugged, holding his hands up in surrender.

A couple hours past, and the two of you sat in comfortable silence with one another. You could faintly hear heavy guitar emitting from his phone, and the sound of him chuckling at whatever he was scrolling through. You could just imagine how his face looked when he smiled, the way the corners of his mouth would slant upwards into that arrogantly smug grin that just fit him so well, his lip piercing shifting ever so slightly when he-

"Doin alright?" Hobie looked over at you, "Ya kinda spaced out for a bit."

You looked up at Hobie, and then back down at the blinking cursor on your screen, the last edit made 11 minutes ago.

"Shit."

"Think its bout time you took a break." Hobie sat up, looking at you with concern.

Your brain finally caught up to the conversation. "Huh? No, I'm good, I'm good, sorry."

"Don't apologize." He said, getting up and leaning against your desk once again. "Its been awhile, lets go grab something to eat."

You looked back down at your paper, not nearly as close to done as you had wanted. "I can't, not right now... I'm almost finished it though!" You smiled tiredly, trying to hype yourself up for the remainder of the work left.

Hobie looked over at you, the piles of homework on your desk, and then back at you, before closing your laptop shut.

"Hey!-"

"Nope. C'mon, you're takin a break." he deadpanned, serious.

You were about to retaliate once more before he shot you a glare. You knew if you didn't stop now, he'd end up dragging you away from your desk. Or even worse, keep your laptop hostage. You shuddered at the thought, before you saw movement beside you.

Hobie held out a hand for you to grab, looking down at you from where he stood. The light in your room bounced off him, his metal studs and pins shining in the light.

You grabbed his hand, allowing him to help pull you up. Spots dotted their way into your vision as you stood, feeling the world spin around you. When was the last time you ate? You gripped onto his hand tighter, waiting for the lightheaded feeling to pass.

"You good?" He looked down at you, faux uncaringness hiding the worry across his face.

"Mhm, yup, all good, perfect, just feel like fainting, gimmie a sec."

He continued to hold you up as you supported your weight against him. It was warm, comforting almost if you could ignore the sickly feeling in your stomach.

You were glad your body granted you the ability to see once more, blinking at your surroundings, only to be met with Hobie, having leaned down to look at you. His sharp dark eyes were laced with concern as they looked into yours.

"Shit, have you not eaten yet today?"

Thinking about it now, you couldn't quite recall when you last ate, but you couldn't quite remember much of anything staring into his eyes. You saw them soften before you, before he stood up straight again.

"Fucks sake, c'mon, lets go." Hobie rolled his eyes, putting one of your arms around his shoulders, holding you upright.

"Where we going?" You asked, feeling confident enough to stand on your own, but not wanting to pull away from his warm touch.

"Food joint. Someone smart as you'd think eating's a bright idea, no?" He chuckled, leading you through your bedroom door.

"Not taking the window this time?" you joked, giggling. He had always entered and exited your apartment through the windows, no matter how many times you've asked him to use the front door.

A smile pulled across his face, "Yeah, yeah, shuddup."

The two of you laughed, holding onto him as you left behind your homework.

A/N: (lets see if i have the mental capacity to keep posting!!! remember to eat and drink water!)

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yikesmary · 10 months

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omg for wonu’s birthday could i request like reader and his daughter trying to prepare a birthday surprise for him. like maybe they’re tryna set up dinner for him after practice or a breakfast in the morning

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE — jeon wonwoo x reader

summary: where you and nari try to make breakfast and a cake before wonwoo wakes up… if only your daughter knew what the word “surprise” meant.

notes: the fact that i’m getting requests for dad!seventeen when i don’t want children LMAO. i’m not mad about it, i just think it’s funny irony. keep the requests coming though <3

this was supposed to be posted on wonwoo's birthday, but my keyboard likes not working so I had to write this in small sessions whenever my keyboard was cooperative with me, so sorry about posting late <3

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“Not too fast on the stirring, Nari. The mix might spill over,” you told your daughter, watching as she tried to diligently stir the bowl that contained the homemade frosting mixture.

Your daughter hummed and stopped stirring to look at you, “Like this, mommy?”

You nodded and she smiled, her cheeks and forehead were somehow lightly covered in the mixture. Laughing, you grabbed a clean dishrag and wiped the mixture off, her face scrunching as you wiped.

“Do you think daddy will like this?” Nari asked.

“Of course he will! Especially since it’s coming from you!” You replied, kissing your daughter on the head.

“And it’s coming from you too!” She cheerfully exclaimed.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Wonwoo was looking at the both of you with pride and adoration. He had awoken to an empty spot beside him in bed, and when he looked in Nari’s room, she was nowhere to be found either.

For a second, he thought of the worse, before a distinct noise coming from the kitchen capture his attention. Wonwoo tried his best to enter the kitchen as silently as he could, and that’s when he saw you and Nari.

Nari was the first one to stop Wonwoo, gasping and getting down from the little step stool that was for her; all the guys had gifted it to her and decorated it together, ‘Jeon Nari’ on it with the most cluttered, disorganized mess of stickers were on it, yet it was probably her most prized possession in the kitchen.

She practically jumped onto Wonwoo, who had fast enough reflexes and just knew she was going to do that. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!” Nari yelled out, grabbing his face and squeezing. While she didn’t have the strength to hurt him, it looked painful with his glasses pressing against his temples.

You smiled at the sight and joined the father-daughter duo. “Happy Birthday, baby,” you greeted, kissing him on the lips.

“Daddy, we’re making you a surprise cake and breakfast!” your daughter exclaimed, clueless on the fact that the point of a surprise was to keep it a surprise.

Wonwoo laughed at her secret keeping and you couldn’t help but laugh as well. “It’s not so much of a secret now that you told him, sweetheart,” you cooed at Nari, pinching her chubby cheeks at how cute she was.

“What’s for breakfast—“

“Nope,” you cut him off and turned him and Nari away from the food, the only semblance of hope you had at keeping his birthday breakfast a secret.

“How about you and Nari go to the living room and finish one of your LEGO projects and I’ll finish up here and call you guys when I’m ready,” you directed.

Nari clapped at the mention of the LEGOs and Wonwoo said, “what if I help—“

“You can help me by playing with our daughter in the living room and leaving me to finish your food, birthday boy,” you told him.

Sighing, he finally listened and left the kitchen, making you smile in satisfaction.

“Nari! Wonwoo! Breakfast’s ready!” You called out, placing the final plate on the table.

You heard two pairs of footsteps approach and saw that Nari ran in first, with Wonwoo lagging slightly behind. “I win!” Nari yelled out victoriously.

“You are so fast, Nari!” Wonwoo exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Once Nari was distracted, Wonwoo looked at you and whispered, “I totally let her win,”

“I don’t know, Nari was pretty fast…” you teased.

“So that’s how we’re going to play it, huh?” He challenged, and you widened your eyes, knowing what was going to happen.

Trying to get a head start, you tried running away but Wonwoo caught you, his arms around your waist and swinging you away from the door. Wonwoo then started tickling you and you squeaked and started laughing uncontrollably.

In the midst of your laughing, your daughter somehow joined in the mix, tickling you like her father was doing. “I surrender!” You tried saying, tapping Wonwoo on his knee, which instantly made him stop.

As you tried to catch your breath, Wonwoo carried Nari to a chair and began unfolding a napkin to put on her lap and another unfolded napkin around her neck. “Why do I have to do this?” she asked.

“Because I don’t want you getting your clothes dirty,” Wonwoo said.

“I see Uncle Gyu and Uncle Vernon do this sometimes,” Nari said.

“That’s because they both inhale their food,” he responded.

Once you were able to catch your breath, you sat on a dining room chair, exhausted.

You then grabbed Nari’s plate (smaller than yours and Wonwoo’s) and little portions of everything that was cooked. Then after making sure all of the food was in Nari-appropriate pieces, you gave it to her, along with kid-safe chopsticks.

Silence fell between the three of you, the only noise coming from the chewing and the occasional chopstick grazing the plate.

"What do you want to do for your birthday?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"I could go back to sleep right now and I'd be happy with what I've done for my birthday," Wonwoo smiled.

"Come on, there has to be something that you've always wanted to do for your birthday but never did,"

"Well, there is one thing,"

"Hurry, Dad!" Nari squealed, jumping up and down out of excitement.

"Just give me a second, Nari," Wonwoo said, placing the pile of blankets on a nearby chair. He then grabbed one of the blankets and placed it on the formations of chairs, making a makeshift fort.

Nari ran into the space, and since she was very small in comparison to the space, there was enough space for her to run around. You then walked into the room, arms filled with various snacks that all of you liked.

Wonwoo walked towards you and grabbed some of the snacks in order to help you out, and then crouched down to walk into the fort.

"What movie should we watch first?"

"Mommy, can we please watch a Marvel movie?" Nari asked you, giving you the similar puppy-dog eyes Wonwoo seemed to give you whenever he wanted something.

"Are you sure, baby? Some Marvel movies are violent," Wonwoo asked, patting Nari's head.

"I can watch it! I'm a good girl," Nari promised.

"How about we watch Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse?" You suggested, the movie was the closest thing to a compromise.

The father and daughter looked at each other before nodding in agreement.

Light snores filled the room as you watched Wonwoo and Nari sleep, the movie only halfway before the both of them got sleepy. It seemed routine for them to sleep whenever there was a movie put on.

Knowing that the position they were in was going to give them a sore neck, you softly shook Wonwoo awake. His glasses were askew, but his eyes fluttered open and he looked confused before looking around and then finally seeing you.

"You guys fell asleep," you softly informed him.

He yawned but moved slowly since Nari was on him. Moving her so he can carry her comfortably, he stood up. You watched as he moved, and you assumed that he was going to Nari's room to put her on her bed.

When he came back, you already started on cleaning up the food and the fort. "How did you like your birthday?" You asked, turning to him.

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer in order to give you a peck on the lips.

"It was the best birthday I've ever had,"

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Also would love more of the art student x stem student peter writing,, again totally just self indulgent here but I adore their dynamic I could go on forever, like study dates but she’s working and Peter hangs around revising notes in her studio and they both just accompany each other AGHHH I could think about them for ages

-🍁🤭

Thanks lovely!

tasm!Peter Parker x artist!reader ♡ 727 words

Your hand comes into view, taking Peter’s attention from his notes for the first time in hours as you slide a paper plate stacked with pizza slices towards him.

“They were out of stir fry,” you say, “but they let me take extra pizza since they felt bad.”

Peter blinks, realizing his eyes are dry and achy. “When did you get this?”

“Just now,” you say, though it sounds like a question. Your brows twitch towards each other, somewhere between bemused and concerned. “Pete, I’ve been gone for like a half hour. You didn’t notice?”

Peter blinks again, hard. He gives his head a little shake. “No, I, uh…I guess I was too distracted. Thanks for the pizza.”

“Course.” You kiss the top of his head as you round the table, sitting down across from him with a couple slices of your own. Peter watches as you zone back into your work, a pensive frown coming to your face. You’re in the beginning stages of a new project, and the last few hours have been a frustrating cycle of erasing, sketching, and erasing again. Peter doesn’t get how you can even see through all the faded, half-removed lines on your page.

“How’s it going?” he asks, tentative.

Your frown worsens. “Not bad,” you say, in a tone that says not great, either. “I’ve landed on an idea, but it just…it doesn’t feel perfect. I don’t want to start and then have to change my mind again.”

“Didn’t you say that’s how it usually goes?” he prompts.

“Yeah,” you sigh, and you sound so upset about it that Peter has to—just has to—reach across the table and take your hand. You offer him a small smile and return the squeeze he gives your fingers.

“Want a break?” he asks you, and you raise your eyebrows.

“I just took my break,” you remind him.

It’s difficult to love someone and see them treat themselves how you treat yourself. Peter would count a run to the dining hall as a break, too, but he doesn’t like it when you do it. Still, that doesn’t give him a lot of ground for argument.

“Then can I see?” he tries, hoping talking it through will make you feel better.

You chew your lip for a second before nodding, going to slide your paper towards him.

“Nope, hold on.” Peter stands up on his seat, stepping one gangly leg and then the other over the table before lowering himself into the chair beside you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, hugging you so that your face is squished against his bicep. “Better,” he says. “Go on.”

You laugh at his over-the-top affection, but don’t move away, going into the details of your original idea versus what you’ve come up with on paper. The abstract always falls short of the concrete, Peter knows that, and yet he feels your disappointment in your inability to fulfill the full scope of your vision acutely. You grow more animated as you talk, eventually bringing the paper closer and sketching while he watches. Peter suggests his own solutions as you work. They’re useless of course, but he knows that having a sounding board helps you think, so he’ll keep the conversation going any way he can. To your credit, you don’t tell him all the ways he’s wrong. You only hmm and huh and then do your idea anyway.

After a while, you come up with something you’re happier with. It’s still not perfect, but Peter reminds you again of your own tenets; that it never will be, and your only job is to do the best you can with what you have. You’re smiling by now, so it’s a win in his book.

“You gonna talk me through your biochem notes now?” you ask him cheerily.

“Aw, sweetheart.” He kisses the side of your head. “You’re a gem for offering, but we both know you’ll get a headache.”

“I’ll eat my pizza while you talk,” you propose, picking up a now cold slice of your dinner. “C’mon, it’s only fair.”

Peter grins at you, your face lined with tiredness and hand stained with silver pencil lead but eyes alight with that fizzy energy you get from creation. “Okay,” he concedes. “But when we go home, we’re watching the most mindless show we can find on TV.”

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elisacaleisa · 2 months

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jax is back at it again btw i fucking hate editing in this app it keeps failing me istg /lh

Jax's Personality Swap AU:

SHAW/SOLAIRE PIPELINE: Porter > Milo > Vincent > David > Asher > Sam > Porter

(i struggled w the choice to swap asher and sam cuz pattern,,,,)

Porter > Milo:

Hunting Werewolf

- quite mysterious and flirty

- "all alone by yourself, sweetheart?"

- suspicious as fuck

- but it works

- a weapon

- "i've been raised to kill, sweetheart. get too close and your last kiss will be on my lips."

- just really lonely, wanted to make his father proud and protect his pack

- "Gabe knew he would be gone sooner or later... so he had a project. Me."

——————

Milo > Vincent:

Skeptical Vampire

- "why are you here all alone by yourself??"

- uhhh

- "listen, youre lovely and im glad you think im lovely too, i got the lineart right too after all, butwecantbeherefortoolongpleasego"

- nope, not leaving

- "ugh, youre lucky youre cute, lovely"

- snarky

- kinda a loser but so hot

- likes to dress pretty

- best friends with sam

- he supports lovely

- independent, still a prince but really not seen as one

——————

Vincent > David:

Charming Alpha

- "well look who we got here~ do we share the same path or do you follow me, cause i am too pretty to resist?"

- he chuckles a lot, he is totally amazed by angel

- "arent you a little rebellious angel~"

- an alpha, he takes the role seriously, but he is still enjoying being out of his pack

- clearly flirty

- he likes to push buttons but is aware to not go too far

- protective? possesive?

- and he brings food for angel when theyre late from their joh home

- "you need to rest, angel. sleep tight. I'll stay by your side"

- actually very caring and soft

——————

David > Asher:

Serious Beta

- takes the beta role very seriously

- "david. youre late."

- gets stuck with baabe in an elevator and is not happy about it

- "stupid elevators, god fucking dammit."

- he is not comfortable to be with you here

- can be mean at first, but he is frustrated

- "this has to be a joke, someone had to put us up in here together on purpose..." mumble mumble

- protective

- david, angel, sweetheart and milo ship asher and baabe so clearly lmao, but dont tell him that

- feel responsible for everything, may have breakdowns

- he needs a hug

——————

Asher > Sam:

Goofy Vampire

- Vincent's right hand

- and a teaser

- still southern ofc this is a personality swap

- "well well well, late romantic Vincent Solaire! why are ya so red~?"

- number one fan of darlin'

- is not taken very seriously by the clan

- despite that, he tries his best to help vincent and the pack however he can

- has tendenc to avoid serious talks but darlin' helps him settle down and talk

- "...'m sorry, darlin'. i just didn't want ya to think of me otherwise..."

- god you love this goof

——————

Sam > Porter:

Vampire Knight

- he is like a security for Vincent, even when they don't see eye to eye sometimes

- doesnt kill until necessary

- really caring

- his weapon is his words, fangs are secondary

- "calm down, treasure, no need for a fight. now, why are you looking for me, huh?"

- suspicious of treasure, but helps them as they help him

- reveals that theyre like older brother figure for vincent, since he is the prince and need someone to guide him

- "why arent you the prince?"

- he doesn't answer... There is a lot you dont know about him...

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted verse #jax's personality swap au #redacted vincent #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted porter #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted au

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Ah, I hope this isn't annoying, but I couldn't resist! I just read the request for the self-aware au, for a player who is actually a god and I really LOVED the idea!!! So if it's not too much trouble, could I ask for the exact same idea only with Ruggie, Riddle and Ace?

By the way, I love your blog and your work, I love your creativity!! ❤️❤️❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsebility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, obsessiveness, murder, blood, beheading, violence, death

My works are not meant to be taken seriously. Neither am I telling you in what kind of religion you are supposed to believe in.

Riddle Rosehearts/Ace Trappola/Ruggie Bucchi-Player is a real god

God of law and order

Oho, so we are actively trying to make him loose his mind (mhm good plan good plan)

I mean, come on, the Queendom of roses is a place I would rank “third-most-not-so-fluffy-relationship-with-you” and he grew up in there so what did you expect?

Something normal? Ha! You are making me laugh

But here we are, croquette master with a hedgehog in his hand in person, almost dropping his needely friend

But how did he even find out? Well… Leona. Leona and a lot of ink (you catching my drift, right?)

Things were looking south and everything was just so…. so… unruly

Mhm I can see how a God of law and order popped a blood vessel in that kind of situation

And whilst you aren’t some kind of being creating bloodshed and war getting hit by a rule book and whatever kind of abilities you have has to hurt

Also it was giving away who you truly were

I mean, yay? Now you have an (somehow possible) even more obsessive follower…

And they all wonder why he suddenly became so religious

Even if you are a more “chill” kind of entity concerning your field of work (the market of Gods is always having too little workers) he is still like “Nope Trey. Imma go pray to ruler number 168” or something like that

Like I said, religious

But oh dear heavens (u get it heavens in like… ok I’ll stop) someone disrespects you or tries to take his seat as “most devoted follower of the month”

Uh… he was in the mood for a “realistic” demonstration of how the Queen of Hearts would deal with annoyances

Just tell him that you are proud… otherwise I’m not sure that even the hedgehogs would tolerate him and his… rather red behaviour

God of trickery

Hmm… this one is kinda tricky

You see, he is from the Queendom of Roses but at the same time he is not powerful enough to do that much damage… with magic at least

When Ace found out that you were everything but a ordinary student you two were in a rather unhappy situation

I mean, either you make that huge glass thingy behind Riddle trip and fall or you can eat rose bush which it was swinging around like crazy… pick your poison

Ace isn’t the fatest tool in the shed but when you, a magicless student, suddenly used something akin to magic he knew that something was up

And who would have known, maybe if it wasn’t for the bad parenting of Riddles mother you may have hidden this until the day you would go separate ways

But oh well, seems like fate decided it wanted him to be religious

I mean, a God of trickery, something like that is perfect for him!

Not to mention that you are way more approachable than some God of law and order because who would want to follow such a stiff deity? (Jokes on you Ace but Riddle...)

Despite him being on the “chill, man” side I can also see a huge spike in religiousness in his personality

I mean, come on, it’s now literally proven with his own two eyes that God (or Gods) at least exist

You know that meme “he don’t but-YES IT DOES!” that’s him

My man just turns feral when someone dares to take your prescious attention and time away from him

Literally a menace, and not the peaceful kind

Before you know it he is asking you if you can help him dig holes for a “garden project”

In the middle of the woods. Aha. Totally believable

Well, all I can say is that Trey will probably miss the kitchen knife... yeah I would buy a new one and never use the old one again...

You know... Maybe the cake looks a bit red if he were blind and never noticed anything.... It's a “garden project”, ok? Let the man raise his Gladiolus, Aconitum, Lycoris and Chrysanthemum

God of kindness and equality

So we feeding the carnivores today? Sounds like a plan. Not a good one but at least it is one

Ruggie has always been someone who needed to clench his teeth and do stuff other people wouldn't do simply to have his basic needs fulfilled

So imagine you standing there one day, opening up that you are in truth literally the things he had been craving all his life for

Mhm, I am just had he doesn't have rabies. You could have fooled me with how aggressive he becomes towards new people (and also your own little circle to be honest) after finding that out

Here we are, Leona is dealing with his stuff in an unhealthy way and someone needs to step up and bring him down to earth again

But imagine his surprise that you were actually the good of kindness after you slapped our local lion who may or may have not escaped from the Zoo next door back into reality (and out of his doom)

After he spends even more time with you it starts to make sense thought

Even though he is the closest person to Leona which could be used for someone's benefit people still tend to be at least wary of him because... well broken bones hurt, you know?

But here you are, holding out your hand to him, offering him your kindness and friendship

Though you could have said “marry me” because win his eyes that is exactly what you did

And who is he to say no to such an perfect being literally being from heaven (or whatever higher place)

He is scratching, biting, kicking and using all the dirty tricks in the book just to keep you alone, isolated and all for himself

Of course he won't do that in front of you, he isn't a monster! Such a pure and perfect being lime you doesn't need to witness such a thing!

If you thought that Diasomnia is already bad then I would say yes, he is only a teeny tiny bit better than them

Why? Oh well, he doesn't have the magical or physical strength to start a war

That doesn't mean he won't leave you alone

Oh no

You will spend somewhere the rest of the time he exists in a small in the middle of nowhere thinking that everyone despises you

He has a way with words (and sharp, suspiciously red teeth) you know?

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 10 months

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part four

Version 1: False Positive

Steve stared at himself in the mirror, staring at his stomach. He rubbed his hands over his belly, looking at it mournfully. Eddie was snoring peacefully on his bed when something caused him to jerk awake suddenly. He blinked sleepily at his boyfriend.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asked.

"Eddie, do you think I'm fat?" Steve asked.

Eddie sighed, sat up, and rubbed his eyes. He grabbed the little calendar off the bedside table.

"Nope! It doesn't appear we have a fight scheduled for this morning," Eddie said cheerfully.

"Eddie, come on, be serious," Steve said.

"You know I think you're beautiful. No, you're not fat. You have fat, but you are not fat," Eddie said.

"Okay, so do I have a whole lot of fat?" He asked.

"No, baby, you have the perfect amount of fat," Eddie said and dropped the blanket.

Steve smiled, blushing. It still made him blush and giggle every single time that he saw his boyfriend naked.

"So, you don't think I need to lose a few?" Steve said.

"Okay, baby, what's this about?" Eddie asked, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I just need to do something," Steve said.

"Honey," Eddie said. "Are you really this upset that you can't get pregnant?"

"Don't laugh," Steve said.

"I would never, but I think I have a solution," Eddie said. "Your parents never allowed you to have an animal in the house, and we both like cats. The house now belongs to you, so how about we go down to the shelter today and rescue a cat?"

"Let's do it," Steve grinned.

"We can take Dustin along, and he can help pick out his baby brother or sister," Eddie said. "We can make it a family outing."

"You still projecting on Dustin?" Steve asked.

"Of course, why?" Eddie asked.

"Just making a note that you're just as upset as I am," Steve replied.

Eddie laughed and kissed him. He brushed his hair against Steve’s face, tickling his cheek. Steve laughed, getting a whiff of Eddie's shampoo that he used last night. They got dressed and called Dustin. His mom had gone to work early, so he hadn't had breakfast yet. On the way to Dustin's, they picked up breakfast and ate it in the back of Eddie's van with the doors wide open.

"So, why did you guys need me with you today?" Dustin asked as they wandered through the shelter.

"You should be here when we pick out your younger brother or sister," Eddie replied.

"Jeeze, no wonder you get along so well with my mom. You're both crazy cat ladies," Dustin replied.

"Rude. . .Gasp, Steve, look at this kitten! Aww, she only has one ear!" Eddie exclaimed. "Gasp! Steve, she has your eyes."

"Eddie, she's a cat," Steve said.

"And she has my hair," Eddie said.

"She's not related to us at all," he told his boyfriend.

"You know what? I can totally see it," Dustin said.

"What are you doing?" Steve hissed.

"He's a crazy cat lady who bought us breakfast this morning," Dustin said. "I'm siding with him."

Eddie was given the kitten by the volunteer and cuddled her to his chest. Suddenly, Steve could see it now. Steve smiled and cooed at the kitten in Eddie's arms. The kitten sniffed Eddie's hair, gagged, and threw up on Eddie's shirt.

"Stevie. . .I don't think she likes my new shampoo," Eddie pouted.

Version 2: Baby Bat

"So, you don't think that I need to lose a few?" Steve asked.

"Okay, baby, what's this about?" Eddie asked, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I think that I'm starting to show," Steve said biting his lip.

"You're kidding," Eddie said with wide eyes and dropped to his knees. "Oh, there it is. A perfect little bump. Hi, Bumpy."

"Bumpy Munson? Yeah, I don't think so," Steve scoffed.

"Well, obviously, it's not going to be their actual name, but we need to call them something other than 'hey, you!" Eddie said. "Wait, the kid is going to take my name?"

"Of course," Steve said softly. "I love you."

"I love you too and our little bump," Eddie said, kissing his stomach.

He pressed his cheek against his stomach as he hugged Steve’s waist. Steve sighed and dragged his fingers through Eddie's hair.

"You know. . .while you're down there, maybe you can show me just how much you love me?" Steve asked coyly.

"Oh, I like the way you think, big boy," Eddie purred.

Of course, that's when Steve caught a whiff of Eddie's new shampoo, and his stomach churned.

"Oh. I don't think Bumpy likes the new shampoo," Steve said.

He pushed Eddie away and rushed to the bathroom. He emptied the contests as he kneeled over the toilet. Steve heard the sound of a cabinet door opening and a hand pressed to his back. Once he was done, Steve turned to find his boyfriend wearing a shower cap, and he laughed.

"God, I love you," Steve said.

"I do plan on rewashing my hair, sweetheart, so you might want to hurry and brush your teeth," Eddie said softly.

Steve quickly brushed his teeth and then turned to Eddie.

"I know I was geared up for it, but can we just lay naked in bed today without -" Steve trailed off.

"Sweetheart, you and that little bump are more important than sex. I love doing anything with you, especially if it's naked cuddling," Eddie said. "It's about as close as I can get without actually crawling inside of you."

"Did I mention that I love you?" Steve asked.

"Once or twice today, but it's always nice to hear," Eddie said. "Now, get. Go on, get."

Steve laughed and went to the bedroom, where he slipped under the covers. Eddie came back with his hair in a towel and laid down on the bed next to him. Steve curled up against his chest.

"I know you wanted to go to the park today. I know how much you like scaring the conservatives, but I just always feel so gross after throwing up," Steve said.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I've got you," Eddie said softly, trailing his fingernails up and down Steve’s naked back.

"This is nice," Steve whispered.

Eddie kissed his forehead, opened his mouth, and began to sing.

Part Five

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction

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inairbinad · 10 months

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somehow i missed bat!eddie when i looked at your wip list before!! please give me words about bat eddie! do you have reference pictures?? 🦇🖤

For reference I have all of these little goobs in my Scrivener project!! Because honestly it's turned into an exercise in saving cute bat photos to my laptop. Good job at zeroing right in on that, btw.

As for the fic? I actually was on the fence about writing it until you singled out the "I'd carry you around in my pocket," line from Steve's Got a Date! Between that and a totally crack idea I had about Steve being able to talk to bats thanks to his own demobat bites...well. As usual my crack idea turned (somewhat) serious and now it has plot. Involving Eddie being the cutest little bat you've ever seen, and the party trying to figure out if Steve's got anything else special going on that they missed because everyone was too caught up in the "Eddie's a vampire and now a bat" thing.

Here's a little blip I drafted out the other day:

*Eddie turns into a bat* Steve: I can’t believe that worked Eddie, somehow making perfect sense: Me neither Steve: Holy shit you can talk Eddie: Apparently Steve, stroking Eddie's fuzzy little bat head: You’re kind of adorable Eddie, snuggling into Steve’s pocket: You got any fruit? Steve: You don’t want blood? Eddie: Nope. Want a banana Steve: That better not be a dirty joke Eddie, indignant and literally squeaking: Stevie Steve: Alright, alright, let's go

Ask me about my WIPs!

(the ones I've already answered)

#the wips #steddie #bat!eddie #love bites series #read 💜#tag game

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mimiwrites2000 · 6 months

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Attack On… Podcast!

Archive of Our Own

As the Attack on Titan series comes to an end after ten years, the cast is reunited in hosting a podcast, talking about their times on the set of the filming, their friendships, and all in-between.

And well, shenanigans are inevitable.

Attack on Titan acting AU, as the cast host a podcast, and interview the rest of the cast.

Episode 01

Armin: On that day, mankind received a grim reminder. We lived in fear of the Titans and were disgraced to live in these cages we called walls.

Eren: Wow, you made me travel back so many years, that was so long ago.

Armin: I know… I just love saying it, it's a cool way to start a series–

Eren: Welcome! everyone to the Attack on Titan podcast! Where we share our experiences, stories, and behind the scenes from the set of, Attack on Titan.

Armin: indeed indeed, and we are totally doing this because we want to, not because the production company is forcing us into it–

Eren: Armin–

Armin: and the marketing these days is crazy but here we are! And we are glad to have you around, we don't know how frequent these podcasts would be, but, yeah, anyway, Eren.

Eren: Y-yes? What?

Armin: How are you?

Eren: … you don't know how podcasts work, do you?

Armin: nope.

Eren: Oh Gosh–

Armin: Sooooo for our first segment, we will be reading some of your tweets from Twitter–

Eren: X, it's called X.

Armin: not in my house, so anyway, the first tweet here says, how hard was it to act with all the green screens and dots and all those effects things, while not being able to see any of those effects in real life?

Eren: Good question, I think that, being part of a project for… ten years, you just become part of the set, you know?

Armin: yeah we don't really have to imagine these effects or try to deal with things that we don't see, it's like we are there, it's like we lived those moments, we also had a really great VFX team and artists who gave very clear instructions, and they provided us with draft samples of how these effects would look like, and… well, considering the rumbling, it was quite… not easy.

Eren: you did a great job with that monologue though.

Armin: well, thank you, and do I have to mention it took me over 34 takes?

Eren: oh yeah we got to a point where we were literally reciting his speech with him.

Armin: but they ended up using the first take, which made me proud but equally pissed off.

Eren: they used the first take?

Armin: yup, and yes, you all could've been spared from memorizing that speech.

Eren mocking: get up! You useless piece of shit!

Armin laughing: Oh God.

Eren: you asshole! I-don't-know what other profanities but some sad other hate-speech things!

Armin: oh well…

Eren: no but good job, it was phenomenal, it'll get you many awards. Now for our second question, how much physical exercise do you guys do to stay in shape? I both love and hate this question, because I've never been in such good shape, but at the same time, I don't want to be reminded by all the exercises and diets we used to do…

Armin: yeah, especially you, I mean, I don't have many shirtless scenes soooo…

Eren: Oh you do have one.

Armin: no I don't.

Eren: Oh yes you do! He does! They cut the scene out!

Armin: hey no! I do not have a shirtless scene!

Eren: yeah sure, pretty sure we'll talk about that scene at one point

Armin: sooooo next question.

Eren: It'll come up, it'll come up.

Armin: so, this question says, favorite drinks? Coffee–

Eren: Rum!

Armin: ok another question, oh this is a good one, so this question says, if you have one thing to change about your characters in the finale, what would you change?

Eren: hmmm, well, for me, personally, I wouldn't change anything about the finale, it was perfect, but, I wouldn't mind more insight into their futures.

Armin: yeah I was going to say the same thing and I think it's because I'm just not over the fact that it's over, we've lived with these characters for over ten years, we can't just let go.

Eren: Yeah, yeah, exactly.

Armin: Well, I mean, it's like, it's weird, you know?

Eren: Yeah I know, but I also would've loved to have more romantic scenes–

Armin: oh there he goes.

Eren: oh come on! Are you complaining about having more romantic scenes?

Armin: alright yes of course after all that pain and sadness, more romance would've been great, but at the same time, it had the perfect amount of romance.

Eren: You're just saying this because-

Armin: Eren don't–

Eren: –you don't want anyone to question that shirtless scene.

Armin: OK SO, we are done with questions for today, that's it, I don't know how they end podcasts, I don't know what I'm supposed to say here, but I guess follow us to get updates, we will have guests in the following episodes, let us know what you would like to hear, and yes goodnight!

Eren: Coward!

Armin: bye bye!

note:

If you saw misspelled words, then no you didn’t

Hope you enjoyed this! This is just a tiny fun thing I’m working on for jokes and laughs while I work on other serious projects

But… anyone wants to record these…? Let me know

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Imagine the reader has an acting job on a film and finds out that they are going to be working with Bella ramsey (who they have had a crush on for ages) and then meets Bella snd finds out that they basically both like each other. Then, after shooting they both go to Bella’s house and have s*x but it’s the readers first time with a girl!

A/N: writing readers first time with a girl is rly cute. I also don't have any experience in making out with a girl. I just wish I could tell my Co Worker, which funfact looks a lot like Bella,that I really like her...welp Idk🤣 sooooo...hope you like it and thank u for ur request sweety <33

Warning: Scissoring, pet names, fingering, Bella being waaay to cute, fluff, kissing. so if u don't wanna read that filthy smut feel free to ignore😇

Wordcount: 1,3k

Proofread: nope (only had 30min to write that lol)

Masterlist

♡Crazy feelings♡ (18+)

Lying in bed with someone you never thought you would ever talk to. Naked.....to each other and completely caught off guard.

Yup...

You...

You and...bella?

You and bella!

Yes. It wasn't planned to end like this. But when is anything ever planned?

You are dead tired because it is the middle of the night. A new co-worker is about to arrive, with whom you have a few scenes together. You sip your 5th coffee and spit it right back out when you see who's coming on set.

The Lady of Bear Island, but she is all grown up.

Bella Ramsey is your partner for the rest of the shooting? That's a joke....but you don't feel like laughing because she's what's called an addict. For years now you've been following her projects and trying to stay on top of them.

"Morning" she says, cuddling everyone she already knows. To those she sees for the first time she shakes hands a bit shyly.

"Haah...?" The only thing that comes out of your mouth as Bella shakes your hand. Really?

Get a grip Y/N

"Oh agh..sorry I'm Y/N, nice to finally meet you in person! I mean here on set!" You're totally flummoxed and look down in embarrassment. Bella has to laugh lightly...another one of her super cute giggles.

Shit...now you have to stay calm while working too. This will be pretty hard.

"You're cute" she says dryly without batting an eye. Wait what? Eeeeh.....ok. shit starts getting real.

Days go by and you two get along great. You try not to let anything show, but you have to look at her all the time. Bella doesn't miss that and often stares back cheekily.

"What...? Are you my hardcore fan?"

"And if so?" Yup you just said that out loud.

Fuck

Bella stares at you and actually got red cheeks this time. Now she's the speechless one.

"Maybe I would like that" her eyes are only on you now.

"Because of you, I can never think clearly on the set."

"Maybe that was my goal from the beginning..." she comes menacingly close, making your breath catch. She kisses you carefully to test if you want it as much as she does.

You can't believe what's happening here and despite a brief hesitation you go in for her kiss. Damn, she's driving you crazy and your break is about to end.

"You are so damn cute. I've felt that since the first time we met."

"Wow...I wouldn't-..I...Me? I've never thought that" you look at her in amazement and Bella finds it hard to pull herself together.

"Are you ok...?" You look at her worriedly.

"Yes...you are just too cute...I just want to go to my place and spend time with you"

"Ok....I'll handle it" you clarify with the film director that you can get a break for today, as if Bella wouldn't feel well and together you go to Bella.

"It's really nice here" you look around relaxed.

"Yes, thank you. I'm lucky that the location is not far away from set" Bella throws herself on the couch and takes a deep breath. "Do you want to join me?" She looks at you with hopeful eyes.

"Ok...I'd love to" you are a little unsure. You've never done all this with a girl before. There were the last two guys...but they were never serious. Bella seems very sweet so far.

"I don't know how long I've liked you..but you're even better in person. Really sweet and so open. I really really like you" you sit next to her.

Bella smiles her cutest smile as she looks at you happily. This time you come closer to her and try to get your heartbeat under control. You hesitate but Bella carefully closes the gap between you and her soft lips touch yours.

A kiss, as if both of you are afraid to go too far, to let it get out of hand, but there is this desire. It bubbles deep inside you. The curiosity how it is to go further with a girl.

A slight sigh bursts out of you, unintentionally. Bella sets down briefly and kisses you again only to take your face in her hands. More demanding and greedy, Bella's breathing accelerates. She also has difficulty holding back.

"W...wait..." you look at her. "I've never done this with a girl before...I have no idea how it works".

"Ah don't worry there's no manual for that" she giggles and kisses your neck softly and nibbles it here and there. You bite your lower lip and hesitate to let go.

"It's ok...I'll guide you. I'll show you how it's done. And if you want to stop then just say"

Bella means it lovingly serious. You nod and kiss again, this time more lustfully and your adrenaline means it too good for you. You are totally excited.

After all, she's not just any girl, it's Bella. She rubs her hips against your sensitive spot, which makes you moan softly.

"I'm getting undressed ok?" She stands up and undresses one by one, your blood pressure rising rapidly. Damn your breathing is so fast, you'd think you're having a panic attack.

She just kisses you again to calm you down, which also works quite well because the desire for more grows in you.

This time you're the one pushing your hips against Bella.

"let me undress you" she speaks between kisses and you let her do it.

The kiss gets wilder, the feelings completely overwhelming. When you are also undressed, Bella slowly lies down on you, rubs her pussy against yours and you can feel how wet she is already.

Wet sounds can be heard which only drives you even more crazy. Bella which soft moans let you join in and you can't hold back any longer.

"feels...so good..that's crazy..." you're already tingling, realizing far too quickly how you're approaching your climax.

"just let it come to you...it's ok" she kisses you on the neck and shoulder which is enough to make you overshoot the mark too fast. You hide your face while moaning into her shoulder.

"nah you sound so pretty darling"

Almost annoyed that you cum too quickly, you are completely out of breath.

"I'm not done with you yet" you look at her in surprise and startle when she suddenly starts kissing your folds, licking up all your juice. You claw into her hair and tilt your head back, moaning to yourself.

"someone's still electrified" your cunt is still throbbing and every touch of Bella doesn't make it any better.

"I'm going to stick a finger in" She looks up at you and scrutinizes you as she sticks her finger inside you. You moan, completely lost, but you put your hand over your mouth in shock.

"ah come on baby, I want to hear your beautiful voice" she holds still and you press against her finger to absorb even more of the incredible feeling. She moves it slowly and can't help but smile cheekily. "That's a good girl, keep moaning...all just for me"

A second finger penetrates you, which makes the tingling even stronger. She clearly feels how your pussy around your finger clenching.

"I'm so close pleeease...don't stop" you moan almost in desperation.

"Come on baby, come all for me!" her other hand wanders to your chest, caressing it and she accelerating her movements which makes you a moaning mess.

Your cunt pulsates around her fingers as you cum for the second time. when you calm down a little she pulls out her fingers and licks them off.

"thats way better...as with boys" you say out of breath, still shaky.

"sounds good" she smiles playfully cheeky and kisses you tenderly.

"Next time...I wanna make you happy"

"Sure"

"Your to cute I can't believe it"

"Stop it" she looks cheekily.

"Nope, never"

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey x fem!reader #bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey x y/n #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey fanfic #bella ramsey fluff #bellaramsey #bella ramsey smut #bella ramsey fic #lgbtq

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