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unhingedgirlythings · 1 month

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FUCK IT

SUMMERY : Reader gets her date interrupted when Hotch calls up asking for her to get to the BAU. Reader rushes over still dressed up and a certain dr can’t keep her eyes off her teehee.

Tags:fem reader , a huge amount of awkwardness, reader is over her love life

A/N: I WANTED AWKWARD SPENCER REID, bare with me tho cuz I haven’t written a fanfic since I was 13 and it was horrible so please be kind and let me know your thoughts :))) enjoyyy.

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You were used to your phone ringing at the WORST possible times, I mean with your job that was something you just had to prepare yourself for. Serial killers don’t take a break just so you can have a girls night out or take a nice relaxing bath after a long day. Although never in your life did you imagine the wave of relief that would wash over you as the all too familiar ringtone blared from your phone. Normally you would groan and feel your body grow more exhausted whilst hesitantly picking up the phone, but not tonight. Nope. Fortunately for hotch, you couldn’t have answered the phone faster. “what’s up” low and behold hotch was on the other end requesting your presence ASAP!

You tried to hide your glee as you glanced over at the douche-ist blind date that the great quote on quote “matchmaker” of the century Garcia, had raved on about the week before. To be fair the date didn’t start off bad, it was actually the most decent one you’ve had yet. Honestly you were ready to finally praise Penelope for actually finding you a decent man to take your mind off the unrequited school girl crush that you had on a certain “kid” genius. somehow you escaped the dude who clearly was stuck in some frat boy mindset, well not without some snarky comment made towards you which you shut down a little harsher then needed but seriously you couldn’t hold back anymore, you had no idea what possessed Penelope into thinking you would EVER consider going home with the king of fucking douchebags (most likely the biceps and tight clothing that the man sported). Nevertheless here you were speeding down the freeway, thinking way too hard about your love life completely blanking and forgetting to drop by your apartment to quickly change into something more work appropriate.

Before you knew it you’ve parked your car, walking into the cold air. A shiver runs down your body and the shock hits you when you realize. Here you are in a little skimpy black dress that clings to your curves in “just the right way” according to Penelope before shoving you out into your car heading to that horrible excuse of a date, “ahh shit. Fucken seriously! Of course this is just my luck … I mean at least I look good” groaning and mumbling to yourself, you make your way into the building. You knew Hotch would be understanding, I mean you never know when you’re gonna be called in and it sounded urgent so yeah, sometimes you and your coworkers walk in with inappropriate work wear. You will never forget the time he called everyone in at god knows what time, Spencer had walked into the room with his pjs sporting a fluffy dress robe, you seriously thought someone was going to have to perform cpr on you that night.

Walking into the building in heels was definitely a pain in your ass, but you managed as you pushed the briefing room door open. A low wolf whistle from Derek Morgan was the last thing you needed right now “damn sweetheart, who knew you could clean up so nicely“ As you make your way into the room, you playfully roll your eyes at him.“haha very funny” you cringed as everyone’s attention was now drawn to you. while taking a seat next to JJ, wishing to be wearing literally anything else “Sorry Hotch, i came straight from..” you hesitate for a second, glancing around before continuing “A date, but this sounded important so I didn’t have time to change”The stoned faced man simply nods at you “It’s fine. You're here, right now we have a lot to cover” He starts debriefing the team, leaving no detail out of the case, no matter how brutal, you tried your hardest to give him your unwavering attention, but you could feel someone’s eyes on you. And out of the corner of your eye see him. Spencer.

His stare was hot and intense, and fuck was it making you become a flustered mess. You glanced at him from your peripheral trying your best to be subtle about it, it was getting harder and harder to focus on Hotch and the case, not Reid. But when his puppy dog eyes drifted up, down and all over your body, your body involuntarily reacted, slightly squirming in your seat. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes turn and lock onto his gorgeous brown ones, a smirk graces your lips as he finally notices your eyes now on him. Looking like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he turns pink from the embarrassment and shame of being caught, and god did that make your head spin. Now it was his turn to awkwardly squirm in his seat while staring at Hotch with all his attention. You giggle under your breath at his fumbling awkwardness. Before you know it everyone around you starts to pack up their things and stand up, leaving you confused. Of course you spent the whole debriefing paying so little attention to the case and more on Spencer.

Sighing, you pull the hem of your dress down as you stand trying to save yourself from even more embarrassment. “soooo how did it go? Was he as yummy as you’d hoped?” Garcia wraps her arms around yours as you try not to stumble down the stairs towards your desk “you, my love are officially banned from meddling in my love life” you could already hear the trail of complaints bouncing around in her head as you plopped down onto your desk chair, reaching for the new case folder hoping to catch yourself up before take off in the morning “aww come on I for sure thought you’d be jumping his bones, all those rippling muscles, who In Their right mind could resist” the thought of the man you had seen a few hours prior put a foul taste in your mouth, causing your face to scrunch up in disgust “he was a complete dick, he legit referred to himself as an “alpha male” AN ALPHA ,Only thing I wanted to jump , was off a building at that point” a defeated look from her was all the conformation you needed, no longer were you going on blind dates, and your love life was back to being non existent and sad “sorry Pen I tried, I really really tried, you just have horrific taste in men like my god do we need to get you some help. These guys are basically human garbage” whilst looking up your eyes naturally drift and settle on Spencers desk frowning as you watch him, his heads buried in the case file whilst obsessively jotting down notes like some multitasking god, your heart couldn’t help but pine after his more, the looks you shared moments before didn’t help your case either. Resting your chin in the palm of your hand, you drag your eyes away trying to spare yourself from going into one of your Spencer Reid spirals. You look up at Penelope already disliking the pitiful look she was giving you “are you sure your ready to give up?, I mean I know this cute guy who would be super into you, he's just your type “the new voice startled you, turning in your seat you’re met with Emily smirking down at you whilst leaning against your desk inserting herself into the conversation with JJ beside her “wow ok fun, are we all just gonna just dive head first into my personal life?, don’t we have a case to work on?” trying to deter the subject of the conversation off of you was a bust, as the women you call friends gleam down at you with a shared look “yeah no this is too entertaining to sit out on.” you couldn’t believe you were having this conversation right now, letting out a groan you leaned back in your chair covering your face in hopes of hiding the redness in your cheeks “sweetheart, what you need is a good ol one night stand, get a certain pretty boy out of your system” if you weren’t already melting into a puddle of embarrassment, you definitely were now “Morgan shut up please for the love of everything holy”

you could only pray Spencer wasn’t paying attention to the little group that was forming at your desk, maybe he was being good and reading the case file like the rest of them should be doing but of course luck wasn’t in your favor tonight “what are we talking about?” Before you could shut the whole conversation down Morgan happily answered Spencer “oh, we were just discussing Y/L/N’s love life. I think she needs a good root, what do you think?” that stupid smirk Morgan was happily wearing was enough to make your blood boil, now you truly wished to disappear “ok ok that’s enough” you shoot up from your seat avoiding any eye contact with Spencer not wanting to see his reaction to your humiliating red face “conversation over, my love life is going back to being non existent, thank you for your concern but it’s over, officially dead so no more talking about it.” you snatch the file off your desk ready to get the hell out of whatever situation you found yourself in “i'm going home to at least get some sleep before we leave tomorrow or I’ll be a zombie all day” with that you hastily made your way out of the building and into the cool night air once again.

wrapping your arms around yourself in hopes to provide some warmth, you slowly make your way to the car park. Before you could make it to your car you could hear foot steps getting closer and closer until they were right behind you, stopping along with yours once you had reached front of your car. Quickly spinning around you slam them onto the car's hood, arm in your hand, face down and pinned.

“Ow ow ow ow Ow!” Shit. It was Spencer. The man you’ve been daydreaming about and here you were pinning him to the hood of your car. “oh shit sorry, my god, don’t walk up on me like that holy shit Spence you scared me” you pull away off him whilst letting go of his arm and backing away a little. Spencer lets out a hiss of pain as he pushes himself off the hood, rubbing his arm to try and relieve the pain “sorry I was just trying to make sure you got to your car safely. It’s late a-and” he looks at your dress whilst clearing his throat looking away awkwardly “are you ok? you seemed upset in there” he looks back at you whilst giving you a smile that made you wanna pass away on the spot “yeah I’m ok, just having your dating life put on full blast in front of the team like that can be a tad embarrassing” silence was the only response you were met with, you glance up at Spencer trying to think of something, anything to say in this moment “you look really nice by the way, it’s unfortunate your date turned out that way.” His eyes meet yours, your breath gets caught in your throat as heat creeps up your neck to your face “t-thanks” tugging on the hem of your dress you smile sheepishly “not the most comfortable outfit, honestly wish Pen let me wear my sweater but you know”

“Penelope” you both say, you giggle as Spencer chuckles. “Oh by the way, I thought you may want these, may help a little tomorrow” he hands you the notes he took from the briefing, Your fingertips brush against his, the feeling of warmth from his hands sends a shiver down your spine. “Thanks Spence. I appreciate it” you stand there longer than needed before you start to turn away from him. “You know, that even though there aren't any hard statistics, it’s roughly estimated that every 1 in 3 or 4 blind dates actually end up as a success” he rambles on, looking back at him you try to pay attention but you can’t stop your eyes from sifting down towards his lips “so there is a chance” his voice fades away as his words become background noise and your thoughts become louder and louder, all you could think about was him, the feeling of wanting only grew stronger with each passing minute. It didn’t help that his lips were tempting you, calling you in. you couldn’t hold yourself back much longer, will power growing weaker and weaker “fuck it” your body moves before commen sense had its time to put a stop to whatever ridiculous thoughts you had muster up, suddenly your lips press onto his without thinking it through. It was short and one sided yet sweet, the faint taste of coffee and sugar overwhelmed your senses

The sudden realization hits you hard as you push yourself off Reid, the feelings of regret and fear settles itself in your stomach making you feel sick “Sorry I wasn’t thinking, shit sorry, forget that happened ok” you back away keeping your eyes glued to the ground in fear that you’ll look up and only see rejection written on his face. What in the hell possessed you to do that?, why the fuck did you do that, the only reason you kept your feelings shoved down was to protect your friendship with Spencer, nothing meant more to you then the bond you both shared and now you’ve ruined it and for what? A stupid kiss? “wait, uh No no it was just unexpected I didn’t hate it actually quite the opposite” your head snaps back up at a red faced flustered Spencer Reid “don't apologize“ his warm hands warp around your cold ones as he steps closer to you once again “did you um maybe want to try that again? Only if you want to though I don’t want you to regret anything” you giggle as he starts to nervously stumble over his words, this time more confident in your actions your lips find his for the second time tonight.

The taste of coffee meets your lips again as your body relaxes into the kiss, which is very reciprocated this time. The warmth radiating from Spencer chases the cold night air away. As your bodies shuffle closer together. you both hesitantly pull away from each, you wanted to stay here in this moment for as long as possible but of course your bed was calling your name along with the early flight departure. “I should go” you really didn’t want to “I know“ his hands stayed on your waist for a moment before slipping away “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow” the sweet look on his face drove you crazy, the urge to say fuck it and stay with him for the remainder of the night was overpowered by the sleepless night before, you settle for placing a goodnight kiss on his cheek instead “night Spence” winking you open your car door and make your way in, you turn the car on and roll the window down to call out to him as he backs away with a smug smirk on his face “sweet dreams pretty boy” with that you drive away replaying the events of tonight in your mind, god you couldn’t wait to get the case over with so you could finally have a date that wasn’t going to end in ruins, especially with the man you’ve been crushing on since your first day, yeah no you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight now.

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader

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onelittlespiral · 8 months

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FML:Relax

From the moment I arrived, I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. I had come on vacation to kick back for a few days and get some action, but the resort had nearly no women and was instead populated with almost all men. They seemed like nice guys when I talked to them, certainly my kind of guys with how jacked they were. Or at least I thought so.

“Hey cutie, wanna come spend some time with daddy?”

“A newbie! Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle and sweet with you.”

“You looking to top or bottom?”

I realized I must have come on the Gay Days, and the men there were not shy about coming on to me. I tried to politely excuse myself whenever they turned the topic to sex. I spent a lot of time at the pool trying to just relax and have a good time, but it was starting to tick me off.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before.”

A man came and sat next to me. He was a scruffy guy, tanned and huge like most of the rest of them. The scent of sunscreen and BO rolled off him. His arms were wrapped in some nerdy tattoos but their size clearly showed he worked out hard. If he wasn’t here this week I would assume him to be a good pick for a gym bud.

“Yeah, first time. Didn’t realize I booked…uh…this week. Not really my scene.”

Something in his demeanor changed. It was hard to describe, but I felt a lot more at ease. He leaned over and began whisper to me,

“If I’m being honest. It isn’t much for me either. But fuck these gay guys know how to party. They’ve got just about anything you could want to take, and basically just pass the shit around. You ever actually tried poppers? I was fucked up bro.”

Maybe it was finally meeting another straight guy but I began relaxing.

He continued, “I got some stashed if you want to swing by and try some shit out.”

Maybe this vacation wouldn’t be such a wash.

I stopped by his room later that afternoon. He greeted me at the door and invited me in as he promised to show off the goods. The room was trashed. The floor was strewn with dirty shirts, shorts, and jockstraps. Shot glasses and beers were stuck to the tables. The bed was drenched in sweat. I stepped in and took a seat on the couch, cautions to avoid the mess. He sat down next to me.

“So, what have you got?”

“You now babe,” he said, throwing his arm in the air.

“Whaaaa…haaa” I started before my brain was afloat.

I slowly leaned forward, drawn in by the thick musk that radiated from his pit. I tried to resist but soon my nose was pressed against it as his sweat filled my brain. I tried to pull back but he rested his arm against the back of my head, pinning me as my brain shut down on the fumes. It wasn’t long before my tongue lolled out of my mouth.

“There you go. Relax. Good boy.”

Good boy. It echoed in my brain, bouncing till it was the only thought left. I quivered in anticipation as I continued to drink in his scent and let his hair tickle my face.

“Yeah, lap it up big boy. This is right where you belong. It was designed just for you, to trap guys and help them fit in a bit more.”

What did he mean by that? But as he told me to lap it up, it was no longer good enough to just smell. I gave a hesitant lick. It only took one as his sweat swam across my mind. All functionality shut down as I worshipped that pit. As I did, I began to feel a change. Deep within an itch, a need developed. A need to be desired by this man… no. To be desired by men. Any who would have me. I felt a new power flow through me, a revitalized energy and strength. He pulled my dumbstruck face out of his pit and gave my hair a quick tousle. His hand glided down my cheek to my chin, and with a firm flick of his wrist pulled my lips to his. He pressed my face to his in a deep kiss as new memories filled my mind. Memories of long nights dancing and drinking at bars. Days working out getting shredded before hitting the sauna for some fun. Of pride parades and glitter in my beard. The longer he kissed me the more I felt myself grow completely comfortable in his arms. I belonged here, with all the hottest guys living it up for a week at the resort. I had been coming here for years to show off, party hard, and fuck into the early morning. My old self was being flushed away, leaking out of my cock, while the new personality filled in the gaps.

My body began to change where his hands brushed over my body. Arms swelled as biceps grew to mounds on my arms. Pecs hung heavy with muscle. Thighs and legs sent slow rips through my shorts until they had burst through, leaving my swelling cock to fight the jockstrap underneath. Feet inched across the floor as my toes curled from the strain. Every inch writhed beneath his touch. He pulled me back to inspect me.

“Damn you’re turning out well, some of my finest work.”

I mumbled in agreement, still stuck in a state of ecstasy as I felt new power surging through me. “Time to seal the deal.”

He slid his jock down, and the full force of his sweat and musk sent my brain swimming. I couldn’t resist as he slid his cock down my open throat, balls deep, and began face fucking me. As his bush filled my nostrils, pre slid down my throat in a steady stream. I felt warm all over, as a deep tan set in. I had come to this resort for years and loved sunbathing and showing off my muscles. The heat persisted, turning to a sweat, the sweat turning to a deep funk. It was the same smell invading my mind and body as he continued to thrust, deeper as my body adjusted to years of sucking men off. It felt like no surprise as a dusting of hair covered my pecs, then pushed down my stomach before my shaved down bush exploded. My pits filled in to better capture my own smell, and keep me just a little high on my own supply.

“Fuck yeah little bro, you’re gonna be so good out there.”

He slipped a hat over my head, and my mind filled with a new purpose. To kick back at this resort and fucking party. To feel pride in who I was and become one of the community. But, most importantly, to grow the tribe and bring more guys into the fold. I felt his cock tense in my mouth as my mind slowed down to accept my place as a gay god, to worship my bros and be worshiped. As thick ropes shot down my throat, I felt strong. I smelt rank. And I was fucking home.

The next day, a new guy showed up to the resort. Skinny, shy, out of place. I came over to talk with him.

“First time here, bro?”

“Yeah, not quite sure I belong.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. Throwing my arm behind my head. My musk caught his attention as his eyes began glazing over, “Why don’t I show you around?”

“Ye…yeah…yeah.”

“Don’t worry,” his face was soon resting in my pit, and I saw his muscles twitch with anticipation, “you’re gonna fit right in bro.”

#hypnosis #bro #male transformation #straight to gay #musk #fml

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greenscreen-dress · 10 months

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Vocalsynth doodle page!! I haven’t doodlepaged in ages!!! ^^ Started off with No plan, Song of Eared Robot came up on the playlist so i drew Tetobot, then i just kept going w the singing robots bc they’re the miracle cure for my artblock apparently. Only stopped bc while drawing Po-Uta I made the “mistake” of listening to his demo song and after that I was too busy sobbing /pos to pick a new synth :’D

If the colour saturation is Way Too Much on any of these uuh blame my computer screen, as always it tells naught but lies but I’m too tired to doublecheck on my phone x). Also i might go back n shade some of these properly, so if i do i’ll tweak the saturation while I’m at it ^^;

Closeups, rambles & more song links below the cut!

Kasane Tetobot from the absolute banger Song of the Eared Robot

Tetobot SV design attempt, it has potential but i’m too attached to the clunky charm of the OG ^^. Mostly listened to this UTAU cover while drawing her, but everyone should check out this masterpiece by suzie with the SynthV VB

Miku go ooeeoo. No comment no thoughts head empty just :D

THE GUYYYY :’) if he looks like he’s crying it’s bc i was, see above :D (also suffering bc his hair shape was a pain to draw but MOSTLY bc of the gorgeousness of Humansongs... & then Circus’s banger Right As Rain... and then The Surface by Eggtan which i just discovered today, so nice to find a new original song & it’s so prettyyy... i’m getting sidetracked)

...Girl if someone stuck me in a trenchcoat long jeans knee-high boots and a SCARF as my default outfit my character item would be ice cream too. o7 for the blue boi, I don’t think i’ve ever drawn Kaito before and that absolutely has to change. Also TIL how to draw fans i guess!

Heehee hoohoohoo the sillay the child the creatura the Otomachi Una. Wanted to see if i could doodle her delightful deviantart OC-lookin design off by heart and I think i mostly got it right? The only major thing i forgot were the horns on her hat, & she felt so wrong once i noticed that i had to add them ^^; I love her somuch :D

Ogh dingus fcuk it’s 1:30 a.m uuuh whoops i go zzz now. The art creativity juices are there, mainly i don’t drawn bc I just take so LONG to get Literally Anything Finished, even a doodlepage like this takes me 7+ hours so i just. don’t sit down & draw if i know it’s gonna eat up my entire day lol. SCHREEPTIME. NOW. :D

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babyyweebbitch · 2 years

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Situations

these are also gonna be long so get some snacks 💃🏾🕺🏽💃🏾🕺🏽

trigger warning : kidnapping , injury , fem!reader , arguing , crying , OOC wesker and Heisenberg

Leon K.

leon has been a single father since you could remember, he’s been able to somehow juggle being your father and his job at the same time. usually whenever he’s working he leaves you his card so you can order food if you don’t feel like cooking or basically do anything that doesn’t cost him over $10k, so you’re pretty good on your own but he still worries about you and calls alot. probably almost every hour to so just to make sure you’re still alive.

leon was on his way home from a mission and this day you haven’t answered his calls, the first few times he called he assumed you fell asleep. wasn’t near your phone or something that didn’t cause him to panic. so he called you again to ask you if you wanted anything from the store but when you didn’t answer for the 5th time he started to panic even more. so he completely ditched the store and speeded home to get you. when he started to get closer and closer to the penthouse you both lived at he panicked a lot more seeing the window broken in your room. after parking and practically running upstairs he didn’t take the elevator he just ran.

he saw the door was wide open and as he entered the place was trashed and looked shot up. he noticed your phone was sitting on the kitchen counter with a note next to it

the note read: Mr Kennedy, we have your daughter and we want money. call (number) to negotiate. and maybe we’ll let you talk to her. who knows we look forward to hearing from you — i know she would love to talk to you

leon’s blood was fucking boiling right now, he thought the bad guys weren’t gonna go so low as to bring his child into this, his only reason for living and coming back home every mission. he didn’t hesitate to call the number and waited for someone to pick up…. which they did

“you motherfuckers! where is my daughter!?”

“oh Mr Kennedy, didn’t expect you to call so soon. we just got to the building”

“that wasn’t my fucking question asshole! where is she!?”

“she’s right here, but first the money…. let’s talk about that first. agree on $100k and maybe we’ll think about giving her back” in the back was you screaming and crying which made leon think the worse

“i’ll give you all the money in my safe which is her college fund — about $300k…. please let me speak to her”

“ah! $300k for college? must be a good school….. deal — meet us at that abandoned warehouse by outside the city, you can’t miss it … take all the time you need”

“wait! let me talk—“ and they hung up… the last sound he heard was you yelling ‘Daddy help me!!’ he placed his phone down before punching the counter and silently thinking to himself what he was going to do…. he wanted to bust in there and shoot them all but they could kill you the moment he shot someone — or he could give your collage fund away and just start from scratch again

after a long time of thinking he finally left and made his way to the warehouse with a full duffel bag. he walked up to the doors and kicked them open with the bag and gun in hand

“see this is how we’re gonna do this now” he said, scanning the room for you and seeing you tied up in the middle of two men, almost everyone had their guns drawn to him after he made a surprise entrance “we’re gonna do this nice and smoothly, you give her to me and i give you the money at the same time, got it?”

everyone stood there for a few seconds and looked at each other like they were debating it before the leader finally agreed

“okay, seems fair….” he said before grabbing you and walking closer to leon

“untie her first…. the bag isn’t tied so she shouldn’t be either”

the leader stood there for a second before he finally untied you and then pushed you to leon, after you were close to leon he threw the bag at the man’s feet

“dad…!” you said, your voice almost gone from screaming and crying almost all day, he picked you and and slowly backed out of the warehouse as everyone gathered around to look at the bag

“shhh…. don’t worry it’s okay i gotcha” he said as he carried you to the car and grabbed a remote form the dashboard after you were all buckled in and secured

“wait a second…. this isn’t all money, its—“

BOOM! an explosion happened as leon pressed the button on the remote — after he went to see if he killed all of them he closed the doors slowly, got into the car with you and started to drive away

“what did you do?!” you asked as he drove away, you looked out the window to see the warehouse was starting to catch on fire and more explosions started happening from the chemicals and whatever the fuck they had in there

“gave them a nice surprise — are you okay?” he asked you with a straight face almost like he didn’t just kill 15 people

“well, aside from being kidnapped, being beaten up and stuff — i’m alive” you said in a joking tone thinking it was funny but he didn’t laugh

“they beat you up?” he asked in a worried tone, he’s still so shocked how you could joke about something like this but you’ve always been this way, even after the last time you almost died being dragged into one of his missions on accident

“yeah, but i’m good! i am your daughter after all! also did you really give them my college fund?” you asked all seriously

“i had to put some on the top of the bombs to make it look like i gave them money — sorry hun…”

“you should have given them all of it! i don’t wanna go to college!”

now he was shocked — flabbergasted may i say “you don’t wanna go to college anymore?”

“hell no! i changed my mind. i could just join the BSAA or something” you said the BSAA comment as a joke

“the BSAA? how about we just think about it first…”

“i’m gonna do it! i’m gonna do it!” you started laughing — so did he. you were always able to turn a dark situation into a bright funny one… he loved that about you

(damn this was long 🗿)

Chris R.

so chris is also a single father, your mother left a few months after you were born and this was hard on chris, not just because she left, because he was very busy and depressed at the time so dealing with his job, depression and fatherhood was horrible on him but he somehow managed to do it for 16 years.

one day you were home alone while chris was out getting groceries for the house and getting you something. you asked him so many times if he wanted you to come but he said no because he had a surprise for you and he didn’t want you to see it while he was getting it. so you were just home alone in your apartment waiting for him to come back.

you decided you wanted a snack from the cabinet and chris has always told you not to climb onto the counter to get something from the top shelf, he worried that you would fall and break something or even die from hitting your head on something, but you obviously don’t listen and do it anyway. you never believed him because you’ve never fallen when doing this

well today was the day he was going to be proven right — while you were getting your snack your cat had jumped on something which caused it to fall and break on the wood floor which then caused you to slip and fall and land right on your hand a weird way causing one of your fingers to break, you being a Redfield and immune to pain somehow you snapped it back into place and went to go clean up what your cat broke then you tended to you finger in the bathroom

you heard the front door open while you were doing your finger, you panicked and slammed the bathroom door with your injured hand and then

“OW FUCK! holy shit — what the hell, why did that hurt!?” came from the bathroom

chris placed all the bags down on the counter and went to the bathroom door, gently knocking on it to see what you were yelling about

“Y/N…? you okay in there? did something happen? can i come in?” he asked which made you stress tf out wondering if he was gonna come into the bathroom

“no! i’m okay! i’m good — never been better! i’ll come out in a second!” you said as you put a splint on your finger, you guys have a lot of splints because chris likes to break his fingers, dont know how but he does or that one time you broke your finger at work SOMEHOW 🗿 chris being suspicious but respectful believed what you said and went to out everything away

you sighed out of relief and fixed the splint so it wouldn’t move a lot while you’re doing something. after a few minutes of coming up with a lie on how you actually broke your finger you went out to the living room and sat down like nothing happened which chris didn’t buy

“sweetie can you come here….?” he said from the kitchen knowing something was up. you got up and went to him with a smile on your face and your hands behind your back

“yeah — what’s up?” you knew that he knew that you did something he said not to do — he’s just trying to figure it out

“why were you cursing in the bathroom? and you said ‘why did that hurt’ or something like that? what hurts?” he questioned, arms crossed, leaning hip on the counter and looking you dead in the eyes like he was staring into your soul or some

“so — what had happened was i….. was….. i was trying to uhhhh…..” you had a lie in your head all ready and everything — and you forgot it “so basically”

“the truth, Y/N”

“okay, so i broke my finger —“ you said holding up your hand with the splint on it. out of all the things he was expecting you to say…… this wasn’t it

“you what?! how the hell did you do that?!” he grabbed your hand to look at your finger. man’s was in papa bear mode now

“…uhh so i was a little hungry right? and i saw some chips on the top shelf so i climbed onto the counter but then—“ you snatched up your cat who just climbed onto the counter to see what was happening and held her out to your father “Willow over here broke something, that scared me and i fell off and broke my finger. so technically! it’s her fault” you said holding the cat out, the cat having not a single thought behind her eyes. cats head is empty right now….

chris laughed as he pet the cats head “so you did something even though i said not to?” you nodded and held Willow close to you, she purred and plopped her head onto your forearm.

“am i in trouble…?”

“no, but this teaches you not to climb on counters right? because what if you fell and hit your head? i wasnt here to help you” he said with concern on his face

“i know…. i’m staying far away from counters now” you joked before waddling over to the couch and placed willow down, chris laughed and he grabbed a small teddy bear from a bag he hid from your view

“looks like you don’t want this then, you have willow” he held the bear, it was the teddy bear you’ve been wanting for so long but you just never got it. you saw the bear and ran to snatch it from him almost ripping his arm off too…

“you got it?! thank you!” you said as you hugged him, you basically forgot you broke your finger

“you’re welcome — maybe it’ll help your broken finger”

“pshh! give it a few days and i’ll be fine!”

it’s scary how much like him you are but you are a Redfield after all…

Jake M.

jake is your older brother and he’s been watching over you since your mother died. you both lived in a medium sized house that was left by your mother and it was the house you both grew up in. jake was in the garage working on his bike since it needed some cleaning and mechanic work on it , he didn’t want you in there just because he wanted to save you from getting dirty or hurt or it somehow blowing up (that’s a joke lmao)

you were outside playing with your dog you rescued while he was on his mission with Sherry and he let you keep it since he knew the connection you both had but the dog hated him for some reason so they don’t have the best relationship. you were walking to get the stick the dog had dropped before getting water inside but you stepped into a hole in the ground which caused your ankle to crack abnormally loud, you started crying and holding your leg after you managed to get your ankle out, your dog ran out after he heard you crying and started whimpering along with you

“jake…. get jake for me…..” you told him and he ran to find your brother which didn’t take too long since Jake was getting mad at his bike for some reason. the dog started barking and running around by the door which confused jake

“what?” he asked, the dog went to go nudge jake in the direction of the door thinking the dog actually started to like him all of a dog so he got up and let the dog walk in front of him as he followed behind. the dog led him to you who was silently crying on the grass holding you leg. jake thought the worse and ran to see what happened

“hey! whoa, the fuck happened?!” he asked with obvious panic in his voice

“my ankle….” was all you were able to get out through your cries.

“did you break it, sprain it or do you not know?”

“i don’t know, it cracked really loud and it hurts so bad!”

he thought of what to do and realised he doesn’t have a car to drive you to a hospital so he picked you up and walked into the house, he placed you on your bed in your room and took a look at your ankle. he’s always been really good at telling the difference between a sprain and a broken bone somehow so he was able to figure it out

“you sprained your ankle… imma go to the store and get you some stuff for it” he said as he stood up, your dog was standing by the door worried as hell and whimpering, the moment jake stood up your dog jumped on the bed next to you and cuddled you to make you feel better.

jake thinking that the dog finally liked him now he went to pet him and that only caused the dog to growl at him

“oh so it’s still ‘fuck you’ i see….” he said all offended and you laughed at his reaction

“i don’t think he likes you, Jake”

“ya think?” he responded hella fast, which only made you laugh more. it made Jake happy to see you laugh so he let it slide even though he’s gonna have a conversation with the dog when he comes back

Albert W.

albert had adopted you when you were just a toddler, he found you in the middle of a burnt down house, your parents and siblings were all dead and you were the only survivor so he decided to make you his child, ever since adopting you he became softer, only around you though — god help anyone who sees his soft side….

albert has asked you a few times if you wanted to become like him power wise, and you’ve always said no because you don’t want power or strength since you don’t really plan on using it really… but this time he asked you got mad and kinda snapped at him…

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want to have the abilities i have? you’ll be able to be stronger and faster than any person ever! it’ll be a b—“

“dad please, stop asking me that same thing over and over again! i’ve said no every single time, i don’t want your powers so leave it alone!” you said in an angry tone, you didn’t even mean for it to come out like it did, you just were so fed up with him asking the same time every other week since you turned 17. after a few seconds of silence he finally spoke

“Y/N Wesker…. you are my daughter — i want what is best for you and this is the best thing for you, dear. i want you to be happy”

“you’re not even my real dad! you don’t know what’s best for me, if you did you wouldn’t keep trying to convince me to become like you! if you want me to be happy stop asking that stupid freaking question! god!” and with that you stomped out the room to go to yours and he kinda just stood there you just said that to him…. ‘you’re not even my real dad’ hurt him a lot and he never thought he’d be able to be hurt like that ever, he thought of you as his blood and he thought you thought the same of him

once you got to your room to calm down you sighed and looked out the window

“i can’t believe you just said that…. you idiot” you said to yourself in the reflection of the window you felt really bad that you said that to him the way that you said that and the reason you said that. yeah the question was annoying but you hurting his feelings wasn’t right

after you were done crying because of what you just said to your father you went to go look for him in the mansion, tears were still in your eyes because you thought he hated you now and didn’t wanna see you anymore, you saw light in his office and you decided to knock on the door before entering

“come in….” he said calmly before you opened the door slowly and sniffled a bit while looking down. he turned to look at you

“i…im sorry for what i said — i didn’t mean it, i think you are my real dad it’s just came out of nowhere and—“ you were cut off by him hugging you tightly which only made you cry more

“no my dear — i am sorry…. i’m the one who has pushed you over the edge to say something so hurtful…. this should be a lesson for the both of us, think before we speak and don’t push each other”

you both silently agreed as you hugged for a few more seconds then let go of each other. after you stopped crying you both continued on with the night just being around each other and doing stuff.

never tell anyone he was actually nice, he’d put you up for adoption

Karl H.

karl had adopted you when you were a few months old so you’ve always thought he was your father and that your mother just left…. because that’s what he’s told you all your life… he didn’t want you knowing you were adopted because deep down he felt you were his biological daughter and you finding out 20 years later that your adopted would be hard as hell on you so he just lied

one day you were home alone while karl was at a family meeting with the lords and you saw his notebook was open in his room. you knew you shouldn’t look at it but you did anyway. you read the most recent pages where Karl was talking about you and how you were adopted, where he found you and asking himself if he should tell you. you were obviously shocked finding out that you weren’t actually biologically his and that your family left you in the middle of the village to freeze to death

after reading the last few pages you heard him open the front door, sounding happy as ever

“sweets! i’m home!” he called out for you, placing his hammer down. you got up and walked out the room, notebook in hand. you stood feet away from him with tears in your eyes

“sweets…? what’s wrong….?” he said his tone a bit sadder after he saw the notebook in your hand. you threw the notebook at his feet and started crying even more after that question

“you know exactly what’s wrong! i’m adopted?!” you asked, he tried to move closer to you hands out trying to calm you down, but you moved away from him

“no! get away from me and leave me alone for a bit…. i need to talk to Aunt Alcina because what the fuck, 20 years?! 20 fucking years you kept this from me?!” you cried as you left the house, he didn’t even try to stop you because he thought you hated his guts now. he knew you were going to find out one day weather it be Alcinas or dukes big mouths telling you or like this, he kinda just stood there staring at the book you had thrown at him and sighed

you were crying the entire way to the castle and eventually ran into Alcina who was concerned as to why you were crying, she cared about you a lot, more than she did Karl. you went to her whenever you had a problem of any kind and this was a big problem

“Y/N honey? why are you crying? did something happen?” she asked as she guided you to her room and sat you down on her massive mattress right next to her, Daniela and Cassandra were in the room as well because they sensed you were crying

“i’m adopted….. I read his notebook where he was talking about it and it said he adopted me” you told her, crying even more and going to hug Daniela as you did. Alcina rubbed your back as you cried and she sighed

“i know…. we all knew — he didn’t want to tell you because he knew how much it would hurt you. i was going to tell you for years but i couldn’t find it in my heart to hurt you so i kept my mouth shut” she started… “but you have to know that he didn’t tell you for this long because he didn’t want you to hate him — as much as i hate my little brother i have to give him credit for this. you are his daughter and he and your father… blood or not my dear, that man won’t shut up about you…. you are the best thing that’s ever happened to him i’ve never seen him happier”

you started to slowly calm down as she spoke, she’s right — your parents left you to die when you were a few months old, and he was the only one who actually took care of you — he didn’t have to but he wanted too and now you felt bad for yelling at him. after you were calm you got up and went back to your home where you last saw Karl, once you opened the door you saw him sitting on the couch holding the notebook

“dad! i’m sorry!” you said, standing there scared he didn’t wanna see you after you walked out on him, he turned back to see you and his expression changed from whatever the hell it was before to sadness, he stood up and walked over to you gently grabbing your hand and looking you in the eye, you couldn’t look at him you felt so bad

“no i’m sorry — i never should have lied to you your entire life i…. i just…. i just didnt want to lose the only person i actually genuinely care about — you are my world and i would give up everything and then some just for you….” he said, he meant every word he said , like Alcina said you’re his daughter and he is your father, blood doesn’t mean shit it’s who you consider as family in your life “do you still hate me…?” he asked almost in a mumble

“hate you? no! i could never hate you! i would never hate you even if you broke my legs — you’re my best friend for life and nothing is gonna change that” you hugged him and cried after that, part of you felt so bad for yelling at him like that earlier

after you both had a long talk about everything you had dinner and put everything that happened that day behind you and stayed happy with your dad — he’s glad you don’t hate him, he has no idea how he could live without you

look at me go! two writings in a week 💃🏾🕺🏽💃🏾🕺🏽 i rushed Heisenbergs because i’m very tired 🗿

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 1 year

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[CN] Victor’s 2023 Birthday ASMR Transcript - (Entanglement)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for an ASMR, 牵缠, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

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What? Why do I see you tattling on someone as soon as I get back?

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[sound of door opening + footsteps + Pudding purrs adorably]

Don’t push your claws on the cat teaser.

Come on.

Let’s go see the dummy who gave you the cold shoulder.

[puts down the bag + sound of footsteps + Pudding’s indignant purring in the background]

What are you staring at on your phone?

[MC gets a scare + sound of her phone slipping from hand]

I gave you a scare on purpose?

[chuckles]

I’m not as childish as a certain dummy.

You’re the one who was staring at the screen with earphones on,

and didn’t hear me coming back.

[chuckles softly]

You’re gonna put it away?

This “just this once” promise of yours–

I’ve already heard it a hundred times.

[Pudding purrs + sound of footsteps]

Replaying the latest fashion accessories exhibit?

Do you like this brand?

[laughs almost inaudibly]

Which one do you fancy?

The silver chain embellished with tassels and clear crystals?

Indeed.

It looks like the perfect fit for a certain someone.

[sound of opening a drawer + footsteps + rustling sounds]

You were busy because of the business trip earlier,

and forgot about the time of the first public issue?

[chuckles]

No wonder your face looks regretful.

In any case, you can wait for the second batch to be restocked?

You are very good at consoling yourself.

Unfortunately, your words do not match up with your thoughts.

You still haven’t mastered concealing your emotions.

See for yourself in the mirror.

[rustling noise + sound of picking something up]

Someone’s thoughts are already written all over her face.

[rustling noise]

Burying your head lower when you can’t say anything?

Turns out that you are not only a dummy,

but also an ostrich.

[sound of rummaging through something made of metal + chuckles softly]

Mm, what are you holding your head for?

Lift your head.

Take a look at this for yourself.

[rustling noise]

It’s for you.

Didn’t you say on the phone that the result of your business trip was pretty good?

And asked if I had any rewards for you?

Open it and have a look.

[sound of unwrapping + Victor chuckles softly]

Your eyes have gone wide.

Still not gonna admit that your emotions are written across your whole face?

What are you so surprised for?

You were looking at this for several nights before you went on your business trip.

It wasn’t all that difficult to guess your thoughts.

[anklet ringing + rustling noise]

A little long?

Who says it must be worn on the wrist?

Give it to me.

Lift your foot.

Place it on my lap.

[VICTOR BREATHES]

Just like that.

Lift the hem of your skirt a little bit.

[rustling noise + anklet ringing + delectable Victor breaths]

Of course, it can be used like this.

It now belongs to you.

As for how to use it–

it’s the owner’s freedom to do as she pleases.

Mm, since looping it three times around the wrist is too tight,

and two loops will cause it to dangle,

then we can twine it around your ankle.

[anklet ringing + delectable Victor breaths]

As soon as I saw it,

I thought it’d be more fitting to tie it here.

[increasing rustling noise]

Stop messing around.

Bear with it even if it tickles.

It has a very delicate chain clasp.

If you move around so much, it will be hard for me to clasp it.

[chuckles softly + more ringing noise]

There’s no need to be so stiff. Relax.

A little bit tighter?

Okay.

Your comfort is the most important thing.

Done.

Get up and take a look.

[MC gets up and hops around]

Mm.

It’s nice,

just as I imagined it would be.

It’s nothing.

I think you also have a couple pairs of earrings in the same color.

It can be paired up with them.

[Pudding interrupts with adorable purring + sound of footsteps + Victor chuckles softly]

Pudding is drawn to your feet again.

[Pudding releases a clingier purr + rustling noise + constant ringing noise]

You played with it all afternoon before I came back.

Why is it still being so clingy?

A certain someone was away for almost a week a couple of days ago.

And so, it’s normal to want to be closer to you?

Yes, of course, it is.

[footsteps + VICTOR BREATHES]

It’d be better if it could be tightened a little more?

[sighs]

Come over here.

[rustling noise + the ringing noise gets heavier]

This time, you’re actually very conscious of the action.

How is it now?

A little higher up will be better?

[muffled, helpless laugh]

What’s there to be tired about this?

The gift should, of course, be adjusted to the state that best suits your heart’s feelings.

These sorts of things–

I don’t mind doing them for you.

Is it comfortable now?

[intense rustling noise + MC KISSES VICTOR + VICTOR HEAVY BREATH x1]

Sure enough, it’s the dummy’s style of saying thank you.

But you could show a little more sincerity.

Lift your head.

[chuckles softly]

You closed your eyes very fast.

[Pudding purrs in the background + the increasing ringing noise + VICTOR KISSES MC + HEAVY BREATHING + KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS… I lost count]

Is it enough?

[insatiable husky laugh]

No, it’s not enough.

It’s only been a little while.

[KISS + his sulking goes on to the next level]

Even Pudding could occupy the time of your entire afternoon,

and not to mention your “sincere” conveying of thanks.

[more ringing + rustling noise + KISS KISS KISS… + laugh]

Shouldn’t it be as long until the other party is satisfied?

Mm.

This is the style of the capitalists.

[Pudding knocks something over + Victor’s insatiable laugh mixed with a sigh + gives no damn and they continue to kiss => VICTOR’S EXTREMELY HEAVY BREATHING + KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS… I lost count again]

Pudding?

There is no need to pay attention to it for now.

Whatever it is that it has knocked over,

we will have time to tidy it up tomorrow.

[more rustling + anklet ringing noise + VICTOR’S INTENSE HEAVY BREATHING + KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS… I lost count once more]

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#HOLY HEAVENS HELLO HI BYE VICTOR’S ASMRS JUST KEEP GETTING 💥 & 💥⬆️#*screams into pillow*#poor Pudding lmao having to compete with the sulking big cat akskdjskab 💦🔥#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations #Youtube

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moldy-mold · 11 months

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Hey, long time no update! We’re almost halfway through the year and I’m only just recovering from February. :’)

I got into two car accidents (no one was hurt) back-to-back in February where I was not at fault for either, and sadly, one was a hit-and-run. Due to just… tons of issues with insurance, I am finally getting my car fixed. It was a struggle, but now we can have a happy ending!

We formed a hiking group in the spring when the weather was nice. I won’t lie, it was a really great decision. We’ve been trying to go to a new place each month to see the sights.

So random, but my mom back in FL found a pigeon chilling in the garage, so she picked him up and took care of him. His name is Jorge. Birds are my true love so I am very excited to meet him!

Work is fine and more stable now, compared to 2021 when the struggle was real. I have more freelance work on top of office work that I am kept busy 24-7. It’s been tough trying to draw fanart at home when you’re already drawing at work haha. Last month, I went a little too hard and injured my wrist and had to keep it in a brace for a few weeks. I still have to be careful, even now.

In other news, my roommate of 10 years is finally moving out to discover her life’s calling. It is a bittersweet feeling, kind of like a breakup haha. As a creature of habit, I had resisted the change. It took some time, but I’ve come to accept it. Money is still kind of an issue though (a single person apartment? in this economy?), so I’ve been trying to find a new roommate! With NO LUCK! :)

On a whim, I finally started Xenoblade 3 in April after my 31st birthday. My brother had gifted it to me for xmas, but I didn’t want to open the black hole (or “The Hole” as my friends lovingly call it) until I had drawn all that I wanted to draw for YGO. To be honest, I didn’t end up drawing all my ideas but I hit a road block in my creative drive. Well now I’m in the hole AND I have to find time to draw stuff! I have this dilemma every single day.

My friend and I booked tickets to see our friends in Mexico this October! I haven’t been abroad for 15 years, so I’ll have the pleasure of going to the beautiful city of Monterrey as my first international trip without my parents. I’m so ready…! Let me out…! *rattles the cage*

The Plant Saga

I took this photo a few months ago when the sun was finally coming out and my plants were in bloom again. I was afraid Lorenz (miniature rose) was going to die because he had spider mites… every single year. I managed to fend them off and now he’s doing quite well!

I’m most proud of my handling of MOMO (moth orchid) who is blooming again! I heard it was challenging to get orchids to rebloom, but I honestly didn’t have to do anything?

Other plants include: Zeon (taro) and Gimli (mint) and Shouyo (hens and chicks succulent) with the weird antennae.

The weather in GA has been really temperamental, and it hasn’t been as warm in May as it was last year, so some of my tubers haven’t regrown yet. Guess I’ll take more pictures in the late summer!

#diary

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luvsellie · 2 years

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SOMETHING FAMILIAR [e. williams]

pairing ellie x fem!reader

summary after the death of your beloved father, joel, everything in your life seemed to be headed downhill, including your mental health. noticing your absence, ellie finally confronts you about your dismissive behavior

warnings n/a

wc 1.0k

note hurt/comfort is one of my fav tropes 😫 take this as an au where the reader is joel's daughter & had to watch him d*e instead of ellie

you were so tired. exhaustion was your best friend at this point. it imprinted itself into your skin, ruining your appetite and darkening the bags under your eyes.

with the little sleep that you managed to get, nightmares haunted your dreams. the mortifying moment of your father getting beat to death with a golf club was branded into your mind. you didn’t think that it would ever leave, that the scars would be there forever.

so, you distracted yourself. worked your body down to complete exhaust so that the dreams disappeared and the only thing you had time for was picking vegetables, going on patrol, and sleeping.

“those can go over there,” mr. hawthorne, a well-known face around jackson, advised. he pointed toward the overflowing crate of cauliflower that had already been plucked from its roots before turning back to his clipboard and walking away.

you set the box of turnips down next to the white vegetables, wiping the cold sweat from your brow with the back of a gloved hand. it was nearly spring, but winter seemed to be holding on a little longer this year.

returning to the other crates of turnips, you picked up one at a time and transferred it over to the shed. your arms burned with each haul, but after so long, it turned into a dull ache.

the cold wind was nice, and you liked the ambiance of being outside, focusing solely on your work. but the peace was disturbed when someone shouted your name from outside the wicket fence of the garden.

“hey!” the voice said, followed by the opening of the front gate. “i checked you out. you’ve been here since dawn, babe.”

setting another crate down, you looked over your shoulder, finding ellie approaching you with the final box of turnips. “oh.”

she dropped it next to yours. “yeah. hawthorne said he’d let you off hours ago.”

“i wasn’t finished, so i decided to stay a little longer,” you told her, tugging off your gloves and tossing them on a workbench. “i didn’t mean to stay this late.”

ellie’s eyebrows rose skeptically as she dusted off her hands. “you’ve used that same excuse for the past two weeks.”

you frowned. “i have not.”

“yes, you have,” she said, following you back to the gate she had used to enter. when you stayed quiet and only kept walking, she added, “you’ve also been avoiding me.”

that got you to pause. “no, i haven’t, ellie. i’ve been busy.”

“doing what? working yourself down to the bone? not making time for anything other than hauling crates of vegetables?” she snapped at you, her face drawn into a scowl. “you don’t eat at all and you’re never at home. fuck, i don’t even see you anymore.”

wetting your lips you said, “we’re not having this discussion here,” and attempted to walk away, to continue down the street.

“like hell we aren’t.” ellie grabbed your arm, her cold fingers wrapping around your elbow and jerking you to a harsh stop. when she noticed your wide eyes, she blinked, taken back by her own actions. releasing you, she took a step back, clearing her throat. “i’m…sorry. i don’t know where that came from.”

you only nodded and turned to continue down the barren street, willing yourself not to get choked up and cry over, well, you didn’t even know what.

“talk to me,” ellie begged. “tell me what’s wrong. please.”

your girlfriend had a good idea about what was bothering you, but she really didn’t want to be the one to bring it up. she was worried that if she did, then things would begin to unravel at an alarming rate.

sighing through your nose, you paused, fisting your hands and looking at her. you could feel the tears starting to prick your eyes. “i’m so fucking tired, ellie. i don’t eat. hell, i don’t even sleep without hearing the screams of my dad. all i can do is work myself down and try to forget that his killers still walk free without facing any type of consequences.”

you were crying now, but not a single part of you cared. the only thing you wanted to do was scream and sob and talk to your father again. raising a hand, you wiped your cheeks with the back of your palm.

ellie stood across from you with pity. she was unsure about whether or not you’d accept a hug, or even the stroke of her thumb against your face if she pulled her shit together and told you it was alright. she missed joel just as much as you did, but the universe had saved her the burden of watching him die.

“i’m sorry,” you sobbed suddenly, shaking your head in disbelief at the rant you had let spill out. “forget i ever said anything-”

ellie embraced you before anything else could leave your mouth. “it’s okay,” she said, her strong arms folded around your shoulders. “it’s okay.”

her words caused more tears to wet the sides of your face. hugging her back, you pressed your face into the side of her neck, letting her hold you. she smelled like leather and patchouli. it was calming. familiar. something that you desperately needed right now.

holding the back of your head, ellie squeezed you tighter, relishing the moment of contact with you. “i hope you know how much i love you,” she said, pulling back just enough so she could meet your eyes. “i am proud of you, even if you think you have done nothing but simply survive the past few weeks.”

at her praise, you felt more tears spill over. ellie touched her forehead to yours, her thumb stroking the skin just below the corner of your jaw.

after a solid few seconds of you registering everything and finding a medium again, you managed to whisper, “can we go home?”

“whatever you want,” ellie nodded, her nose brushing up against yours. she let out a long sigh as she took a half step back, her left hand trailing down your arm until it reached your fingers. as she laced them together, squeezing your palm in hers, she said, “let’s get you home.”

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otiksimr · 1 year

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Uh hi! I wanted to say that I really love your designs. I’ve been burnt out for a long time and I haven’t drawn anything but I feel like looking at your art is building up the inspiration!

I have some questions, if that’s alright-

(The basic cliche question) What art program do you use and what brushes??

What shapes do you use most in basic sketches?

What inspired the designs for the WOF dragons??

Any tips on shading and colouring the scales?

I know it’s a lot, but you are an amazing artist and I look up to you- your art is so amazing and beautiful. Thanks and have a nice day!

I'm glad you like my art! answers to questions below cut

I use Clip Studio Paint Ex, for my brushes I mainly use these two:

But I do make use the basic airbrush tool too, usually for coloring and shading.

I use a lot of triangles and squares/rectangles when drawing in general, I rarely use any circles.

For my WOF designs I usually use an animal for reference. If a character's name is that of an animal, I'll use that animal for their design. For others I try and finding an animal that I think fits their personality and such. I do derive some of my designs by their character description, but I don't do it often.

As for the last question, I don't really have a 'set' way to draw scales. For the most part I draw in the scales when I'm sketching/lining and my coloring depends on the scale detail that I draw. For the most part I use a bunch of gradients and airbrushes, then go in with another brush to start rendering.

When I start rendering I typically split one line of scales into two parts, from this point I'm going to decide which part is going to be shaded and which part is going to have light reflected onto it.

using actual lines here just to better represent it. I use a crap ton of gradients because I color pick from the image in order to render. But I will go into the color wheel and pick new colors if I want something to be darker/more saturated. I don't tend to use actual multiply layers if I'm just doing a basic drawing. But for the purposes of answers the question I will go and show I shade.

I don't have a good way of describing my process. It's a lot like my rendering. I follow the flow and curvature of the scales/the lineart and cut out parts if I believe there's too much shadow there.

I'd then go and lower the opacity. Obviously. I don't have a set opacity that I go to. For the most part I go and mess around with it until it looks nice. And then we go into the final step. Coloring the shadows.

When it comes to coloring the shadows, I'll use a color close to the color of the scales. So in this case a green. I'd go back to the airbrush and start coloring the sides, mainly so it'll start blending into the base color. After that I try and lightening up the shadow, usually using a brighter color, I tend to find myself using a lot of blues and purples. When I'm done with that, I'd go into a soft eraser to soften the hard edges of the shadows.

That's pretty much it. If you made it down this far. Thank you for liking my content :)

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So Long Version 2 Chapter 10

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A/N: The moment we've been waiting for! I hope everyone is as happy with this ending as I am. Thanks to everyone who has read and supported this story. It's been a lot of work, but the end result is something I am proud of. They say to write the story you want to read, and I'm definitely looking forward to reading this all the way through now that it's finally finished. I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it as much as I do! Let me know what you think!

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Ages 24 and 25 August 2004

“That’s… You… I’m…” Dean trailed off, unable to complete a thought. His eyes kept darting back and forth between my eyes and his name. He took a deep, calming breath. “Really?” He questioned like he couldn’t quite believe it. Like he thought he read it wrong or I’d drawn his name on myself in sharpie or something.

I dropped my shirt and shrugged, not entirely sure how to interpret his reaction. Was showing him a mistake after all?

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked.

“What, you mean like ‘Hey, Dean. As you know, I turned 16 today, and guess who’s name showed up? Yours! I hope that’s not weird since you turned 16 over a year ago and haven’t said anything to me, so even though you’re my soulmate, I must not be yours?’”

“What? You think-” Dean sat on the bed and began unlacing his left boot. I watched, confused.

“What are you doing?” I asked him. He yanked his boot off, pushed his sock down and pulled the leg of his jeans up a little.

“You thought this was one sided?” He asked incredulously. He lifted his foot onto the bed, showing me his ankle.

My breath caught when I saw my name there. This was real, then. I really did belong to him the way he belonged to me. He didn’t have a different soulmate and my gut feeling that we were meant to be together was right, not just the product of longing for someone I could never have.

“You really thought that there was a possibility I could ever have anyone other than you as my soulmate?”

“Well, to be honest I kind of assumed you knew. Maybe not about the soulmate part,” I clarified when he scoffed and raised his eyebrows. “But at least how much I like you.”

He was still staring at me with a mixture of shock and exasperation, so I nervously barreled on.

“I mean, it seems like everywhere we go people immediately pick up on it. And I tried to hide it, but apparently I haven’t done a very good job. So I figured you must know and were just being nice enough not to say anything about it. Besides, you never looked twice at me. What was I supposed to think?”

“Are you kidding? You’re the only one I ever looked at.”

“Tell that to all the girls you’ve been with,” I countered. “And look, I realize we weren’t together so you had the right to be with anyone you wanted. But don’t tell me you only had eyes for me.”

“It’s true,” he argued. I scoffed and he clenched his jaw. “The only reason I ever paid any attention to any of them is because I didn’t think I could have you, the one person I really wanted. And I seem to recall you going on a few dates yourself,” he answered.

“You might also remember that I only went on dates when friends set me up. I usually wasn’t thrilled about it and it never went past the first date. And that’s not even the point.”

“Then what is?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “You knew for a year and a half longer than I did. Why didn’t you say something?” Dean sighed.

“You know, when we were growing up, everywhere we went people knew how I felt about you. At every school the guys would tell me how whipped I was and the girls were always asking if we were dating. It shocked me how I was apparently so obvious and yet you could still be so clueless about it. I mean, you know me better than anyone. How could you of all people not see it? Even now you look surprised to hear it.”

I realized that while I was listening to Dean talk, my eyebrows had wrinkled together.

“Yeah, well. You were protective I guess. But that’s just who you are. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I know you think so,” Dean said. “But everyone else saw it for what it really meant.”

“This doesn’t really answer why-”

“Because,” he interrupted. “I’ve always known I’m not good enough for you, and I didn’t want you to feel obligated to be with me because of the soulmate thing. And when you turned 16 and never said anything to me… I figured you just weren’t interested.”

“Wow,” I said. “I don’t even know where to start. Uh…” I said, sorting through all the things I wanted to say to pick the most important. “Ok. So what you’re telling me is you knew we were soulmates the whole time?”

“Yeah. Do you know how rare it is for soulmates not to match up? Honestly, I kind of think it’s impossible. I think when that happens it’s just people falling in love with someone with the right name, but it’s the wrong person. It never even crossed my mind that your soulmate could be someone else,” he said.

“Then why did you seem so shocked when you saw my tattoo?” I asked pointedly.

“Oh, right,” Dean said, reminded of how this whole conversation had started. He grabbed the discarded med kit and gestured for me to lift my shirt.

“Dean.” I wasn’t in the mood for him to try avoiding things. We needed to talk about this.

“I’m not ignoring you. I really need to get you fixed up.” I looked at him doubtfully. “I am capable of talking at the same time,” he said.

I looked at him for a few more seconds, weighing the honesty behind the words. I decided he was just as eager to have this discussion as I was. I walked over to stand beside where he was sitting on the bed and lifted my shirt for him.

“So?” I asked. “Why did you seem surprised?”

Dean gently rubbed his thumb over the letters of his name, his eyes soft and a small smile on his lips. I shivered at the contact. Then he got to work on cleaning and stitching my side.

“I wasn’t surprised, exactly,” he told me as he worked. “Although I suppose it was a bit of a shock, seeing it for the first time. Knowing in your mind that something must be true and actually seeing it are two different things.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I agreed, wincing at the first poke of the needle. At least this conversation was as good of a distraction as I could ask for.

“And I just figured if we’ve gone this long without ever seeing or talking about our tattoos, you letting me see it now must mean something.”

“It’s kind of hard to hide it right now,” I pointed out.

“You could’ve kept it hidden if you wanted to. It really wouldn’t have been difficult. Which is why I knew you wanted me to see it. And I know you well enough to know you wouldn’t want me to see it if you weren’t interested.”

I asked my next question. “You honestly thought I wasn’t interested in you?”

“After you turned 16 you never treated me any different,” he shrugged. “I figured there must be a reason for that.”

“There was,” I told him through gritted teeth. I really hated getting stitches. “It was because I was already so in love with you that finding out you were my soulmate didn’t really change things for me.”

He paused his work and looked up at me.

“You’re serious,” he said. “Really? That long?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” I smiled.

He looked away and continued stitching. He was almost done now.

“Why show me now?” He asked.

“Honestly? I was still nervous about it. If I was right about you having a different soulmate, I didn’t want things to be weird between us,” I told him.

“What changed your mind all of a sudden then?”

“What you said. About why you kissed me. It sounded so much like what I would have said if the situations were reversed that for the first time I let myself really consider the possibility that I was your soulmate too.”

I reached out with my right hand and threaded my fingers through his hair. I loved the feel of it. I loved how soft it was and that I was able to touch him like this.

“I don’t know when it happened. I don’t even know when I realized it. I just know I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t in love with you,” I told him. It felt kind of weird to admit it out loud, but also really nice. There was no point in hiding it now anyway. Might as well get it all out.

Dean finished with my side and I dropped my shirt as he stood up, forcing my other hand to fall from his hair. He was a full head taller than me and we were standing so close that I had to crane my neck to look at him.

“I guess that’s a good thing,” he said, putting a hand on my cheek. “It makes me feel better about the fact that I can’t remember ever not being in love with you.” Then he leaned down and kissed me.

This time I was a lot more prepared. This time I wasn’t so overwhelmed that I couldn’t even enjoy it. This time I felt everything. I felt how soft his lips were. I felt the way they moved with mine. I felt when his hand moved from my cheek to my neck and his other hand found its way to my back. I felt it when he leaned a little closer and deepened the kiss.

I lifted my arms up to wrap around his neck and winced at the slight pain it caused in my left side. I was fully prepared to ignore it, too caught up in the whole experience to care, but Dean noticed and immediately started to pull away.

“It’s fine,” I told him. I used my hands around his neck to keep him close and try to reconnect our lips.

“Jenna,” he warned gently. Our foreheads were pressed together and I could feel his warm breath brush over my face. “If you want me to keep kissing you, you’re going to have to keep that arm down.”

I just tried to catch his lips again.

“I’m serious,” he said. “You being in pain is a pretty big turn off.”

“You worry too much,” I huffed. But I obediently and dramatically removed my left arm from his neck. “Happy?”

“Smartass,” he said fondly. He slowly leaned in again. Very slowly. My heart raced in anticipation. Just before his lips touched mine, he pulled back.

“Dean,” I whined. He smiled and finally kissed me.

He moved the hand that had been around my neck to join the other at my back. I moved my left arm to his bicep, loving the strength I could feel there. We found a rhythm quickly, our mouths moving in sync. It was so easy to lose myself in him. In his kiss, in his touch, in the warmth of his body. I would gladly stay here forever.

The kiss was starting to get a little more heated, tongues brushing and Dean lightly nipping at my lower lip once, when his phone rang. He pulled back just the slightest bit, our lips nearly touching. He hesitated for a second, deciding whether or not to answer the phone I guessed. He gave me one last, quick kiss before letting go of me and pulling his phone out of his pocket. He flipped it open and briefly glanced at the screen before answering.

“Hey, Bobby,” he greeted.

Disappointed about the interruption and slightly out of breath, I sat on the bed, leaning against the wall and listening to Dean’s side of the conversation. He filled Bobby in on everything that had happened. Well. Not everything. But everything regarding finishing the case.

“Alright, Bobby. Yeah, we’ll stop by next time we’re headed your way,” Dean said before hanging up the phone. He sat beside me on the bed. “Well that was good timing,” he grumbled.

“You didn’t have to answer it,” I pointed out. I decided it was probably a good thing we’d been interrupted anyway. We still had a lot to talk about.

“What if someone was dying?” He asked, half joking, half serious.

“Then they should have called an ambulance. You’re not exactly a doctor,” I said.

“Hey, I managed to stitch you up just fine.”

“That wasn’t life or death. You’re good for patching up, but you can’t do everything, Superman.”

“Next time I’ll just let it ring, then.” He held his arm up for me. I accepted the invitation and leaned into his side. His arm settled around me and I let out a content sigh.

“You know it’s been almost a decade since the last time we did this,” I said.

“Did what?” Dean was resting his chin on top of my head. My ear was pressed against his chest and I could feel its slight vibration when he spoke.

“Sat together like this.” I thought back to those days I’d been sick and how much I’d enjoyed being so close to him. Then I remembered what he said about that time during the dumb favorite memory game. “Did you mean what you said? At the hotel?” I turned my face up to look at him.

“Which part?” He asked, looking back at me. I gently elbowed him in the side. He knew what I was asking about.

“Ow!” He protested despite the fact that I definitely hadn’t hurt him. I gave him a look and he chuckled.

“I meant it. I think about it a lot. How good it felt to be able to hold you like that. Like this,” he said, briefly squeezing his arm tighter around me for emphasis. “How right it felt to have you in my arms. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Well,” he smiled mischievously, “it was. I’ve recently come to the conclusion that kissing you is even better.”

“I won’t disagree with that,” I grinned. My neck was getting tired from the angle I was turned at to see Dean, so I looked away and rested my head back against his chest. I reverted back to an old habit, absentmindedly twisting the bracelet on my wrist as I thought through everything.

“What are you thinking?” Dean asked.

“I’m having a hard time believing this is real. I’m kind of still wrapping my head around that first kiss. Not to mention everything else,” I admitted.

“You know, the way you froze up at the hotel when I kissed you… I thought I might have just made the biggest mistake of my life. I was worried you were pissed at me for crossing that line and that you might want to leave when we finished the hunt,” he told me.

“More like it happened so quickly and took me so much by surprise that my brain stopped working.”

“Freezing up isn’t really a quality you want in a hunting partner. Maybe I should ditch you,” he teased.

“Maybe you should,” I agreed. “But good luck explaining to Bobby how you left me in Idaho to fend for myself. With an injury.”

“Mm, good point. Guess that means I’m stuck with you.”

“Guess so,” I smiled.

We talked for a couple of hours. Up until our stomachs were grumbling and we couldn’t ignore the need for food anymore. We went out to eat and when we got back we curled up together again and stayed up well into the night, mostly talking, but trading a few kisses as well. When I fell asleep that night, I knew I could never be happier than I was at that moment. I finally had everything I’d ever wanted, and it was even better than I could have imagined.

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A couple days later we drove out to Bobby’s house. We decided to make a trip out there to see him like Dean had promised before we started looking for a new case. We wanted a few days off to just enjoy our new relationship before we got back into things and we only planned to stay at Bobby’s for the day.

We made it to his house just after noon. The old hunter was happy to see us of course. He hugged us both and then invited us in.

“I’m afraid I don’t have much around for food. I’ve been meaning to make a run to the store,” he said apologetically.

“No problem,” I said, holding up a grocery bag. “We came prepared.”

Bobby wasn’t exactly known for having a well stocked fridge. We knew it was possible he wouldn’t have much around, and we didn’t want to drop in without warning and just expect him to feed us.

“Of course you did. I guess I should expect that from you by now, shouldn’t I?” Bobby said to me.

“C’mon Bobby,” I teased as I headed for the kitchen. “You live in the midwest. You know you can’t just show up to someone’s house at meal time without bringing food.”

“Well, c’mon now,” Bobby said, shooing me out of the way. “You’re the guest and you brought the food. The least I can do is get it ready.”

He unpacked the buns, hamburger, sloppy joe sauce, macaroni salad, and potato chips we’d stopped to buy on our way into town. The three of us chatted while Bobby made the hamburger, just catching up on things since the last time we saw each other.

Over lunch Dean and I told Bobby about some of the more interesting cases we’d been on recently. Bobby told us about the research he was doing for another hunter and about how some guy named Rufus was harassing him to help him on a hunt.

We finished lunch and were heading out to the porch to enjoy some beers when Bobby’s phone rang.

“You two go on and I’ll join you when I’m done,” Bobby instructed.

Dean carried the cooler out and I opened the screen door for him. Bobby had left the main door open to let in some fresh air. It was a beautiful day. The temperature was sitting in the mid 60s, the sun was shining and there was nothing more than a light breeze occasionally drifting through the air.

Dean and I sat together on the rickety old porch swing, leaving the chair for Bobby. Dean put his arm around my shoulder and I leaned into his side, enjoying the weather and the gentle rocking of the swing.

“Do you remember the summer our dads dropped us off here for a month?” Dean asked after a couple minutes of peaceful quiet.

“Yeah. Sam was obsessed with magic and spent most of his time trying to learn new tricks,” I recalled. “And you basically spent the whole month elbows deep in whatever car you could get your hands on.”

“And you,” he said accusingly, “did not make it easy for me to concentrate.”

“What?” I asked, pulling away from his side so I could look at him. “What did I do?”

“Nothing in particular. You didn’t have to. It was just the way you would sit close by and watch me work while you sang along to the radio. Or I’d look up and see you sitting right here,” he said, patting the swing, “reading a book. It didn’t matter what you were doing. I just remember thinking how beautiful and distracting you were.”

I blushed a little at the words and wondered how long it would take for that to stop.

“And all I really wanted to do,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “Was this.”

He leaned in and caught my lips in a sweet kiss. I smiled into it.

“Well it’s about damn time,” Bobby drawled from the doorway. Dean and I jerked apart, startled by his sudden appearance. “A man could grow old and die waiting for you two idjits to get it together,” he said as he opened the screen door and stepped outside. His voice was as gruff as usual, but there was a twinkle in his eye and a small smile on his mouth.

“Wait, you knew?” I asked. My heart was still racing.

“‘Course I did. I don’t think there’s anybody that’s seen the two of you together and doesn’t know.”

I wanted to object, but then I thought back on all the times people had picked up on my feelings for Dean. And how he had apparently experienced the same thing.

“So I guess we were just the last ones to know,” Dean said a little frustratedly.

“Looks like it,” Bobby smiled. “Congratulations you two. I’m happy for you,” he said.

“Thanks Bobby,” I answered.

He reached into the cooler and pulled out three beers, popping the caps off and handing us each one.

“Here’s to the happy couple,” Bobby said, clinking his bottle against both of ours.

I smiled and took a sip along with the two men.

Here’s to a long and happy life with the man I’m lucky enough to call my soulmate, I thought.

Ages 24 and 25 October 18, 2004

“Do you remember the day we met?” Dean asked one afternoon. We were driving down an empty highway, two hours into a five hour trip.

“Of course,” I answered. I’d been 9 years old. Dean was 11. Dad and John were planning on finishing their hunt that day. They’d already had a little bit of trouble with the police and they wanted us in the same place so they could make a quick getaway when they were done if necessary. “Why do you ask?”

“I’ve just been thinking about it,” he shrugged. Then, after a second he smiled. “You were so nervous.”

“Yeah, well my dad had never just randomly dropped me off with strangers before. I wasn’t sure what was going on,” I defended.

“I remember seeing you just standing there all shy, staring at your feet. And I thought, ‘Who is this girl? Why is Dad leaving her with us? She’s just another person for me to have to protect if something finds us.’”

I felt a mix of pride and sorrow rush through me at this new piece of information. At the insight it gave into the man Dean was, and really, had always been. Even at such a young age, his first thought was about protecting others.

“But then we played a few rounds of slap jack and I realized how competitive you are. And I figured there must be more to you than the defenseless girl I thought you were.”

I laughed, remembering exactly how that had gone. Dean had started out going easy. I could tell he was trying to make me more comfortable, but I wasn’t having it. If I was going to win the game, it was going to be because I’d actually earned it. So when the next jack was laid down and Dean waited a second before going for it, I waited with him. The second I saw his hand start to move, not quite as fast as he could’ve, I moved too.

As I took the pile of cards I looked up into his wide eyes and smiled. “If you’re just going to let me win, don’t bother playing.”

“Then I saw how sweet you were with Sam,” Dean continued. “And I found out you knew about hunting which is something I could never talk about since Sam didn’t know yet. It was nice to have someone else around who knew.”

He was quiet for a minute, but I could tell he wasn’t done talking yet. I waited for him to sort his thoughts.

“I’ve been trying to figure out when I realized. And I think it was then. The day that I met you, I knew what you were to me,” he said. “Not consciously, of course. But there was a part of me that knew. It’s why I felt so protective of you so quickly. And why I was excited the next time we saw each other. Even though I barely knew you.”

I smiled at him, my heart feeling full enough to burst.

“I love you,” I told him.

“What?” He asked.

“I love you,” I repeated, amused at the surprise in his voice. Not at the words, but that that had been my reply.

“What makes you say that?”

“What makes you say any of the things you just did?” I answered.

“I don’t know. I was just thinking about it and I wanted you to know,” he said.

“And I just wanted you to know,” I said. “I spent a lot of time not able to say it. Now that I can… well. Why wouldn’t I?”

Dean glanced at me, eyes soft and smile bright. He held his arm out in invitation. I scooted to the middle seat and leaned into his side as he put his arm around my shoulder.

“Jenna,” he said. I turned my face in his direction and he leaned in for a short kiss. “I love you too.”

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i was tagged by the lovely @phantomhydeoftheopera! thank you fairy, i had a lot of fun thinking about these questions and trying to answer them well, as you can see by how long this post has gotten!! love yaaaaa

name/nicknames: on the internet I go by Eru, bc names are hard and this is in my handle everywhere anyway and i like it :)

fandoms: i’m currently mostly active in Guardian, DMBJ and Tolkien fandoms (and the occasional foray into the associated RPF and crossover tags on AO3), but I have also written before for the QZGS/TKA, Yin Yang Master (QYJ) and MDZS/CQL fandoms :)

two shots?: i haven’t written anything that worked in two chapters yet, if that is the question. I try to contain myself to one chapter unless the story warrants more, and if it does it has so far always been more than two.

most popular multi-chapter fic: that would be the one i wrote this year, a hand within a hand (holding light). the engagement with this fic really surprised me, bc i expected the outsider pov format and the fact that the stories are driven by and centrered around OCs to be really niche and only interesting to very few people, but i got consistently positive responses to it :)

actual worst part of writing: i don’t think there is any one part of writing that i think is the worst. every fic calls for different things and has different struggles. sometimes it’s getting started, sometimes it’s getting stuck in the middle, sometimes it’s the editing, sometimes the tagging, etc. it really depends.

how do you choose your titles: i have a folder on my phone that has pictures of poetry i come across on the internet with lines that would be good titles. when looking for one i often go through that before the final editing phase, and then fit the story around it (by adding lines or returning metaphors to integrate the title into the story if it doesn’t already fit perfectly).

otherwise i like to take my titles from returning themes in the story itself, which often develop as i write. for example when i wrote in tune i found myself constantly referencing shen wei’s power being in tune or in time or in sync with something else (his heartbeat, his breathing, the storm outside), so in tune became the title, because it also references Weilan’s love for each other, which is the core of the story.

occasionally i like to choose titles that reflect the core of the story in a more abstract way, like with Kaleidoscope (a rush of snapshots of Queer stories), and Spirometer (about breathing and/as the quantification/conceptualization of love).

do you outline?: when i do multi chapter (or 5+1 or another story format with different sections) i like to outline a little bit at least. just give myself some notes on what the chapter or section should cover for the whole to work. i do have stories that i have outlined extensively, but none of those have ever seen the light of day as of yet, i guess because it makes them too daunting.

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?: hah, picking up where i left off at the last question. one of those extensively plotted stories fits this question as well. I call it the Yin Yang Master Metaphorical Serpent Modern!AU (MSM!AU for short), which is basically a modern day adaptation of that movie, but centred around Killing Stone and the other shishen, working off the basic premise that the Serpent isn’t a real entity but is instead a metaphor Qingming (who in this AU is their therapist) sometimes uses to conceptualize his patients’ various mental health conditions. ...it’s a rough one. but if i could actually write it someday..... it would be the best thing i’ve ever written.

other than that: the MDZS murder mystery fic :( it’s mostly plotted but yeah... different fandoms have drawn me in since 2020....

callouts @ me: dare to write short stories without derailing them into long ones. also: sometimes a fic doesn’t have to be perfect or be a fully coherent thematic whole. not all fics need your typical “onset, catalyst, climactic catharsic scene, and extensive thematic polishing ending”-structure. sometimes you can just write a little bit about trope bc it’s fun, and it doesn’t have to mean shit.

best writing traits: i think i do really well at setting the mood for scenes, and developing themes and rounding them off. i’m very much a writer whose every choice of word and metaphor and descriptor tends to have a reason. if i mention a painting on a wall in scene 2, then you can be sure it will return somewhere, or i wouldn’t have mentioned it. i’m good at not leaving too many loose ends.

spicy tangential opinion: is “there is nothing inherently (or, god forbid, morally) wrong with writing or reading RPF” a spicy opinion? bc then that. the problem with RPF fandoms is that alongside the normal people, there are too many people in them who have trouble differentiating the relationships they read and write about from the real actual people they are based on, and then try to carry the attitude they put into the writing of RPF on into their real life interactions with other people.

that is bad, but there is nothing wrong with writing RPF itself, as long as you keep it within fandom circles, in a closed-off and easily filtered space (such as AO3), and are able to acknowledge the fact that the people you write in your stories are merely characters you have created and are not a reflection of reality. we are authors, not omniscient creator-gods. also, these people’s actual private life is none of our fucking business and they owe us nothing.

that became a bit of a rant, and this whole thing became quite long. sorry about that xD

tagging: @lucientelrunya @programmedradly @deathofsanity @shadaras @lunarriviera @sharkbeneaththelotus @omaenanimonoda @lynne-monstr @thedaughterofshadows @aredhel-of-doylkien @onmyo-jin if you want to :)

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a-little-bit-of-ravioli · 2 years

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26, 33, 37 for the ask game

26. Do you beta yourself?

I do! Not regularly anymore, I don’t have that one person or fic I beta for, but I used to, and I still do some betaing on occasion when asked. Generally, if you give me something and tell me, “Can you beta read this?” my focus will be on the flow of things. Whether the rhythm or structure of writing is steady, if anything sounds out of place with word choice or chosen formulation, or if anything needs some more room to breathe/is too drawn out. It’s what I’m good at spotting, and it’s what I will usually give the most feedback on in addition to the standard proofreading shenanigans.

33. How do you feel about crack?

I like crack! But I’m not the person to write it at all. And in general, I won’t prefer a crack fic over a serious fic, and I can get overloaded on it pretty quickly. Crack is great in small doses, for me.

37. Talk about your current wips!

Oh boy. Oh man. You unleashed the ramble. I’m gonna pick a few prominent ones, but this is still going under a read more.

Whistling on Deaf Ears (on Ao3): An experiment/study in changing up my writing style that stemmed from a discord conversation on the LU Main Discord, about Wild finding a dog whistle and using it so much Twilight’s ears get hurt, and ended up blowing up into my most read and followed work. I still haven’t really processed that. I wrote the first chapter as a study after having read Stand Not At My Grave by Glau. Its style of writing - present tense, short and snappy sentences, description that was both distinct but used no more words than necessary - intrigued me, since it was the antithesis of how I naturally write - which is past tense, long and flowy sentences, rambling description and introspection. I wanted to challenge myself to see if I could switch it up, since I was also feeling a little stale in my style, so I did… And after finishing the first chapter in record time, I loved it so much and had so much fun with it, I began to plan out the entire fic.

And that’s why I make Wild and Twi suffer so much.

Hues of Magic (on Ao3): My passion project series! I’m a huge sucker for visualized magic, and aura shenanigans, and pretty effects of aether and magical threads, so I jumped on our favourite magical boy Hyrule to put that into action! At least. That’s what it is now. It actually began not with that thought - but with the idea of Legend wearing a nonmagical ring, and Hyrule noticing. That’s the main thought that drove the idea, and it was also meant to be a quick and not too detailed oneshot I could just work on without thinking too much about it. A ‘one-and-done’ sort of thing, something I didn’t need to edit, just write. Hyrule’s ability to notice all the magic visually came in later, when I actually began writing from his perspective and realized instead of just making him know there was magic in it, I could elaborate on it to be more fantastical and neat.

And, well. Once I finished that, the drive to explore this more wasn’t gone. So I jumped on including the other boys - Twi’s crystal, Wars’ inherent magic… and I have so much more to come! It probably won’t be each of the boys on their own, but I do have plans for a big ‘finale’ sort of fic, where it all comes together!

The Royal Road (unposted): my next big longfic after I finish Whistle. I don’t want to talk too much about it, since it will give away some of the effects I want the first couple chapter to have, but, I’m having so much fun working on this! It’s the first time I am actively constructing a plot-driven fic in a longass time, if not THE first time I’m doing it properly. I talked about wanting to write a Mystery plot for ages, and this is going to come very close to that! It’ll also give me the chance to focus on characters like Time and Sky that have had nice side roles in my fics until now, but never quite gotten enough of the spotlight compared to how much I care them. And also some other characters outside the Chain I’m very excited about!! It will explore pretty heavy themes, but I have already planned out so many small details I’m just vibrating to bring to life. Can’t wait until I’m ready to begin posting it!

I have. So many more, but I’ll just mention those in passing, or I’ll write even longer an essay.

2nd Movement: a post-LU fic that reunites Legend and Hyrule, featuring Legend’s ability to time travel from OoA

The Meaning of Courage: the longfic I had actually planned to work on after finishing Deserving, but that got shoved down the line by the explosion that was Whistle, and then got overtaken by Royal Road. Warriors-centric, exploring how the army mindset would instill a wrong type of ‘Courage’ in someone, consequently leads to his Triforce slowly dimming, and how to get it back.

(untitled): Time is not just the Hero of Time, but also the Oracle of Ages in his era.

(untitled): Not every stalker Warriors has needs to be Cia, but the issues he got from her doing it sure stay the same. Oneshot that deals with that trauma, but it ends on some Warriors and Legend bonding.

This got so long and overwhelming hhhhh I hope you enjoyed the answer?? I ramble. A lot.

#fic writer ask #ask game #rav rambles

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alyjojo · 2 years

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Love Reading 🫶🏾- October 2022 - Taurus

Singles:

Overall energy: Page of Cups

How you will meet: Ace of Cups

How they will treat you: 5 Swords

Long-term Potential: 7 Cups

I’m going to guess this is someone you’ve turned down in the past, their ego is on 1000, and they’re hellbent and determined to “let you know” they have other options. Do they know Taurus energy or…? It’s not a sign that tends to care. Bye then. Leo/Scorpio cares a lot though and those are the signs showing up in abundance. So the whole interaction between you is Page of Cups & Ace of Cups. There’s some butterflies, and some attraction, maybe some sweet messages or a date. It’s small, it’s new, and then it’s nothing, probably because of you. For some reason you’re opting to not take this person seriously and they’re plotting “revenge” on you. They’re probably giving you a piece of their mind before exiting, maybe dating someone else just to hurt you…if it even does. Long-term this person still fantasizes about revenge fantasies and other ways to get back at you. Wtf man, gross 😬 It all stems from you hurting their EGO, kindly keep walking your own path because from what I’m getting, you probably sensed this level of immaturity from this person in the first place. They aren’t used to losing, or the word “no”. The fact their messages say “not ready yet” are just…they sure think they’re important don’t they? 😆 Are you waiting for them? They think so 💯 I’m not getting that you’re even bothered nor care. They’re convinced you do, thus the pain of it. It’s possible at some point one of you apologizes for hurting the other one, probably you, because they can’t seem to let it go…even having other options…that they don’t enjoy? Good luck 🍀

Messages -

Their side:

- Not ready …yet

- You don’t know how much YOU hurt ME

Your side:

- Soothing Presence

- I can’t stay

Signs you may be dealing with:

Leo, Scorpio & Pisces

Couples:

Overall energy: The Fool

Current: The Hanged Man rev

Challenge: 7 Wands

Potential: The Emperor

Oh boy, an ex. Complicated dynamic…you’re fake af, with them, in the best way I’m sure, but how this person knows you isn’t the “real you”. Your messages come up as kinky, you’ve played a role for this person that isn’t authentic, which you realize. You’ve released this Devil energy, probably to focus more on your heart, loving yourself, finding what’s good for YOU. Not someone else. I’m guessing this person got thrown out with all of the Devil energy, probably being someone that encouraged this or you felt you had to wear a false face for. Or that’s what you need to realize and do. If you’re the one coming back around, you’re trying to put on a mask that no longer fits or applies. For most of you, it’s this person that’s coming back around, after you’ve healed whatever issues you had, after you’re happy, now they’re like hey let’s pick back up where we left off.

The challenge is whoever was left in the first place is extremely defensive at how this person hurt them, never called them, never gave a damn or made any moves towards them. This person sees you as a fantasy, you are a temptation they need to fill, and *you already know this*. Because you know this, you’ve drawn the line. Nope. Things are different. You’ve grown up, they haven’t. You’re not working anything out, you’re not mending a relationship, what’s done is done and you’re probably realizing some very heavy shit about yourself even being in contact with this person. Though it probably feels good to be that for someone, that’s a nice ego boost, just tuck that in your pocket and keep walking 💯

Side story: If you’re together & happy, you could be made to feel insecure by some other person, another pretty girl or something like that, and are pulling out all the kinky stops to prove to them you’re better? Something like that. I’m not sure that’s necessary, your person isn’t going anywhere…you’re bothered, they’re not, though they probably appreciate these things you’re doing anyway 😅

Messages -

Their side:

- I fantasize about you DAILY 😵‍💫

- Childish 💯

Your side:

- XXX

- Dirty as f**k

Oracles -

Their side: Being alone can help you know yourself - and even more important, love yourself.

Your side: Life is like a play on stage. Learn your part well, and remember that it’s only an illusion.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Libra, Aries, Capricorn & Leo

#taurus tarot reading #love reading #couples reading #singles reading #october 2022 #Taurus #tarot

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beefybuckrrito · 3 years

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Right Here Pt. 2 (can be read standalone)

You and Bucky have been dying to get to love each other in ways you haven’t gotten to yet, but that changes tonight.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral (m+f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, slight praise kink, smidge of angst again, alcohol consumption

Author’s note: My first ever smut eeeeee!!! This took a lot longer than I had meant for it to but life happens and all that jazz. It’s definitely longer than pt. 1 so I’m sorry if you hate that and you’re welcome if you like it. Beta'd by the glorious @tincanfics and all mistakes are my own. Please feel free to like, comment, and reblog I will love you forever 💖 Pt. 1 of Right Here

Buckaroo: I’m headed over now. I’ll see you soon :)

Y/N: I can’t wait!

The biggest grin spreads across your face as you gently set your phone down on the kitchen counter and turn back to the pot bubbling away on the stove. Bucky was coming over for dinner, and as his now girlfriend you couldn’t help but giggle at yourself and the butterflies you felt dancing in your belly. Your typical Saturday movie night had been replaced with date night, and you two hadn’t been back at your place since the night you first kissed.

The two of you had decided to take things on the slower side, not wanting either to feel rushed into anything. It was a logical choice, but you weren’t going to deny that you just wanted to give him love in every possible way you could.

You hummed along to the soft music playing across your apartment as you put together the finishing touches of dinner. A soft knock at the door made you jump with excitement and you danced over to the door.

"Hey handsome, you come here often?" Trying to stifle the giant smile from the cheesy line, you gently chewed at your bottom lip and leaned against the doorframe.

"Not as often as I used to, but I should change that. Especially if there's going to be such delicious smelling things here." Bucky grinned and leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "The food smells great, too." He placed a soft peck to your lips as well and entered the apartment he knew so well.

Conversation flowed easily between you during dinner. Once the dishes were placed in the sink and wine glasses refilled, you found yourself curled into Bucky's side on the couch. He was concentrating on picking a movie while you were focused on the way the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. You wiggled to sit up a bit and placed a small kiss on his temple.

Bucky hummed softly, feeling your lips against his skin. He drew his arm around you to slowly rub his hand up and down your back. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye as you started trailing light kisses down his sideburn and to the corner of his jaw, his face growing hot at the affection.

You gently nuzzled the side of Bucky's neck with your nose, taking in his warm scent. He always smelled so good and you reveled in the fact you get to have it around you so often now. You couldn't help but be drawn in further, the few glasses of wine helping to calm your nerves. You continued peppering kisses down Bucky's neck, stopping at the collar of his shirt.

Whether you knew it or not, you were slowly killing Bucky. He tried to keep his eyes on the movie but his focus was dissolving by the second. He was trying so hard to play it cool, not like each press of your lips made more heat spread from his face to the tips of his ears, his heart pound faster in his chest, and the front of his pants feel tight. He desperately wanted to go further in your physical relationship, but he was also terrified. It had been so long since he had been with anyone else, so long since he had been any kind of intimate at all.

"Is this okay?" You softly mumbled against the base of his neck. His breathing had become less steady and you hoped your kisses were making him feel nice, but you didn't want to push too far.

Bucky cleared his throat and turned to look at you. He almost whimpered at the way you looked up at him through your lashes, your pupils taking up much of your pretty irises. You were so beautiful. "Y-yeah. It's okay. It's…nice." He wanted to give you everything you wanted or needed, but his mouth felt uncomfortably dry at the prospect of him not being able to do that.

You pulled away from him just enough to get a better look at his face, gently cupping his cheek with one of your hands, much like you did that night a few months ago. "It's okay if you want me to stop. I'm sorry if I got a little carried away." A thumb gently stroked his cheekbone as you watched his brows furrow. Oh no, did I ruin everything??

Bucky panicked seeing the pained look on your face. Oh god I'm ruining everything. "No! I mean, it's okay, y/n. You didn't do anything wrong." He took a shaky deep breath, desperately trying to calm himself down. He placed his hand over the one on his cheek, gently sliding it across his face to kiss your palm. "I'm sorry I'm so nervous. It's...it's just been a long time since I have done more than kiss anyone." He looked at his feet and lowered your hand, holding it to his chest. "Believe me, I have been loving getting to cuddle and kiss you." A blush crept across his face as a fresh wave of embarrassment hit him. "But I know you want more. I do, too. It's just been so long and I'm afraid I can't give you what you need."

You were relieved to know you hadn't gone too far and made him uncomfortable, but your heart ached hearing he didn't think he would be enough. "We can take all the time in the world that you need, Buck." You opened the hand he was still clutching, your fingers spreading across his chest. "But I want you to know that I think you are enough. You are more than enough." You leaned forward, gently bumping his nose with yours. "And I am just dying to give you what you need."

Bucky' heart melted listening to you speak. You always knew how to comfort him, even if he never talked to you about things like this before. He wanted nothing more than to be as close to you as possible, close in every way. He loved the way your fingers spread across his pec, gentle but firm. He let the arm he had around your shoulder slowly drop, his hand resting on your hip. "I would really like that. And to give you what you need, too."

You didn't need to hear anything else. You surged forward, catching Bucky's lips in a soft but deep kiss. Immediately humming upon contact with his mouth, you pressed yourself as close to him as you could, the hand on his chest tracing lazy circles with your fingertips. Your other hand came up and you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. His lips were so soft, the essence of the wine he had been drinking making the kisses that much more delicious. You wanted to take in all of him, the taste of his lips, the taste and feel of him everywhere. Heat crept across your face and into your belly as you imagined your mouth traveling all over Bucky's body, worshipping his beautiful body as he deserved to be.

Bucky groaned into the kiss you pressed against his mouth. All of the kisses you had shared thus far were slow and sweet, but this kiss had an underlying neediness that went right to his dick. He gripped your hip a little tighter and completely surrendered to your kiss, opening his mouth to let you explore him. He was absolutely going to let you take charge, let you get what you needed and he was ready to go along for the ride.

You were more than happy to take the lead with your sweet man. You wanted to give him every ounce of love and affection you had wanted to for years. You ran your tongue against his bottom lip, humming in thanks as he opened his mouth for you to taste him. The hand on his chest slowly squeezed his pec, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt. Your other hand slid up his neck to wrap your fingers into his hair.

Bucky moaned into your mouth as your hands explored his chest and neck. He squeezed your hip and wrapped his other arm around your middle, pulling you onto his lap. He swirled his tongue with yours and ran his hands up and down your thighs, loving that he finally got to feel you against him. The sweet and breathy sounds you made were better than anything he had ever imagined. He squeezed your thighs again, gently raising his hips to press himself up against you.

"Oh, Bucky. I have been wanting to do this for so long." You mumble against his lips. Breaking the kiss you run your lips across his cheek and against his ear, "I am going to give you everything I think you deserve.." you ran your tongue along the shell of his ear before pulling the lobe between your teeth and gently sucking on it "...and more." A small whimper escaped you as you felt his hardness hit the seam of your pants, pressing against your clit just right. You moaned into his ear again as you slowly circled your hips down against him. "You already feel so good, baby. I can't wait to feel the rest of you."

Bucky writhed underneath you, already losing himself in the delicious friction the swivel of your hips was making. His hands slid up the front of your thighs to your waist, helping you roll yourself against him before traveling behind you to squeeze your ass. He bucked his hips upward again at your words. "You can feel whatever you want, doll."

"I plan on it." You ground down on him once more before sliding off his lap and rising to your feet. Collecting his hands in yours, you led him to your room, throwing a grin back at him over your shoulder. Once you both passed through the doorway your lips were on him again, starting at his mouth and working your way down his neck, gently biting and sucking as you went. When your tongue met the collar of his shirt you tugged the fabric down enough to lave your tongue across his collarbone before taking a step back, your fingers gently lifting the edge of his shirt, "May I?"

Bucky's head lulled to the side as your mouth worked over his neck. He couldn't get enough of every little touch you gave him and let him take from you. The second your fingers met the bottom of his shirt he lifted his arms to let you pull it over his head. He felt his face heat up again being exposed to you, but the look on your face eased his nerves. You looked at him so lovingly, but there was also a hunger he could see in your eyes. If you looked at him like that everytime he took his shirt off he was going to die a happy man. He wasn't in his thoughts for long as your mouth and hands found his skin again, fingers running through his short chest hair as you pressed wet kisses all over him. He walked backwards as you pressed against him, the backs of his knees eventually hitting your bed. He sat and used the momentum to pull you closer and drive his hands up the back of your shirt to feel your skin. It was so warm and soft under his calloused hands. He gently tugged at your shirt before pulling it off as you nodded with permission.

You gently pushed against his shoulders, encouraging him to further climb onto the bed and lean back. Straddling him again, you rocked against the bulge in his pants, searching for that perfection friction again. "So hard for me." You gave him one more deep kiss before crawling back to sit between his legs, your hands slowly running up and down his thighs, kneading at the muscles underneath. You leant forward and started kissing and licking down his stomach, placing teasingly light pecks at the waistband of his pants as your hands stopped at his hips, your thumb tracing just under the outline of his cock. The sounds coming out of the man under you did nothing but spurr on your efforts to make him feel good like never before. You hummed against his skin and looked up at him through your lashes as your fingers danced to his belt and made quick work of the buckle, button, and fly of his pants.

Bucky threw his head back against the pillows as you moved closer to his groin. He needed to look away for a moment or things would end much too soon. Your touches were so gentle but so sure, like you really wanted to feel him. His skin was on fire everywhere that you kissed or brushed. He wasn't even out of his pants yet and you were already making him feel so damn good. The sound of his belt buckle snapped him back to look at you and his dick twitched just seeing the way you looked at him again. "Are you sure, y/n? You don't have to.." The mischievous smirk you gave him before tugging his pants down enough to mouth over him through his underwear left him speechless. He picked his hips up as you pulled his pants and underwear down his legs. His heart pounded in his chest as you slid your hands from his ankles all the way up his legs to take his cock in both of your hands. "Oh my god, y/n."

"You're so fucking beautiful, Bucky. Laid out for me like this. You look even better than in my dreams." You gently stroked him with your hands, one palm rolling over the head to spread his precum and the other holding his thick shaft. You watched as his body writhed underneath you. God, he was perfect. You were going to enjoy committing every inch of him to memory. Dipping your head down, you pressed a wet kiss to his head before swirling your tongue around it. His moans were like music to your ears and you wanted to listen to them on repeat for hours. You gently stroked him with one hand as you slowly took him into your mouth, humming at the mild salty taste. Your other hand dropped to cup his balls, softly rolling them with your fingers. Sneaking a peek at your beautiful boyfriend, the complete look of bliss on his face made your underwear grow wetter. You wiggled your hips from side to side as you pushed your ass in the air for him to see.

Bucky was speechless. No one had ever spoken to him like that before. Long ago he always took the lead, flustering partners with his words, but this was so different. So good. He could only offer you deep moans as he was lost in the heat of your mouth and rhythm of your hands. He had thought about this more times than he would want to admit, especially before you started dating, but this was better than anything he could have imagined. The way you would glance up at him with your mouth full of his cock, swaying your hips in front of him as an extra little show. God, he was getting close. He reached down for you, his fingers running along the tops of your shoulders. "Y/n, oh god. Please come up here, baby. I don't want this to end too soon." He groaned at you humming around him, the vibrations rattling through him. Suddenly he gasped feeling you take him all the way to the base, before coming up and releasing him with a pop, he jerked as his wet cock smacked against his belly. He watched as you slid off the bed and shimmied out of your pants, standing before him in nothing but a lacy little set.

Your face was hot, feeling so exposed to Bucky, but your body felt on fire as you watched his eyes travel all over you. The look he was giving made your pussy throb and you clenched your thighs together as you watched him sit up and extend his arms out to you. A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled you tight against him, his face pressed between your breasts and his stubble tickling your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp elicited yet another sweet sound from him. His hands slid up and down your back, squeezing the backs of your thighs and ass before coming to rest at the clasp of your bra. “Please, baby.” He fumbled only for a second before the garment fell from your body and his hands came around to further squish your breast around his face, his tongue laving at your skin. Every touch made your skin tingle and you were desperate for friction again. You leaned forward to crawl into his lap, holding onto his shoulders as he rolled a nipple between his fingers and lightly nipped at the other with his teeth. You eagerly pressed your clothed center against his erection, drawing a satisfied groan from both of you. Without warning Bucky’s hands dropped to your ass and you felt yourself being lifted as he stood up, a surprised little squeal passing your lips.

“I think I need to return the favor, doll.” Bucky mumbled against your lips before gently setting you on your back. He took his time running his tongue all over both of your breasts, making sure to give both nipples equal attention before sliding further down your body. His stubble again tickled your skin, this time at your ribs and you squirmed and giggled under him. He smoothed a few wet kisses over the area before moving along, running his lips down the middle of your belly until he reached your core. He ran his nose over the fabric of your underwear, you felt yourself get wetter when you heard him inhale deeply. “You smell so good, baby. And you’re soaked.” He groaned and ran a finger over the wet material. “I can’t wait to taste you.” Hooking two fingers into the waistband he slowly pulled it down your legs. He kissed the inside of both of your thighs until he made it back to your waiting pussy. He loved the way that you squirmed and moved under his touch, loved seeing how eager you were for him. He ran his hands up your legs until one hand rested flat across your lower belly and the other brought two fingers up to gently run through your wet folds before spreading them apart. “So wet for me.” He dipped his head down and ran the flat of his tongue up the front of your core before circling your clit with just the tip. Your sweet whining went straight to his cock and he slowly ground himself against the mattress. He slowly pressed one finger into your pussy and watched in awe as your hips were already bucking off the bed. He sucked your clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue all around it, his finger continuing to slowly pump in and out of you.

“Please, baby, can I have more? You feel so fucking good.” You ground your hips against his hand. How could he think he wasn’t going to satisfy you? He was already driving you crazy and you knew you would never get enough of him. He rewarded your plea with a hum against your clit and another finger being pressed inside you. Your back arched off the bed as he curled his fingers and stroked that spot just right. You were much closer than you thought you were. “Oh Bucky..” One hand slid down your body to lay atop the one he had on your belly, you liked feeling him touching you. Your other hand reached down allowing you to card your fingers through his hair. You rolled your hips against his hand, matching each thrust and curl of his fingers as he drove you closer to the edge. Another whimper fell from your lips as you felt a sudden emptiness, his fingers no longer filling you. You down at him, your chest heaving with a confused look on your face. His only reply was a devilish smirk before lowering his head again and driving his tongue into you, his thumb gently grazing over your clit. Your head fell back against the pillows as your back arched at the sensation.

Bucky was determined to draw an orgasm out of you before you did anything else. Your writhing only spurred on his movements, his thumb quickly rubbing at your sensitive bud as he continued to plunge his tongue into you. “I want you to come for me, beautiful.” He rumbled against your wet skin, pulling his tongue away from you before thrusting two fingers back in. The hand on your belly pressed your hips down, making it harder for you to move, but increasing the feeling of his fingers hitting that perfect spot. He lapped at your clit some more while looking at you, seeing how your body rocked and curled as he pleased you. “Come for me, y/n.” He watched in awe as your body stilled and your pussy pulsed around his fingers, the most wanton cry pouring from your mouth. “That’s my beautiful girl.” He placed wet kisses on the inside of your thighs and continued to gently move his fingers in you, letting you ride out your high.

You took a moment to flop completely onto your back, boneless from one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had. Sure it had been a while since you had been with anyone else, but getting to be with the most beautiful person you have ever seen just sweetened it tenfold. After catching your breath and watching Bucky lick his fingers clean, you sat up to grab his shoulders and pull him on top of you. You hungrily pulled him into a kiss, moaning as you tasted yourself on his mouth. You slowly stroked his cock for a moment before pushing your legs into his and rolling him over onto his back and climbing back on top of him. “Are you ready for me, Sergeant?” You purred and gently took his cock in your hand, running the head through your wetness.

Bucky’s eyes flickered between your face, lust plastered across your features, and his cock as you teased your entrance with it. He wordlessly nodded at you, pleading to feel more of you. His stomach contracted as you enveloped him into your wet heat, his hands gripping your hips to steady you for a moment. He watched your head roll back as you sank down on his length, watching himself completely disappear within you. “Fuck, darlin’ you feel amazing. I need you to hold still for a sec.” He took a deep breath in and used his hands to gently rock you on him for a moment, easing himself into the feeling of your tightness. The breathy moans falling from you made him press his hips up into you, lifting you off the bed. Once he was able to calm himself enough to know he wasn’t going to come the instant you moved, he loosened his grip on your hips and slid them up your body to hold your waist, gently thrusting up into you again.

“Oh fuck, Bucky.” You mewled as he pressed himself up into you, filling you up completely. You had never felt so full before and you knew you were already addicted to feeling. Leaning forward you captured his mouth in another deep kiss, your tongues swirling together before you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth. You braced your hands on his chest as you slowly began to bounce yourself on his cock. The feeling of him almost fully slipping out before you pushed yourself back down was so intense, the stretch of your walls driving you toward another orgasm already. “Baby you feel amazing. The way you completely fill my pussy up, oh my god.” You sat up and slowly ground your hips down on him, grabbing his hands and sliding them up to grab your breast. “You look so good under me. Like you’re meant to be seated so deep inside me, Bucky. I could watch that pretty face like this all night long.” You cupped his cheek with one hand and ran your thumb across his lips.

Bucky quickly took your finger into this mouth, his tongue swirling over the pad of it. You looked like an absolute goddess riding him and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He squeezed your breasts in his hands, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefingers. The slow grinding was driving him crazy and he just needed more of you. Planting his feet on the bed he bucked his hips up as yours came crashing down on him, somehow feeling deeper for the both of you, your knees leaving the bed with his force. One more thrust and he had successfully tipped you over while staying inside you, now getting his chance to lean over you. You riding him was simply amazing, but there was something else to be said for the way you looked up at him as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him tight to you. Bucky placed his hands on either side of your head as he started slowly driving himself into you again. “You look good under me too, doll. Look at you taking me so well. Love the way your pretty pussy feels around me.” You must have liked the way he was talking as your back arched and he could feel you trying to pull him even deep with your legs. He lent forward to kiss all the way down your neck, gently biting at your collarbones once he reached them. Every moan and airy breath you took made his balls tighten and he knew he was getting close. He needed to make sure you finished first though. He let you pull him as close as you possibly could and did his best to grind the front of his pelvis against your clit. “Are you going to come for me, pretty girl? Come all over my cock?”

The way Bucky was grinding against you was absolutely delicious, he was so deep inside and you felt completely full. It wasn’t long before the tightness in your belly became too much and you looked up at your man with wide eyes, “Oh fuck, Bucky. I’m going to come, baby. Come all over your beautiful fucking cock.” Your voice took a higher pitch at then end, your eyes locked onto his cerulean ones as you felt the tension snap in your abdomen and you were coming hard, your pussy clenching around him. “Holy shit, Bucky. Oh my god.” You writhed under him as he kept pounding into you, chasing his own release as he felt your warmth pulsing around him. You reached up to grab the back of his neck and pull him down into a sloppy kiss. “And now you’re going to come for me, baby. I want to feel you fill me up. I want to see the look on your beautiful face when you come inside me.” You growled against his lips, clinging to him as his hips snapped against you.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing you reach your peak twice, losing it on his fingers and his cock, and the beautiful fucking sound that poured from your lips as he rutted into you. Your body felt so good against his, your pussy so warm and wet for him. He loved the way you were talking to him. “Y/n.. I’m going to come!” He thrust his hips as far forward as he could, his movement stuttering as his release crashed over him. He dropped to his elbows, his face burying into the crook of your neck. After a moment he sat himself up, placed a gentle kiss on your lips before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth and helped clean you up, unable to fight the urge to keep kissing you all over.

“If you keep kissing me we are never going to leave this bed, you know.” You smiled up at him and stretched, spreading yourself across the bed.

Bucky chuckled and laid down beside you, holding his arm out for you to snuggle next to him and rest your head on his chest. “Doll, there is no place I’d rather be than right here.”

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Baby Step | College!Shangqi x Reader

@aliiiyyaaah asked: soooo what if the reader also has like a break up when she was around 18 and because she has attachment/trust/ abandonment issues she never dated again and shang chi tries to prove his love for her after someone tells him the reason as to why she is the way she is? idk or something like that anything is cool 😹

@moitiedemoncoeur asked: I was wondering if I could request something for Shang-Chi x Reader with kissing prompts? 1) almost kissing before turning away from each other & 2) slow and drawn out kisses where neither wants to let go. thank you! :)

Warning: None. A bit angsty at the beginning with a happy ending (very on brand of me) I’m using Shaun before this is before the even of Shang-Chi.

Word counts: 1.2k

A/N: Both of your requests just seems fit, so please don’t mind me if i combine them. Sorry this takes so long. I didn’t know how to start or end this, so now it becomes an open-ended sort of drabble. I hope it’s ok. I’m sorry again for take so long going through requests. I hope this is what you’re looking for. No beta. Whatever mistakes are mine. If you enjoyed this, comment & reblog is greatly, greatly appreciate it.

“Tell me why you hate me,” Shaun looks at you as you try very hard to ignore him. The thing that you don’t get about Shaun is his persistence in getting an answer out of you. You haven’t really said no, yet you haven’t really said yes to him either.

“I don’t hate you, Shaun,” you mumble as you close the textbook. You’re thankful that the library is quiet at this hour.

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

You look at him before you’re looking down at your fingers. You noticed the flaking of the nail polish on your fingers from all the time you’re picking at them. You’re not sure about it yourself. A part of you is terrified of letting him in.

Shaun has always been a sun to your cloudy days, but sometimes he shines so brightly that you’re terrified to get burned by him. You know he’s not like the other guys, but after being broken-hearted so many times, you’re becoming more guarded to let anyone in. Your last long-term relationship left you emotionally drained, and physically tired of simply being letting anyone that close again. Though it has been months, time doesn’t really heal the scars completely.

“I’m not ignoring you, Shaun. I-I just have a lot to do. My mid-term is coming up and I--”

“You know, I wish that you could just stop and tell me the truth for once,” he cuts you off. His expression suddenly changes to a serious one. You gulp, feeling like your heart is about to burst at that moment.

Those soft, warm amber eyes burn into you, catching you right in the act. You hate lying to him, but no matter how many times you tried to run the scenarios in your head, you just can’t bring yourself to give into him. No matter how many nights you spent thinking about his smiles, his laughs, or the way his hands caresses yours whenever he handed you back your notes. Every touch feels electrifying, yet your stubbornness prevents you from just accepting the fact that perhaps someone as nice and as good-looking as him wants you.

“I am being truthful.”

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?” you’re clearly taken aback by this.

“You’re such a liar.”

You open your mouth about to say something, but nothing comes out except an exasperated noise as you look at him stunned.

“You told me one thing and act like it never happened.”

You swallow hard at this. It’s true that you and he shared a kiss one night at a mutual friend’s house party. It was a nice kiss, you admit, but then you realized that deep, deep down you will never be able to reciprocate that same kindness and love he has shown you. It felt like you’re taking advantage of him alone.

“Please, don’t say that,” you manage to get the words out. You can feel your chest tightens at the thought of hurting him intentionally, but what can you do when you can’t seem to pull yourself together and allow him in fully.

“Then why are you keep lying to yourself about us?”

You finally look up to meet this gaze. You didn’t realize then that you’re crying before he reaches out and wipe your cheek with his fingers. His callus fingers feel rough on your skin, yet it feels comforting in a way.

“I don’t know,” you say breathlessly before more tears spill down on their own. It feels like a floodgate of emotion just burst out of you the moment you admit to yourself that you do want him so damn much.

“I-I’m just scared of letting anyone in, y’know. The last time I get my guard down, I was taken advantage of in every single way that I don’t think I can trust anyone again.” You don’t understand the words that came out of your mouth, but the more you talk, the more you feel so vulnerable. All of the armor and fortress you build up to protect yourself is slowly crumbling down.

Shaun sighs and brings your hand to his lips. The kiss feels almost featherlike the way his soft lips brush against your knuckle. You can feel your cheeks warmed at that. For a man his size, he has the softest touch, you thought.

“I know it’s not reassuring to you, and I’m sure you heard the bullshit words so many times before, but please believe me when I say this: I will never hurt you. I’ve never wanted to make anyone happy as I want to make you happy. You’re the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful, intelligent person I’ve ever met. Every time I’m with you, I feel like I can let go of all of the pretenses and just be myself around you.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“Say what?” he asks, his hand covering you before he gives you a slight squeeze. “The truth about how much I like you?”

“You’re just infatuated with me, Shaun,” you let out an uncomfortable chuckle amidst all the tears.

“You don’t get to decide how I feel about you when you don’t even know how you feel about me yourself.”

“Shaun…” you utter softly as he leans in closer, pressing his forehead against yours. His eyes close as if he’s trying to savor your scent. His breath smells of caramel and coffee, sweet just like he is. You wouldn’t expect any less of him.

His lips slowly close in on yours, and you can feel yourself tremble in his arms. Your heart beats heavily against your chest the closer you are to him. His warmness radiates to you like a furnace in the mid of the autumnal wind. For a brief moment, it feels perfect.

Yet, you turn away.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“No. No, don’t ever apologize. I shouldn’t,” he clears his throat. “I shouldn’t have force--”

“Stop right there,” you say firmly. This time it’s Shaun that’s staring at you. Shocked.

“You didn’t force me to do anything.”

“But I didn’t ask you or any--”

“And I didn’t say no either,” you cut him off. You look down on your hand as you begin to pick at your nails again. “I wanted it too...I’m just scared you know.”

“Then let’s take it slow. I’m willing to work for your trust, y’know?”

You look at him briefly, shocked to hear his offer. “What if it takes months?”

“Then it takes months.”

“Shaun, please be serious.”

“I am. I don’t mind waiting for you.”

“And this is why you shouldn’t. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Well, it wouldn’t count as that when I am your willing victim,” he smirks, and you cannot help but sigh, trying to hide that small, shy smile from him. Only Shaun is able to make you smile admit crying.

“Small step,” you reiterate and you can see his expression change into a warm bright smile once more. He reminds you too much of a Gold Retriever.

“Baby step,” he repeats before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

You and him look at each other briefly before you are the one who leans into hims this time. Your arms wrap around his neck. His tongues glides against yours. Time seems to stop at the moment. It feels as if the world has dissolves around both of you. It feel exhilarating to be wanted and needed by someone like him. You don’t it then, but when Shaun pulls away, you both are breathless and panting. Shaun’s face is flushed. His lips is a bit swollen and red. Your arms are still around his neck, and he wouldn’t want them in any other way, except for when you see people starts pouring into the library. Your private moment shared between Shauns soon cut short.

“Baby step,” you mumble softly to yourself as you withdraw away from him.

“Baby step,” he echoes, smiling at you as he helps you gather your text books.

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