#i've had this idea in my head for actual MONTHS so i'm glad i finally drew it out lol
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#prints are available on my INPRNT!!!#this one was fun#i like drawing shiny things#i love this trio#i've had this idea in my head for actual MONTHS so i'm glad i finally drew it out lol#stranger things 4 fanart#stranger things fanart#stranger things#stranger things 4#st#st4#eddie munson#eddie the freak munson#dustin henderson#steve harrington#steddie#maybe? a lil?#they're coparenting so i'm calling it steddie
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As someone else who's in the process of burning out just surviving, and has lost sight of why I enjoyed art in the first place, would you be willing to share some of the things you've tried to get back on your feet? Super glad that you're doing so much better, btw.
First: It's actually become a job for me to help artists reconnect to their art through my mentorship workshop with everything I have learned, and I consider myself very good at it. I've been doing it for about 4 years now. If you or any other artist would like direct help with recovering from burn out please check out the service page of my website and testimonials from previous clients.
To answer your question:
A lot of my own personal stabilization just came as a result of wanting the experience of making art to be comfortable. It wasn't a choice anymore. After my father passed I relaxed for about 3 months -- longest I went without drawing in my life since I started freelancing -- and when I sat back at my desk I just couldn't make myself work under the same pressure. I'd try to force myself to draw and it made me want to cry instead. I quickly learned I could only create if I felt comfortable and drawing felt gentle, so I had to accept moving forward if I wanted to continue being as productive as before I needed to find a way of working that eliminated stress or using will power, which means working in a way that was renovated from the ground up. I couldn't go back. How I was making art was over. I needed it to be repaired. I had no idea what that looked like, so it was truly trial and error.
A fact about me is I have a very high sensory/pain threshold naturally (I also recently learned I was autistic over the pandemic, imagine that has something to do with it) so I've always been historically bad at ignoring my physical limitations because I rarely felt them unless my body broke down on me, and when it did I treated myself with annoyance and forced myself to work through it. I'm talking like no sleeping for 3-4 days straight, or coming home after a kidney stone to finish a comic page still shaky on pain and morphine and then feeling bad at myself for being lazy. To say my old work habits were highly self abusive is an understatement. So when I started addressing everything that was an inconvenience and uncomfortable, it ended up correcting everything I was ignoring or failed to consider a problem until it was past due.
To cut a long story short, a list of material changes to my life that improved my health:
I got medicated, finally. I'm extremely bipolar. Always have been. Drawing between periods of oscillating between feeling divinely invincible vs ideating suicide every waking moment vastly became easier to manage.
I got glasses. I'm farsighted, but it was never a problem for me since I could see fine -- ooor so I thought. Turns out when you're farsighted you're focusing constantly without even realizing it. Turns out getting glasses gave me 80% of my mental space back so I suddenly had more energy, generally more awake, and more focused. No one talks about farsightedness so I had absolutely no idea I was burning myself out physically just being able to see. Worth mentioning!
Started seeing a massage therapist and a chiropractor regularly. I always thought of those things as luxuries, not necessities. Which was extremely stupid. Maintaining my physical body through directly working out kinks in it became something like brushing my teeth or showering -- it's just something you do to make sure health and hygiene isn't making you dysfunctional and rotting you. My body no longer breaks down.
For the same reasons as above, maintained seeing my therapist regularly even if I felt fine or had no issues to work out. I realized I was always quick to end support as soon as I felt I didn't need it anymore (again treating it as a luxury) so making the space in my life for mental/emotional check ins kept my head organized. My therapist is bewildered by me and has no idea what to do with me because she feels she's not doing anything. I just tell her by me making the space for me to explain myself at all, even if all I was doing was describing how I was fine, was the help. She's great.
Got a cappuccino machine. May seem stupid but being able to make gourmet coffees from my kitchen every morning really genuinely improved my life and mind more than getting medicated.
Got a dog. He's amazing. I love him. Very warm and loving companion, and such a gentle soul. He keeps me out of my head and gets me prioritizing walks every day, so my vitamin D intake increased massively. I don't have the luxury of staying in bed for 3 days straight in my depressive episodes anymore. I have to make the effort to leave it at least twice a day to walk and feed him and play with him. Like most people, I'm terrible at prioritizing for myself but will move worlds for those I love no matter where I'm at.
For personal habits I just reflected a lot on why I felt I had to will myself to draw when drawing is something I love doing most. It made no sense to resent doing what you devote yourself to doing. I changed -- and still changing -- my mental framing in how I think of working on art for it to be something I'm eager to do, not obligated to.
Hope this was educational.
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The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 03/March/2023
We're getting soooo much closer to release, guys! Aahh! :D
This week was mostly social media days, which were really a relief to throw myself into. Had great fun writing the content for Patreon and getting lost in the lore of Wayhaven with asks!
Glad patrons have been having fun with the Spring scenario poll already—glad you guys are choosing them because I would seriously struggle to decide, hehe! ;D
We've also been continuing working on Book Three release content, which will be starting very soon because it's April next month! Can you believe it??? We really want to get the word out about Book Three and Wayhaven as we're hoping to build things from here on so as we can start some really exciting ideas in the future (which we'll go more into after Book Three, as that's the main focus right now, obviously, hehe :D).
I did sneakily get a bit more early planning in on Book Four and, well, along with a change in story, the villain is also getting a personality make-over, lol! I've had this antagonist in my head for soooo long but then a new form of them just popped into my head as I was driving home from the hospital one night, and it has seriously stuck. I can't imagine them any other way now!
For people asking if April 6th is still the release date for Book Three—it is as far as I'm aware! I haven't heard any different. Hosted Games handles the release and decides the date, so I'm just here with you guys with fingers-crossed that it sticks, especially as we've planned the run-up to release with content!
We just want to say again how grateful we are for all of your support, well-wishes, and patience during this tough time with our mum <3 She was taken in for a sudden operation on Tuesday and then Wednesday, and though it's going to be very slow, it really looks like we're on the recovery path now! Finally! It's been such a huge relief after so long. I'm actually writing this update from a table at the hospital waiting until visiting hours start so as I can go see her!
Next week will hopefully be the start of the release run-up stuff, some more not-so-sneaky Book Four planning, and maybe a last look over Book Three if Hosted Games can get the files back to me after their proof-reader (fingers crossed!).
Hope you all have the most fantastic weekend! We'll be offline as usual, but I'll update you all again next Friday <3
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hiii love, not sure if you’re taking requests for Minho (maze runner) but if you are, could you write one where shy fem reader gets caught in a situation where her shirt accidentally rips up in front of everyone in the glade (you can choose the interesting situation of how that occurs lol) and she is bare, then feels vulnerable cause the gladers start whistling and stuff but Minho immediately takes his shirt off and covers her to protect her.
She feels safe with him and he is protective of her even though they haven’t talk much as she hardly sees him cause he’s a runner- mutual pining ig 🥰. And maybe it could end in some spice hehehe
stop it this is literally such a cute prompt I squealed when I read this. And spice is my specialty so I'm glad you asked me to include that😜. I hope I've done your idea justice!! And yes I am always taking requests and looking for new things to write so honestly ask away!!
Protective (Minho x fem!reader (one-shot))
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Context: Pre Thomas, look for summary above ^
Warnings: Cursing and spice
Word count: 2.8k (sorry this one was a bit short)
! I proof read but there might still be spelling mistakes !
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Being the only girl in the glade was definitely a struggle at times. Obviously Alby had set up rules and regulations for all of the other gladers to follow to try and make you feel as comfortable and welcomed in the glade as possible, but there was only so much he could do. Though no one had tried anything physical with you, you always found a way to overhear hushed conversations regarding you and your body.
However, during your time in the glade you were able to become close with Chuck, Newt, and a few other boys. You could always find yourself laughing and hanging out with them the way they did with everyone else. They never treated you differently just because you were a girl, which is what you had grown to greatly appreciate.
You had been in the glade for a little while. In fact, today had been the 4th month since your arrival, and you knew this because a new greenie ascended from the box this morning.
His reaction getting out of the box was to be expected. He gave the normal theatrics, looking like he was about to have a panic attack, asking question after question, and then actually having a panic attack. But unfortunately he was harder to calm down then most. And being keeper of the medjacks, and baring the title of, 'the caring one' around the glade, it was up to you to calm him down. You didn't mind it though, he was a really sweet kid and he didn't even look to be much older then Chuck.
"I feel bad for the poor greenie." Newt sighed before continuing. "I mean, I feel bad for everyone who has to come down here and deal with the whole 'trapped in a maze' bit, but he's just really young." Newt explained while he plucked a blade of grass from the ground and held it in his hand. You and Newt always tended to come and hang out by the garden whenever neither of you were out working. And because you were finally able to get the new guy to calm down, he was taking a nap on one of the beds in the medhut, and since the medhut had been particularly slow otherwise, you and Newt were able to talk a bit before dinner and the bonfire.
"Yeah, I get what you're saying." You say with an exhale. "It's still difficult to come to terms with this whole thing, even after being here for a few months." Newt gave you a silent nod after you said that and neither of you said anything afterwards.
Newt was always good company. Neither of you had to talk and fill the air with conversation because being silent around each other was almost comforting in a way.
The silence between the both of you had been broken though, when you both saw Minho and the rest of the runners run out of the maze and begin jogging towards you both, probably heading to the maze room. The maze doors began to close, incasing you in glade for yet another night.
As Minho passed you and Newt, he greeted both of you with a wave and continued to jog past you.
Though you have been in the glade for a bit, you and Minho had never really spoken to each other before. Your schedules definitely didn't allow for you guys to talk to each other, considering he was always in the maze and you were always in the medhut. However, there was something about him that totally drew you in, you just didn't know what it was.
"Someone has a crush, huh?" Newt said with a smirk as he turned his head to look at yours. Immediately you turned your attention back to Newt.
Shit you were totally staring at Minho just then.
"A crush? Your talking like a child right now Newt." You say with a bit of an attitude.
"Well it's not like you're denying it." Newt says with a chuckle as he begins to stand up from his sitting position on the ground.
"Oh slim it." You say while rolling your eyes and taking Newts hand as he helped you up so you can both start heading to dinner.
Both you and Newt woke up the greenie and took him to dinner, and the evening continued like any other. Everyone was welcoming of him and it was good to see him laughing and actually talking to people.
Eventually, Gally and a couple others began to set up for the bonfire, so you took the quick opportunity to freshen up in your hut. It was honestly really nice of Alby to force Gally and the other builders to make you one just so you felt like you had enough privacy.
You changed into a pair of shorts and changed out of your tank top. You put on one of your favorite/ only shirts, which was the perfect balance of baggy yet tight on you. It was going to get colder throughout the night so you wanted to have a bit more clothing on, and you also couldn't stand the idea of being in your tank top for another second. Definitely not after sweating your ass off in it the entire day.
You joined up with everyone else and soon the festivities began. Everyone, including yourself, was drinking Gally's very shity brew and of course the greenie almost puked after one sip. Needless to say, the drink was a bit of an acquired taste, but he would get used to it. Gally was playing that stupid wrestling game with the rest of the gladers and everything was going as per usual.
You had found yourself a seat on a bench next to Newt, and you allowed your back to rest on the bench, letting out a sigh as you began to relax. You sat closer to everyone else than where you would normally sit, because you were still trying to keep your eye on the greenie. Minho, Chuck, and a group of about 10 others were sat down with you on surrounding benches. Voices and jokes filled the air and your stomach began to hurt from laughing so much.
It was times like these that mattered most when you were in the glade. It reminded you that though you were all trapped here, at least you were making the best of it. Without this type of structure, you'd bet that even Alby would've gone mad by now.
"Hey I'm going to get another drink, do you mind coming with?" Newt asked me, already up out of his seat and in front of me.
"Yeah sure, I could use another glass anyways." You explained while taking his hand.
All of this would've been fine if your shirt hadn't snagged on a loose nail from the bench.
As newt pulled you up from your seat neither of you had realized what had happened until way too late, the damage was already done by that point. Your shirt wasn't made out of the best material, so the entire thing had completely ripped off of you.
So there you were. Stood in front of an enormous group of boys wearing nothing but your bra, which only provided the bare minimum amount of coverage.
Apparently the rip from your shirt was loud enough to earn the attention of everyone, even Gally's group who was stood further away from you. It took you, along with everyone else, a moment to fully comprehend the situation. And in that moment you would've been more then happy if a griever showed up and swallowed you whole. Nothing compared to the amount of embarrassment you were feeling in that moment. Especially not when you began to hear whistles and laughs from some of the boys.
By this point you had both of your hands covering your chest, and your mind was completely blank. What the hell were you even supposed to do in a situation like this? It would take you ages to live this down, and of course something like this had to happen right when you thought everyone was getting over the fact you were a girl.
Newt stood there staring at you along with everyone else in the group of people who were sitting with you. You could see a couple guys in front of you let out laugh a laugh, which only caused your eyes to well up with tears.
You had never cried in the glade. Not once. You couldn't let yourself.
You didn't cry when you arrived from the box, or even when you were ostracized for being the only girl. But still you couldn't help but feel so utterly humiliated.
Even though it had felt like you stood there on display for hours, it had only been at least five seconds since your shirt had ripped off. Before anyone else could turn their heads to look at you, Minho got up suddenly.
He took his shirt off quickly while walking over to you, and you took your arms away from your chest, allowing him to pull his shirt onto you so you were no longer stood half naked in front of anyone. You were shocked by his gesture. Out of all the people in the glade, you had never thought he would be the one to protect you like this, but you were thanking god he did.
As he stood towering over you for a couple more seconds you couldn't help but take in what he looked like shirtless. And jeez, lets just say all this running he does pays off. He looked like he had been carved out of stone by the gods. His abs looked chiseled on, and you were going absolutely feral for it. In the most respectful way possible though of course.
Half of the glade looked just as shocked as you, and the rest looked disappointed. You heard groans and curses from Gally's group, as if they were annoyed with Minho.
"Oh come on Minho, you really had to ruin it for everyone, huh?" Gally said, and it was obvious that he was already through multiple glasses of his moonshine. His snarky comment was warranted by a couple of snickers and laughs from the other boys sitting with him. Minho turned around to face him and at this point they were stood with a bit of distance between each other, but still not much. And it was safe to say that Minho looked like he was about to maul Gally.
"What did you just say?" Minho questioned, his voice dark and menacing as he began taking steps towards Gally.
"Oh what, you going to defend your girlfriend?" Gally contested while slurring and hiccupping between words, getting in Minho's face as he said it.
"She doesn't have to be my girlfriend for me to treat her like a normal shucking person, Gally." Minho said while firmly standing his ground.
It was quiet for a moment before any other response was made. You and the rest of the glade were just staring at them, and honestly you were thankful that the attention was finally off of you.
If it wasn't for Alby pulling the two boys apart, the night would've ended with someone bloody and bruised, and someone, or both of them, ending up in the pit.
Alby pushed Gally away and grabbed onto Minho's shoulder as he led Minho back over to me. "Minho take (Y/N) back to her hut and get her situated. I'll deal with Gally." Alby says, clearly annoyed with what the night had turned into.
You and Minho both silently began walking back to your hut. You wanted to thank him, you needed to thank him, but you just didn't know how you were going to. As he opened the door to your hut and both of you stepped in, he closed the door and you just stood looking at him. You were still flustered from him being, you know, without a shirt, but you had to compose yourself.
"Thank you Minho. For um- you know, giving me your shirt and stuff." You say while looking at the ground, your cheeks red from embarrassment as you painfully recall the whole situation.
"It was no problem really." Minho said as you looked back up at him.
"Yeah it's just- I don't know what I would've done without you-" And although it sounded cliché, you meant it. Your voice began to break after trying to continue, your words getting caught in your throat. Before you could compose yourself enough to say anything else, Minho brought you into his arms gently, and hugged you. His warm embrace made you feel safe and secure, and immediately your worries washed away as you hugged him harder. You buried your head into his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist and he wrapped his around yours.
You could've stayed like that for hours, but you forced your head away from his chest and looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes and he did the same. There was a thick tension in the air as you felt the temperature in your hut increase.
Minho tucked a piece of your hair back behind your ear, "I'll always be here to protect you." Minho says while giving you a genuine smile, your stomach doing somersaults as you completely folded under his gaze. As your eyes followed his for a moment longer, you noticed them glance at your lips and before you could even process it, he kissed you.
You stood there shocked and bewildered, this night had been an absolute rollercoaster of fucking emotions and you were not prepared for it once so ever.
After not reciprocating the kiss Minho pulled away, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to- I don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage of you or something- I-" But before he could finish his sentence you kissed him back, your lips merging into his completely, as if you were two magnets that were completely drawn together naturally.
The kiss was passionate yet gentle, and you practically melted into him. You let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth and your lips worked against his in unison. For all you knew, Minho was the first boy you had ever kissed, and you were totally fine with that. You didn't even need to kiss any other boy to know that Minho did it best.
You took one of your hands and kept it on his back, caressing his muscles on his upper back. While your other hand found it's way to his nape and you began to take his hair between your fingers, tugging at them more whenever he kissed you harder.
He kept one of his hands by your waist and the other at your back, trying to bring you as close to him as he possibly could. He held you as if you were the only thing worth holding onto, and he was never willing to let you go.
You could feel the heat radiating off of Minho as he pinned you against one of the walls in your hut next to the door. You were left completely breathless once Minho pulled away, biting at your bottom lip as he then continued to kiss you down your jaw. You could feel him begin to suck at the sensitive part part of skin between your neck and collar bone, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth.
Minho continued to kiss down your collar bone and as low as your shirt's neck line would let him. You could feel his kisses become more sloppy and desperate. It was as if he couldn't wait to get his hands on more of you, and you couldn't wait to give yourself in to him.
You pushed him off and quickly took off your shirt, tossing it to the ground as Minho stared at you. He put his arms around you again and smirked as he began to kiss you, more hungrily this time.
"I'll never let anyone else in the glade see you like this again. I promise." He said between kisses. The sincerity in his voice was prominent.
You could tell that all of what Minho had said was true. If any other boy tried to touch you, or even look at you in the wrong way, he would be there to protect you.
In that moment you had realized that no one would be able to make you feel the way Minho made you feel. He satisfied all of your desires and he fulfilled you in ways you didn't even know were possible. You were everything he wanted, and he was everything you wanted. But more importantly, he made you feel safe, like as long as you were in his arms he would never let anything bad happen to you.
Then suddenly, there was a nock on the door. Then it swung open abruptly.
"Hey um (Y/N), I really wanted to apologize for earlier-" But before Gally could say anything else, he turned his head and saw you and Minho, half naked and pressed against each other.
"Oh shuck- I didn't mean to- I'll leave now." And with that, he was out of the door as quickly as he entered it.
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ok guys heres another!! I really hoped that yall liked it. I had quite the fun time writing this and I think it turned out pretty well!
btw I'm going to start working on pt.2 to stranded, and I should have it finished relatively soon, but I've never written smut before so that's going to be quite interesting. But seriously thank you to everyone who wrote nice things under that post you have no idea how much it means to me ❤️❤️
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Newborn
Pairing: Evan Hawkins x reader
Summary: Evan didn't think he could be any happier, but that all changes when he gets to hold his newborn son in his arms
Requested: Yes, by anonymous
Warnings: mentions of c-sections/surgery
Word Count: 1,165
"Hey beautiful," Evan greeted and peaked him head into our bedroom. "You up yet?"
"No," I grumble sleepily from where I was snuggled up in blankets. "I don't want to get up."
"But you have to get up," Evan retorted and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Today's the day! We're finally gonna get to meet our little munchkin!"
"Please stop calling the baby that," I beg. "I'm only excited for today because we'll finally give the baby a name, and then you don't have to use that ridiculous nickname."
"You secretly love it," Evan teased and leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. "Now come on and get up. We've gotta be at the hospital in like an hour."
"Ugh," I groan and sit up. "All right. I'll get ready then."
"How are you not as excited as me right now?" Evan asked. "I'm freaking out!"
"I am excited, honey. Seriously," I assure him and send a small smile his way. "I'm just not excited for this surgery."
"I get that," Evan confessed and put his face down by my swollen stomach. "You just had to make things difficult, didn't you?"
"Babies are breech all the time, Ev," I notify him. "It's actually pretty common. But I'm glad the date is finally here because in a few months I can get back to work!"
Evan laughed. "You and your work, Y/n. You're a workaholic!"
"I'm not a workaholic. I just love my job!" I defend.
I was working as a firefighter at Firehouse 51 on Squad 3 when Evan and I had met. He had worked with Violet on Ambulance 61 for a few shifts while Sylvie was off in Oregon visiting Matt. We hit things off right away, and the rest was history. I hadn't been able to work on Squad 3 since I found out I was pregnant, so it's been about 9 months. Luckily, Chief Boden let me work in the office with Kylie so that I could still be around everyone.
"I know you do, Y/n," Evan confirmed and hopped off the bed. "I've got all of the hospital bags downstairs by the door, so as soon as you're ready, we can head to the hospital."
In no time, I was all dressed and got myself situated in the passenger seat of the car. Evan loaded the rest of our things into the backseat, and within half an hour, I was set up in my hospital room in the labor and delivery wing of Chicago Med. I was on my phone when Evan walked in with the ice chips I had asked for, and he set them down on the tray next to my bed.
"Thanks," I murmur and continuing typing away at the keypad on my phone.
"Who are you texting?" Evan inquired.
"I was texting my mother that we got to the hospital. But then Stella texted the group chat with me, Sylvie, and Vi, and now they're blowing it up with messages on how excited they are to meet the baby. The amount of emojis being used right now...." I trailed off and placed my phone on the table next to me. "I need a break."
"I think I can provide a distraction from that. Since the moment's finally here, what do you think? Boy or girl?" Evan posed.
"I know that you and all of the guys at 51 want it to be a boy," I bring up. "And the fact that your side of the family is mostly guys only helps with that."
"But?" Evan prompted.
"But nothing. I'd be happy with either," I admit. "I think a girl would be easier, especially if I'm gonna be doing this whole parenting by myself for the first few months."
"Whoa whoa whoa," Evan interrupted. "What gave you the idea that you'd be doing this all alone?"
"Well I just figured that it'd be hard for you to take all that time off," I reason.
"Y/n, you and I are in this together. I already put in time off for the first week after the baby is born, and after that I'll only be going in 3 days a week instead of 5 with shortened hours," Evan informed me.
"You're the best, Ev. I love you," I say and lean over to peck his lips.
"I love you too," Evan returned. "Not get some rest. You're gonna need it. That means you too, munchkin."
A Few Hours Later........
"You doing okay?" Evan asked from where he was seated next to my head in the operating room.
"Yeah," I reply. "I'm good. Are you okay? You look like you're about to start bouncing off the walls."
"I might just do that," Evan revealed jokingly as his foot tapped anxiously against the floor. Suddenly, it felt like a huge pressure was lifted off of me, and then crying pierced the air.
"Congratulations you guys. You're now the parents of a healthy baby boy," the doctor announced.
"Did you hear that, Y/n? We have a son," Evan gushed.
"You do. And he's beautiful," the nurse told us and placed the baby on my chest.
"He's got your nose, Ev," I note as I held the baby against me.
"That he does," Evan agreed and pressed a kiss to my head.
The next hour or so was a blur. The rest of the surgery went by pretty quickly, and before I knew it, we were back in the recovery room excited to spend time with our newborn. The nurse wheeled our son into the room and placed him into my arms, and the baby cooed softly.
"You guys have a beautiful son," the nurse asserted.
"Thank you. Um, our co-workers and family are waiting for a name and a picture," Evan claimed and held up my phone. "They can't come in until after work. Would you mind taking a picture for us?"
"I would love to," the nurse responded and took my phone. As soon as she took the picture, the nurse handed the phone back to Evan and excused herself from the room.
"All right dad. Here you go," I offer and pass him our baby in exchange for my phone. "I know you've been dying to hold him."
"Hey munchkin," Evan greeted softly and rocked the baby back and for.
"Evan, we agreed that once the baby was born you wouldn't call him that," I lecture.
"Sorry," Evan apologized and stared down at the baby lovingly. "Hey, James. Welcome to the world buddy."
As Evan was busy gushing over the baby, I was typing out a text message to all of Firehouse 51. They were very impatient, so I figured I should do this now rather than later. I sent the picture that the nurse had just taken, and below it I typed out a text before hitting send.
"Welcome the newest addition to the Firehouse 51 family, James Christopher Hawkins."
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The Other Man-Part Ten (the end) //t.c.
Warnings: cursing, mention of past trauma, therapy, smut, oral sex female receiving, brief doggy style, mention of cum
After that night, you and Timmy spent every second together. You didn’t go out, you didn’t work, nothing. The two of you just migrated back and forth between your house and his.
You went to therapy together and separately, trying to heal from everything that happened. You didn’t talk about it with each other very often, but you found out from Timmy how he was ambushed and attacked by Billy. You cried for hours as Timmy lovingly held you.
You were glad to know what he went through, but you didn’t want to dwell too much on the horror that transpired because of Billy, neither did he, you only wanted to move forward. Your divorce was finalized. Billy had been charged with abduction, assault, and unlawfully discharging a deadly weapon, but that was only the beginning. You were told there would be more charges brought against him, and you were relieved to know that he'd be going to prison for a very long time.
About a month after everything happened, Timmy came up with the idea for you two to go away for a while, for as long as you needed. He didn’t want to have a timeline. He wanted the two of you to have time together and not have to worry about anything else.
“Where do you wanna go? Wanna…go somewhere we can lay naked on the beach with no one else around?” he had a sly little smirk on his face.
You giggled, “No, I don’t really like the beach. It’s hot and there’s sand everywhere.”
“Okay,” he brushed your hair back off your shoulder, “where should we go, my love?” he smiled softly at you, waiting for your answer.
“Hmm,” you pondered, “somewhere…isolated, like you said, but also cozy. Maybe somewhere snowy. And we could rent a cabin, but not like a run-down cabin, a nice cabin, boujee almost.”
Timmy laughed, “Okay, a fancy cabin in the mountains it is."
.......
You were laying on the couch snuggled up under a fuzzy blanket, watching the fireplace crackle and the snowfall outside. It was absolutely gorgeous. Timmy joined you, laying half on you and half on the couch. The feeling of him so near was so warm and comforting. You wanted to stay there just like that forever.
Timmy kissed you on the cheek, and he tucked his arm under your head snuggly.
You put your hand delicately on his cheek. His bruises had faded. Now there was only some faint red marks. You gently grazed your thumb over a small cut that had scabbed over. "They don't hurt anymore?" you asked him.
He shook his head, "Nope. I'm all better now." he kissed your lips.
"I despise him. I hope they beat his ass in prison. Attack him from behind so he can't see it coming, like he did to you. I hope he can't defend himself, it’s what he deserves."
"He deserves worse than that, just for the way he's treated you. I know he was upset by the cheating, I can't believe that he wanted to actually…kill us. That is not the Billy I became friends with." he pet your hair affectionately as he spoke.
You sighed, "I've been thinking that we should just forget about him, ya know? If he's in our thoughts at all, that means he wins. He's taken so much from us, let's not give him anymore."
"I agree, baby. Fuck him. He's nothing to us anymore."
You ran your fingers through his curls, "So, how are you doing after the whole Ameila thing?"
"I mean, I don't hate her. That takes too much energy. I just hope she's working on herself. What she did was pretty fucked up. I mean, she had me believing that I was going to be a father."
You hummed, "Well, you will be one day. But on your terms, and not in a situation based on lies."
"I know." he bopped you on the nose with his finger, "Because you'll be the mommy. Which is the way I want it."
"Awe, you wanna have babies with me?" you cooed, putting your arms around him.
"Of course, ya dummy. You're the love of my life. I'm gonna marry you and give you lots of babies." he said, gently smooshing his nose into yours, giving you a playful Eskimo kiss.
You smiled gleefully, "Ugh, that makes me so happy. I love you, Timothee, make love to me, like right now." You pulled him into a hungry, heated kiss.
He groaned against your mouth in surprise, "I love you too." he said, but his words were muffled by your lips.
“Mm, take my clothes off please.” you requested, raising your arms up.
“Yes ma’am.” Timmy responded, pulling your shirt off, leaving your chest bare, as you weren’t wearing a bra. Then he moved down to pull your pants and undies down in one swoop before dropping them onto the floor.
“Now you!” you said, taking ahold of his shirt and pulling it up.
Timmy threw his shirt over his head, and his curls went wild like usual before he shook them back into place. He then rid himself of his sweats, and his naked form was highlighted by the orangey glow of the fireplace. He looked like an Angel, but with a devilish look in his eyes. He sunk down between your legs. His mouth neared your heat, and he held onto your thighs.
As he started lapping at your clit, you threw your hands on his hair. You whined as he suckled your sensitive nub between his lips. You cursed under your breath as pleasure took over your being.
Timmy sucked and licked your pussy like a savage. He had to tighten his grip on your legs to keep you still.
You arched you back and bucked your hips onto his mouth. He was making you wild. “Oh, fuck, Timmy!”
He wouldn’t let up. He quickly spat between your folds, making sinful eye contact with you as he did so, before continuing to assault your clitoris in the best way. He slid his hand up to palm your tits.
You found yourself clawing at his arms. You felt absolutely feral. You wanted him to ram you from behind, so you switched your positioning. "Fuck me like this, Daddy. Is it okay that I call you that?" you asked, panting in between breaths.
Timmy snaked his arm around you, pulling you close, he spoke into your ear, "Yes, I'd love it. We'll be Daddy and Peaches." he then nibbled on your earlobe and held you tight as he entered you and fucked you hard. He spanked you, and you cried for more.
…….
Later, the love session ended with you squirting all over him, and he came inside of you. He filled you to the brim with his warm, gooey cum.
After giving you a lazy, but much needed back rub, Timmy carried you closer to the fireplace. Gently, he placed you there on the floor with a blanket, and he laid down to cuddle you from behind.
You watched the pretty flames as you settled against his body. You always fit so snuggly together like two puzzle pieces just destined for one another. You were toasty warm and unbelievably cozy, both from the fire and the man that had you wrapped up in his arms. It was like a dream, more like a fantasy, really.
The touch of his lips reminded you that he was real, and he pressed lingering kisses on your neck that trailed over your shoulder. He whispered in your ear how much he loved you before nuzzling into your neck to fall asleep. His hair was silky soft as it caressed your skin in a tide of chocolate curls.
If there ever was one thing that your absolute bastard of a former husband did in his lifetime, it would be introducing you to Timothée Chalamet, the love of your life.
The way your story with Timmy started was wrong, but damn was it so right now.
A/N: I have had the most fun writing this story! Thank you to all that have followed it(: and a special thank you to @gatoenlaciudad for her constant encouragement, reviews, and inspiration<3
@thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @chalametbich
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Has anyone asked for any proposal details for Break yet? It’s so fun to revisit all of your stories!
Hello, Anon! I'm so sorry it took me this long to get to this one. I've actually had this in my drafts for literally years but it never felt quite right, so I didn't post it. I'm so glad you asked for it, though. It gave me the kick I needed to revisit it and figure out what was wrong. Hope you enjoy! And also, here's a link to the last chapter of Break, since it kind of helps to remember what happened in it for this to make sense.
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He thought about doing it on the twenty-third. That’d be exactly four months. July twenty-third. But she’d be expecting that, and a part of him still wants it to be a surprise. Well, not a surprise, but spontaneous. At least seemingly so. Hard to be spontaneous when they not only set a deadline of sorts, but he’s also practiced what he’d say in front of the mirror when she’s not home and has planned the evening nearly to the minute.
Wanting to catch her at least a little unguarded, so he can see her real reaction, he decides to ask her on the twenty-fourth. Just late enough to make her wonder, but not enough to make her think he’s forgotten.
Only, she calls him at work over her lunch break on the twenty-fourth and spends fifteen minutes venting about her boss being an inconsiderate, drunk dickhead. Not keen on the idea of proposing to an angry Katniss, Peeta decides it can wait one more day.
The next day, he leaves work a little early to prepare, but when he walks through the door of their apartment, he’s greeted by laughter. When the door shuts behind him, announcing his presence, Katniss and Prim call out a cheerful greeting to him from the couch before returning to their whatever show they’ve clearly just started to marathon. No big deal. He adjusts, making dinner for the two girls and staying out of their way, keeping a smile on his face and not fretting over the ring still sitting in his bottom drawer, buried under his jeans. He can wait until Prim’s surprise visit is over.
Two days later, when Prim has finally left, Katniss herself delays his plans. He inserts his key when he returns home that afternoon, but before he can turn it, the door flies open and Katniss yanks him into the apartment by his tie. She doesn’t even undress him all the way, just unzips his pants, pushes them and his shorts down enough to free his cock, and shoves him down onto the first chair they come to in their living room.
“Katniss, what—“ he doesn’t get to finish his question because she climbs on top of him, pulling the skirt of her filmy sundress up as she straddles him. He notices that she’s not wearing any panties. “Holy shit.”
He gasps as he feels her wet lips caressing over his cock. Her mouth descends on his and he grips the arms of the chair for a second, until he can’t keep his hands off her any longer and grips her hips instead, holding her steady as she rocks her body back and forth, coating him with her arousal.
He’s hard in seconds, aroused and dazed enough to go along with it when she sinks down on top of him and starts moving. Slow at first, her knees jutting up and her thighs working hard enough to quiver. He cups her cheek in one hand and kisses her softly, drinking down her throaty moans and gentle sighs.
Peeta’s heart aches with how beautiful she is when she lifts her head and looks down at him, her gray eyes like molten silver, overflowing with love and need. He whispers to her the truth, about how incredible it feels being inside her. Joined to her. Feeling her orgasms unfold around his cock.
Something he says snaps her loose, though, because she whimpers his name and then bites her lip. Bucks her hips wildly. She curses loudly and digs her nails into his shoulders. She throws her head back on a tortured groan when he slides his thumb down in between her lips until its wet, then drags his touch up to her clit. She comes within minutes, the powerful clench of her walls enough to milk his own release from him.
When she collapses onto his chest, moaning about how glad she is that their house guest is finally gone, Peeta figures now isn’t the time to propose. Not with his semen and her release mingling together and seeping from her body, soaking his shorts and his suit pants. He probably could, but he wants his proposal to be clear.
Their relationship may have gone from friendship to sex to love on the surface -- he’d always been in love with her, long before that first game of strip pool -- but he’ll be damned if she has any reason to think he proposed to her because he was stupid with sex.
Besides, Katniss doesn’t seem to notice or care that their arbitrary deadline from their bet over four months ago has come and gone without Peeta asking her to marry him. Not when they spend it naked and grinding against nearly every flat surface and a few not so flat surfaces in their apartment. After that, there’s no chance to propose, since they fall asleep, tangled in sheets and one another’s arms.
But today, he is determined. He’s going to ask her. And hope to everything sacred to them both that she hasn’t changed her mind. She would never have sunk that eight ball if she didn’t want him to ask. It’s part of why he distracted her the night of their game. To give her a way out of her impulsive wager if she wanted it. But she hadn’t. She deliberately walked out the next morning, smirked at him, and took her shot, all but declaring to him that she wanted him to propose to her.
And while Katniss might be many things, he’s never known her to be deliberately cruel. If she wants him to ask, it means she wants to say Yes. Knowing the probable outcome does nothing to soothe his nerves as he leaves work early to get the dinner started.
He’s just about got everything ready to go, except the flower petals he’d planned on scattering over the floor, when Katniss opens the door and calls out to him that whatever he’s cooking smells amazing. Peeta wipes his palms on his slacks. Well, he thinks, the flower petals would’ve probably been too much. Katniss doesn’t care for ostentatiousness.
“Ready in five minutes,” he tells her as she kisses his cheek and then disappears into their room to change out of her work clothes. While she’s doing that, he serves up the dishes and lights the candles.
When she emerges, dressed in maddeningly short cotton shorts and one of his ratty old college t-shirts, his heart sinks a little and he rethinks his plan. No girl wants to be proposed to in loungewear, do they? She smiles at the setup, the candlelight glinting off her irises, turning them a darker mercury lit from within, and he’s momentarily stunned by how beautiful she is.
“What’s all this for?” she asks, sliding into her seat that he holds out for her at the table and pulling her legs up to cross them on the chair.
“Just because,” he says nonchalantly and sits beside her. He’s not even settled before she’s begun eating, and he smiles at the relish with which she consumes the food. Katniss eating is one of the most pleasurable and erotic things he’s witnessed. The way she savors every bite and moans around both new and favorite flavors alike.
His cock twitches to life, and he flushes, mentally scolding himself for his unchecked lust. But it’s not just lust. They share small glances and talk over the meal. She snorts once when he makes her laugh, claps her hands with glee when he serves dessert, and in the soft glow of the candle light Peeta relaxes. This is who they are, after all, and ratty t-shirt or not, he wants more than anything for his proposal to reflect who they are to each other.
“Katniss,” he says, twining their fingers together when she puts down her fork and licks the last of her dessert from her lips. She lifts his hand to her mouth and kisses his knuckles. The gesture so tender and soft that he’s momentarily rendered speechless.
“Dinner was incredible. You must’ve worked so hard on it. Wait here while I clean up?” she murmurs.
All he can do is nod and let go of her as she stands, gathering both of their plates. She leaves him and as the water starts in the kitchen, he can hear her singing, along with the accompanying clanking of the dishes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Pull it together,” he berates himself. It still takes him until she’s done to work up the nerve to join her in the kitchen, and he starts talking before he even makes it there. He’s looking down, tugging the ring from his pocket.
“Katniss, there’s something I need to…”
But he trails off when Katniss comes into his line of sight. Kneeling on one knee right in front of him. She’s still wearing her comfortable clothes, but now an almost frightened smile quivers over her lips.
“I know you’re an utter romantic and I’m probably stealing your thunder here, Peeta, but I can’t wait any longer to ask you. And well, this is me after all, right? Impulsive and messy and more likely to propose in my pajamas than in a dress but you love me anyways.”
“Katniss,” he breathes out, his heart pounding so hard, he doesn’t care that he’s stealing his thunder.
“And I know the bet was for you to propose to me, but I need you to know that would’ve asked that day. But I really wanted to cream you in pool again and was definitely willing to play dirty for it.”
He laughs at this and then manages to pull his scrambled brain together.
“I play dirtier.” He holds the ring out in front of her. “Katniss will you marr--”
“Yes!” she shouts elatedly, cutting him off and practically leaping into his arms. He almost drops the ring as he slings his arms around her to catch her. Then she’s laughing and kissing him. “In a hundred different lifetimes, the answer is always ‘Yes,’ Peeta.”
He grins and pulls her mouth down to his, forgetting his carefully planned speech. He guesses he can save it for their vows.
#ten years of fanfiction mania#words are peetas thing not mine#smut happens#i mean it's kind of required for this story right?#anonymous#look at that ask#break nonsense
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Recently, I was looking over my list of stories on AO3 and I realized that today is the first anniversary of when I published my first "Bob's Burgers" fic, "Surely It's Okay If I Just Tell Pancake?". In some ways, it's sort of weird to think that was only a year ago; in others, it seems weird that it happened at all.
I never thought I would write "Bob's Burgers" fanfic. It had been maybe 15 years or more since I had written any fanfic or any completed fiction writing.
Then one day I just woke up with the idea for this story in my head. Maybe it's not that surprising, since I at the time I had recently come up with the idea of rewatching all the episodes with Rudy in them. Which led to me wanting more content about him and Louise. Which led to me looking at "Bob's Burgers" fanfic and fanart again for the first time in years.
So, maybe it's only natural that I would come up with my own idea. But then I wrote it down. And shared it. And some people actually liked it.
And since then I've written 16 more "Bob's Burgers" stories. And I sometimes think about writing fics for other shows or writing original works. I've discovered that writing can be a creative outlet I enjoy again, not just a thing I have to do for work.
And then I joined this silly website, and found out how wonderful the "Bob's Burgers" fandom here is. And I've got a bunch of cool mutuals. And even made some really meaningful friendships.
And, when I was writing that first story, I found myself having a surprisingly strong emotional reaction when writing one line, which lead to me to examining what that was all about, and led to me actually addressing some stuff in my own life that I'd been ignoring for too long and hopefully growing as a person. (Which seems like a weird thing to say about a story that can be summarized as "9-year-old boy talks to stuffed fish" but I'm mentioning it because it matters to me.)
And for all those reasons, I'm so glad I wrote this story.
Finally, I reread the story for the first time in months and, it's still one of my favorite stories! I might be biased, but even after writing more stories and the show adding new details about Rudy- I still think this story is cute and sweet and captures Rudy's voice really well.
So, happy anniversary "Surely It's Okay If I Just Tell Pancake?", and thank you to everyone who's read, kudosed, and commented on it over the year!
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Calling Dr love: chapter 2
Roman reigns x Anastasia (OC)
Warnings: sci-fi, angst, romance, errors I may have missed.
Word count: 2k
Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @afterdarkprincess @marchm-langdon @msbluehaz3 @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @reignsxlove @shadyprincesslife @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda
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I ran to the back to tell Kate everything, both of us giggling like school girls who had just met their celebrity crush. "Ana we have to find you something!" She said.
"Kate the mall just closed we'll have to wait until tomorrow!" I said with a sigh.
"don't worry! We'll find something! I know it's gonna be hard but go home and get some sleep. The last thing you need is to be tired during your date with that hunk of a man!" She said "ana you're so incredibly lucky!! He's gorgeous!! I heard he's turned down so many women yet he pursued you!"
"I don't know why either but I'm flattered! Has a hunk!" I smiled "let's head home and meet me at the mall tomorrow! 9am!"
"yes ma'am!" She smiled. I gave her a hug and grabbed my coat and headed out the door to walk the 3 blocks to my apartment. On the way I kept feeling like someone was watching me. I kept getting glimpses out of the corner of my eye but as soon as I turned my head it was gone. I made it to my apartment without incident but that was weird! I walked into my apartment and turned on the light before walking to my bedroom and stripping off to get a hot shower. My whole body ached.from being on my feet all day and the hot water would do my muscles some good.
After my shower I laid down in bed and looked at my phone. I had a message from Roman.
Ro: hey I feel kinda dumb for not asking earlier but could you give me your address so I can pick you up?
Me: sure! And don't feel dumb we both were highly distracted!
Ro: oh really?😏
Shit!
Me: um... I.... I mean your hot and i
Ro: ana you're beautiful! Don't be ashamed of speaking your mind.
Me: I'm just normally not that forward. I don't know what's gotten into me!
Ro: your mind is probably all over the place with excitement for tomorrow just like mine is! I can't wait to see you again. I had a lot of fun today.
Me: me to! I feel like I can relax and be myself around you and I don't have to be someone I'm not. I was actually about to head to bed so I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight. 🫶
Ro: goodnight beautiful ❤️
Reading his last message made my heart soar. He was so sweet and such a gentleman though he did have something about him that was different and I couldn't quite put my finger on it but that's neither here nor there. He seems like a great guy! I guess I finally lucked out after All. I turned off my bedside lamp and went to sleep.
Romans POV
I watched her through her window sleeping peacefully. She was such a beautiful woman! I'd been drawn to her for so long and finally talked to her and I'm so glad i did. Her thoughts told me she liked me but she was shy in admitting it. She also thought I was sexy and the feeling I mutual. When I left her work I could hear her thoughts of "did I hit the jackpot? Everything I've been looking for in a man!" And I wanted to tell her but it was FAR to soon and I risked losing her. It would have to be maybe weeks or even months down the line when I told her and maybe change her if she wanted.
She doesn't know it but i've saved her from many weirdos and creeps trying to break into her apartment while she's been asleep. Her apartment is on the backside of the building and no one can see back here if she's in trouble. I've watched her since she first moved here. I don't know why I feel myself so drawn to her. She like a drug i can't explain. Man made drugs don't affect me anymore but her scent alone intoxicates me in a way I never thought possible. It pains me to be away from her yet she has no idea who I am. I'm just a strange, handsome man to her.
I always sat by her window at night keeping a safe watch over her. As tempting as it was to walk in and make love to her right there I knew I couldn't. Her smell drove me crazy today. She smelled of arousal, happiness, lust, and giddiness and the way she looked at me was a way I could only hope she always would. Was my gut right all along? Was she the one? I could only hope! If she got scared and wanted me to leave I would but I would always protect her.
I hadn't realized it was almost 5am and the sun would be coming up soon! I had to get home quickly. The sun goes down around 5pm so from then on until roughly 7am I'm all hers. I looked at her one last time before I hopped down off her balcony to the ground and walked to my car. I couldn't wait to see her! She was gonna be treated like a queen tonight, my queen!
Anastasia's POV
I woke up to my alarm. 730am! Moments later my phone rang "rise and shine sleepy head!" Kate said "Kate why did I let you talk into so early?! The mall doesn't open until 9am and he's not picking me up til 6!! Ugh!! I need sleep kaye!!" I said into the phone still grouchy she made me get up so early!
"the early bird gets the worm ana! There could be outfits we wouldn't have gotten if we hadn't gotten there early! Now get up, get dressed! I'll be there in 20!" She said before hanging up.
I begrudgingly got out of bed and threw a pair of yoga pants and a Rammstein shirt on along with just a plain old pair of sneakers. I grabbed my phone, purse, and keys, put my coat on and waited for kate to knock. She better not take forever cause I'm in no mood for her crap today! I wanna get this done and get back here. Maybe get a small bite to eat. Momemts later Kate knocked on the door "ana come on! I'll even grab you a monster on the way!!" She bribed. I opened the door with a smile "now you're talkin!"
We hopped in her car and drove to the gas station. As promised she got me a monster and I chugged it down. I was a little more awake now. We finally headed off to the mall and stopped at every fancy store they had before settling on a store I knew well "5th avenue!" I said "why didn't we just come to this one to begin with? I always find clothes I like here!" I asked her.
"well you need to broaden your horizons ana!" She said.
"Kate I know you didn't just drag me all around this mall to have me look at stuff that you knew I wouldn't like only to end up at the store you knew I'd buy something from anyway!" I said crossing my arms.
"I'm sorry ana I just,.." she started.
"Kate I'm joking!" I smiled "after this though I would like to get a small bite. I'm kinda hungry" I said as we headed inside.
I looked all over the store and finally found an outfit and I knew was the one. "Ana that's gorgeous!" Kate smiled.
"you think so?" I smiled back.
"hes gonna love it! I'll help you do your hair and makeup" she said as I paid for my new clothes "Now let's go get a small bite to eat..we don't know where he's taking you almost best to put just enough in your stomach to hold you over." She said. We ended up picking just a pretzel with cheese and that did the trick. We got home and it was 2pm. "Damn Kate we spent 5 hours at the mall!" I laughed.
"well on the bright side you don't have to witness long for him to get here" she smiled.
"true but I'm so nervous! I'm never nervous for dates" I said.
"it's cause you actually like this one" she smiled "and ana I'd be lying if didn't say I was jealous cause girl you could bounce a quarter off his ass!!" She giggled.
'oh i know! Hes the whole package! He's gorgeous, an absolute sweetheart, dirty minded, flirtatious, and everything I want. What's the catch?" I laughed.
"don't think there is one. You just got lucky! Now shoosh and let me do your hair!"
She ended up putting my hair up in a bun with a bit hanging off on my bangs. It looked beautiful. "Go get dressed and we'll see what colors to use with your makeup from there" she said.
I put on my outfit and came back out "girl you're gonna rock his world!" She smiled. She did my makeup and I put my heels on to finish my look. I looked at my phone seeing a message from him and the biggest smile formed on my face...
Ro: see you soon beautiful😘
"ugh!! I can't with him! He's so sweet!" I said before I realized it was a quarter til 6! "Oh shit Kate just gonna be here in 15 minutes!!"
"ana breathe!" She said. I breathed with her slowing my heart heart down. I haven't been this nervous about a date in a long time. "You look gorgeous! You smell gorgeous! Look good enough to eat and who knows maybe he will later" Kate smirked.
"Katlyn!" I said
The doorbell rang. I took a deep breath and walked towards the door. I smoothed out my dress and opened the door.
"hey ana!" He smiled "wow! You look absolutely beautiful!"
He said and I don't think I've ever blushed so hard before. 'you look very handsome yourself!" I smiled
"thank you" he smiled "shall we head out?"
"please" I said "Kate I'm leaving! Leave the door unlocked please!"
"Kate?" He asked
"my best friend" I smiled "I've never been so nervous for a date before and I don't know why I am!"
"I must admit my nerves have gotten the best of me as well" he smiled "before we go, there's something I wanna do" he said.
"what's that?" I asked.
"I wanted to do this yesterday but the timing didn't seem right" he said standing closer to me, his hand resting on the side of my face. He leaned towards me and our lips met in a tender kiss that sent sparks flying through my body. His lips were so incredibly soft and he smelled like sandalwood and cedar. I didn't want him to pull away but knew eventually he would have to "that was.."
"amazing" he finished "I know I said dress to impress but we're going to a candle lit dinner on the beach so you can take those heels off if you want to"
"thank the gods my feet are killing me!" I giggled.
"let's head over to our date shall we?" He said holding his arm out for me. I didn't care if we went to the worst restraunt in town at this point. I've barely known this man 2 days and I feel like I've known him a lifetime. Whatever did I do to find a man like him I don't know but I never wanted to let him go and the women who had had know idea what they'd lost!
#Spotify#roman reigns#big daddy uce#the only daddy☝️😩🫦#roman reigns fanfiction#wwe fanfiction#wwe x oc#roman reigns x oc#roman reigns fic#wwe fic#au story
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So recently I’m going through a breakup. My boyfriend had told me he doesn’t know why but he kinda just “fell out of love with me” and it’s actually heartbreaking. I was wondering if you could write something about Eddie comforting reader over a similar situation.
first off bestie, i am so sorry you're going through this, I'm here if you need anyone and i hope you enjoy this
cw: breakups, jealousy, unhealthy relationships
Eddie received a call full of sniffles and sobs that left his own heart broken, his best friend in the whole world finally broke up with her boyfriend. he says "finally" cause he never liked the guy, something always felt off, and while she's devastated, he's hopeful. which makes him feel bad, so he overcompensates with taking care of her more than normal. even though she never heard his internal thoughts, she'd never know he was glad he was gone...
he shows up at her place with all her favourite snacks and drinks, both alcoholic and not, a joint in his pocket and his arms open wide, waiting for a hug from his favourite person.
she tells him everything he said before he dumped her. he said he hasn't cheated, that's not what this was about, he just found himself falling out of love with her and he didn't want to drag her along anymore. she started to notice when he didn't sleep over anymore, he didn't want to talk on the phone after work. dates were few and far between until they stopped altogether last month. there were clues everywhere that it was coming, she just didn't want to believe it.
she physically shakes while she sobs in his arms, done explaining and just wanting to cry.
"Can I ask something?" Eddie is speaking before he even thinks it over.
"y-yeah," she sniffles
"This is kinda weird, but humour me... okay?"
she sits up with a sniffle, wiping her nose and eyes, "what?"
"Imagine if we lived in a world where you are told your soulmate's full name when you turn 25, you can marry anyone, it doesn't have to be your soulmate... but you get a name in a few years and you know that they're actually the perfect person for you, would that change how hurt you feel right now?"
"um," she tilts her head to the side while she genuinely thinks about it. "I mean, if I found out it was his name... and he didn't love me anymore, yeah?" she's still so sad, genuinely feeling like he was the one for her.
Eddie knew he wasn't.
"but what if it's not his name, there's a 7 billion to 1 chance that it's his name, it's probably not going to be his name," he explains further. "like, what if you got my name? or Gareth?" he throws in another name just to take the pressure off, not ready to get turned down by her with how much he loves her.
"I mean, yeah, I'm still going to be sad?" she looks at him like he's an idiot. "my heart is broken, I gave him everything for years, Edward. he saw me for everything I am and said Nah, I'm good. do you know how much that fucking hurts? I won't just magically be fine because I know someone will love me eventually. I feel unloveable RIGHT NOW?? I don't care about the future."
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," he feels like an absolute idiot. "but you're not... you're not unlovable right now. or back when he was pretending to still love you... I've loved you the whole time."
"Thats different," she doesn't believe him. "we're best friends."
"Because he was your boyfriend the whole time," he admits in a whisper. "that first time we hung out, it's cause I asked you out... I didn't know you had a boyfriend. You told me that day, like 10 minutes in, and I had to just accept we'd be friends and I mean, luckily you became my best friend, but my intention was always to date you."
her eyes go wide, "oh my god... he said you loved me and I didn't believe him, I thought he was just jealous for no reason."
"he was jealous of me?" Eddie can't believe it either.
she nods, "I told him not to be but... I really had no idea, Eddie? I thought you were just sweet on everyone?"
he shakes his head with a small smile building on his face, "nope. just you. it's always been just you."
"don't get me wrong, it still hurts but..." she can't help but smile back a bit, "maybe when it hurts a little less we could go on a real date?"
"I thought you'd never ask," he teases, pulling her back in close to his chest where she finally settles. no longer crying, her chest hurts still, yes, but the butterflies in her stomach make up for it.
maybe she did care a bit about the future, especially if that future was with him.
#ask#eddie munson#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem reader#eddie munson smut#stranger things#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson imagine#stranger things imagine#stranger things season 4
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Hiii I’m back! It's been a pretty stressful and busy time at work, so I'm less online than usual, but still learning finnish daily! It's actually being my saving grace: getting to detach myself from work,routine and stress and just putting my head into something completely different that I enjoy doing. Putting a read more because I wrote a lot here:
I've been progressing with my exercise book, and learned how to express the need to do something 'i have to...' and also the imperative tense. Really useful stuff. I also finally finished trascribing all puhekieli 'basic rules' on my notebook!
Some new stuff in my daily learning routine:
I started listening to podcasts and short stories! I was a bit intimidated at first, but now I've been enjoying doing it every day when I am cooking, cleaning the house or even when drawing/working. I'm listening to a beginner's podcast and can basically understand a good 80% of it, which is making me feel so proud and motivated hahaha. The crazy thing is that even if I don't understand a couple of new words, I can follow the conversation and the topic and I always know what the host is talking about, it's crazy. I'll definitely continue listening to podcasts and stories daily because I think it's helping A LOT and truly making me feel like I'm making huge progress and my brain is enlarging lol.
I started using LingQ! The importing videos/podcasts feature is super useful, and I imported some videos in finnish from youtubers I found and having LingQ generate subtitles in finnish for me and translation in english, so I can study them is so useful. That way I can exercise listening to more puhekieli and expand my vocabulary. It helps that the videos are super fun and entertaining themselves, so I genuinely want to know what's happening hahaha. (one was a Sims4 house building video, another one a travelling vlog)
I tried writing some 'stories' for the first time, this is also an advice I heard from a video, that helps with getting your brain used to constructing sentences and phrases. I already did this in a smaller way, writing very short sentences practicing different grammar rules to commit them to memory, but this exercise really makes you put more effort into building longer and slightly more articulated sentences, like phrases you'd say to someone when having a chat, or thinking out loud. I decided to pick some random themes and just write what I can about them! The pink underlined words/verbs/adverbs are things I had to look up because I didn't know how to say yet. I think this is a pretty fun and creative exercise to do though, and I can see how it can make your brain faster at producing sentences on the long run :) It will be fun to keep doing this when my vocabulary grows and I can say more stuff! (I saw a writing exercise idea on tumblr that was describing your Dnd characters and something about their personality/stories, and I really want to do that!)
Overall, I'm feeling really good and motivated. I remember feeling a bit stuck a month ago, and now that feeling is gone, and I feel like I improved a lot. I really think implementing new exercises like the written stories exercise and especially listening a lot has been so useful and important into me feeling like I'm growing more in this language. I'm really glad I fought my inner doubt and saboteur and just did it. I also gander at posts written in finnish here on tumblr and realized I understand a good 70/80% of what's written in there. Sometimes more or less, depending on how long the post is or how specific the words used are. But that's pretty crazy to me and really satisfying!
Also, if you need some inspiration for your language learning journey or some good tips (like the listening to podcasts and writing stories I'm currently doing), please watch this video! It really inspired me to keep going in my journey :)
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Kurt + sensory prompts 21?
You have no idea how excited I was to write this!!! So much so I wrote way more than intended!!! Please enjoy!!!
He Marks His Fingertips in my Skin-Kurt (Curt/ken)
Summary: Curt's finally home after being gone for work and Ken wants to surprise him.
21, thigh high stockings and garter belts.
WC: 2,480
C/W: smut.
MOTA Masterlist!
Curt: I can't wait to see you tonight.
Ken: Me either.
Ken: I have a little surprise for you ;)
Curt: Do you now? :)
Ken: Yeah, I think you'll really like it.
Curt hated being away from Ken when he had overnight flights. He'd be gone from three days to a week or more. But coming home arguably was his favorite part.
The sound of the gravel driveway under the tires of the truck alerted Humvee. He picked up his head and his ears perked up, "Yeah, is dad finally home?" Ken smiled to himself standing up off the couch and unlocking the front door. He let him out onto the deck, the German Shepherd sitting by the screen door wagging his tail.
Curt waved to them grabbing his suitcase out of the back. He could make out from the porch lights Ken in a silk slip. He felt his stomach flip and his cheeks heat up knowing what tonight would entail.
"Hey Curtie." He held the screen door open for him.
"Hi, Kenny." He let go of his suitcase and pulled Ken in by his waist for a kiss, Curt tipping his head further into Ken's lips. He could basically taste how much Curt had missed him, "Did you tuck just for me, pretty boy?"
He felt his lips instinctively part letting out a whine as Curt took a handful of his crotch. "Maybe, but not for anyone driving by to see."
Ken pulled away, shaking his finger at Curt. He grabbed the suitcase handle and his pilot's hat off of him. He crooked it onto his own curls sending a wink to Curt as he turned, flicking his slip up past his ass and walking inside.
Curt swallowed hard, feeling the crotch of his pants begin to tighten. "Come on, inside boy." He scratched Hums behind the ear and followed after Ken.
"I'll get Cleo and Hums their bedtime treat and you meet me in the bedroom?"
"Don't keep me waiting." Curt wrapped his hand around Ken's ass squeezing. Ken felt the grin spread onto his face as he playfully shoved Curt away from him.
When Ken came sauntering into the bedroom closing the door behind him. Curt was able to finally see the full outfit. He had on white stockings and white leather garters. He sure hoped he had on the matching lingerie set under. Ken got on his knees in front of him from where he sat at the edge of the bed. "Let me get that for you, baby." He took his belt in his hands, unfastening the buckle, "Did you have a good flight home?"
"Yeah, pretty smoothe. Me and Dickie had time to actually just talk. Y'know I haven't flown with him lately."
“I'm glad, he should come over again for dinner sometime. I don't think I've seen him in a couple months." Curt let Ken slide off his pants with that angel soft touch.
His sweet, sweet boy.
"I gotta figure out next time Brady and Ham are back in town to have him over. Taco Bell three five nine reunion."
"Want this off?" Ken tapped his fingers against the carbon fiber socket.
"Please."
Curt watched Ken press the pin on the side releasing his prosthetic from the liner, setting it aside gently then peeling the liner off.
"Did you have a good week? How was work?"
"Pretty good, I finished fixing the engine on the Luscombe eight F.
"Proud of you." Curt shivered against Ken as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, shimmying them down, "Think it's only fair that you take this off?" Curt tugged at the thin, spaghetti straps of the slip.
“Yeah, I agree.” Ken put his hands on either side of him pushing himself up.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” He growled into Ken, the other boy straddling his waist and pulling him in for a deep kiss, tasting his strawberry lip gloss. He took no time grabbing the bottom hem of the slip and pulling it up over his head, tossing it aside. Then he stared at the transparent white lace top and the matching lace panties hanging low on him. Curt hooked his fingers into the panties pulling him back in for a rougher kiss, forcing his tongue down Ken's throat. Pleased with himself when he felt the moan rumble through Ken, grinding his hips down hard into his.
He wrapped his hands around his hips feeling the soft lace on his palms, he squeezed Ken's hips restricting his motion. He held him still the hiccup for air echoing from Ken’s mouth into his own. “Let me earn it, sir.”
That angelic, beautiful voice rang through Curt’s ears. Letting go of Ken as he got off the bed and on his knees. “What're you gonna do for me, cherub?”
He stared longingly into the beautiful green eyes flicked up at him, in one swift motion Ken took the base of his cock in his hand and hollowed out his cheeks swallowing it whole.
“Oh.” Curt purred out, digging a hand into the sheets, the other instinctively going into Ken’s curls. He didn’t break eye contact while sliding his mouth up his cock, sending Curt into a deep shiver nearly bucking his hips into him. It’d only been five days but for Curt it felt like a century. There was only so much his hand and a Polaroid of Ken could do.
“Just like that,” with Ken’s hair he pushed him back down feeling his tip hit the back of his mouth. The other let out a gagged sound, a drop of saliva running down his chin, “Youse’ gonna keep teasing me, Angel?”
“No, sir.” Ken mumbled around the cock with steady pacing bobbing his head. His dick becomes increasingly hard under the soft, amazing lips of Ken’s.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me, Kenny. I’ll let you pick how you want it tonight.” Curt purred, tipping Ken’s chin up slightly, seeing the tears beginning to drip out of his glassed over eyes. A proud smile falling onto Curt’s face reminding him just how easy he could make his sweet boy fall apart.
Taking the tuft of dirty blonde boy's hair he pushed Ken’s head back down onto his cock. “You’re all mine, you sweet little slut.”
He could feel the knot in his stomach forming, usually he could last longer but he had felt so depraved.
“Come on, pretty boy. Oh, oh.” Curt sat forward Ken flattening his tongue out on the underside of his cock. He couldn’t even process another thought as he shot his seed down Ken’s throat. Filling the boy's mouth with his seed, swallowing around him, “Fuckin’ hell Kenny.” He looked down at his boy seeing the sweet saliva and seed dripping down his chin. “Come here.”
That’s all he said before Ken launched himself up onto Curt straddling his waist and ripping his shirt off like some deranged fan girl. “How do you want it tonight, baby?”
“I wanna ride.” He could feel Ken’s breath against his neck as he kissed all over him. Curt let a toothy smile split his face hooking his pointer finger into the panties and snapped them against Ken.
“So fuckin’ hungry aren’t ya’?” Curt moved back leaning against the pillows and headboard. He could see the bulge in the front of the lace white panties, his pretty, pink cock pushing out begging for Curt to touch it.
“Please, daddy. Oh my god.” Ken grinded himself down onto Curt’s thigh. He could feel how damp Ken already was. Wrapping his arms around his waist he hooked his knee between Ken’s legs, flipping them over.
“My beautiful, beautiful sweet boy.” Curt mumbled against his skin wrapping his lips around his collarbone nipping at it. He felt the lace rub against his cheek continuing to nip at his angel, soft, and sweet skin. He tasted like fuckin’ candy, “How’d I get s’fuckin’ lucky?”
Ken’s head tipped against the pillow he squirmed under him. Beautiful stifles of noises falling from his lips.
“My angel and he’s all just for me.” He placed kisses all the way down his dewy skin. He took the band of the lace panties between his teeth feeling the thin fabric as he pulled them off of Ken.
“Oh my god,” Ken watched his cock seeping out with pre cum. The primal look in Curt’s eyes as he locked eye contact tugging the panties down. His cock slapped against his stomach as it finally came free. Shimming the panties down he held them in his hands taking in the smell of his sweet boys sent. Ken grabbed Curt’s dog tags in a swift motion pulling him back down towards him.
“You can’t wait any longer? You wanna be a brat for me?” He let the panties fall to the side of the bed with the rest of the clothes. Oh god, Curt wanted to take a picture of Ken so bad. Laid out all pretty in his white lace, his cock hard as could be looking as if he might literally pop from ejaculating.
“Please, daddy, please.” His eyes welling up with tears all over again. A sadistic smile fell onto his face, licking a strip from the base of his cock up. “Oh my. Curtie. Oh my god!” His curls pressed into the pillow arching his back just the slightest. Taking handfuls of the bedsheets.
“Jus’ you wait, baby.” Curt leaned over opening his bedside table drawer. Fishing out the bottle of lube sent a shiver down Ken’s spine, “Up.” He commanded him like a dog. The two of them swapped places, Ken sat on his knees staring at Curt trying everything in his power to not touch himself.
He had waited and waited all week for this. His cock was throbbing and he needed the warm feeling of that girthy cock in him right now. He was tempted to just ask Curt to go without fingering him.
“Come,” Curt pointed at his own chest. Straddling Curt’s hips the lace stockings were making him sweat even more. He felt so unbelievably sexy right now, but almost anyone could feel that way when Curtis Biddick looked at them like that, “Remindin’ me of our weddin’ night.”
He shivered thinking about the night's events in the hotel room. John and Gale joined them, Gale's cock shoved up inside Ken’s hole with Curt’s. “Please, daddy I’m so.” He went to grind back into him but Curt grabbed his thigh squeezing just above the garter.
“Sit still.”
“Yes sir.” He swallowed hard watching Curt teasingly squirt out the lube slowly as possible. Maybe he’d be ruining Ken’s orgasms tonight. One after another, until he was so pent up he’d come without Curt’s permission.
“Come on, ass up.” Swiftly he leaned forward onto Curt, his back arched, his ass up for him.
The sting of a slap against it sent a mewling noise out of his mouth, his lips parting slightly, “Ready sugar?”
“Mhm,” he let out a relaxing breath into Curt as he inserted his two fingers inside of him. They felt so warm and callus inside of him and that familiar feeling he had missed.
He’d been horny and pent up all week, at one point even going to Gale and John for relief. He began to move them inside him, pumping in and out at a slow pace. He held himself up tight so as not to force his hips back into him. God, he wanted to so badly, but he couldn’t be bad for Curt tonight.
“Sir,” he whined out into Curt’s neck, mouthing at his skin.
“Yeah, baby boy?”
“Can you add another finger, please?” He needed him so bad.
“You ask so nicely, of course I can’t tell my baby no.” He could practically feel the grin on Curts cheeks as he stuck his ring finger into him. His mouth fell open against Curt as he felt the stimulation on his nipples from moving just the slightest against him. The lace rubbed them just perfectly.
“Uh, uh.” He whined out practically wanting to bite at his neck to suppress his noises.
“Oh my god Kenny. You’re fuckin’ beautiful noises. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Please.” Ken felt Curt’s fingers essentially come ripping out of him, his calloused hands guiding his hips to sit back on his cock.
Curt put a hand on the bed sitting himself up more, Ken on his knees as he instantly started rocking his hips. Letting out a choked sob Curt wrapped his hand around the tip of his cock running his thumb over the slit. Pre cum dripping out nearly instantly. He was beginning to see stars already
“Let me see those pretty eyes.” Curt purred bucking his hips up into him taunting him.
“Right there, please. Keep going.” Ken grinded his hips down back into him meeting the thrust. Curt dropped his cock and grabbed the boy by his jaw.
“You heard me, Kenny.”
He had, but he felt so good. He didn’t want it to stop, his tears pricking his eyes from the white, hot pleasure. But then it all stopped. Curt’s hands squeezing Ken’s hips stopping him in his tracks.
Ken flicked his teary, glossed over eyes up at him. “How hard was that baby, that’s all I asked for.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“Do you wanna cum, baby?”
“Mhm, yes daddy.” He pushed out his bottom lip grinding his hips further again. Curt pulled Ken into his chest pushing further into him, bottoming out. Ken let out a stifled gasp into his ear, rocking his hips back and forth trying to gain any friction on his swollen cock.
“Oh, baby boy.” He hooked his fingers into the white lace strap snapping it against his back. He let out an airy gasp biting at Curt’s neck.
“Right there, daddy.” Ken was on the brink of his first orgasm of the night. His cock throbbing against Curt’s stomach, the other delivering even blows into him. He felt Curt’s cock hit his prostate and he couldn’t hold it anymore. “M’ gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, baby.” Curt wrapped his hand back around his cock his calloused hands pumping him once, twice, thumb over the slit. He was finished as he lurched forward into Curt, a pained screech leaving his throat, his head falling back and his back arched sinking further into Curt’s cock.
“Do you want me to come inside you?” Ken nodded, his curls falling into his face. Pushing his hips forward into his aftershock.
“Kenny, oh my god.” The feeling of the hot liquid filling him was just what he needed after a week away from him.
“Can we go for another round?” Ken panted into Curt’s neck, “You pick the position?”
“Fuck yeah.”
#masters of the air#mota#modern au#hs au but they’re older#kurt#ken lemmons#curtis biddick#curt x ken#ken has a daddy kink#smut
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Intimate Ink
Characters: Nanami Kento x Reader
Synopsis: Y/N, a struggling writer, finds herself in the clutches of a frustrating writer's block. In search of inspiration, she seeks the help of her boyfriend, Nanami. Hence his debut as the author's Muse.
Content warning: smut and profanities. Minors DNI.
A/N: this is just me giving myself a pep talk by indulging into my deepest desires loljk ha enjoy.
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"Fuck."
You grumbled as you turned away from your laptop, which you had been looking at for the last five minutes, hoping that an idea would finally come to you so you could begin writing the next sequence in the new chapter of your novel.
Everything was in place, but you couldn't manage to translate the scenarios in your imagination into actual words.
Just like your current mental state, the storm outside continued to wreak havoc. You swore you saw a chunk of someone's roof fly by. For a brief while, your heartbeat rate increased as you worried that the piece of metal would crash through your window and then slit your throat.
Crossing your arms as you leaned back on your chair, all the while closing your eyes to ground yourself, if there was one thing you had learned throughout your whole career as an author, it was that you shouldn't write when your head was clouded; otherwise, it would affect your output.
As you sat in silence in your office, you heard the front door open, indicating that your boyfriend, Nanami, was finally home from his errand run to the mall. He went shopping today for a new laptop charger after their golden retriever, Pepper, chewed on his old one. He couldn't bring himself to yell at the poor puppy since the relief he felt when Pepper didn't get electrocuted outweighed his displeasure.
Even though it was still early in the morning, your sleep-deprived boyfriend willed himself to go out and buy a replacement for his broken charger. His own deadline was nearing, so he didn't really have the time to procrastinate.
"I'm home," Nanami called out.
Deciding to take a break from writing, you finally stood up from your office chair and made your way downstairs to greet Nanami.
As soon as your eyes landed on him, a big smile appeared on your face. You had been dating for five years, but the feelings he gave you were very much the same as when you first started seeing each other.
"Were you able to buy what you need?" you asked.
Nanami nodded as he showed you the shopping bag in his hand as well as the milk tea you had requested him to buy on his way home. Maybe the sweet drink could help you get back on track.
You skipped over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying, "You're the best. Thank you, Nanamin."
Your ever stoic boyfriend gave you a boyish smile and said, "You're welcome. Have you eaten? I also bought food. You looked like you've been cooped up in your office all day."
"Yeah, I've been having a hard time with my novel. I can't seem to move forward."
"Your deadlines are not until next month, right?"
"Well, yeah, but... I don't like it when I'm in a stump." You chuckled humorlessly, clearly bummed about not being able to write at will.
"What part are you stuck at? Maybe I can help," Nanami said after settling down on the sofa.
"Huh? We-" Nanami immediately looked your way when you stopped abruptly, but before he could ask you what's wrong, you beat him to it and spoke first, "Yes, you can."
"I'm glad. So, which part of the chapter did you need help with?" Nanami asked again while tapping the space beside him, implying that you sit down with him.
So you did walk towards him, but instead of sitting beside him, you settled yourself on his lap. That caught him off guard, but he quickly adjusted and welcomed you quite eagerly; his eyes focused on you while he waited for your next move.
"Actually, I do know what to write next; I just don't know how to word it correctly. More specifically, I can't quite picture the scene in my head as accurately as I could."
"What do you mean?"
"I suck at describing positions, you see. But I might nail it down if I try to act them myself," you explained as you straddled your boyfriend, who was completely chill about everything so far.
"Hmm... is that so?" Nanami said coyly as he wrapped one arm around your waist to prevent you from falling backward, but apparently there was no need for that because as he was leaning backward to make himself more comfortable, you were already leaning forward towards him until you were chest to chest.
It was such a completely harmless gesture, but the tension in the room grew significantly stronger. It was so potent that they both felt their skin tingle with excitement. Nanami's intent stares and slightly wet hair caused by the rain weren't helping either. In all honesty, you felt your insides churn when you saw him by the foyer when he just got back from his errands. He looked so sexy and enticing, you almost jumped on him.
You cupped one side of his face, your thumb caressing his chiseled, gorgeous face. "Will you help me?"
After what seemed like forever, your heart started to race as you felt Nanami's arm wrap around your waist, keeping you steady on his lap. Your closeness started a spark of anticipation between you, and you exchanged a meaningful gaze. You could see the desire flickering in his eyes, mirroring your own.
Nanami's voice dropped to a low, husky tone as he played along with your unconventional request. "Alright, let's bring your imagination to life," he said, his voice laced with a mix of confidence and seduction.
You felt a shiver run down your spine as Nanami took the lead, his hands gently guiding your movements. With each gesture, he narrated the scenes from your novel, his voice resonating with a blend of authority and desire.
"The horny couple finds themselves in a secluded room," Nanami began, his voice captivating and commanding. Though his narrations were captivating, you were unable to refrain from laughing at the way he colored the characters in your story. But he was right on the money.
"Then the ever-needy bastard gently undresses her, savoring the sight of her exposed skin, inch by inch."
A soft moan slipped through your lips when you felt it brush against your crotch.
Nanami's hands moved with purpose, caressing your sides, his touch igniting a fire within you. Your breath hitched as you felt the brush of his fingertips against your skin, fueling your imagination and heightening your senses. Even more so when you felt his arousal grow firmer from the confines of his khaki shorts.
"Once she's bare before him, he explores every contour of her body," Nanami continued, his voice a sensual melody. He trailed his fingers along your arms, leaving a trail of tantalizing sensations in their wake. "His touch is electric, awakening every nerve and every hidden desire within her."
Your heart pounded in your chest as Nanami's hands moved further, tracing delicate patterns along your back and then the curves of your ass. You could feel the heat building between you two; the room continued to be filled with an undeniable magnetism.
You were so entranced that you didn't notice how quickly both of your clothes were coming undone.
"Their lips meet, hungry and eager, as your bodies intertwine," Nanami whispered, his voice a breathy caress against your ear. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your skin, igniting a cascade of tingles down your spine.
Your mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions, lost in the sensations Nanami created. You surrendered yourself to the experience, allowing your imagination to meld with reality.
"They lose themselves in the rhythm of their desires, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion," Nanami narrated, his voice filled with raw emotion. His hands explored your curves, leaving no inch untouched, matching the intensity of his words.
You and Nanami were enveloped in a world where your shared fantasies became tangible. The boundaries between fiction and reality blurred as Nanami brought your novel to life, painting a vivid picture with his touch and voice.
Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in sync with Nanami's steady rhythm. A surge of inspiration washed over you, breaking through the walls of your writer's block, but at this very moment, curing your inability to write was the least of your worries.
You wanted Nanami, and you wanted him now.
After your productive brainstorming session, you and Nanami found yourselves breathless. The air crackled with a mix of desire and satisfaction, and a mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you looked into Nanami's gaze.
Your lips curled into a seductive smile. "Well, well, Kento. I must say, you have quite the creative way to help me overcome my writer's block," you purred, your voice dripping with playful innuendo.
Nanami smirked, his fingertips tracing light patterns on your thigh. "I'm a man of many talents," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of confidence and desire. "But I must admit, it's not every day I get to bring a story to life in such a hands-on manner."
You leaned closer, your breath tickling his earlobe. "Oh, but you're so good with your hands, Kento. It's as if they have a mind of their own," you teased, your voice laced with undeniable allure.
Nanami's fingers trailed higher, causing you to shiver with anticipation. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Tell me, Y/N, what else do you enjoy about my hands?"
Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you leaned back slightly, your gaze meeting his. "I enjoy how they explore every inch of my body," you whispered, your voice dripping with desire. "How they leave trails of fire in their wake, igniting a hunger that only you can satisfy."
A flicker of challenge danced in Nanami's eyes as he grasped your chin, his touch gentle yet commanding. "Is that a challenge, Y/N?" he asked, a hint of playful arrogance in his voice. "Because I assure you, I'm more than capable."
Your lips curled into a wicked grin as you leaned in, your voice a sultry whisper. "Prove it," you challenged, your eyes smoldering with desire. "Show me just how skilled those hands of yours can be."
The room was filled with a tantalizing mix of laughter and moans as Nanami and you surrendered to your desires. Your banter continued, punctuated by passionate kisses and gasps of pleasure. The two of you explored each other with eager anticipation.
Your fingers traced the contours of Nanami's chiseled chest, reveling in the power that radiated from his body. "You feel so good," you whispered, your voice laced with a mix of breathless awe and desire.
Nanami's lips found their way to your neck, peppering it with gentle kisses and igniting a trail of shivers along your spine. "You taste even better," he murmured, his voice husky with need.
The needy bastard’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he complied, intensifying his advances. "You make the most beautiful sounds," he growled, the raw desire evident in his voice. "I love how you react to me."
Your hands explored with purpose, mapping out every curve and crevice of your intertwined forms. You arched your back, giving Nanami better access to your sensitive spots. "Right there," you gasped, your voice thick with need. "Don't stop."
Your bodies became a playground of sensations, with each touch and stroke driving you closer to the edge.
Your fingertips traced the contours of Nanami's sculpted chest, particularly his perky nipples, eliciting delicious sounds from his sinister lips.
Nanami's hands caressed your curves, his touch firm yet gentle. He reveled in the softness of your skin, savoring the sensation as his fingers glided along your body.
Your mouths met once again, tongues entwining in a fervent dance. It was a language of pining, expressing what words couldn't convey. As you kissed, your bodies moved in perfect harmony.
Your hands traced the lines of Nanami's muscled back, her touch both gentle and demanding. "You make me feel so fucking good," you whimpered.
Nanami's lips curled into a wicked smile as he locked eyes with you, his movements steady and deliberate. "And you, my love, are a vision of pure ecstasy," he replied, his voice husky with desire.
Your nails dug into Nanami's skin, the room filled with the sounds of your union—moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. It was driving you both incredibly insane.
As your pleasure intensified, your words grew more audacious.
"Fuck me harder," You moaned, your voice laced with a desperate need, to which Nanami happily obliged.
What his Queen wants, his Queen gets.
"Holy shit–you feel, so! so good!" You gasped, your voice filled with raw desire. "I need more of you, Kento."
Nanami returned your stare with a boyish smirk, his own yearning reflecting in his eyes. "You're insatiable, Y/N. But I'm more than happy to give you what you crave."
"Oh, fuck yes," You cried out, your voice filled with unbridled pleasure. "I'm so close, Nanami. Make me come; make me lose control."
Nanami's voice was a low, seductive growl as he replied, "Hold on a little longer, Y/N. I want to savor every second of this intoxicating pleasure."
Your bodies moved with a desperate urgency, their movements fueled by the primal need to find release.
Your voice trembled with a mix of anticipation and longing. "Nanami... I can't hold back anymore. I need to come. Please..."
Nanami's eyes smoldered with desire and a hint of adoration as he adhered to your request. "Let go, Y/N. Give in to the pleasure. Come for me."
At that very moment your bodies convulsed with bliss, their shared climax washing over you like a tidal wave.
As your breathing slowed and your bodies basked in the afterglow, feeling absolutely well-spent. After what seemed like a total bang fest, the two of them remained silent as you tried to come down from their high with Nanami leaned all the way back on the sofa and you were plastered on his chest wearing a smile that practically spells, "Just had the best fuck of my life."
The two of you spent the next several minutes catching your breath, the room enveloped in a comfortable silence as you basked in the afterglow of your shared ecstasy. Eventually, Nanami broke the quietude with his sultry voice, "Well, I hope I was able to help you gather enough inspiration and references for your novel."
In response, you released a weary chuckle, your voice carrying a hint of contentment, "You have no idea; in all honesty, I could write a whole trilogy at this point."
"Don't forget to mention me in your 'thank you' message, and I'd like to receive a portion of the revenue should your novel become a box office hit."
You rested an elbow on Nanami's chest, your eyes sparkling with playful mischief as you beamed at him, "Am I not enough? My readers only get an autograph and maybe a picture from me, but you get the whole package."
"Well, if that's the case, how about a bonus?"
"I'll think about it. Till then, keep your lines open," you replied with a teasing smile, and right after that, a yawn slipped through your lips, eliciting a fond chuckle from your boyfriend.
Your conversation seamlessly transitioned into a cozy stillness. As you drifted off to sleep, your bodies remained intertwined, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. When you awoke well past midday, the rest of the day was dedicated to unwinding and enjoying each other's company.
And as if Nanami possesses the voice of an angel, figuratively and literally, your novel did indeed reach box office success. True to your playful agreement, he received his well-deserved bonus.
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«Mike... » his voice was almost a whisper. He had thought about that conversation for months, imagining all the different possibilities in his mind and now it was the only time they could actually talk about it face to face before he left Hawkins again. Mike stopped and turned, giving him a warm smile. «Yeah?»
The casualness of his tone made Will consider the idea of just saying something about d&d, keep the situation as it was and let go of what he wanted to say. Maybe it was best to just forget everything that happened and move on, maybe Mike didn't think it was anything important and he just did it because he pitied him for being as he was. Maybe Mike was just being a good friend, in a way, and Will wanted to keep being best friends no matter what happened. The problem was that as Will watched the boy near him, he was pretty sure he would always feel like this for Mike... and after what Mike did the day before they left with Owens to keep El safe from the government, he at least deserved an explanation so that he could stop going crazy by thinking about it.
«Can we... can we talk? Alone.»
Will watched Mike realize the implications of his words and let go of a breath, like he was expecting this conversation to happen and dreading this.
He started stuttering a little.
« Uh... Y-Yeah... I guess, yeah. Let's go... in your room?»
Mike looked around nervously, the others were having various conversations while helping pack in the living room. Will was glad that no one was paying attention to them in that moment. They walked in silence to his room and he closed the door behind him. They still had a lot to pack, his closet was empty and the walls were now bare, but the bed was still as he had left it the day they left home. Mike sat on it and began fidgeting with his hands, clearly uncomfortable. Will's heart was beating so fast that he didn't know where he found the strenght to pull through and start talking.
« So, do you remember right before we left... at Castle Byers. I mean, we... you... I'm just, I've been kind of confused, I don't know...» he took another deep breath «I just want to know why. »
«Why?»
«Why... why did you... kiss me? » His face started burning up from the embarrassment, he had replayed that moment on loop so many times in his head but it always made him feel dizzy.
« I shouldn't have done that. » Mike let go this in a whisper and Will's heart sunk. He tried to stay calm as much as he could. The room felt suddenly really cold and alien to him.
« Okay. Why did you?» Ice was spreading in his lungs. « Was that... were you messing with me? I really don't know what to think, Mike, I've been thinking about it every day and I just, I don't understand why you would do something like that to me, it's not my fault that— it wasn't nice. »
« I'm sorry.»
The rage that was building inside him dismantled, replaced by confusion as he realized Mike's eyes were filling up with tears.
« I just... why? » He pleaded.
« Hey? Can you look at me? I thought we were best friends, I don't understand, you wouldn't... you wouldn't play with me like this, right? I mean, this... us... this is not a joke to me. It's not funny. »
« Us? What do you mean? »
« Ye-yeah... I mean, not that you... but I— you've never done anything like this and I don't, you're not cruel and maybe it wasn't important to you, it was just a joke or.. or I don't know.. but to me.. that, I have thought about that for a year and you just kissed me and left me there right after and then Owens comes and takes us away and when I can finally call you again you're pretending like nothing happened and... and I've been losing my mind, Mike! »
« Not important? Will what... I kissed you. I was not... it wasn't a joke. I wanted to. I wanted to... kiss you. »
« You wanted to?»
Mike got up and started pacing a little, Will noticed he was avoiding looking at him directly but was still stunned by what his best friend had just admitted to him.
« Look, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it like that and why I ran away, I was... scared, and embarrassed. I thought I had ruined everything between us because I mean, you didn't react at all and, like, I get it. You don't... it's okay. I'm sorry that I interpreted things wrong and I just wanted to go back to being us, being normal and just... just forget about it, okay? I just, I don't want to lose you as a best friend. Can we... pretend it just didn't happen and still be friends?»
« No!» Will almost screamed this, jumping up from the bed. Mike stopped, stunned.
« No?»
« No, we can't go back to being friends!»
« Will... what? Really!?» Mike's face contracted in that adorable half confused-half annoyed expression he made when he just was not understanding what was happening. Will's chest felt so warm from happiness and he just wanted to start laughing at how ridiculous this whole situation was.
« Did you want to kiss me?» He asked, instead, and took a step towards him.
They were almost face to face now and Will was smiling so much, he felt the need to reach for Mike's hand and the other boy let him took it and looked at their intertwined hands first, his cheeks turning scarlet and then his gaze went back to look into Will's eyes.
« What are you—»
« Mike. It's a simple question, did you want to kiss me?»
Mike's cheeks were so red now but honestly, Will was focused only on his lips, just waiting for his answer.
« I told you... yes I-»
Will took that final step. He couldn't contain his euphoria anymore. He took Mike's face with his hands and kissed him, shutting him up completely. Mike froze for one second before relaxing and kissing him back intensely. Mike had now brought his hands around his waist and was being delicate but firm at the same time. Will was just asking himself why they didn't do this before, this was what was always meant to be. They fit together like every stroke of paint in what must have been the most beautiful painting ever made. He knew art when he saw it and he was experiencing it right now with every kiss and every smile between them. They separated at one point and looked at each other for one second before falling into a tight hug that said every word they had not had the courage to say before. Will felt at peace in Mike's arms and he didn't want to let go but someone knocked at his door and they instinctively separated like they were caught doing something they shouldn't have done.
« Will! Mom said to let you know we have to go in one hour! » Jonathan's voice came through the door, Will was really glad his brother had decided to not barge in without warning like he usually did.
He sighed and screamed back.
« We're almost done! »
Mike smiled and proceeded to take Will in his arms again. He melted against the other boy. He wanted to enjoy this moment as much as possible.
They would think about the future another time.
#byler#will byers#mike wheeler#mini fanfiction by me#random byler Mini fic#I just write about them having 12863461872 different first kisses#that's just what I do#I mean Idk how to write tbh but this was in my brain and I can't draw either so what am I supposed to do if not attempt this
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I’ve just finished Cabin Pressure, and that was, to quote its character who also wrote the thing, brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. For the first few episodes, I thought it was quite a good sitcom, and would be gently amusing for thirteen hours. A few episodes in, I became attached enough to the show to not want to do anything except listen to it. From there I went through the rest of the 28 episodes (26 alphabet ones plus part 2 of Zurich plus a behind the scenes one at the end) quite quickly.
It usually annoys me when people describe any bit of comedy as being especially “British”, because I don’t think you can have a single category of humour to describe The Goon Show and The Thick of It and WILTY and Stewart Lee and Josie Long, to name a few things off the top of my head that are as different from each other as I can imagine. Last year I took my best friend to see Nish Kumar, and he didn’t like it, and I was surprised, and he said I shouldn’t be because I know he doesn’t like British comedy, and I said yes but he based that opinion entirely on seeing Monty Python’s Holy Grail as a kid, and he said well it’s all British comedy. And I said Nish Kumar hasn’t got anything in common with Monty Python (I say that not as a slight against Nish Kumar, if anything it’s a slight against Monty Python).
Having said that, Cabin Pressure immediately strikes me as the absolute epitome of British humour. I don’t like the idea of describing British humour as anything in particular, but if I had to describe it, I’d point to Cabin Pressure. Or maybe it’s just Radio Four humour. A radio show with a bunch of characters who are quite well drawn considering the small number of episodes, getting into sitcom trope-infused situations while being deadpan-ly sarcastic at each other and pronouncing everything perfectly and saying “brilliant” a lot. Peak British comedy. Peak Radio Four.
A lot of playing with class and status among the characters, not just two in opposition to each other but a bunch who are all at different levels, some cases of one person's class not matching up with their status, humour is mined from all these clashes. That's British as fuck. They all do that. Fawlty Towers and The Thick of It and Stewart Lee all do that.
It was so good. I liked how the plot got thicker as it went along, the characters better drawn out, they remembered and brought back little details rather than retconning anything inconvenient. I liked that the characters and relationships actually grew and changed. It had the perfect mix of comfortingly familiar sitcom tropes, with enough character complexity to feel original. Sharp dialogue that made sense for each character, so it didn't feel like the writers were just showing off their cleverness (obviously they were also doing that, but they justified it every time). I don’t watch/listen to fiction nearly as much as I used to, and it’s been some time since I’ve gotten this invested in fictional characters.
I think the alphabet theme might have been what kept any episode from feeling like filler, that there was a clear plan from the beginning for every episode to matter. They were all well written and well acted and if I were re-listening I could jump in to any part of any episode and enjoy it. The whole thing was a delight. Wonderful British humour that I'm definitely adding to the hard drive of comedy that I'm giving my dad for Christmas. I'm very glad I did that.
Having said that, for months now, Cabin Pressure has been sitting in the "comedy to listen to" folder on my phone, with the thought that I'd listen to it once I was done every other thing on my list, and when I finish that I'll start a new long-running thing. It's been months but I've finally finished all of it. What am I supposed to do with my life now?
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Another batch of Forgotten Land Roleswap asks!
Look under the cut for answers and a behind the scenes sketch page! ;D
Thank you for the kind words!
Meta Knight doesn't have Mouthful-mode in my particular AU- Combo-mode is more Sworn Partner-flavored which is I why I went with it. But also for some reason I literally cannot bring myself to draw Meta consuming automobiles and vending machines. Too wild of a concept for me! But if anyone reading this is capable of doing so, I welcome the possibility HAHA
I had to hold onto this ask for a while because you gave me some really good food for thought! As of now I don't have plans to swap any of them since they don't play a big part in the comic but if I get struck by divine inspiration, I'll have you to thank for putting the idea in my head!
Stubborn knight!! I think he's so used to being self-sufficient that he dislikes being "coddled" by others and prefers to take things into his own hands. This is actually something the comic will explore down the line! I've interpreted some other possible reasons why he's so stubborn about this but it will have to be revealed in the future ;)
Aww thank you!! I'm glad you like his design, I put plenty of love into it! Maybe this is a good excuse for me to share the page I designed him on and some of the backstory behind it:
The above were my very first Roleswap drawings back in April 2022! It was born purely out of my desire to see a badass Bandee boss fight and I had just finished the Forgotten Land game. I started at the top and ended up with the designs at the bottom right- with a few additional changes these became the final versions! I wanted him to have more of an Awoofy silhouette since I figured they're a great equivalent to Popstar's Waddle Dees!
An AU creation fun fact: I initially just swapped Bandee and Dedede! I drew the above that same month- this is supposed to be the cutscene before the Winter Horns boss where the big reveal happened! Kirby was P1 and Dedede was P2. I didn't even create Roleswap Elfilis yet!
But the more I explored the possibilities, the more roles I swapped. It took me like another month to actually have the Sworn Partners be the "playable" characters, shuffle the Beast Pack around, and finish the rest of the swaps.
That was a long-winded way of saying, thanks for liking Roleswap Bandee!! I owe the little Awoofy Dee a lot because without him I wouldn't be having a blast making this AU!!
Ahh thank you so very much!! Combo moves were so fun to make haha. I love some good teamwork.
And yes, I love writing their dynamic too! I figured if they already understood each other perfectly at the beginning of the story, it would be kinda boring. Don't get me wrong, they are already pretty close in the beginning- enough to tease and be prickly idiots with each other while still maintaining that respect between them! :P But they are going to have some nice opportunities to get to know each other better, build even more trust, and reach a deeper understanding~! <3
Oooh! Interesting theory~ *whistles a non spoilery-tune*
These are more comments than questions but I still wanted to share them! Ya'll make me laugh!
If you've made it this far, I leave you with a tag from @what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me on Pages 31-32. It made me laugh until I choked. xD
Thank you all for continuing to brighten my inbox and feed with your great questions and comments!
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