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Sickly Summer
Bonten x Male Baby Reader
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Inspired by the many Stories @reallyromealone had done! Go and check his Blog out!
Mochi had you in his arms, carrying you through the living—back and forth, swaying in gentle manner from side to side—in hopes of, finally, calming you down.
Never did Mochi thought, that you, their little precious baby boy, could cry so much during one night and throughout the day. He knows babies do cry, a lot even sometimes, but this? This seemed way too out of place to be called normal behaviour.
Then again, you weren't feeling all that healthy well right now and your only way of telling them this, was through bawling.
«Here. Maybe a lukewarm bottle of Milk will soothe him a bit, till Rinny find his pacifier and plushy.» suggest Ran, emerging out from the Kitchen, holding the bottle to you. You scrunched your face up in disgust, before burying it back in Mochi's neck.
«Huh, I think so too, bud. Papa Ran surely doesn't wanna have a repeat of last time.» emphasised Mochi, going back to rocking you into soothing as soon as he heard your sniffles again.
Ran shrugged his shoulders in defeat. He doesn't know what to do either. Mochi was right though, neither Ran nor the others would like to have a repeat of what happen 2 weeks ago.
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Bonten knew you had a very sensitive stomach, couldn't handle most, if not even all, foods and drinks. You got a special Diet plan, but even then it could happen that your stomach would go into a cramping strike.
Like how it happen two weeks ago; You had Semolina porridge for dinner, something you would eat most of the time since it was stomach friendly enough. Either it was Takeomi himself or one of them, who might have accidentally poured a bit too much sugar or any kind of spices in it, but it was a literally shit night after dinner.
Kakucho had changed your diapers about three times, till he decided to just stay with you in the bathroom throughout the whole night, as you shitted into a tiny bucket and if you weren't doing that, you would vomit till dry-heaving. Worst case of Diahrrea.
Takeomi was trying to get some fluids into you again, coaxing with mostly water and diluted milk, knowing well from his own experience with his siblings, that fluids are essentially necessary during such a time. Tough case it was though, you refused every time and had enough strength left to slap Takeomi's cup offering away.
Ever since then, they did good monitoring over your diet plan and what you eat.
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Rindou came hopping into the living room, a big smile on his face as he triumphal hold up the pacifier. I mean, you had a whole box of them and your dads keep extra ones in the storage and to lose them is rather easy, but you had certain favourite ones and in times like these you only want them.
«Lookie lookie, [Name]! What Papa Rin has for you,» Rindou gently put the pacifier into your mouth—which seemed to sooth you right away as you sucked on it—taking you from Mochi's arms and prepped your face with kisses.
A slight frown came over Rindous face. Sitting himself on the couch, you on his lap, he take good glance at your chubby face.
Cheeks flushed red, eyes swollen and still brimmed with left over tears. Your tiny chest heaving heavily, you weakly gripping his shirt.
«Did you two shitlings make him cry more?» Rindou give a slight glare at them, almost accusing.
«No we didn't, asshat. If you couldn't tell already, our darling baby isn't feeling goodie.»
«Thanks, Mr. Obvious. For telling me.»
«Be glad Mikey and Kakucho aren't here or you two would have to put 20Yen into the swear-jar.» Kokonoi's amusing chuckling brought the Haitani Brothers out of their word squabbling. They hadn't heard that Kokonoi has come in.
The three watched how Kokonoi put some bags down onto the coffee table. Rummaging through them, Kokonoi pulled out a small stuffed frog and one of those squeeze balls.
As soon as you notice what one of your dads had in his hands, your eyes lit up and made grabby hands towards him. Koko give it to you.
«Is he getting better? Did you gave him something to drink already?»
«To both of your questions, Koko, is the answer no.» Rindou and Ran said it at the same time.
Mochi sighed, having make a cup of coffee for himself. One of the strong types, which a shot of Vodka in it. Mochi loved you, but parenting was exhausting sometimes and they all could agree to this.
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It didn't take long till the rest, besides Mikey who was still in the office and probably doing some last minute paperwork's, had come home too.
You sat on the ground, in front of the TV—Ran had put on some child friendly cartoons, but you didn't pay attention to it—playing with toys, your new stuffed friend sitting between your legs.
Kakucho and Rindou sitting besides you, being your play buddies. Glaring every so often at the others, who sat on the couch and giving playful comments about how good parent they are. It was mostly Sanzu and Ran who did.
«I was by the doctor and he said it's probably the summer heat, which makes [Name] so sick right now. We should try to keep him cool and give him light foods only.» told Takeomi, crouching down to you with a Sippy-cup in his hand.
A pocky stick hanging from his mouth, a replacement of a cigarette as Takeomi wasn't one to smoke around you. He offered you the cup, filled with milk. You took it, taking a few sips from it and give it back to your Papa, who pinched the bridge of his nose.
«At least [Name] didn't refused it right away and did drank some of it.» comment Mochi, going back to reading his newspapers.
Takeomi was concerned about you. Last summer you were fine, you hadn't any problem with the heat. So seeing you refusing food and drinks, crying through night and night and not even going potty in your diapers at all, did raise red flags of concern for Takeomi.
They really need to bring you to the doctor, but you're a fussy child and just being at the front door, brought you to tears—which raise another set of questions for Takeomi.
When Mikey had come back home, he ignored the mess of toys and stuffed animals in the living room. Too tried to care about tidiness, non of them were the best when it comes to do household chores, but for you they try to do.
After changing into nightwear, which consisted of only a pair of underwear and a oversized shirt, Mikey was making his towards Kakucho room, knowing well that you're in there. You might have your own room, crib, to sleep in, but you never do, preferring to sleep in the beds of your many dads.
Mikey pried you gently from Kakucho's arms, ignoring his incoherent mumbling and going into his own room.
Laying down onto his bed, god was Mikey exhausted, he hold you close. Giving you a small kiss to the head, shushing you back into sleep, when you begun to stir and lowly whine.
Mikey and the others would do anything to keep you loved and safe. You're Bontens heir, the ray of sunshine in their dark lives and the only family they still had left.
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A Mad Lion's Love - Yandere Leona Kingscholar [Oneshot]
Broken: This Oneshot is inspired by a Yandere Leona Kingsholar Audio I heard. I literally cannot get it out of my head and I have decided to make this one-shot in hopes of getting it out of my head.
Here is the Video, give it a listen; you just might like it:
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'How long have I been here?' That was the thought that crossed Yuu's mind as they lifted their head from their knees as they looked around the dark room from their lonely corner in the unknown cabin they found themselves in; the only light allowed to them was coming from the moon as it shone through the cracks of the board up window which allowed a few slivers of light into the dark cabin. Yuu hated the dark, or rather, they hated being alone in the dark; however, they were going to remain that way until he arrived.
Yuu flinched at the thought of him - both in fear at what he is capable of and in anger for what he has done to them when all they wanted to do was survive in this world until there was a way for them to return to the world they came from. Everything was manageable, Yuu was even enjoying their time in this world but their heart was always set on finding a way to return to which they came; everyone they knew understood their desire to return home and they accepted that choice... Everyone but him.
Yuu flinched when the sound of footsteps echoed outside the cabin door, the sound of a key being inserted and the lock twisted caused them to watch as the door opened and a towering figure walked into the dark cabin before closing the door behind them, making sure to lock it once again. The figure walked over to a stack of firewood neatly placed in the corner of the room, collected a few logs before walking over to the fireplace and threw them in before lighting a match and throwing it over the wood; the fire grew, as did the light and warmth in the cabin. Yuu closed their eyes at the feeling of the warmth filling the once cold cabin, also because they didn't want to see him; however, he seemed to have other plans.
"You didn't eat the food I left you." His voice called out as his green eyes looked over his shoulder at the bowl of meat and bread untouched on the stand beside the bed where Yuu was sitting on.
"I know that food is laced with something and I'm not taking a chance with you again. Not after what happened." Yuu hissed at him before looking up at the man who placed them in this situation; The Prince of the Afterglow Savana - Leona Kingscholar. Leona was always the Brooding Prince type, always unhappy with what he had and always wanting more; however, if there was something he wanted or something he deemed to be his, he was going to get it, regardless of what measures he had to take to get it within his claws. Unfortunately, one of the things Leona wanted to possess was Yuu.
"You need to eat something. This is the 3rd Day you have gone without eating and you'll start to waste away if you don't get something in your body." Leona said as he looked at Yuu, who looked away without saying anything to him. Leona scoffed at him before he turned to look at the fire flickering in the fireplace.
" You have done nothing but refuse to eat, barely drink water, won't talk to me, and just pout in that corner even since I brought you here..." Leona's gloved hands balled themselves into fists before he spoke again - his voice laced with an unknown emotion that Yuu never heard before, "What can I do to make you understand?"
"What?" Yuu asked.
"I'm desperate. I've tried everything I could so that I wouldn't have to result in this. I even tried the potion on you but to no avail; you somehow managed to resist its effects even though it was supposed to be the stronger version of that potion. It should have worked. If only it did, you would have given yourself to me without issue and we wouldn't be in this situation." Leona said as he continued to look in the fire.
Leona talked about a potion called the Everlasting Love Potion that he had stolen from Professor Crewel's Display Case of Prized Potions. Crewel was known to have the hardest-to-find and most powerful potions in existence, and he loved to show off his collection. That's how Leona found out about the Everlasting Love Potion. The potion was believed to have permanent effects, and there was no cure for it. Leona needed it to make Yuu fall in love with him. In the dead of night, he broke into Crewel's classroom and used his skills to open the display case without triggering any alarms. He then swapped the Everlasting Love Potion with a common Love Potion that looked identical and left the room without leaving any evidence that he was ever there.
The next morning, Leona got Yuu's Favorite Drink from the cafe and poured the entire bottle into the drink, making sure to mix it so there was no visible trace of it being there. The Prince located the Herbivore in the hall and gave them the drink, telling them it was an apology for yelling at them a few days ago. Yuu thanked Leona for the drink and finished it right in front of him; the prince waited for the effects of the potion to kick in but they never did. Yuu thanked Leona once again before heading off to class, leaving a stunned, angered, and even more determined prince behind them.
"You really crossed the line with that potion, Leona. Trying to enchant me into loving you was going too far." Yuu growled but this only caused Leona to laugh and run his hand through his hair.
"You're making me cross the line. I'm going crazy without you around and you constantly resist me. Constantly running away from me when you are mine." Leona looked over his shoulder at Yuu before speaking again, "Should I break your legs so you don't run away again? It will be painful...but effective."
Yuu glared at Leona with hatred in their eyes but the prince just smiled at them.
"Don't make that face... You're cute when you smile. Come on, smile for me. Just once." Leona coddled but Yuu just closed their eyes, allowing the tears they had been holding back to flow freely.
"Do you think tears will help you in getting me to change my mind and let you go? You're wrong, Herbivore. You're not going anywhere that I don't want you to go: Not leaving this cabin, not returning to Ramshackle, not returning to NRC, especially not returning to the world you originally came from. You aren't going anywhere until you love me." Leona growled out but Yuu started to sob, angering the Prince more.
"Too noisy. You're being infuriating. Stop it, now." Leona growled out but Yuu couldn't stop, they had been holding it in for so long. Leona scoffed once again and turned to look at the fire.
"It's your own fault you're in this situation right now; if you had just given yourself to me when I told you to none of this would have had to happen. I can't live and breathe without you and you kept leaving me, you kept avoiding me to spend time with other males. I was sick of it, so I took what belonged to me." Leona said, trying to justify his actions.
"You're mad, Leona. You've gone mad!" Yuu yelled through their tears.
"Oh, I'm really mad and this madness is proof of my love for you" Leona finally pulled his gaze away from the flame and turned around, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge before placing a tender gloved hand on Yuu's cheek, making them look at him.
"You understand me, don't you?" He started caressing Yuu's cheek in a circular motion, "I'm not intimidating you. I'm warning you: A Lion mad with love will always get love from its prey. This is our law..." He started leaning into Yuu's face, "And YOU are a part of it."
He moved his head to where his mouth was right by Yuu's ear before growlingly whispering his next words, "Accept it."
"You're a monster, Leona Kingscholar. You've destroyed my life...all for your own selfish desires." Yuu whimpered.
"I'm not a monster - I'm a Lion in Love. There is nothing I won't do, no lengths I won't travel, no line I won't cross to make sure my love stays with me and only me. You were made for me, Yuu. Accept your fate and be happy with me." He placed a tender kiss on Yuu's forehead before leaning back and yawning. "I'm tired of having a long conversation. Come and pet me. I'll sleep here with you tonight." Leona pulled Yuu's legs out before resting his head on their thighs, waiting for them to pet him.
The Lion's Captive hesitated for a while before their hand started caressing Leona's hair and scratching his scalp between his ears; just like he loved it.
[END]
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Headcanons : The HSL Boys + Priya Drunk
N/A: So this random but the other day I was talking about MCL with a friend and as summer approaches and plans are being planned (chaotic ones mainly) we started to wonder how the LIs would be like when drunk. So I thought I'd share my opinion on the matter.
* little disclaimer : always drink alcohol with moderation and if you don't drink, don't let others influence you (f*ck them if they make fun of you about that, they're the problem) and if you do drink though, always drink glasses of water between glasses of alcohol (you'll thank yourself the next day)
𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕 :
Emotional drunk
Not every time though, it doesn’t happen that often but when it does ,just give him a compliment or tell him something sad and you just launched the machine
This will be likely followed by this « I love you guys » speech (he’s probably really drunk at this point so his discourse doesn’t make sense but it the least of his concerns right now)
Will never admit it or accept to talk about it the next day (might even pretend that he doesn’t remember it as if it was enough to make everyone forget about it lol)
But when he’s not emotional, he’s actually extrovert ???
Like he talks with everyone and have good laugh with them (my boy has become a social butterfly for the night)
Would accept a cigarette if someone offers him one so PLS STOP HIM (he has to protect his voice come on)
Totally up for karaoke but don’t you dare try to make him sing these commercial songs he always complains about because he certainly won’t and he’ll rant about how they suck
Bonus point : I can picture him ✨slaying✨ a Lady Gaga karaoke. Like he knows the lyrics and even some bit of the choreo (probably won’t do it though, I guess that’s where he draws the line). That would depend on who is around tho (for example if Nathaniel is around, haha no. He’ll never let this guy catch him singing Bad Romance, no matter how drunk)
If he keeps drinking, he might throw up and he’ll try to be slick about it (but everyone knows that when he left in such a hurry, it was because the end was near for him)
He has the worst hangovers. It takes him 3 whole business days to get back on his feet (he has to get over the physical consequences but also the embarrassment. Because, ew, talking about feelings and all when he’s drunk cringes him so bad lol)
𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 :
Philosophically confused drunk ?
Literally, anything could become matter to philosophical debates at this point and out of nowhere he’ll just start pondering existence and the meaning of life.
And he has a lot to say (which is surprising according to the fact that Lysander isn’t really talkative in general)
Can get anyone captivated because he speaks from the heart and he kinda make a point (he make people rethink their whole life so that can be a bit of a buzzkill as much as it can be fascinating. It’s 50/50)
Honestly, I struggle to imagine Lysander drunk because I don’t think there’s a lot of circumstances where he would be likely to drink a lot. Especially that I don’t think he’s really fond of strong alcohol (like vodka, rum or else) but more of a wine kinda guy.
(Which is why that if he does get drunk, he’ll get a dreadful hangover the next day because there’s nothing like a wine hangover y’all)
I feel like if he’s not pondering existence, he’ll be just listening at people (you know the people that overshare when drunk, spilling the tea without judgment or just telling their life story, I kinda love these people)
He would be a really good listener and would conclude the conversation by a inspiring quote he just made up (you can’t silence the poet in him)
If you leave him on his own for too long tho, he might get an existential crisis (like « Where is my life leading me ??? What should life be like ?? What’s after life ??? How do you know you’re living and not surviving ???) Yeah, he asks himself a lot of questions and that can be overwhelming (relatable)
If people pressuring to sing, he’ll just be annoyed so don’t. He don’t really like to sing when drunk because he knows that this won’t be his best performance
Bonus point : I believe he’s the kind of person that can get sleepy from alcohol (add to that the fact that he spends his days working hard) so he’s likely to be one of the first that want to leave the party lol
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 :
If you’re going to an event or a party where Armin might get drunk, please bring a leash with you
Not but for real, he’s the runner type of drunk
Totally that friend that’ll randomly disappear in the middle of the party to do some side quests without warning ANYONE
So everyone’s start wondering : WHERE DID HE GO AGAIN ?
And he’ll come back as if nothing happened with some random items he found on the way (bonus : or some random guy he talked with and now they’re buddies ???)
I said he was a runner but it’s because he likes to be chased. He just finds it fun and it becomes sort of a escaping mission in his mind
(That’s funny because usually you can’t get him to do anything that requires physical investment lol)
If you guys finally catch him and make him stay in sight he’ll just be super friendly
He’s kind of get "happy drunk" and everything’s seems so funny
Alcohol really does cloud his judgment so he’ll get some stupid ideas that sounds to him like genius-like behaviours (it’s not, pls stay on your chair dear)
I feel like if he finds a partner in crime, it’s over, he’s out of control (and that might very well be Nathaniel but I’ll go back to it later)
Would dance (pretty badly)
He really can’t sit still for more than two minutes so it’s better if you keep an eye on him at all time (he’s basically the result of if a 9 year-old was drunk which can be as entertaining as it can get exhausting)
Would ‘strategically throw up’ (you know when some people will make themselves throw up when they feel like they’re going to be sick so that they can keep going)
𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 :
He doesn’t get drunk often (it is actually pretty rare as he said in UL) and he says that it’s because he doesn’t really like the taste of alcohol
However, that’s only one part of the truth, the other part is that he’s out of control when drunk
Literally, his brain seem to stop cooperating when he reaches a certain point
Will have no filter about what he says (says anything that comes to his mind and that can be problematic)
Could easily get into fights because of that but also because his patience is very thin when drunk. Not that he’ll be looking for a fight but he won’t take any shit (literally the "fuck around and find out" meme)
Would talk to people then looses patience and leave in the middle of the conversation (then the person in front of him is just like « ??? »)
He’s a flirt x10. He’s a flirt sober but when he’s drunk it’s even worst because as I said, he has no filter anymore
He just seem horny and he's not even subtle about it (if he's here with his partner, he'll want to go have a “talk” at some point and no, drink some water that's for the best)
(Which I believe that back in UL, may have caused some « problematic black-out get with », another reason why he doesn’t like to drink - self awareness king)
Now, I said that Nathaniel could very much end up being Armin’s partner in crime
I meant it. It’s just that Nathaniel when drunk just wants to have fun and has no patience, Armin on the other end, can’t stay still more than 2 minutes and just wants to mess around so that kinda of a match
Chaotic duo (the chaos is real, if you thought drunk Armin was hard to manage, you don’t want to imagine drunk Nathaniel by his side)
I can picture them doing shots together even though they hate the taste of it (but just for fun you know)
However, you have to admit that despite the chaos they cause (in the limits of the law ofc. Well, most likely hum hum), they are very entertaining
𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗 :
Clingy drunk. Whether he’s clingy with his girlfriend or his friends, he just can’t help it
It’s not like he’s going to do the emotional speeches and all
It’s more like he’ll randomly hug them. If he’s here with his girl, he always has an arm around her or he’s holding her hand (cute)
If there’s pets where you guys are, you lost him
He’s going to spend the night playing with them (and that way he can avoid talking with the people he doesn’t know, clever)
He would also be the one that want to go on a walk in the middle of the night because why not ? It’s mostly because he wants to get some fresh air (I have the feeling that Kentin wouldn’t feel at his most comfortable in the middle of a party)
He rely on his more extroverted friends to introduce him to other people (because he’d rather don’t to do it on his own)
I think that just like Lysander, Kentin wouldn't really be the type of person to get drunk because he can hardly handle alcohol. Maybe a beer here and there but that’s it. So it got to be a very special occasion for him to get in that state
Would get sleepy from alcohol too
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊 :
She’s the life of the party
The kind of person that won’t let anyone stay sat for to long and then proceed to drag them to the dance floor
Also a master at making cocktails and she’ll invent a new recipe by the end of the night with the alcoholic beverages’ leftovers
(The drink could seem nasty but it’s really good ??? Like how ???)
Would get political if someone brings up the topic
Because you know my girl don’t joke about that
Really, that could lead to an endless debate about societal issues
But no matter how drunk she is, she still got that charisma and that eloquence (which I wonder how but I just can’t imagine Priya drunk slurring her words ???) so give it a few moments and she has an audience
I mean, she could also get an audience while doing karaoke or dancing ‘cause she really has this energy that captivates people
Great at comforting people who are ‘sad drunk’ or at handling those who are getting out of hand (we can think of the chaotic duo mentioned above)
She knows how to hold her liquor quite well so it’s very rare that she ends up being a mess (queen)
She sounds like so much fun to hang out with honestly
Priya <3 (we won’t talk about her arc in LL, I am still in denial and I intend to keep gaslighting myself into believing that it never happened)
Hope you guys enjoyed it !
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❀ A “Small” Problem ❀
Summary: You became really small by accident when you were helping out an alchemist. Thankfully, the effects won’t last long but it seems that Wanderer has something to do with you while the time passes.
Wanderer x fem!Reader (nsfw)
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,879
Notes/Warnings: Reader is 6 inches tall in this fic, Reader refers to him as Kuni, inappropriate use of cotton buds, oral sex (reader receiving), technically size kink(?)
Author’s Notes: inspired by a kazuscara nsfw comic on twitter and man i wanna be in the same position too
“So tell me what happened exactly?” Wanderer snickered as he entered your shared home with you sitting on his shoulder. You groaned in annoyance, crossing your arms as you hated the fact you can’t smack him since you’re as small as a blade of grass.
“I already told you, I was just helping out an alchemist with mixing potions and I… accidentally drank one of them and turned small…” you explained for the second time, feeling your cheeks flush with red as your boyfriend let out a laugh. “D-Don’t laugh at me!”
“It’s hard not to.” He replied with that stupid grin of his, gently picking you off his shoulder and set you down on your desk. “Besides, how did you “accidentally” drink one of the potions?”
“...I don’t wanna say.” You pouted, which only elicited another laughter from your boyfriend. “Seriously Kuni, stop laughing at me!”
“Okay, fine, fine.” Wanderer raises his hands up to surrender, but it’s amusing to see a tiny human being angry at him, and it’s even funnier because it’s you. You sighed in exasperation, sitting on top of one of the books that laid down on your desk.
“So how long is this effect going to last?” He asks, setting his hat down on the floor and leaning it against the desk.
“3 hours, more or less.” Another sigh escaped from your lips, rubbing the temples of your forehead to soothe down the headache that was caused by this mess. “Kuni, could you be kind enough to set me a bath? I think I got some of the ingredients spilled on me.”
Wanderer raised an eyebrow at you. “I think you’ll just end up drowning in the bathtub.”
You gave him an unamused, but no matter how serious you (try to) look, it only brings more amusement to him because of how small you were. “Okay, if not in a bathtub, then I guess in a bowl or something. I think that’ll do.”
Deciding to at least show a little mercy to you, your boyfriend responded with an “alright” and left the room, coming back a while later with a bowlful of warm water and set it on the desk. Standing up from where you are, you were about to undress but you felt Wanderer’s eyes on you.
“Can’t you give me a little privacy?”
“You act as if we’ve never seen each other naked before.”
“It’s different now! I literally feel small in your gaze!” You complained, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment at the thought of bathing in front of your boyfriend in the state you’re in. Wanderer rolled his eyes and chuckled at your complaint, carefully poking a finger to your cheek in a playful manner.
“Honestly, you’re overreacting.” He said, taking even more amusement over this situation. “I’m just going to help you out until you return back to normal, is that so bad?”
You were going to open your mouth to protest but shut it and sighed in defeat. He made a good point after all since there wasn’t anyone else available to assist you. “Fine… just don’t do anything weird.”
You could’ve sworn you heard Wanderer mutter “no promises” under his breath.
With that, you began to undress yourself for a bath, your boyfriend helping you out with untying the laces of your top from behind. It made your heart flutter a bit with how gentle he was being with you right now (even though he always is when the two of you were doing something intimate). Once you’ve stripped out of your clothes, you then dunked yourself into the warm water in the bowl, letting out a contented sigh.
Wanderer wouldn’t admit it outright, but you were adorable like this. You looked like one of those small fairies that would sit in teacups in children’s storybooks. He wasn’t aware of it but he was staring at your small, naked form in the water, just simply admiring you like he usually does. You didn’t mind this since that’s just how your boyfriend loves you.
Although this time it was a little embarrassing because you were small. Like a bunny being watched by a predator.
“Um, Kuni?” your voice made him snap out of his thoughts, “Can you fetch me a towel? I’m about to finish up now.”
With an acknowledging grunt, Wanderer stood up and went to one of your drawers, grabbing a small towel and… for some reason a container of cotton buds? “What are cotton buds for? I know I usually use them after baths but I don’t think I’ll be able to use them in this state.” You asked, visibly confused.
“Ah, just a little something.” He replied, and you could see a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Here, I’ll help you dry off.”
You were going to say that you could dry off yourself but he acted faster and picked you up from the bowl. Again, Wanderer was being gentle with you, almost afraid that he could crush you in his hands. Carefully, he laid you on his palm, wiping away the excess water from your naked body. The gesture made you flustered and you know that he was enjoying your flustered expression by the way he’s smirking at you.
“O-Okay, I think I’m good!” you whined, pushing away the towel that he was using on you. “I’m just gonna get dressed now-”
“With what clothes? I don’t think you have anything to wear at your size.” Wanderer cuts you off, making you realize that you might have to stay nude for the next few hours. You groaned in frustration, sitting up on your boyfriend’s palm, hugging your knees close to your chest.
“Dammit… it’s gonna be awkward for me then…” you sighed. You heard your boyfriend let out a chuckle. You looked up at him and noticed the same mischievous glint in his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“I think I know a way to pass the time, and I believe you’ll enjoy it.” Before you could ask, you made a noise of surprise as Wanderer pushed you back on his palm, laying you there once more.
“K-Kuni, what are you up to?” you asked, blushing darkly when you felt his fingers spreading your legs apart. It was already easy for him to put you in such a position since you’re much lighter now at your size. Wanderer’s eyes were fixated on your cunt.
It was small. So adorably small, and you looked so adorably helpless in his hold.
“Just let me indulge in you, [Name].” He says as he brings your small body close to his face and presses the tip of his tongue on your pussy, causing you to let out a gasp. Your boyfriend’s tongue was big enough to lick you entirely without moving his tongue so much.
“Mmhh, Kuni w-wait-” the tip of his tongue just kept pressing and swirling around your cunt as you moaned. Wanderer shows no sign of stopping as he picks up the pace and continues to eat you out. He’s slightly disappointed that he couldn’t tease your clit at your small size, but he was delighted either way to feel you squirming under his touch.
"You taste so good even when you're small." He commented as you moaned, bucking your hips as you grind your cunt against his tongue. Your orgasm was getting close, and you feel your body starting to tremble in pleasure. Wanderer notices this and helped you chase your orgasm, licking your entire cunt over and over again with ease.
"C-Cumming, I'm cumming-!" You let out a loud moan as you feel your pussy gushing out with cum, feeling Wanderer soaking it all up with his tongue. Licking you clean, he then withdraws his tongue away from you, letting you take a breather.
You closed your eyes and let your body relax before you pop them back open as you feel something prodding against your pussy once more. When you checked the source, you were surprised to see Wanderer teasing your wet cunt with the cotton bud.
"W-What are you planning to do with that Kuni?" you asked nervously as you sat up in alarm, but you already had a feeling that you know the answer.
Wanderer smiles slyly at you, teasing the fuzzy cotton bud against your folds as it draws a stifled moan from you. "Since I can't fuck you with my cock, I might as well use an alternative in the meantime."
"God... F-Fine, just this once." sighing, you laid back down comfortably on his palm and opened your legs for him. Wanderer's idea was a strange one, but you can't help but feel aroused by it too.
With that, your boyfriend pushed the tip of the cotton bud past your entrance, being careful not to hurt you by pushing it too far. Biting down a moan, you feel the cotton bud fully inside you as it began to soak up your essence. Wanderer then thrusted it back and forth in a slow rhythm, giving you the time to adjust to the feeling and became satisfied when you showed signs of pleasure.
Your body quivered, already feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm as you let out a series of moans, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling. "K-Kuni... faster, p-please."
Smirking at your pleas, Wanderer picked up the pace and fucked you faster with the cotton bud, relishing when he saw you bucking your hips in pleasure. "I didn't think you would enjoy it this much [Name], it's amusing that I could please you with just a cotton bud."
Your face flushed at his teasing, wanting to retort back at your boyfriend but your words only turned into loud moans as the cotton bud kissed your sweet spot over and over, making you overstimulated since you were still sensitive from your first orgasm. "Sh-Shut up... I- Nghh!"
Wanderer watched your body trembled with pleasure, knowing very well you were going to cum soon. He could feel your walls clamping around the cotton bud, seeing how much your walls are eagerly taking it wholly.
"Cum for me, [Name]." He said, pounding the cotton bud relentlessly into your cunt. You felt the knot in your stomach snap at his command and you cried out of pleasure as you came undone, spilling you release on his palm. When you finished your orgasm, Wanderer then slowly pulled out the cotton bud from you, completely soaked in your wetness.
Your boyfriend cleaned you up with the towel he used earlier, setting you down on a pillow once he was finished. He stroked the top of your head with a single finger, calming you down as you relaxed on the soft pillow.
"Did it feel good?" Wanderer asked, laying his hand gently on top of your body. You weakly nodded in response, looking up at him as you laid on your side.
"Honestly, yeah... it's weird, but it felt really nice." You replied, reaching out your arms to hug around his thumb for comfort. A small smile was plastered on his face, finding this moment cute.
"What's the alchemist's name? We should try that again." You hear Wanderer say. You gave him a deadpanned look as he laughed at your reaction.
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#wanderer x reader#wanderer x you#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#scaramouche#why is it whenever i want to write smut i lose the confidence in the middle of writing#wanderer smut
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Hi yeah its me again, sorry for the spam, not my fault you made cool and inspiring stuff. This time actually, i couldnt help myself and have made a short crackpodfic of an alternative universe which is basically 'AU where Mumbo is frolicking in the wild and Grian doesnt exist cause itd be too sad for him to do so, so hes gone.' Its stupid, ist badly written (literally my first ever creative writing work other than a 300 word school asignment) but like idk. if you dont want to or cant read it (cause its so bad and burns your eyes out) you can just not read it xd idc honestly but decided to maybe give you the choice of reading it or not.
Excuse my weird and unusual ways of writing dialougue and monolouges
This is part 1 of 3
Jellie meowed cutely, demanding for food most likely just as a familar figure walked into his cabin.
—Oh Hello Cub! It's wonderful to see you again! How was the trail, you're earlier than usual, no? — Scar exclaimed happily, looking at the sweaty man now standing before him. The air was hot, the many glass windows of the watchtower could make a great greenhouse. The open windows allowed for a warm flow of the early summer's air to pass by and refresh the mostly closed space.
—Hey hey. Yeah the traffic was better than usual, but there was more sand in on the trail today. I think it could be the Sahara desert dust that was supposed to get carried in with the wind. — Cub said, taking his backpack off and pulling out a rag to wipe his head off. No matter how many times he hikes through this trail it never gets much easier.
— Oh, Cub. The Sahara desert was blowing on Europe! And also it's the 80s and this specific situation you're referencing is gonna happen in late March of the year 2024! That's at least 35 years into the future!
—Oh yup I forgot. Sorki bout that
—Cub, you silly silly man! — Scar said in a singsong tone. Both of them started laughing and looked straight into the readers eyes, smiling. Hi reader they both thought and went back to laughing looking at each other.
— Actually, Scar, while hiking I heard some tourists talking about some newfound cryptid roaming these parts, what's up with that?
– Eh nothing special, some bikers saw a 'humanoid lanky bugman' or something. — The man said — I've seen it all over, people come, they see a black bear or a deer in the shadow and think it's a newfound species. But honestly! I gotta give credit to the bikers relating said encounter cause the guys were better than most at storytelling! The missing food cans, rustling in the bushes all around them, the feeling of being watched.. Truly creepy stuff! And then — Scar took in a breath, talking so much in one long exhale left him almost dizzy —the moment when they saw it fully...They described it as 'particularly lanky with black fur' and something about purple-pinkish fingertips as well as residue on its paleish naked face with a weirdly shaped snout. 'Like a Walrus' they said!
A crazy comparison for a bear, but you know, human mind can do wonders! — Scar clapped at the last statement and closed his eyes smiling charmingly at his companion who was now drinking the rest of his water.. After a while, comfortable silence filled the watchtower as both of the men enjoyed eachothers company.
Jellie was now purring against scars leg and promptly jumped on his lap demanding more pets as Cub had finally spoken up
— Any new paintings done in the meantime? I don't recognise these two, are they new or recycled? — He asked, curiosity clear in his voice, lookin at the, indeed, two new paintings decorating the cabin. One of them depicting a landscape with a sunset. From where Cub was sitting, he could watch the same, now hidden under an overcast, mountains and trees. The other painting was of a group of three tufted titmice sitting on a branch. Cub took out his American bird field guy and read a couple of paragraphs to scar on what kind of bird has he drawn exactly. It's weird that he saw these birds cause apparently they don't live in that part of the US! Crazy.
HELPPPPP this is completely insane the best way, thank you. Love that Grian doesn't exist here because it'd be too sad for him. Love the fever-dream quality to the writing. In all the best ways you're taking me back to the crack fics I'd read on ff.net in 2013, it's great. Love the breaking the fourth wall abou the Sahara dust and the (assuming) European birds. You've got a certain hint of Douglas Adams flavoring happening with the switching to an "above" perspective for a moment to give a wry little fourth-wall comment.
Mumbo Jumbo, new forest cryptid. I can see it. If Hermitcraft!Mumbo eats redstone, do you think forest cryptid!Mumbo would eat like...rocks??? dlfjskfljslkfs
#i was ignoring this on purpose i promise i just wanted to sit down to read + respond#this was very funny thank you#hc_firewatch_au#quara asks#ngl your writing here reminds me a bit of my first chapter draft of my hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy au#wherein (former) ceo mumbo of boatem says something about 'work from home being the future'#before essentially remembering none of them work from home because. well. it's boatem.
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Singularity
Fandom: BTS
Pairing: Namjoon × Reader
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“Shit!” I huffed out as I had to climb the stairs up to the third floor and my poor lungs wouldn’t want to cooperate as always, “I forgot my water bottle at home again.”
“You can have mine, no problem!” a boy handed me his half filled plastic bottle.
I usually follow one rule while drinking water from other people’s bottles. I ask them if they touch their lips to the bottles opening while drinking and usually refuse to drink from the same bottle if they do.
That day, however, I didn’t have the mind to do that as I straight up uncapped the bottle to finish the whole thing in one go. When I looked up to say ‘thanks’ and ‘sorry’, he was already gone. As it was almost time for the next class, I supposed he hurried to get to his. I remembered the boy’s name to be Namjoon.
Namjoon was a boy I would often see in between classes. Sometimes we would nod, ask when the next class was or simply smile at each other. And then, we’d go our separate ways. I knew him just like that. I didn’t remember ever having a full conversation with him.
I didn’t see him again after that day. But I heard some rumors about him around the campus not long after. He was accused of saying something that sparked controversy. Since I didn’t know him in person I never expressed my opinion on the matter. But I had a lingering wish to meet him again, to return his empty plastic bottle that I still carry in my bag.
That wish came true when I finally saw him again.
He was having lunch at an empty table at the corner of the cafeteria. There was no one around so I walked up to him right away.
“I’m so sorry I could not return your bottle that day!” I had told him.
“What bottle?” He looked at me with genuine confusion.
I took out the said bottle from my bag to put on the table. Namjoon let out a chuckle at its sight. “You wanted to return this?”
“I know, it might not be a huge deal to you. But I literally can’t sleep in peace until I return what I borrow from someone else. Be it a pen or book or whatever.” I explained myself clearly to which Namjoon nodded and took the empty bottle off the table.
“I’ll take it back then.” He said, “Hope it gives you some peace.”
He shook his head slightly and laughed. For some reason, I felt overwhelmed seeing him laugh like that. His eyes completely vanished behind the wrinkles as he laughed. He looked so unreal. I couldn’t make up my mind why I was feeling that way at such a small act of someone I barely knew. But I had a feeling that it was a moment I would never witness again. I felt the need to capture it in a picture so that I could look at it whenever I wanted to.
However, I didn't take his picture that day. Instead I stood there for a while, enjoying the moment as it was. He didn’t invite me to sit next to him. I wished he did.
The next time I heard about Namjoon was from a group of friends talking about college in general. I wasn't minding their gossip until I heard them speak about him.
"Good grades aren't everything, you see!" One of them said, "you need to have a better character to not be kicked out of school like that."
I was shocked to find what happened to Namjoon regarding those rumors. As much as I wanted to interrupt their conversation, I couldn't bring myself to do so. Yet my heart couldn't believe a word of the dirty talks I heard around. Even though I wasn't a friend of his, neither was I an acquaintance, in my heart, I still pictured him as the smiling boy who had helped me at the time I needed it.
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The Fine Line Between Self-Love & Punitive Discipline (Finding Food Freedom ☺️) | Holistic Leveling Up!
I wanted to take a moment today to talk about the modern scene of nutrition. Increasingly within it, a common theme is condemning abstinence, or restriction, in efforts to be in direct opposition to diet culture. Unfortunately, many nutritionists haven't yet realized how food freedom comes about - i.e. through distancing oneself from addictive & overprocessed "food stuffs" by your own self-loving choice to choose nourishment instead. It opens up your tastebuds and develops cravings for real whole foods. Thus, food becomes orgasmic & nourishing at once...It literally feels like you've been missing out your whole life on feeling so hydrated, satiated, and energized. The felt sense of connection and gratitude for Earth's bounty usually leaves little to no room for a troubled relationship with food (with the proper transitionary system especially).
Rejecting fast foods, refined sugars, junk food snacks, table salts, oils, animal products (which are inherently hormone-ridden), and other food formulations which create addictive habits can first look like a knuckle-gripping self-disciplinary method. Many get wary that it will cause or worsen disordered relationships with food. Rarely is an eye batted at the nutritionist who encourages eating junk foods and fast foods on a regular basis for a "balanced" mindset. The paradox is that animals who get a taste of these foods lose all sense of balance with food. Disordered relationships with food are only a reality because of non-real foods.
There is nothing wrong with facing the reality that there are such things as unhealthy foods. Unhealthy food cravings and binges are only done on less-than-ideal foods. Such foods should never be seen as something-I-may-never-ever-have-again or a food-I-can-no-longer-eat. That will mess you up psychologically and increase the craving tenfold! Plus, it won't be interpreted by the body as a loving act to ignore those cravings. It will feel like punishment. Mindset shifts are necessary in healing one's relationship with food because some of what we considered foods alter our normal psychology. Instead, it's much healthier to think in terms of these-are-the-foods-that-are-perfect-for-me. By that, I mean, that many of the foods which we all know shouldn't be eaten on a regular basis cause us to act within the realm of our "lower selves," as you could say. They increase our impatience, anxiety, temper...they throw us out of balance (nothing is wrong with recognizing any morsel of impatience, anxiety, or anger within you. The issue is when it begins to unconsciously rule you).
But yes, this is how we make self-loving choices at all. This is real discipline. You notice that a certain action will be much more worthwhile. And so, you choose it. And you delight in the journey that action takes you along. And that becomes your new normal.
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FOOD FREEDOM AFFIRMATIONS
"I nourish myself on ripe, juicy fruits, satisfying greens, and warm herbal teas."
"Junk foods are not suited for someone like me."
"I treat myself with a rich rainbow of colors everyday."
"I easily express the fullness of myself when I'm running on high quality fuel."
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Transitioning to this stage (swapping your self-injurious habits for soul-nourishing ones) doesn't happen overnight, however. I have described a bit about how to progressively upgrade towards a more mindful and healing experience with your food. Some things can include: eating leafy greens or drinking a herbal tea (preferably unsweetened, strongly steeped, and a bitter herb) alongside the food you wish to let go of; wise usage of colon hydrotherapy (I recommend lemon & distilled water enemas in particular); eating fruit as your first meal of the day; eating at least 1 lb of leafy greens daily; finding healthier swaps; filling your feeds with inspiring accounts filled only with displays of real foods; preparing your meals at home (this is one of the most pivotal moves you can make!); having a green juice/smoothie daily; start with your favorite produce then branch out and try more; learning to select fresh, ripe fruits; healing mindset shifts & affirmations; trying & creating staple recipes that suit you on every level; etc!
#txt#mindsets#food centric herbalism#self healing#food freedom#nourishing foods#whole food plant based#herbalism#wfpb#ahimsa#yoga#nutrition#food addiction#plant based lifestyle#holistic leveling up#leveling up#that girl#green juice girl#slow living#soft living#mindfulness#self love#self care#higher self#ed recovery#clean eating#sidewalkchemistry
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im finally sick of my brain being shitty enough to make an appointment with a psychiatrist, but in the meantime i thought i might ask you this: in your wonderful answer to my ask re writer's block you mentioned burnout, which im pretty sure is whats happening to me. i dont want to ask you to give me a long answer if you dont have the energy for it, but i would like to know your thoughts on the matter. its been head empty hours over here 24/7 for months, lol, i miss creating
Helloooo,
I actually have written about burnout quite a bit because I've gone through burnout er, quite a bit... In fact I'm going through it again right now.
I have written a fairly long post about it in the past, so that's there if you want to read it.
I've had different kinds of burnout. I've had 'I couldn't write for years' burnout (literally, after university I just couldn't write anything for years and just assumed it was dead and gone because I didn't want to do it either), I've had burnout that's lasted months (even while like...writing as I am now), and so on.
A lot of dealing with burnout is just...resting more. Taking the pressure off yourself more. Grieving that you can't create right now without guilt-tripping yourself for it, a sort of 'I mourn that I can't do it, but there's nothing wrong with me and I am not failing because I can't do it. I need rest and care.' You can try little writer's block tricks here and there when you want to prod again. You can try other kinds of creativity. I can't write like I used to write, so I tried fanfiction. I can't write like I used to write fanfiction, which is why I've never written another Game Theory, because I just...don't want to write another story like that right now (I mean specifically all the sex every chapter, not the politics lmao). I've been feeling an urge to write poetry lately.
For you, through burnout, low-stakes creativity may help. Stuff that can be automatic (cross-stitch kits, where you're just doing someone else's pattern and don't need to really think about it beyond the stitching), colouring books. Or stuff that's low-stakes for you. For me that's often poetry. For you it might be something else.
I also think of getting through burnout where I can't create anything as needing to 'refill the well.' I catch up on shows I've been missing (writing as much as I do actually gives me no time for reading / watching media), I read books, I watch movies, I listen to new music and comfort music, etc. If my well is empty, rest will partially fill it, but so will inspiration. Watching Studio Ghibli for example almost always makes me think 'I want to write the way this makes me feel' - even if I don't write it, that little urge is like, a pulse or spark of alive-ness that gives the well a drop more inspiration for when I'm ready to write again.
It's very different for everyone though. It's important to address the basics - sleep, medications, quality of life, hydration, being well-fed, health (as much as health is possible) etc. If you're anxious and have insomnia and skip meals and forget to drink water etc. then it's back to square one with just...doing your best there. If that's mostly covered, then burnout is often just about meaningfully resting your mind.
I'd also add that there's different kinds of rest. Physical rest (sleeping / stretching), sensory rest (unplugging from screens and social media and overstimulation), emotional rest (time and space to express your feelings), spiritual rest (connecting with something greater than yourself - going into nature, community, giving, meditation etc.), mental rest (breaks, journalling), creative rest (like the cross-stitch and stuff I mentioned above) and social rest (spending relaxing time with people who love you as you are now).
So it's also worth looking at maybe... you're only focusing on one or two kinds of rest right now. Sometimes burnout requires that you address more of them. <333
There's no easy way through, because rest is the easiest way through, and rest is very hard (and not always possible to the degree we need it) for all of us in this day and age. Be gentle with yourself. I wasn't going to write a post as long as this but actually as someone who needs to hear these things myself right now, maybe you might need to hear some of them as well.
The main thing is burnout doesn't last forever, it's cyclical, it's not like chronic fatigue, or other chronic illnesses. Even people with chronic fatigue (like me!) can experience burnout cycles. So this will pass! You may not feel like writing again in the same way, and that's okay, whatever new version of you evolves out of your current exhaustion, I hope you enjoy that version of yourself, and learn to care for and show compassion to the current version of your tired self as well <3
#asks and answers#burnout#creative burnout#pia on writing#look burnout is just really hard actually#there's no easy answers#like writer's block is hard but writer's block isn't hard like burnout is#because often in that exhaustion#we don't have the energy to care for ourselves properly#so do what you can#when you can#and be gentle with yourself
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20 fic writer questions
Thanks to all of y'all, @read-and-write- @daisymae-12 @inexplicablymine @celaestis1 @kiwiana-writes, for the tags!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
18 including my catch-all for drabbles which I update sporadically
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
77,357
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Red, White and Royal Blue as of right now
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
The Super Six Take a Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair
Prince Henry and FSOTUS Alex Claremont-Diaz Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions
ALEX CLAREMONT-DIAZ COMMUNES WITH HIS ANCESTORS WHILE EATING SPICY WINGS | Hot Ones
Prince Henry and FSOTUS Alex Claremont-Diaz Take a Couples Quiz
10 Things Alex Claremont-Diaz Can’t Live Without
Y'all love a YouTube/scriptfic, plus the Alex bias is showing y'all 👀👀
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, always, they are the air I breathe, the water I drink, etc. Comments are pretty much everything to me especially at this stage of my writing, I totally get why people with a greater readership may not be able to do this.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't really have angsty endings lol I'm such a fixer; I wrote a drabble where they're elderly and moving out of the brownstone (I hc them always living there) and so that's a bit sad.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
My fics all pretty much have happy endings but the happiest has to be for my 5+1 Water over Blood (five times a member of the Royal family loved Alex, and one time they loved Henry; featuring FirstPrince as uncles). It's so sweet you'll get a cavity.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No and I'm such a people pleaser it would be a Tough Time
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Not really, if it's part of the plot I mostly have made allusions and faded to black. For some WIPs it's genuinely part of the plot so that'll change and I'm probably gonna need some help lol.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Kinda. PJO x RWRB WIP and my PJO x Grey's Anatomy are the closest, but they're not really true crossovers, we just put the RWRB characters in the Riordanverse for PJO and I heavily drew on Grey's as an influence for the other one, but they're not at Seattle Grace.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not to my knowledge, it would be an insane honor though
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
We will never shut up about PJO x RWRB, Super Six and the Siren's Call, which I'm currently co-writing with @read-and-write- and @inexplicablymine and it's literally a life-changing experience.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Percabeth probably wins in terms of length of time (I shipped them before shipping was a thing), but FirstPrince will probably be up there when it's all said and done.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
So I have a doc with an AU of someone else's RWRB fic which is one of the biggest barriers to me making more progress on it b/c I feel weird about that, their story just totally inspired an idea and I had to get it down on (digital) paper
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think I'm pretty solid at dialogue and one-liners, especially with funny lines, even though I wouldn't necessarily call myself a funny person. Same with funny titles.
I feel so weird saying what I'm good at, but I also think I'm really nailing Alex's characterization, both inner monologue and his dialogue. I also recently realized I'm pretty solid at writing Nora I think? @read-and-write- and @inexplicablymine will have to verify, they've read that WIP
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Actions, I just want to be like "and then this happened and then this happened and then everything was fixed." I just haven't mastered artfully describing movement between spaces for example.
Also sometimes I'll rush to get to a certain scene because I'm writing chronologically, so then I have to go back and make the middle part of the story better because I neglected it.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I'm...okay. I feel mildly confident in writing Spanish, but I double check using SpanishDict and triple check with @read-and-write-(God Bless You). Anything more than a couple of words/a sentence or two and I'm not there, I definitely try to use English writing structure for the Spanish language which simply doesn't line up perfectly.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Officially: RWRB, unofficially: HP, as a kid I just wrote my own post-canon stories and created tons of fan art
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I'm gonna cheat and say two:
proudest for plot/writing reasons: How well you play...that's up to you (Grey's-inspired fic)
favorite YouTube fic: ALEX CLAREMONT-DIAZ COMMUNES WITH HIS ANCESTORS WHILE EATING SPICY WINGS | Hot Ones (this idea inspired me to write the whole series)
also the PJO AU is probably going to be my favorite very soon
I kind of let these build up so sorry if I missed someone's! No pressure tags but I'd love to see your answers! @raysletters @heybuddy-drabbles @14carrotghoul @sherryvalli @affectionatelyrs @littlemisskittentoes :)
#rwrb fanfic#fanfiction#ask game#SSaSC#percy jackson#greys anatomy#red white and royal blue#tag game
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hey friend, sorry if this is a little personal or you don’t want to answer, please feel free to ignore, but why did you decide to give up alcohol? i want to myself and i think i should, but i’m having trouble giving myself the push to get there. i’m worried about things seeming bleak, or boring, or that i’ll have to explain everywhere. any advice or inspiration is much obliged. congrats!!!!!
hey! no bestie it isnt too personal at all! im super open about stuff like this so please feel free to ask anytime you have questions! im happy to be a support for you because this has been hard but its also been so so so worth it and i will never look back!! <3 my response may be triggering for some due to the content so im gonna put it under a cut! so trigger warning: alcohol, blacking out.
for starters some people just cannot handle alcohol the same way - its literally a brain, chemical thing... some people just can't do it. for me it was endless nights of blacking out, having no idea what i said or did, sick of throwing up all the fucking time and ruining clothes and rugs. im one of the people that if i have one drink it will almost definitely turn into six which turns into ten which turns into black out. i was a nice drinker, i got real obsessed with how much i love everyone and was super friendly so that wasnt apart of my issue. i just felt like... i dont remember what i did or said. it triggered my ptsd and anxiety, every single day after i went hard drinking i would be an anxious mess and feeling suicidal because i was embarrassed or anxious that i had done or said something super humiliating even though that wasnt my track record. i just dont have a healthy ability to stop. i have no off button once the alcoho hits my system so i cannot control how much i drink. i tried that, may times and it never worked. its an all or nothing kind of thing for me.
i also chase the dopamine hit - every sip of alcohol once you start to feel drunk continues to feel like a dopamine hit! thats why you dont realize youre drinking way more than you want to sometimes, because once your kind of out of your normal mindset it takes over and tells you its a great idea..... at least for me it did!
my girlfriend and i went to a taylor swift themed night a bar just days after our decision to get sober and we thought it would be terrible and uncomfortable and i was like "i cant sing or dance without alcohol no way this is gonna be fun" and we did have a wonderful time! there are so many fun mocktails and almost every bartender ive ever come across will be more than happy to throw something fun together for you if youre worried about being able to go out out.
my father is an alcoholic and he and i are estranged because of it. he has been extremely, extremely sick lately with liver and kidney issues from his drinking. and for obvious reasons, i dont wish to repeat that cycle in my near future.
pro tip: if you're somewhere where you order your own drink privately if you get a soda water/sparkling water with lime and ask for it in a rocks glass no one will ever know you arent drinking! i do this a lot when at weddings or parties because i dont feel like talking to drunk assholes about how great they think being drunk is lmao
anon i am more than happy to clarify anything or answer any further questions you have!! its intense to go at this alone, so seriously i got you if you need anyone. <33
alcohol can absolutely be a fun tool if used responsibly and great for celebrations and all that fun stuff but like... you dnot need it to enjoy it. but its expensive, too - in so many ways! so you save money if you just get yourself a pretty lil soda with lime and prance around and just have fun being yourself without a substance taking control for you.
im actually learning a lot more about myself and what i really want and need out of social situations because im in control of myself and my autonomy instead of not remembering what even happened.
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Hi hi! I don't have a question for The King's Tree but I do have a little idea that that came to me while reading it and thought I'd share it 💕
So in The King's Tree, bondmarks grow in the presence and in response to their soulmate, which got me wondering what if bondmarks also responded when a soulmate treats their soulmate wrongly? Depending on the severity maybe it just hurts a little or hurts a lot or maybe even wilts? Wilts to the point it "dies"?
I was thinking what if in Chapter 5 after the diamond auction when Porsche is feeling violated getting drugged, kidnapped, assaulted by Vegas and then being punished for it after Kinn (albeit unintentionally) gave him permission to drink the water and he knows that Kinn knows that he intentionally threw Porsche to the wolves with Big and Ken will gleefully beat him during the punishment.....what if Porsche's bondmark "dies"? As in wilts completely, all color faded, leaves fallen off the branches, the trunk once a lively brown now a dead ash grey and now leaves him with a constant deep ache in his arm? And Porsche has never heard of this happening with a bondmark before and thinks "this is it" and assumes that this means he and Kinn are no longer soulmates, they've lost their chance. But only Porsche will have to carry that mark and that ache (literally and metaphorically).
But ofc KinnPorshe is endgame so his bondmark is not actually dead but can only come back to "life" once Kinn earns it/proves himself. And Porsche feels his bondmark burst back to life when Kinn takes the bullet for him. And it doesn't just retake the growth level it was at before it "died" but grows further to the growth level we see in the hospital. But bc I still want a little angst, there are still a few branches that have no leaves, still a few areas on the trunk that look more ashy then lively. All the more guilt for Kinn once he sees this and finds out why (no this is totally not me being petty towards Kinn and saying he can go through a lil more angst for what he did to my baby Porsche 😂)
But those "dead" areas are in the minority and for a long time Kinn still feels guilty when he sees those areas but Porsche tells him that he sees it as sign of how far they've come, that though there are still those "dead" (dark) times in their past, the parts of the bondmark that are ALIVE are so much more prominent and are made more beautiful by the fact that it wasn't an easy road to get where they are. To Porsche it's like carrying their whole story in his bondmark, both the good and the bad.
Okay, whee, big box!
First of all, let me say is it AWESOME and a HUGE compliment that I could inspire you to do some imagining of your own! That's something any creator wishes for and hopes to achieve.
Also, for you and for anyone who's curious about my writing process, the idea of having bondmarks wither did occur to me, and I thought about it in the brainstorm phase. I scrapped the idea early on for multiple reasons:
Simplicity: For a fantasy trope like a soulmates fanfic AU, simple rules help keep the story clearer.
Tension: I wanted the tension of the story to focus on the hiding and revealing of the bond between Kinn and Porsche. "What does Porsche have to do to keep the secret? What if the mark gets too big to hide? When and how will the secret come out?" Those were the questions I wanted readers thinking about. I decided that additional tension about the bondmark withering would dilute focus... which comes back to simplicity!
Balance/Empathy: For my purposes, the bondmark withering would have skewed the balance between Kinn and Porsche that I was aiming for.
Empathy is a BIG one, so let me unpack it:
I love both Kinn and Porsche, but I think of the two, the fandom has a harder time understanding and empathizing with Kinn. Porsche is easy to get, relatable, a plucky guy with money problems. Empathizing with Kinn takes more effort because his circumstances are so far removed from normal.
For TKT, the fact that Kinn made the decision to remove his seed? That alone caused pleeenty of negative audience sentiment toward Kinn. Loads. If I'd gone the "bondmark withering" route, it would have turned readers down a path I personally didn't want them to go: unyielding anger at Kinn and glowing empathy for Porsche.
Of course, this is just my reasoning, some insight into how I made my choices. Another writer would have made different choices, and that's the beauty of fanfic -- we all get to play in new and interesting ways!
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TAG GAME !!
so, I got tagged a while ago by iggy (@internetgremlin) and tbh I had totally forgotten, but here it is!!
i encourage anyone that want to answer to do it!!
adding a keep reading bc I wrote a lot on the DnD question
Favourite time of year?
Winter !!
Comfort food?
PASTA ALL THE WAY
Do you collect anything?
sadly I collect kpop merch, specially photocards, right now I'm focusing on enhypen's Jake. I also collect albums, currently I have one version of every enhypen album (one day I'll have one of each version), I'll be buying Ateez' comeback next month so I'll hopefully have it by my birthday
Favourite drink?
I'm a RedBull adddict lmao
Favourite song/artist?
okay, I'll start by listing the groups I stan (in no specific order) which are enhypen, txt, ateez and stray kids. now that the kpop groups are out of the way, I really love imagine dragons, 5 seconds of summer and a (I think underground) group called makeout monday
Current favourite songs?
I need to mention Answer and Turbulence by Ateez because I have a really deep connection to both of them. Also Shout Out and Polaroid Love by Enhypen which are songs that make me feel so many things,, I'm also never getting over 5SOS' Ghost of You and TXT's 0X1=LOVESONG
Favourite fic of mine?
it's got to be The Point or Ghost of You from my (currently inactive) kpop writing blog
Relationship Status:
I'm currently in a parasocial relationship with Jake Sim, we've been dating for half a year already
Favourite Colour(s):
literally any shade of blue
Song stuck in my head:
GUERRILLA BY ATEEZ
Last thing you googled:
How to turn off crossplay in fortnite
Time:
03:35 am GMT-4:00
Dream Trip:
it's either visiting Italy or Korean and Japan
Last thing you read:
other than fanfic, I'm currently ready the Legend trilogy
Last book you enjoyed reading:
assuming it's a finished book, the second book in the Legend trilogy, Prodigy
Last book you hated reading:
Collided from the Dirty Air series
Favourite thing to cook/bake:
BROWNIES, call me Felix because I'm cooking like a chef, I'm a 5 star michelin
Favourite craft to do in your free time:
does gaming count as a craft?
Most niche dislike:
I honestly have no idea
Do you have any sense of direction:
I used to, but ever since I moved to the capital I get lost so easily,,
Tell us about your D&D character:
okay so I have 3: Suna, Tatsumi and Aria, but I'm gonna talk about Suna and Tatsu (pics in that order, courtesy of this picrew) both of them are from a kimetsu no yaiba/demon slayer inspired campaign (which is currently on a hiatus that has lasted over 6 months, but should return shortly!!)
so, first we have the user of the water breathing technique suna, the girl that was born to be the perfect demon slayer. she's known about the existence of demons ever since she can remember, both of her parent being demon slayers and wanting her to be ready to face the world they live in. she trained all her life to join her parents, her free time being spent with the kid next door (which sets up the best and angstiest childhood friends to lovers storyline ever). she used to be really cheerful and welcoming, and it's only after her parents disappear that she closes herself off, the only 2 people able to get to her being the boy next door (kyojuro rengoku) and her dad's best friend, who took her in and finished her training. throughout the campaign she meets both naru and haru her teammates, developing different relationships with both of them, but caring about them in her own weird way. as time passes their missions start getting more dangerous until the inevitable happens and one of them died, haru, she managed to survive and closed herself once more due to the pain and guilt, pushing yasuhiro (the demon slayer sent to fill haru's place) away and mistreating him. then she lost the love of her life and once again she blamed herself for not being good enough to save those she cares about, so she spends all her time training eventually developing her own fighting style, and sacrificing herself to save both naru and yasuhiro.
then there's tatsumi, the character I created in case suna died. she's the polar opposite of suna. tatsumi didn't learn about the existence of demons until she received a letter from her brother yuuji, in which he apologized for keeping demons a secret from her and their family. determined to find her brother she decided to join the demon slayers. she became a user of the mist breathing technique, learning quickly and soon enough becoming a demon slayer herself, eventually catching the attention of the mist hashira himself, tokito, who took her under his wing so she would eventually become his successor if anything happened to him. due to the trust placed in her she was allowed to go on solo missions, which meant she could secretly look for yuuji. it was only after she came back from a mission that she was informed she would be joining a squad, taking the place of a recently deceased woman, only to find out one of the 2 remaining members had decided to leave the organization, leaving only her and yasuhiro in the team. tbh there's not a lot about tatsumi story wise because of the hiatus, but she's a literal ray of sunshine, doing everything to remain positive and lift the party's mood because she promised herself (and her brother) that she would never stop smiling, no matter how hard things got.
with my bestie (the player behind haru and yasuhiro) we have actually worked on a lot of different AU's for the characters, my personal favorite being the kpop au!! the ship dynamics are amazing !! (+ everyone is alive)
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You know how teenager rafe is gonna just be spiralling over reader going to prom with someone else? I’m going to cry cause like he’s a baby and he doesn’t know why he has these feeling for this one person that he’s always kind of orbited around?? And he knows she’s it for him but only deep down cause he’s trying to figure so much out and how could you know who you’re going to end up with at the age of 17 let alone 10 or 12 but he’s always known and aaaaah imagine that kind of love
an angsty little pre-series prom blurb partially inspired by this ^ ask that made me spiralll. thanks anon i hope u like this!
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new light blurb: before we knew — rafe cameron
new light series masterlist
obv takes place pre-series in high school! referenced in part 1
warnings: underage drinking
“Top, it’s not fucking funny.”
“It’s kinda fucking funny, Y/n/n. Like, way more than a little.”
Rafe had ditched the last fifteen minutes of statistics when he finished his test early today, and he’d been messing around on his phone for ten minutes waiting for the rest of you to come and get in Topper’s Jeep so you could all go to lunch off-campus today.
Rafe stands up straight from where he’d been leaning against the hood when he hears your voice approaching, his smile matching yours once you see him. “Hey, Rafe. How did your stats test go?”
“Good, hey, Y/n. What’s not funny?” he asks, opening the passenger side door for you before sliding into the backseat behind you.
“Oh, get this, Rafe,” Topper says, laughing. You just groan again, clicking your seatbelt on. “Griffin is gonna ask Y/n to prom. Tomorrow.”
Rafe blanches. “Griffin?”
He knew Griffin thought you were hot. Certainly had to hear it enough times in the pool at practice every day. Rafe always found himself biting back a remark—well, almost always. As captain, Rafe was able to tell everyone to run another play whenever he felt like it. The extra exertion in the pool was nothing compared to having to tread water and hear his teammate talk about you like that.
But even after all of that, he still had no idea Griffin had the balls to actually make a move on you. Because Rafe could tell you’d seriously rather die than ever give Griffin the time of day. And Griffin had been pursuing you without luck for months, even though you’d been trying to gently show you weren’t interested. Half of the time, Rafe wished you'd just tell him to fuck off.
The other half of the time, Rafe was considering just doing it for you.
Rafe clears his throat after his outburst, a finger digging into a hole in his jeans. “How do you know?”
“He just told me in PE,” Topper says. “He said he has this huge banner, and speakers, and he’s gonna do it at lunch right in the middle of the quad—”
“Topper.” You cut him off a bit more seriously this time; Rafe can hear the shift in your tone. You've always hated being anywhere close to the center of attention, getting embarrassed by the smallest things others wouldn’t even think about. If Griffin actually knew anything about you the way Rafe does, he’d know you wouldn’t like something big and flashy. “Can you stop?”
“Hey, cut it out, Top,” Rafe is saying immediately. Topper just rolls his eyes, but Rafe doesn’t care. “You okay?”
“Yeah, Rafe,” you say, smiling over your shoulder at him. “M’fine.”
“Do you want me to tell Griffin to—”
Topper laughs from the driver’s seat, clearing his throat to cover it up when you look over at him. You look back at Rafe, and his heart breaks at the worry in your face. “Don’t, Rafe.”
“Are you gonna say yes?”
“No,” you immediately laugh, looking at him like the idea is preposterous.
“Oh c’mon, Y/n/n. Can’t say no to him in front of all those people,” Topper teases. “And where the fuck is Kelce? I’m starving.”
“You’re right,” you sigh. “I don’t wanna embarrass him. I’ll just find him after school today and tell him I’m going with Kelce.”
Topper’s eyes widen, Rafe catches it in the rearview mirror before he hurriedly looks away. Rafe clears his throat, settling back into his seat from where he’d been leaning into the front space to talk with you. “You—uh, are you actually going with Kelce?”
“Yeah,” you nod, distracted by your phone. “We said we’d go together if we didn’t find dates. Kelce didn’t really wanna ask anyone after what happened last summer. And after nearly being set up with Top last night, I’m about ready to throw in the towel.“
Rafe looks to his friend that sits in the driver’s seat, who's looking straight at his lap, the back of his neck bright red. “Wait, you two?”
“It was just our parents, dude. Went to dinner at the club last night and our moms brought it up,” Topper mumbles. You giggle at the idea, completely unaware of the energy in the car right now.
“Yeah, sorry, Thornton. But no thanks. You and Emily should be really cute, though,” you say earnestly, patting his shoulder.
Topper just stares straight ahead. “Thanks, Y/n/n.”
“And then this thing with Griffin—I’m just so over the idea of finding an actual date at this point,” you sigh. “Plus, I know Kelce won’t put up a fight about the color scheme. I’m thinking like, aqua. Or maybe pink? I don't think I'd look good in gold.”
You'll look good in absolutely anything, and Rafe will just have to watch you from across the floor of the Island Club, while Kelce twirls you around the dance floor or holds you close during a slow dance.
The guy in question opens the car door and slides into the backseat next to Rafe right then, sighing as he slides his backpack off. “Sorry guys, coach stopped me in the hall. Where are we eating?”
Rafe glares at him.
“I want a smoothie,” you declare from the front seat.
“Fine with me,” Topper nods, pulling out of his parking spot. “Guys?”
“Can we go to that place with the deli next door? I’m so hungry,” Kelce says.
“Yeah, I like their açaí bowls,” you say, twisting around to look at Rafe one more time. He must not be able to hide his emotions as much as he thought, because your smile drops when you see him. “Rafe? Does that sound good?”
He turns his body to look out the window, eyes flicking back to yours one last time. “Not hungry.”
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Rafe meets Topper and Kelce at the dock later that night, the three of them intending to get drunk and maybe take Topper’s boat out if they felt like it.
Kelce is already there by the time Rafe pulls up, drinking a beer with Topper while they laugh at something on his phone.
And Rafe paces right down the dock, snatches Kelce’s phone out of his hand, and pushes him off the platform and into the water.
“Rafe, dude,” Topper says, immediately pushing him back by his chest.
“What the fuck?” Kelce sputters, spitting out water as he surfaces and climbs the ladder back up. “What is your fucking problem?”
“You couldn’t ask literally fucking anyone else? It had to be Y/n?” Rafe says, laughing indignantly. He looks down at where Topper is still keeping them separated. “And you—what the fuck—”
“I told you, man. It was just our moms. We didn’t even consider it,” Topper says, rolling his eyes.
“You both lied to me,” Rafe accuses. “Because you knew I’d be mad.”
“And why’s that, Rafe?” Kelce spits, reaching around Topper to try and push at his chest. “Why are you mad? Not like you were gonna ask her.”
“No,” Rafe says immediately. And he isn’t even lying; it’d never crossed his mind as a possibility. Which is why he can’t even begin to try and work out why he’s this upset about it. He didn’t do anything to stop this, but it’s still happening, and it’s making him crazy. “You know my dad’s making me take Reagan since we’re both on prom court.”
“That’s what I thought,” Kelce grumbles. “I was gonna tell you.”
“When?”
“Soon, I just—we made the plan so long ago, bro. Neither of us wanted to worry about dates… but I gave it time because I thought you might—I dunno,” Kelce trails off, shrugging. “I dunno.”
“Thought I might what?”
“Figure your shit out and ask her yourself,” Topper says, coming back from the boathouse with a towel that he passes to Kelce.
“Even if I could, Y/n/n would never say yes to me,” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head and reaching for the six-pack they were working through.
Topper scoffs back. “Oh, yeah ri—”
“Guess we’ll never know,” Kelce says, cutting him off while he dumps the water out of his shoes. He sighs at his soaked clothes before he looks back up at Rafe. “You know I’m not into her right? We’re just going as friends. It’s senior prom.”
“Why would I care what you’re going as?” Rafe says, shifting in discomfort, hand clutching his already-half-empty beer can a little tighter. “None of it even matters.”
“Whatever you wanna tell yourself, bro,” Kelce sighs, grabbing his phone out of Rafe’s hand and pushing past him to go change.
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“Nice taste, Y/l/n.”
You whirl around from where you’d been adjusting Kelce’s boutonnière (you’d only pricked him twice, which was a personal record for you) at the sound of Rafe’s voice, plastering on a smile before you face him. Your eyes drop to his attire immediately. “Oh shit, Rafe. We match.”
“I know,” he laughs. “My step-mom wants a picture.”
You furrow your eyebrows, shifting in your heels, the tule of your dress suddenly itchy against your legs. “Um. Shouldn’t you take one with Reagan?”
“We already took a million. From every angle. With every possible fucking pose,” Rafe sighs. “C’mon, please? Before the limo comes.”
Rafe grabs your hand and you look back at Kelce who just nods, downing some champagne. “Take care of my date, Cameron.”
You can see Rafe just shake his head where you trail behind him, leading you back to where Rose is talking to one of the other moms. “There you are. Your dress is beautiful! I wish we'd found one like that for Reagan. It looks great with Rafe's tuxedo.”
“Uh, yeah. It's nice to see you, Mrs. Cameron,” you say politely, ignoring the last half of what she said completely. She pulls up her phone and Rafe’s bringing you into his side, his hand resting in the middle of your back.
“This okay?” he murmurs, his breath fanning over your neck as he leans down.
“Yep,” you say quickly, but you can’t help but look around and catch multiple of your friends watching you, including Reagan, who promptly rolls her eyes once you make eye contact with her.
“Y/n, sweetie, just a few pictures for the newsletter,” Rose says, reminding you of your purpose right now.
“Right, sorry,” you say.
“Hey,” Rafe whispers. You look up at him, feeling his hand bring you closer to his body. “Take this a little more seriously, Y/l/n. Don’t you know that the next issue of the Island Club newsletter will be completely ruined without this one specific photo, that will probably be squished into the corner of a terribly- edited collage?”
You laugh in surprise, hitting him on his chest for joking about his step-mom right in front of her. “Rafe. Be nice.”
He just grins down at you, before straightening up and turning back to the camera. “If I’m nice, will you save a dance for me later tonight?”
You’re glad he’s not looking at you anymore, because then he’d see the way your smile faltered before you turn back to the camera as well. “Sure.”
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“How is my flask empty?” Kelce groans, tipping it over and shaking it out for emphasis.
“That’s what happens when you drink it all, bud,” you laugh, patting his shoulder. He rolls his eyes at you, linking his arm in yours as you both pass through the crowd to find Topper and his date, Emily. You all watch Rafe up on stage, waiting to inevitably be crowned prom king.
He was a shoo-in anyway, but you’d definitely distracted your English teacher with a conversation about the 1984 essay you just turned in while Topper and Kelce stuffed the ballot box he was meant to be guarding.
Rafe seemed like he couldn’t care less about stuff like prom court, just shaking his head when his name was announced over the speaker as a nominee three weeks ago at lunch.
And he’d dragged his feet through finding a date, just shrugging whenever you brought it up to him, prying partially for your own sake.
You couldn’t figure out why he seemed so averse to the entire event, but you supposed that was better than having to hear him go on and on about Reagan and how he asked her and what corsage he bought for her and if he was bringing her to after-prom—or anything else that would’ve dragged up some feelings you thought you’d firmly buried at this point, telling yourself for years that you never stood a chance with Rafe.
But the closer graduation got, the more you’ve been realizing that things with your friends would never be the same. Things with Rafe would never be the same.
“Kildare Academy, your prom king is Rafe Cameron,” the DJ says, snapping you out of your thoughts. Kelce and Topper cheer obnoxiously while you laugh, a little grateful they’re both drunk and distracted—so happy their plan worked (Rafe subtly flips them off behind his back as he’s crowned) that they can’t notice the way your shoulders slump as Rafe leads Reagan, just crowned queen, out to the middle of the dance floor while some Ed Sheeran song starts playing through the speakers. You’d roll your eyes at the terrible music selection if that was what you could focus on.
All you could focus on was wondering if Rafe would even remember that you promised him a dance tonight.
Kelce is dramatically bringing you into his arms as the prom court dance takes place, subtly turning you around so your back faces the stage and the court, smiling as he holds your waist. “C’mon, dance with me.”
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Rafe’s letting go of Reagan as soon as the song ends and everybody cheers, dashing off to the DJ booth after telling her he’d be back in a bit. She merely shrugged before adjusting her crown and going off to some friends.
“Hey man, can I pull some prom king privilege right now?” he says, leaning in to speak into the guys’ ear. “I have a song request.”
“Playlist is set, approved by the school,” he says dismissively.
“Thought you might say that,” Rafe grumbles, reaching into his breast pocket before he can take the time to wonder if he’s really going to do this—if he’s really going to bribe the DJ to play a song by your favorite band before he goes to cash in on that dance together that you’d promised.
He hands him a crisp hundred.
The DJ sighs, snatching it out of his hand and pocketing it while Rafe smirks in victory. “Alright, what song, country club?”
And then it's practically a race to find you before the Kid Cudi remix currently playing ends. Rafe heads off in the direction where Topper and Kelce had been yelling when he was on stage, evening his pace when he spots you jumping around with Kelce, your dress fanning around you while you laugh, the string lights illuminating your face.
You’re smiling so big that it stops Rafe in his tracks.
Guys had always shown interest in you, and you turned most of them down. Not all of them; Rafe still had to see you with guys who absolutely did not deserve you giving them the time of day, sometimes at parties or maybe at the Club. Rafe could usually lie to himself, write off these feelings as some protectiveness over you, a nice girl who’d been a good friend to him his entire life. Rafe was protective of all the people he held close in his life, why wouldn’t he look out for you, too?
But something must have changed, because now—now Rafe’s looking at you, and he knows time is running out before you both set off on your futures. He has three weeks of school left with you, then a summer of seeing you around. And then... that's it.
And now he’s looking at you, those feelings less and less ignorable with every single second closer Rafe gets to not having you around him every day anymore.
Those feelings are crowding every corner of his mind, finally coming to the surface after all of the drama with prom dates had forced Rafe to wonder why he couldn’t stand you going with Griffin or Topper or Kelce. Couldn’t stand thinking about you ever being with someone that wasn’t him—a reality he knows he’d have to get used to you a lot quicker than it took him to even realize he’d fallen for you.
Because the future’s coming, and maybe in the future you actually end up with someone like Griffin, or Mateo, or that guy from the party that one time, or that touron from New England that your parents tried to set you up with, some hotshot you brought home from California after a semester, or Kelce—even Topper. Your parents would love that one. And one day in this future, you’re running into Rafe on the soccer field; your kids play for the same team together. Rafe ended up settling for someone he could never like half as much as he loved you, and he sees you across the field with a sweater tied around your shoulders, chatting with all of the other moms. The lucky asshole you finally chose just watches you the way Rafe always had, the way he is now as you dance with his best friend, the way Rafe will probably never be able to stop himself from doing.
Or maybe there's another future without you, where you move away to somewhere that suits you; the Outer Banks had never good enough for you, in his mind. Maybe you stay in California after school. And you bring home that hotshot that’s perfectly matched for you, who gets to hold you and kiss you and have you. Rafe only gets to see you every once in a while, when you decide to grace the Outer Banks with your presence for the holidays or for Midsummers. Maybe in this scenario, Rafe was never able to find someone else, maybe he shows up solo while you flash your engagement ring when the old crew gets together for drinks—no, you wouldn’t do that. You’d be absolutely smitten with whoever won your heart, showing the ring he got you to your girl friends with an embarrassed little smile pulling at your lips while they all gush over it. And maybe one of your friends jokes about how Rafe used to have a crush on you. You'll just laugh and shrug it off, nodding—because you knew all along. Of course you knew, everyone had to know at this point. And Rafe can picture you merely laughing at his feelings for you as the other guy gets to pull you closer on his lap.
The opening chords of your song snap him out of his reverie. He can see the exact moment you realize what song it is.
Rafe beelines for you, holding his hand out as soon as he’s in your vicinity, fully pretending he hadn’t just realized he’s fallen for one of his closest friends in the middle of prom. Like he hadn't realized that he wasn't just into you, didn't just think you were cute or like the way you made him feel when you remembered his stats tests or wore his shirt to his water polo games. Like he hadn't just realized that no matter how many times he'd told himself it didn't bother him that much that you'd never come close to giving him the time of day, that he'd never forget what it felt like to not even be on your radar.
“You promised me a dance, Y/n.”
You look at him and his outstretched hand and smile, then look back to Kelce, who's quickly letting you out of his arms, casting an accusatory glance at Rafe. But then he smiles a little. “I'm gonna hit the restrooms.”
“Too bad our one dance is gonna be to a song by a band you hate,” you laugh, accepting Rafe's hand. Rafe’s on autopilot, his hands resting on your lower back while yours move to his chest, swaying the two of you in little circles. The song is already through with the first verse.
“I don’t hate this band,” he lies. But maybe it’s not a lie—how could he hate anything you loved?
“Okay, prom king,” you laugh, fiddling with his pocket square a little, the one that matches your dress. “Still can’t believe we ended up matching.”
“Great minds, Y/l/n,” he shrugs, eyes trained on your face. Your hands slip up around his shoulders, and you nudge the plastic crown on his head before leaving your arms to rest there, fingers locked behind his neck. Rafe pulls you closer. The second chorus was already starting up. Time was running out.
“I’m not sure what the optics are of our matching and you leaving the prom queen to come dance with your friend,” you say, your small smile turning into a frown. “Reagan already seemed pissed earlier.”
“Don’t worry about her,” Rafe says. “It’s just you and me right now.”
“When we go off to college, I think I might just miss you, Cameron,” you say, smiling.
And Rafe might not ever get to tell you how he feels, or ever be with you the way he wants to, but at least he got to dance with you at his senior prom.
“I know I'm gonna miss you.”
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Anklets and Necklaces
Inspired by this tweet.
@5-secondsofcolor I’m not sorry.
Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.
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Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when it’s off, he feels a little incomplete. It’s an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.
“Okay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or I’m going to get hangry,” she states.
Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. “Oh no. Not hangry,” he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. “What do you want? Thai? Mexican?”
“Would you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?”
The pout on her lips makes him laugh, “No, I could never. Usual then?”
“Yes, please.”
Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. “Be lucky you’re cute,” she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. “And squishy.”
“Ain’t nothing on me squishy,” he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.
She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while it’d be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. “I think all the right things on you are squishy.”
“Yeah, what are those?”
“Your cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.”
Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. “Take that back.”
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.”
Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that it’s all out of love--what’s she’s saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. “Be lucky I love you.”
“I am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. It’s not like we don’t do that anyways.”
And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person that’s been with him on his bad mental days. She’s been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person that’s been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.
“Cat got your tongue now, huh?”
This--this Calum can respond too. It’s all too easy. “I know what else my tongue can have.”
“I know something your tongue can have too.”
“Really now?” Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes though. So that’s up to you.”
“Not nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,” she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.
“Besides what?” he prompts again.
“Besides, I need the mail to be delivered first.”
“What did you buy?”
“You’ll see later. I promise. It’s really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But I’ve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set I’m trying to complete.”
There’s the black mesh set that she’s slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasn’t any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. “Which one is it?”
“I’m not saying.”
“Oh please,” he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.
“No, Calum. I’ve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-” she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”
Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “This is killing me, you know?”
“Well, you ain’t dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.”
“Begrudgingly--I want you to know that.”
She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. “Your sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.” The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” she calls.
“I’m good,” he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. “You watching that?”
Calum answers with a shrug. He wasn’t anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadn’t slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.
“Go crazy,” he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on.
The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes it’s the mail. When it’s not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. “Your nugs, my queen,” he teases.
“Thank you, my good sir,” she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. “You wouldn’t have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?”
Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. “No, why would I ever want that?”
“Oh I don’t know,” she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Duke’s paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.
Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? It’s not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. It’s just her, when she’s munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. It’s when she hums as she cooks. It’s the dancing she does when she’s cleaning. It’s the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.
It’s when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said she’d be damned if she didn’t make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calum’s not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.
And it’s just the moments that she’s not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.
“I love you,” he states.
She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. “I love you.” Her brows furrow just a little. “You okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
“If you didn’t want McDonalds, I could’ve done something else. Literally anything else,” she continues on almost as if she hadn’t heard him.
“It’s not the food,” he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m okay.”
She nods. “Okay.”
“I just love you, that’s all. Wanted to share it with you.”
Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. “Good because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
“I wouldn’t dare dream of getting rid of you.”
Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. “Do you want me to screen it for you?”
“Yes please!” If it’s one of the guys, they won’t mind her answering. If it’s someone important, he doesn’t want to miss the call.
“Calum’s phone,” she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. “Okay, Ash. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. “No, I can’t say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?” Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. “Yeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. I’m going to pass along the phone now.”
She hands the phone over. “He said it was important.”
“Thank you,” Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Ash?”
Calum’s not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashton’s trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but it’s not there. And Ashton’s trying to make sure that he doesn’t miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.
But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, they’re laughing. Calum doesn’t even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But it’s closed fully.
“You okay, gramps?” Calum asks Duke.
“Oh fuck off, mate!” Ashton laughs.
“Not you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.”
“Oh!” Ashton giggles. “Sorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.”
“I don’t have to try and do that to you.”
“Oi, don’t start something bro.” The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Duke’s ears. “Alright, thanks for confirming that meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow in the studio?”
“Yeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.” The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. It’s not exactly something new--as in something that she’s never worn before. But it doesn’t mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.
The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.
“So,” Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. “Not the black lingerie I was anticipating.”
“No, I’m waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didn’t like the collar I liked so I’m still searching.”
“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just too similar to one we already bought.”
“You’re right, but still.”
Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. “But enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.”
She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. “It’s less about the outfit and more about these,” she says, tapping at the thin black band.
“And those are?” Calum asks. It’s one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly it’s some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. “Oh,” he breathes.
She continues slowly to approach Calum and when she’s just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calum’s entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon it’s black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.
“A harness garter belt--what do you think?” she asks in a whisper.
Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. “I think you look beautiful,” he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.
Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. “Not too silly?”
His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think it’s too silly? There’s nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. “Angel--I’ll be damned if I ever think this is silly.”
Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. “Thank you, love.”
Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. “So you said this technically isn’t lingerie?”
“No--I don’t think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.”
They share a kiss, much too quick for Calum’s liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesn’t really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. “I like it. In fact,” Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. “I really like them.”
Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calum’s fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. It’s feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. “Cal,” she hums.
“Yes baby?”
There’s nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if she’s at peace with him between her legs.
“Was there something you wanted to say, darlin’?” Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.
With her eyes still closed, she smiles. “I want to know,” she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, “if you’d so kindly want to make love to me?”
Calum can’t help his own small tuft of laughter. “Darlin’, I’d do so happily.” They don’t always wind up in bed like this--but it’s nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.
Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. “Give me a twirl,” he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. “Silly girl,” Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.
Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. “But you love it.”
“I do. I love you.”
They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks she’s going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that she’d love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.
Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.
Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like it’s being set on fire. One that he’d happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.
His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. She’s always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close she’s willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.
Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. “Yes?” she grins standing to her full height.
Calum presses their foreheads together. “I missed you.”
“Well how dare I keep a man like you waiting?” With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. “Turn around,” he whispers into her ear, “please.”
The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesn’t want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.
“Oh,” he groans. “So wet for me,” he hums with approval.
“Always for you,” she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.
Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Taste just like heaven,” he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.
More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calum’s tongue licks a wide stripe up her. He’s careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness won’t last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.
She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess she’s bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calum’s name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldn’t possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.
“Fuck,” she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.
Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days it’s just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. “Gonna be a good girl?” Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.
“Yes, oh yes, I will.”
“Gonna cum for me?”
“I want to, yes I’ll come for you. Make me your good girl.” Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s not fully cognizant of what she’s saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.
Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and she’s pleading. Though, she’s not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.
Then it finally happens, one moment she’s sure she’s nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that it’s too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.
Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. “You’re beautiful, you know?” he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.
“No kidding?” she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calum’s tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.
Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and she’s quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.
He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. “Baby,” he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.
When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. “Welcome back, handsome,” she greets.
“Oh, it’s so good to be back,” he returns, grinning.
She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. There’s no way he’s real and it shouldn’t ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.
“What are you thinking about?” Calum asks.
“How much I love you,” she answers softly.
“I love you too,” he returns, bending down to kiss her. It’s soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. It’s a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.
“I haven’t forgotten, love,” he exhales in a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I could never forget.” Once lined up, Calum’s slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that she’s ready to take him.
Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. He’s slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.
The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.
The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. “God,” she huffs. “You’re everywhere.” And though it’s a bit of strain to get the words out because Calum’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.
“You always take me so well,” he praises, watching the way her face contorts. “Oh, so soon, love? You’re going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.”
Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Please, baby, please,” she begs.
“As you wish,” he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath she’d definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.
“Shit, oh my god,” she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.
There’s a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It won’t be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Made me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,” she hums.
And while Calum’s trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. “Fuck,” he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and he’s so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.
She doesn’t say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. “Oh, that’s what I wanted,” she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.
They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. “Don’t--I can’t,” he laughs.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. He’s slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and it’s almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Sleepy now,” she returns.
“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we can nap.” His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.
The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. “I want pancakes after our nap,” she mutters.
“I think we still have some blueberries.”
She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. “It’s like you can read my mind.”
Calum laughs. “Maybe just a little bit.”
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interlude: yes in a heartbeat
Word count: 879
Warnings: none
Author’s note: hi <3 this interlude almost didn’t happen because the words were just not coming to me ngl ngl but!! my loneliness on a friday night inspired me because i want this 😁. i want this so bad 😩. sorry it’s very cheesy, very lovey dovey. it’s just who they are. literally an explosive duo only when they explode is just pink, rainbows and butterflies. i hope they’re happy forever.
p.s. let this be a hint of the mood i’m in because chapter ten is being cooked as we speak and baby it’s gonna be something. out on sunday btw! <3 xx
This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x
interlude: yes in a heartbeat
Stranger danger.
Lucy knows better – in every sense. She’s way too easy-hearted to let herself trust too easily, indulge too quickly, voice the yes in a heartbeat that flashed in her mind the moment this turn of events was propositioned to her. That same yes in a heartbeat that has her actual heart rate running slightly erratically as the pink-haired boy to her right narrates an oddly detailed story of his first time babysitting a certain Soo-Soo, as he calls her.
Stranger danger but for all the wrong reasons. Or the right ones, depending on your outlook on things.
The city is eerily quiet, something she finds comforting – his voice the only noise that echoes amongst the tall buildings and vast streets. The city is lit in a way that reminds Lucy of her favourite movie when she was a teenager and she can’t quite grasp why, on her countless walks to the diner after a night out, she’d never caught this cinematic drift.
“Did you know babies can’t drink water when they’re like, really little?”
Jimin’s question catches her off-guard and she giggles.
“No. But noted.”
It’s because she’d never understood it until now. The whole ‘she thought the view was pretty but he thought he was prettier’ quotes she would swoon over when it was her fragile heart against the world in middle school – the first time she ever got her heart broken. It didn’t take much to break it, which can only mean it didn’t take long to fix it.
And perhaps the problem is not the tearing and mending but the overall wreckage – growing up and realizing that quotes in a book are just that and that her life wasn’t the other side of a cinematic parallel. Realizing that she was just an ordinary girl with extraordinary ideals for the world, for love.
When Jimin holds her hand in his, cautiously at first, he debunks all her theories. Little by little he mends – not the tear and wear but the cruelty of the world that made a heart so big tremble in the face of hope.
“Is this okay?” When he asks her this, she ponders on the answer for a while. Not because it’s not okay but because the small action has her feeling so jolted, she begins to get a little superstitious.
“Yes, it’s more than okay.” She manages words but her voice is shaky. She’s nervous and for once is her life, she likes the feeling.
He takes her words as command, entwining his fingers in hers and resuming his story. Their hands swing in-between the two of them and Lucy has to put a little too much thought into not looking down and contemplating their tangled fingers.
After a couple of minutes, she gets used to it. In consequence, she gets used to him. And so, they walk – hand in hand, his sweet voice matching the sweet smile that grows in her face as she disarms into the moment, ridding herself of parallels. This is their universe and nothing before has slightly compared.
~
“Waffle fries.”
“No way – I like it old school.”
“Wha- waffle fries are way better.”
Lucy smiles, endeared by the way he rests his case with a pout – one so sweet she almost breaks.
“I can’t even match them down to a moment in history. It’s trop Americain for me.”
“Say that again.”
Lucy’s cheeks paint a pretty pink tint in her soft skin, eyes looking down as she says, “trop Americain.”
Jimin’s index finger gently grazes her chin, caressing for a second before he pushes her face upwards, making their gazes meet again. “Mademoiselle Lucy?”
She rolls her eyes, softly chuckling at his goofiness. “Yes?”
“Can I kiss you right now?”
Her heart doesn’t let her brain conduct another thought before she’s softly whispering her answer to him.
“Yes.”
When Jimin kisses Lucy the world grows softer. Gentler. He thinks the moment very much resembles her whole essence. The way she talks, the way she feels. The way her voice goes velvety when she talks about something that makes her eyes shine is quite similar to the way her lips feel. He’s pretty sure that if he kisses her like this for one more breath his heart will pretty much leap to her. So, he does.
When he pulls away, he’s faced with something he rarely experiences – nerves. She looks so pretty, even in the cool diner light. His eyes fixate on every little freckle that adorns her nose and he can hear his insides screaming.
“French fries had a moment in history?”
“Yes – they’re not actually French, they originated in Belgium. During the winter, villagers would-” Jimin’s question had been rhetoric, an ice breaker to ease the feeling growing inside his heart. And just like that, with random culinary facts and those shiny eyes, she teared his plan apart. “Fry potatoes as opposed to fish, which they would fry during the summer. American soldiers discovered it and labelled it the French fry because, well, the main language spoken was French.”
He stares at her. Half amused, half in shock. It doesn’t take him long to break out in laughter.
“What?” She says, “you asked.”
No more easing the heart for Jimin.
He kisses her again.
~
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