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mayearies · 9 months

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OPEN ARMS? …. miles g. morales ⟡

જ⁀➴ genre : angst | warnings : breakup, no happy ending, lengthy blurb

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ note! : yeah this made me cry if u cry sorrieee

miles knew you too well. you wanted him to choose a new path in life, and he thought different.

you liked to take him out on random dates sometimes. walks around brooklyn, stay up talking, but most of all—convincing him he doesn’t need to do this. he’s heard it a thousand times. he has to.

today was a bad day to catch him. and he would later come to you in the dead of night and find your endless persuasive ramblings being an earworm for him.

“ listen. i get your point, i seriously do. but can you shut up with the prowler shit. for five seconds.”

“ i’m sorry-”

“ i just- i dont wanna talk about it, okay?”

miles wasn’t like this all the time. in fact, he was rather sweet towards you. no matter how annoyed he was, he was usually nice. but he didn’t look recognizable to you anymore. he looked disappointed.

he didn’t hold your hand like he used to when you walked down the street, he was more distant. and you didn’t see him as much anymore.

the ringing of your protests against him were always in his ear, even if you weren’t speaking. thats just what made him more upset. but he didn’t know what to be upset at.

you walked slightly beside him. he would slow down if you trailed too far behind. you didn’t know if you should follow him back home. suddenly, he stopped. “ can i ask you somethin’?”

“ mhm.”

“ do you really think i’m a hero?”

you knew what he had to see. some die, some live, some injured. some of those he had to inflict. but he said he did it for the greater good. for you and brooklyn. “ …i don’t know.”

miles scoffed at your answer, kicking the rocks on the pavement. his sudden change startled you a bit. “ great answer. just absolutely amazing.”

now, there’s one thing here. he can be upset all he wants. but he shouldn’t gain an attitude.

“ you need to chill out-”

“ don’t tell me what to do, [name].”

he doesn’t use your first name a lot. what happened to nicknames? what happened to ‘ma?’ ‘darling?’ ‘amor?’ what happened to those? are they just lost to time now..?

his distance was bothering you. he just wasn’t miles anymore. you don’t know who this is. is this the prowler you’re talking to? you grabbed his wrist making him stumble back. “ i’m worried! i’m worried about you.”

“ well don’t.” snapping at you was something he never did. never once in his life. he would tell you to back off, yeah, but never like that before. “ i’m fine.”

“that’s bullshit!”

he was really trying not to snap at you right now. you were working his last nerve. he doesn’t want to argue. he just wants you to leave it alone and move on. as you always do.

he huffed before relaxing his expression. “ look. just don’t worry about me, alright?” he paused, “ you hear me? just stop.”

you felt unheard. you felt so ignored. " you're a fucking liar! do you expect me not to worry about you when you come to my window at three in the morning? covered in bruises?! is that how you wanna play this out!?"

miles’ expression turned stern. even as he began to shake a little. you couldn’t believe this was miles. “ you think i’m still your sweet boy ?? do you really think that !?"

he looked hurt, he wasn’t happy.

" …i-" you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. he used to be so loving. so caring. it didnt feel like he was here at all. he just felt like a stranger. someone who walked all over your heart.

“ forget it-” silence filled the thick atmosphere again.

“ do you even think im alive, miles?"

miles stopped walking, he looked back quickly. he seemed confused.. and a little hurt. he saw you on the verge of crying. he would always say if he made you cry, he would never forgive himself for that.

" do you think im here? do you think i just-" your voice started breaking, " i just dont ever think about what you're going through? when i clean up your blood from my sheets? do you think i dont care?"

you cant avoid the inevitable, huh? yeah. he thought that too. he knew this would happen. “ because i assure you— i do care. i care more than- more than anyone else! anyone else that you know as a friend. thats why i ask. but you never tell me. never once. i do all of this for you, and i get nothing. miles.”

miles sighed, he had always felt this way—he didn’t deserve you. he knew he didn’t. you? he doesn’t know. it’s just hard for him to show how he really feels sometimes. “ ..please know i care.” he paused, wrapping his arms around you.

“ i really do. i hate to see you so worried about me.. and i hate that i have to put you through that.” he looked down over your shoulder, ashamed.

"then why? why, miles?"

miles paused for a minute, trying to find the right words. “ i have to do it.” he knew those weren’t the words you wanted to hear.

"for what sake!?"

" …i can’t just stand by..” miles sighed, his voice becoming weak. " i can’t."

you cried into his jacket as he rubbed your back. you knew a solution to this. you did, but it wouldn’t be pretty. it wouldn’t be anything considered nice.

pulling away, you stared at you feet. some tears still dripping to the pavement, "… maybe it isnt best… we see each other right now." your breath was shaky, and you could feel his demeanor change. "its just- you have a lot on your plate and… i dont wanna be involved in that."

miles was now silent, there didn’t seem to be anything he could say right now. he felt defeated, like there wasn’t anything he could do to change your mind. “ are you sure?”

you sighed lightly, “ no.”

you knew it had to happen. it was the only way to catch him a break. this was for him, not you. "you cant have it all, miles. i just wish we had better timing… you know?" you were on the verge of crying again.

miles was trying his best to keep you from crying. he knew that. he was lucky enough to even know you. he wish you met somewhere else. some other universe. “ no- please don’t cry. don’t do this to me.." he took his hand to yours, he really didn’t want this to be the last time you talked.

you had to let him go. you had to. it was for the greater good.

miles was still waiting with his hand in yours.. “ please. just tell me your not going to leave. im sorry." he said, he sounded.. really worried. he hated this.

"i just.. feel like i cant love you the same.."

miles had frozen, he didn’t know what to say. he felt like you were leaving forever. tears had started to form in his eyes, he was speechless. those were the words he’s always feared. the one thing he wanted to avoid.

“ please don’t leave me.. it’s just- i dont- i dont know what to do anymore. please. i love you.”

even after everything, you still believed he could figure it out. but you weren’t part of that equation at all. you could see his breath hitching softly as tears stained his face.

you cupped his face and smiled weakly at him. "… meet me in a year. just… find yourself before you find me. can you promise me that?"

your eyes looked pleading and caring. he shakily nodded his head which made you giggle a little. he seemed to have calmed down now, and was prepared for whatever the future has to hold. “ you’re a pretty crier, y’know?”

“ heh,” he sniffled, “ you never fail to make me smile.”

even with all his doubts, he still couldnt grasp how he met someone like you. you were his everything. everything he liked in one. he couldn’t ask for any less.

“i’ll be waiting for you with open arms, mamita.”

and he did. but you never came.

as i said before. you can’t avoid the inevitable, yeah?

afterwards note! : my layout will continue to be inconsistent thanks for asking

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bimbosandbubbles · 11 months

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Warning’s—masturbation,scent kink,breeding kink(vague),cumming desperate Denji,

Pervert Denji! Who’s obsessed with little chubby you! All because you stumbled into him on a silly walk. And omg! He’s never felt anything so soft,so welcoming and warm pressed against his thin lanky frame. The moment you make contact with him,he internally groans at the utter softness you exude. He doesn’t even know you yet and he’s already imagining gripping the excess flesh that surrounds your frame. When he hears your flustered apology,his cock practically stretches the poor fabric of his black slacks.

! “Oh my god,I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Denji doesn’t know what to focus on. Your pretty lips forming in a shocked worried little O shape or your sweet voice worrying about him. He forces out a response and he’s blushing so hard just from looking at you. Your sweet voice graces him some more as you continually apologize and talk to him. He swears it’s okay,that you could never do anything to harm him. The conversation goes so long that he manages to get your number and he takes that to his full advantage.

Pervert Denji! Who constantly calls you whenever he’s having a bad day or..when he can’t get off just from imagining you anymore. He can just cum from the way you say his name so sleepily and so caring. “I can’t sleep,can you talk to me until I do?” You oblige him happily and instantly purge into rambles and rants. Each word helps each stroke—each urging pulse thats surging through his aching dick. He hums uh huhs or mmms,anything to distract you from the whimpers and groans he’s producing. You always sound so good—so sweet and loving. He can imagine your voice hitching as he’s suckling on your chest or even better drowning between your supple thighs.

Pervert Denji! Who begs you for every single picture of yourself to send to him. From your outfits to not the candid moments he loves it all! Seeing your chubby face adorning smiles or funny expressions just makes his heart warm. But it’s not that innocent,it never is with Denji. Seeing your kind little face makes him crazy. He wants to make you do so many expressions! Like he wants to see his cock shape your mouth back into that pretty little O shape. He wants to make your eyebrows scrunch—twisting in painful ecstasy because his greedy mouth latched onto your poor clit. But his favorite would be your teeth biting on the lower flesh of your lips—muffling all the sweet noises he’s causing!

! He can just hear your pleas now. “N—No ‘ore ‘Enji! s’too much! or “It feels too good! Can’t take it anymore. You’re making me ‘eel so good!” or “S’good Denji,making me feel s’good! Thank you!” All those pretty words leaving your mouth when he has his dick sunken into you. He really wants you to tell him he’s doing a good job!

Pervert Denji! That can’t stop thinking about you so he stalks all your online pages. Insta,TikTok,whatever. It doesn’t matter if you post or not but if you do he’s waiting to be the first to see it. You’re just so so pretty to him! How can he not want to see that beautiful face first? But it’s not only your face that he loves,it’s your body too! You just have so much supple flesh that he wants to grab and grip,kiss and suck,squeeze and pinch—anything as long as he gets to touch your plush form. Although he loves your body as a whole he just can’t get over your stomach and boobs.

! It doesn’t matter if your boobs are small or big! He loves the way the natural weight of them slightly drooping down your chest! Because it points down to your palpable tummy! He loves imagining sucking on your perky nipples—lengthy hand rubbing and gripping the soft skin of your stomach—the perfect combo! He just wants to suck on your perfect tits—lay on you and just take his frustrations or comforts onto you while he’s sucking on your chest,often indulging with the sweet thought of you playing with his hair and telling him affirmations.

Pervert Denji! That gets off on your scent! Especially when you’re sweaty or extremely hot. The natural scent of you is just so..erotic to him. Like some desperate hound who’s chasing a delicious scent Denji will get extra close to you—hugging you with more want when your sweaty,rubbing his nose on whatever he can reach to smell you. He loves that smell because it’s just simply nature—he can only imagine what your sweaty pussy would smell like. Especially if it’s hairy,he wants that sweat smell to carry onto your mound. He just wants you to let him nudge his nose in between your folds and inhale that arousing aroma.

Pervert Denji ! That always finds himself with his thin hand wrapped around the slender base of his cock,pumping up and down to you. “(Reader) ‘anna fuck you! Wanna be in your pretty pussy! Need you ‘o bad!”

! Babbles after babbles always bounce off the walls of his room. He just knows you’d feel so good! He imagines that you sweet cunt will feel so warm and soft and fuck—wet! The poor man that overstimulates his throbbing cock—liquidy and runny cum coating his smart fingers—just cause the thought of you riles him up so easily. He wants to cum in you—over and over again. Wants to see you covered filthy with his seed.

Poor Pervert Denji ! Who just wants to make you his girlfriend! Denji that wants to please you in every single way the word could be used. Denji that can’t control his urges just because he wants you so so so bad.:(

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amyispxnk · 6 months

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Best Idea You’ve Ever Had

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel’s job is boring so you help make it a little more exciting ;)

A/N: I actually don’t have anything to say this time (goes on to ramble) I kind of like it and I’m like ‘oh I wrote a decent smut for once’ but I feel like I’m gonna read this again tomorrow and be like ew. I don’t really feel like I did this justice if you get what I’m saying. Feels very basic boring but anyway please read lmk and all the shit!!

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: established relationship, SMUT - blowjob, face-fucking, cum eating -, pet names, kissing, good girl used once, mm i think that’s it

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Joel adjusted the reading glasses which were close to falling off his nose, head tipping downwards as he tried to not fall asleep during this damned meeting and actually take notes which he needed for later.

His job was great, paid well, had reasonable enough hours - compared to his last job, where he could be working until anytime between 5 and midnight - and wasn’t too difficult, but god was it boring. He’d much rather be doing anything at all with you. You, who were probably sat downstairs, nose buried in one of those books you always read, legs curled beneath you as you laid on the couch, without him. It was the weekend, you were supposed to be spending time together and instead he was forced into work again, missing out on spending time with you again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, looking back up to the computer screen when he heard a quiet knock on his office door.

“Joel?” Your small voice asked from behind it, keeping caution to not disturb him too much during his meeting.

He checked his microphone was muted before turning slightly. “Yeah, sweetheart?” He replied, watching as you walked in and gently shut the door behind you. You walked past his chair and sat on the small couch which was to the left of his desk, just behind it.

“You ‘member what we were talking about last night?” You asked.

He pondered it for a moment, furrowing his brows and cursing his age for not remembering that thing you were discussing the night before. You always talked a lot at night, save for a few times when he’d been close to sleeping on the couch and you could barely manage sleeping back-to-back, so his mind was replaying the most recent, lengthy conversation you’d had. When he remembered, his expression flickered with surprise before his lips curved into a smirk.

Last night, you two had talked about plans for the weekend during dinner when his meeting came up.

“I wanted to spend the whole weekend with you, we barely get time anymore..” He said with a frown as he finished telling you about the meeting and how long it would certainly take.

“Because we’re workin’ our asses off.” You quipped, trying to lighten his mood a little bit and internally melting at just how distraught he seemed at not being able to be with you the entire day tomorrow.

“That’s true.” He agreed with a little smile.

You let a moment of silence pass as you both finished eating quietly, when a devilish thought crossed your mind - a grin broadening on your face to pair with it.

“What you smirkin’ ‘bout?” He questioned as he took a sip of his water and stood up to go put your dishes away, you following behind him into the kitchen.

“Your meeting’s gonna last pretty much the whole day then?” Dodging the question as you still mulled over your idea in your head, not wanting to straight up ask him in case it made him feel awkward.

He nodded, uncertainty now painting all of his features as he looked at you. “What evil plot’re you cookin’ up in there?” He tapped on the side of your skull before his arms crossed over his chest and he leaned back against the counter, watching you and waiting for you to speak.

“What if I sucked you off during the meeting?” You blurted out, unable to stop yourself from laughing after you said it. “Sorry- if it’s weird, I just thought it might be fun, you’re always saying your job is so boring and annoying and-”

He quickly cut you off from your rambling. “Best fuckin’ idea you’ve ever had.” He told you, mind reeling at the prospect and his eyes genuinely seeming to light up as he thought harder and harder about it (something else getting harder and harder with it).

You were not expecting such an enthusiastic answer, nor such an enthusiastic kiss from him which made you feel like you were being swooped off your feet.

You giggled into the kiss as he finally broke apart from you, chest rising and falling heavily. “That’s settled then, I’ll add it to my checklist for tomorrow.” You smiled before going to get a glass of water and getting ready for bed.

“Yeah. I remember.” He said slowly, eyes narrowing as he thought it over in his head. “I gotta speak too though, might make it difficult.”

You walked up to him, lips pushed forward in a pout as you leaned forward to look over his shoulder, confirming his camera was off, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Please, Joel. Jus’ wanna make you feel good.” You spoke in a sultry tone.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his jaw clenched and praying to the lord nothing would go wrong, also asking for some more resistance against you because you could honestly get him to do anything anytime you wanted just like that.

“Okay.” He nodded, pants growing tighter as he watched you lower yourself beneath his desk, making sure you didn’t knock your head and settling between his legs. He adjusted his positioning in the chair so he could spread his legs a little wider for you, giving you the go-ahead.

You reached for the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and letting them pool around his ankles as you took his throbbing cock in hand, pumping him a few times and savouring the sight of him literally tearing the fabric of his office chair, digging his nails into it as he resisted the urge to move, grab you, touch you, pull you closer - anything.

You pressed kisses around his groin, a hand reaching up to massage his balls gently as you teased him and waited until it was his turn to speak.

He groaned at your touch, brows furrowed as he panted heavily. It was his turn to speak now, and he cautiously turned on his mic, putting his left hand on yours to still your movements for a moment as his right shakily grabbed his notes and he cleared his throat, starting to give the run-down on all the work that had been completed or needed to be done from the past fortnight.

You waited for a moment, listening to him talk before pressing a small kiss to his tip, making his cock jump in response as he choked on his words, eyes widening as he tried to mentally prepare himself for this.

Your lips gently closed around the flushed head of his cock and you sucked, making him cough abruptly as he tried to cover his moan. This was going perfectly.

You ease the rest of his length down your throat, nose coming flush to the coarse hair at its base as you begin to move back slowly, still toying with his balls as you do so.

“God- damnit.” He grits, having just come to the end of his bit, immediately turning his camera and mic off and grabbing a fistful of your hair. He leans back so he can get a better view of you and notices that one of your hands slipped down past your shorts and into your panties, your finger rubbing harsh circles onto your clit as you blowed him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, meeting your eyes. “You get off on this? Sucking my cock?”

You nodded so quickly your head could fall off, eager for him to release his grip so you could get back to what you started, but he had other plans.

“Y’gonna let me fuck this pretty throat, sweetheart?” He asked, pulling your head backward a little so you could give him proper consent.

“Y-yes, Joel. Please.” You breathed, head spinning as he immediately shoved his dick back into your mouth, making you work extra hard to not gag around his length as he began fucking it with earnest. His head fell back against the seat as his hips started moving on their own accord, chasing the wet heat of your mouth as he got closer and closer to his climax, thrusting one final time before stilling and spilling his hot load down your throat with a moan of your name.

You swallowed it all, sticking your tongue out to show him.

“Fuck, such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?” He groaned at the sight of you, pushing his chair back so you could get up from beneath the desk. His meeting finished and the call had ended, his computer screen now completely black and reflecting the pair of you in it.

Your legs wobbled slightly as you got up, and you could feel your heartbeat in your pussy as you stood between his spread legs, waiting for him to speak.

He pushed himself out of his chair and met your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue immediately darting out to meet yours as his hands roamed your body, one of them pulling your shorts down and getting them off you before he picked you up and started walking to your bedroom.

“Let me repay the favour, darlin’”.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed!! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open! 💞

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oh2z · 11 months

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he’s back. kim taerae

word count: 2.04k (woops)

summary: soon after realizing taerae had came back from the uk, you call him to get answers. highly suggestive. reader discretion advised.

contents: sub!taerae, dom!reader, phone call, guided masturbation, pet names

a/n: the beginning is very lengthy sooorry i rambled lol, reader is afab!

you and taerae have been friends since you both could remember. you’d do everything together; play, homework, even sleepover at each others homes. though you two were super close, you were just friends. nothing more, nothing less.

your bond was unbreakable- taerae being the timid, shy boy that he is and you being the bolder, gut-sy, slightly younger friend he had. taerae was a little older than you, but you always saw him as a cute friend that could always count on you. why would you ever question it? you literally nicknamed him “tae”.

it was until the summer of your last year in high school that you only saw taerae as a friend. before you knew it, taerae changed. he grew taller, voice dropped, and he even started to dress more fashionable. taerae in your eyes had changed. you found him attractive.

of course you’d never let him find this out, what if it costs your whole relationship? but little did you know, taerae felt the same way about you, he too was scared that it would break the friendship the both of you had for so long.

as soon as university started, you both grew farther and farther away from each other. when it came to your schedules, workloads, and even jobs- you guys just had no time to hang out anymore. the both of you were practically strangers.

at times, you’d see a girl talking about taerae, or even taerae talking with other girls, and it would always sting. hiding your emotions, you just went around and dated. and so did he.

there would be times that you two texted each other, but it was nothing super big, probably just a few “how are you” and “hey” messages.

junior year came, and you suddenly didn’t see taerae in school anymore. you asked around, and found out that he went on an exchange program, abroad in the uk. “he told other people..but not me.” you thought to yourself, upset.

the end of junior year approached quickly as you were solely focused on your studies. taerae still lingered in your mind, but you had enough on your plate already.

it was a summer night that you threw yourself on your bed, opening you phone to check social media. you felt tense, the stress from summer program applications starting to get to you. soon enough, through other peoples snapchats, you found out that taerae returned from the uk.

angry, you clicked the “tae” you had saved in your phone, and hoped he hadn’t changed his phone number yet. to your luck, he answered.

“hello? y/n-ie?” taerae said, a light english accent on his soft voice.

“oh, so you remember my name?” you reply, a clear angry tone in your words.

you hear a disappointed sigh come from the other line, and you start to worry. “taerae?” you ask, genuinely concerned.

“i’m sorry-” he blurts. “it’s just that once university started we started to hang out less, and i thought you didn’t like me anymore- b- but i had feelings for you, i- i mean i still do but-” taerae sputtered before you cut him off. “no i’m sorry,” you started. before you processed what he said.

“wait what was that last part?” you asked with hope in your voice. “well- i said that i liked and still like you, y/n.” taerae whispers while laying on his bed.

“i am an idiot,” you blinked. “so fucking stupid.” you told yourself underneath your breath.

“what? no- wait what?” he asked, confused.

“taerae, i felt the same way.

the two of you begin to catch up for the next 45 minutes over the phone. you both share the fun experiences you have had while getting lost in conversation together. it was nice.

the line fell quiet, but you found yourself not wanting to hang up yet, and it seemed that neither did he.

“what are you doing now?” you asked him.

“hm...just laying in my bed,” he replied, sounding like he was shifting his position. “probably going to sleep soon.”

“do you share a room?”

“no, not anymore. my brother’s room is a couple doors down the hallway. i don’t think you seen him in a loooong while, right?”

“yeah, it’s been awhile” you chuckle.

“you should come over sometime,” taerae suggested “he’s pretty cool now.”

“i can’t wait to see him again then,” you teased.

“well...don’t be too excited to meet him,” he said, pouting slightly.

you laughed. “i can’t help it, i’m excited to see your family again. your kind parents, and i bet your brother is handsome..” you teased.

“yeah yeah, i guess my parents are kind of nice- wait! i’m handsome!” he insisted.

“of course! i know my tae-ie is handsome.”

“thank you y/n,” he said, sounding pleased.

“so- what are we wearing, mr handsome?” you asked, your tone changing a little as you imagined him stretched out on top of his bed. nervous, not knowing why you just said what you said, you waited for his response.

“uh...” he seemed shy. you didn’t press the silence, just waiting to see what he would say. “just...my sweatpants.”

“awe that sounds comfy,” you replied, adjusting your position in bed. “just your sweatpants then? no shirt?”

“y-yeah...no shirt,” he gulped. with your mind racing, it’s just your emotions talking right now.

“hmm. i’d like to see that,” you replied lowly, imagining his tanned chest laid bare, corded muscle contracting with each breath he took, his bicep bulging just slightly as he held the phone to his ear, his other hand resting lightly on his stomach.

“wh-what about you, what are you wearing, y/n-ie?” he asked shyly after a breath.

“oh? i’m just wearing an old t-shirt and some panties,” you replied, stretching your limbs around.

“th-that’s it?” he asked, breath hitched.

“mhm.”

he was shifting on the bed quietly, you could hear movement and his soft breaths. he hesitated before speaking again, seeming unsure how far he could take this conversation before you would stop it.

“what color are you panties?” he asked then, his voice breathy and low.

“hm? black,” you replied after glancing down at them. “they aren’t very comfy though, i need some new ones,” you pouted, smirking as you spoke.

“they aren’t comfy?” he breathed.

“nope.”

“maybe...you should take them off,” he said, sounding awkward and cute, like he was nervous to say it, but also desperate for you to do it.

“you think so? how about i’ll take my panties off if you take your sweatpants off.”

“okay,” he replied quickly. there was rustling on his end of the phone and true to your word you removed your panties, excitement at the thought of him imagining you rushing through you. “okay i’m done,” he said.

“me too,” you let him think about that for a breath before going on. “what kind of underwear do you have on?” you asked.

“um just some boxers.”

“what color?”

“gray.”

“i bet gray looks good with your tan,” you replied. you could hear him breathing and you waited, seeing what he would say next. he seemed like he wanted to speak but was hesitating.

“what- what do you want me to do next?” he asked then. you smirked.

“i want you to...run your hand down your chest,” you said in a low voice, making yourself sound breathy and quiet. “over your stomach and to you waistband.”

you could hear him breathing and you knew he was brushing his fingers over his skin like you instructed. he whined softly when he reached his pants.

“what’s the matter?” you cooed.

“i got to my waistband. you didn’t say to keep going.”

“what do you want to do taerae?” you asked him, feigning innocence. he wasn’t going to do anything until you told him to, and it made you feel very powerful.

“i...i want to touch myself,” he breathed, his voice sounding needy and whiny.

“go ahead bub,” you whispered, pressing the phone close against your ear. “pull it out and touch it.”. there was a brief rustling on his end of the phone before a tiny, relieved moan escaped his lips, and you knew he was curling his fingers around himself, grasping his firm member. “how do you feel in your hand?” you asked him.

“h-hard,” he breathed.

“mm,” you hummed in response, slipping the hand that didn’t hold your phone down between your legs. “that’s good baby,” you said. there was a little gasp from his end when you called him baby, he just followed it with a tiny whine. “i bet your big, pretty hand looks really nice wrapped around your hard cock, doesn’t it baby?”

he whimpered slightly. “please y/n”

“tell me what you want, tae”

he breathed for a moment, the breaths blowing over the mouthpiece and into your ear. “i want to come,” he whimpered.

“and you want y/n-ie to help you?” you questioned.

“yes, y/n please.”

“listen to you baby, asking so nicely,” you cooed. “go ahead and stroke it for me then. but go slow.”

“ah- okay,” he whispered. you know he was doing it, you could hear the movement.

“that’s a good boy,” you told him, circling your clit lightly with the pad of you finger as you listened. “go a little faster now baby.” he did so, little breathy moans escaping him as his pace increased.

“ah-ah,” his volume rose a bit with each moan and you could hear the movement of his arm as he continued to pump himself. you slipped a finger deeper between your legs, brushing softly at yourself, beginning to speed up to match his pace.

“taerae...you made me wet with your dirty little moans,” you told him.

“fuck, fuck y/n,” he groaned loudly at that.

“that’s right baby- don’t stop-” you gasped and moaned lightly into the phone, making noises for him as you added a second finger. his moaning began to speed up- switching from longer softer groans to little quick breathy ones and you knew he was getting close. “you’re doing so good baby. how is my tae-ie feeling?” you asked.

“y/n- ah- so, so good-”

you cut him off, moaning his name suddenly as your fingers plunged more deeply into yourself.

he gasped loudly when he heard his name, the rustling of his arm pumping himself quickly and the music of his high pitched, breathy moans turning you on even more, your fingers slicked with your wetness.

“oh my go- oh fuck,” he suddenly moaned “y/n can i come please can i come,” he asked all in one breath.

“yes- yes,” you moaned out as you felt yourself nearly there as well. he gave one last loud moan as he released all over his hand and stomach and the sound of his pleasure sent you over the edge, your knees shaking as you came, whimpering loudly yourself. the two of you panted quietly for a moment as you came down then he cleared his throat, moving around and making the phone rustle.

“shit,” he breathed. “i haven’t had phone sex since before i left here, that was...fucking good.”

“.. well maybe you shouldn’t have left then.” you said.

“y/n you know how sorry i am- i couldn’t pass up on this opportunity and i know that i fucked up like i should’ve told you before i left and i’m sorry that we fell off and stopped talking-” taerae pleaded as you cut him off.

“i’m kidding, it’s okay bub, i know” you smiled through the phone. “oh” he said, staring blankly at his ceiling, hearing you giggle over the line.

“well, it was good, wasn’t it?” you said through your giggles.

“yeah it was,” taerae started. “we should totally do that in person when you come to visit my house-”

“i’m going to sleep now taerae” you deadpan, stifling your laughter. “you did do a good job for me though, coming so well over the phone,” you told him softly, suddenly making him feel very shy.

“thank you y/n,” he mumbled, his shy little voice placing a wide grin on your face.

“text me whenever and you know i’ll be at your place in five. welcome back tae!”

“o-okay. sleep well, y/n”

“night bub, see you tomorrow.”

#kim taerae #kim taerae smut #taerae smut #taerae x reader #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hours #kpop smut #subby taerae??#first zb1 work #oh2z

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red-panda-agere · 5 months

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Regressor! Malleus Draconia

(So I don’t actually play TWST (even though I want to, my phone won’t let me) but my boyfriend really likes Malleus, so I’m trying to base these headcanons off of what my boyfriend has said about him. These aren’t going to be super in-depth like my usual ones, but I hope they’re good anyways :’3)

Malleus loves sleeping/napping with his head in someone’s lap, especially Yuu’s/MC’s and Lilia’s, as they’re his main caregivers.

One of the ittiest bittiest of babies, probably around 1-2, sometimes less

He absolutely cannot be left alone when regressed, and will search/pace the same few rooms/places for over and hour looking for a caregiver before giving up and retreating to his room to cry. If he does find one of his caregivers beforehand, he’s too shy to actually say he wants attention, but will snuggle into their shoulder without warning or just hope THEY WANT to give him attention.

Lilia is often called ‘Dada’ by little Malleus, the little one seeing Lilia as more of a parent figure than anyone else.

Dada’s boy through and through

He loves being called “Little Prince” or just simple little names like “Baby” or “Little one.”

As a dragon, he will teethe and chew on everything, including his own tail. It doesn’t hurt him, but they always try to draw his attention and motivation to teethe elsewhere, with teether rings, chewelry, and pacifiers. Malleus gets very nervous to use his pacifiers infront of others, even Lilia, but he loves them.

-Because of his fangs, he bites through a lot of pacifiers and teethers, so they have to buy more ‘heavy duty’ strong ones, Lilia even saying he’ll make them himself if he must

He has an abundance of little items based on Gargoyles, including a few stuffed animals and a bunch of story books he has read to him before naps/bedtime.

Little Malleus loves to ramble about Gargoyles, but often worries he talks about them too much. He’ll go on a very lengthy infodump to Yuu/MC about gargoyles, but will pause after a few minutes and just start apologizing.

He really wants little friends, but he’s worried that he’s too scary for other little ones and he’s far too shy. The closest little friend he has is Silver, but even then he already feels like he’s his little brother.

Silver and Malleus are often little together, Malleus always watching over the two of them and sounding like a proud papa the whole time.

“My precious baby boys! You two are the cutest ever!” Lilia pinches one of Malleus’ and Silver’s cheeks at the same time, unable to contain how much he loves the little goobers. Silver giggles softly “Dada!” he smiles. Malleus just whines, pulling away from his father figure’s hand, rubbing his cheek after. “Oh, I’m sorry little prince, did Dada hurt your lil cheek! Let him see!” Before Malleus could respond, the attentive vampire immediately giving his cheek a bunch of kisses. The little dragon tried to whine and push him away, not wanting to do this infront of Silver, but after a few kisses, he was a giggling mess. “Don’t think I forgot about you goober!” Lilia then did the same to Silver’s cheek, earning some muffled giggles from behind the sleepy little one’s pacifier.

Silver, when regressed, refers to Malleus as ‘baba’ or ‘bubba’ if he even can even speak at the moment. Silver and Malleus both share really small headspaces.

His tamagotchi is one of the most important things to him when he’s little, and will spend hours tending to his little digital friend if his attention isn’t directed elsewhere.

Malleus often has nightmares about those he loves leaving him, and almost always wakes up crying and shivering, sometimes even full panicking. He’s very clingy until he’s cuddled and calmed down. After nightmares, he usually doesn’t sleep the rest of the night.

Loves having stories told to him before bed, and whoever’s reading/speaking always has his full attention, and he tries not to ask questions during it, but usually can’t help it.

“Wuh! What happens to the little dragon then!” Malleus asked with concern for the fictional little dragon in the story book Lilia was reading to him, hugging Lilia tightly from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder. The vampire laughed softly. “I dunno baby! We’ll have to keep reading won’t we?” Malleus blushed a bit at this, but watched intently at his Dada kept reading.

He treats being bottle-fed by Lilia the most normal thing since he’s his basically his father. Of course, it’s only comfortable in the comfort of their rooms and when they’re alone, Malleus not even calling Lilia his dad during interactions outside of their rooms. He loves being bottle-fed though, even if it’s a bit difficult with how much taller he is than Lilia. His horns make it a bit difficult to lay on his lap, so his head usually goes near his shoulder and his legs over his lap, or he sits between his legs. Lilia would not stop until he had a way to bottle-feed his little one(s).

Malleus loves having his hair pet and played with, even when he’s not regressed, but when he’s regressed he will actively search for it. Not with verbal question, but he will press his head to Lilia’s hand.

He absolutely hates how strong he is, especially when regressed. He feels left out watching Lilia and Silver bake/cook together when they do, because he can’t help make them without breaking things on accident. It doesn’t help that Lilia likes the make cookies and treats for them so often, Malleus just wanting to be his Dada’s little helper.

Little Malleus needs praise for just about everything, even if it’s something he did without trouble or could’ve easily done when not regressed. If Dada didn’t tell him he did a good job going to sleep when he asked, Malleus will worry he did something wrong.

He doesn’t mean to be, and he doesn’t look like he would be, but Malleus is such a sensitive little baby and cries a lot. He doesn’t like crying infront of anybody though, and will go hide in his bed or the bathroom if he starts to cry. Lilia will always immediately follow him, or go into overprotective Dad mode when he finds him.

“Oh baby, why are you hiding?” Lilia asks with audible concern before sitting next to the crying Malleus. The dragon desperately tried to stay hidden behind his plushie, but Lilia gently set it to the side, and gently cups Malleus’ face in his hands. He kisses the top of his nose and wipes a few tears away. “Little one…Talk to Dada baby.” He spoke softly and calmly, whispering as to not frighten the little guy. Malleus takes a hold of Lilia’s hands on his face, before softly crying a little harder. He then holds his hands towards Lilia, the vampire letting him retreat into his shoulder. “Shh sh sh shhh…Dada’s right here my little prince.”

Malleus gets really shy about little outfits, usually settling on comfy pajamas. However, on rare occasions, the little one wears footed sleeper onsies, Lilia taking extra care to make a hole for his tail. He wears it most when he’s feeling extra sad/uncomfy or sicky. It’s usually saved for itty bitty baby headspace.

Lilia often jokes with little Malleus to be careful about burning his bangs like he did as a baby dragon. He teases him about a lot of stuff he did as a baby, but Malleus secretly adores it, as it makes him feel extra small still, his father figure treating him like he’s still the same little baby dragon.

(Trying to get all my WIPs finished and posted)

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #sfw babyre #agere community #sfw cglre #sfw interaction only #babyre #agere headcanons #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia #twst malleus #sfw age regression #sfw agere

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delopsia · 6 months

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DEL-GATEU 🍰💃🍰 (lmao get it)

have reader and robby ever worked rhett over so good that he just conked out? maybe not fully into subspace, but just went quiet in his satisfaction?

*whispers* this is so long and might be a little rambly and jumbled i’m so sorry but i’ve got ideas and crickets sound weird this time of year 👀💐

let’s saaay rhett was a little more of a tease during a particularly long deployment. reader put in the work trying to keep up with him, but they are only one body with three holes, two hands, and only so much stamina. no matter how much they loved fucking rhett and being fucked by rhett, he could still be a whole ass handful.

aaand maybe he was really laying it on thick in every video they sent robby’s way—letting tears well up in those big pretty eyes, whining more because he knew how much robby liked the sound… maybe he arched his back a little harder… maybe he cried out robby’s name so sweetly that there were times when robby’s pants were on the verge of ruin?

lieutenant robert “bob” floyd damn near had to grip his cock through the stiff fabric a time or two and hold his breath, half convinced for a very brief moment with closed eyes and filled ears, that he was not in his quarters on a carrier ship, but that he was actually at home in his bed watching reader lovingly rail the absolutely fuck out of their beloved cowboy.

not to mention almost every photo that was sent and downloaded slow as hell off that shitty wifi was of rhett, flushed and pretty as a goddamn picture. you know, like one of those pre-raphaelites paintings: pale and pink cheeked, chestnut-brown waves fanned out on soft linens with a faint glow from the sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. the sweat on his skin was glistening like the ocean’s surface at golden hour and—stars above, in some of the photos he was smiling through his orgasm like an absolute wild thing with eader’s hand gentle on his throat. their mouth laying some impressive and very pretty (albeit faint) burgundy smudges along his biteable collarbones. robby frequently tries to make a case for rhett actually having the most bitable collarbones in their household, but rhett was having none of it since he was the one most likely to lovingly chomp down on robby or reader.

but maybe what really ended up sending robby over the edge was the occasional photo of rhett’s soft, deceptively strong thighs that robby was always so desperate to grip tight or sink his own teeth into.

and i bet reader playfully warned rhett while secretly conspiring with robby outside of their group chat? but is it even a secret if rhett is working for it—damn near expecting it when their beloved flyboy finally came home?

despite his homecoming being planned and his arrival set for midday, the anticipating and build up of frustration was too high for a lengthy welcome.

robby pulled reader and rhett into a shower where robby started rhett’s loving demise.

let’s say first, robby throat fucked rhett after he dropped to his knees to nuzzle into the crotch of robby’s uniform pants like a spoiled brat while they were waiting for the water to heat up? i think robby held rhett down there, on the floor of their big shower, and licked into reader’s mouth while he guided rhett (despite not needing to) by his wet hair to eat reader out until their legs shook and threatened to give.

rhett was whining by the time they made it to the bedroom, and

they put him in the middle for a (long, according to rhett) edging session with reader and robby taking turns stroking rhett’s cock and kissing on him until they slid down to blow him, mouthing at the sensitive head like it was in the way of robby and reader trying to make out.

when rhett started wriggling, robby gripped the base of his cock to bring him back down and jokingly suggested the spreader, but robby really just wanted to hold him, squeeze him still and mark him up pretty for brunch the next morning.

they don’t even break out any special toys. it’s just robby’s cock in his ass and reader’s snug heat riding rhett’s cock at the same time that gets him sobbing and crying out so loud that robby swears the windows rattled.

and then rhett’s just lays there like an exhausted marble statue while they clean him (and themselves) up? cover him in kisses and whisper sweet praises into his damp skin. maybe he doesn’t reply with anything more than soft little grunts, just so damn satisfied that his body wants to bask in it.

but when they cuddle up around him? well that’s just the proverbial cherry on top of the pint of ice cream robby is sucking off a spoon overhead.

(robby and reader rock-paper-scissored for the bedroom mini fridge and robby won. rhett firmly elected to stay out of it.)

their room was so warm and cozy in the end that perpetually-cold rhett didn’t even register that his chest tattoo was being used as a coaster for robby’s welcome home treat 🍨💕

I am two seconds from rebranding to del-gateu just for the giggles. Reading this felt like watching a movie omg. The crickets have scrambled. I needed four whole days to get my thoughts to quit popping off of each other like an out-of-control bag of popcorn 😭💐took me even longer to

They have absolutely pushed Rhett into satisfied oblivion. Running him through until he's just quiet. So satisfied and content that words simply do not come to him, only capable of smiles and stealing giggling kisses. These days come most often on the softer nights when Bobby and Reader take their time and treat him like glass. Something about it just puts him on another plane of existence.

Rhett the tease 🤤 he's so lucky to have two partners because his libido is sky-high; it takes two to tire him out, and he's almost always ready to get back in the saddle within the hour. So when Bobby's gone for a little too long, and the Reader is struggling to keep up, he starts getting crafty. How can anyone expect him to not act out a little?

It's not his fault that Robby's been receiving more photos than usual. If anything, the Navy is at fault for taking their beloved bookworm away for far too long! And it's so, so difficult for all involved because they know those tears in Rhett's sad little eyes are brought on by the time apart. Rhett wants him so bad but he's so far away. And it's all culminating into this jaw-dropping show that Robby's knees nearly crumple out from under him when the video finally starts to play.

He accidentally opens one during midrats and turns so red in the face that he almost gets hauled off to a nurse. And he was so fortunate that nobody caught the way he had to fix his slacks before heading off for a shower. Steamier than usual, hyper hyper-fixated on the thirty-second video playing on his phone until he couldn't hang on anymore.

It's got him plotting and daydreaming about all the things he can do once he's got home, and Robby is this most dangerous when he's had time to plan. The Reader gets roped into it rather easily, but he doesn't realize that they've long since betrayed this temporary alliance, encouraging and helping Rhett to push it further. How far can they take it before Bobby bursts? Only one way to find out.

Who else would have been taking those stunning photographs? Image after image of Rhett's squirming body, carefully selecting the perfect one from a set and editing the colors ever so slightly, all to knock poor Robby off of his feet when his phone innocently dings with a text message.

They don't stop there; they get creative with the things Bobby has left in his wardrobe. Sometimes donning his favorite ties, the Reader's hand gently tugging on it, others he squirms into those expensive dress shirts.

But the best was by far when he slipped into Bob's oversized sweater, the one that drops low in the front, only the tip of his heavy cock peeking out from beneath. The real killer is how he had it pulled up to rest at the top of his ass, all soft and exposed, like something that belonged on a pinup. All the while biting on the sleeve, softened eyes gazing towards the camera.

It took eleven minutes for those damn images to load, and it was the longest period of Bob's life.

I love to believe that Rhett offhandedly sent that photo of his thighs without really thinking about it. He'd only really meant it as a wordless message that he was still working out, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Also had Bobby thumping his head against the wall to shake off the thoughts of jumping ship and swimming all the way back to land.

Can it even be considered a warning if it's what Rhett wants? It's like warning someone that there is a tornado but that someone is actively looking at and walking towards it.

But hear me out, hear me out, Robby's homecoming gets moved a few hours closer. Reader and Rhett are expecting to pick him up at six in the afternoon, but with this new time he's been given, they could pick him up at two thirty. Except he doesn't tell them because he knows he won't make it the hour back home, and after so many months of waiting, he's not about to settle for cramped car sex.

You can imagine the surprise when Rhett and Reader are standing in the kitchen, debating on who is going to drive, when a quiet "neither" comes from the doorway.

Unrelated: Rhett stomps his left foot when he's frightened.

It's the shortest reunion hug they've ever had. Two still have their hearts in their throats, and Robby is one cool breeze away from spontaneously combusting. And there's something about him being so worked up that gets the bathroom mirrors steamed up before the water even turns on.

Robby had every intention of things only starting after they got into the shower, but his attempt at nudging Rhett out of the way to reach the faucet simply had the cowboy dropping to his knees with a loud thunk. No grace or subtleness about it. Biting at the hands that tried to draw him away and kicking up a fuss until his head was pinned between Bob and the wall, and his mouth was full. Tongue weighed down by the underside of Bob's thick cock, fighting the urge not to choke as Bobby fucked deep into his throat.

The Reader was fully intending to get Bob's body wash out from under the sink, but how are they meant to focus with a whole show right in front of them?

Especially can't say no when Robby motions for them to get in, hauling Rhett around by those perfectly grabable locks to turn the attention on them. Quietly negotiating between kisses that they don't want to do everything in the shower, and Rhett outright fussing at being hauled off his knees and scrubbed down with soap.

It's only fair that Rhett gets strung out as much as he did to Bob, squirming against the freshly made bed (he just washed these sheets and that is why he fought so hard for shower sex). But when they start kissing up either side of his cock, he's got no choice but to cling onto a decorative pillow and bury his head into it. Shivering and begging for them to just let him cum already.

He knows he was mean, but he wasn't that mean! He woke up plenty a night to engage in Robby's odd-hour sexting because time zones are weird, and it's impossible to resist a pixelated video of his husband jerking off in a shower.

And they're sucking marks into his thighs, and someone's fingers are nudging into him, and he's so damn—urgh!

In reality, it only takes about fifteen or twenty minutes, from the time his back hit the bed and when Robby's hips came flush with his ass, but Rhett genuinely believes it took the entire fucking night.

But here he is, pinned between the two, worked up beyond belief, crying high in his throat as they use him for all he's worth. Fucking him to the same slow rhythm, and realistically he should be able to hang on a little longer, but he cums without a warning.

They notice.

Oh, they notice. But they keep going. Already pushing for a second round before Rhett's cock has quit spasming; it's what pushes the Reader over a little quicker than planned. Comfortably falling into the unoccupied side of the bed, watching with warm eyes as Robby rolls Rhett onto his belly, yanks his hips up, and has his way. Rhett's trembling hand clutching the Reader's, hair cascaded into his flush face as he's pushed toward that second orgasm.

Even when he gives it to them, it takes Robby another minute for his own hips to stall, making an absolute mess of Rhett's ass that will surely require another bath.

For once in his life, Rhett's...satisfied.

He doesn't even joke about another round. He just smiles.

It's frightening.

Bob's convinced he broke him.

They need to get back in the bath, but it is nice to snuggle up on either side of their sleepy-eyed cowboy. Loving on him, rubbing his back, and peppering his cheeks with kisses. Rhett would speak; he really would, but even as I-love-you's are exchanged, he can't bring himself to remember how to use his words. Grunting something that sounds like a response instead.

It takes him forever to even realize that the reason Reader is side-eyeing Bobby is because he's, at some point, gotten up to get the ice cream and is now eating it in bed. The tax for using his tattoo is a bite of ice cream until Rhett, to his horror, realizes that the ice cream is cherry flavored.

His first words are, quote "The hell is wrong with you?"

#rhett abbott #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #delgato's asks #milesmillergf #💐#robert bob floyd #at some point writing this made me start shaking like a chihuahua thats been fed nothing but energy drinks its whole life

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lukevonhagen · 1 year

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my take on marius von hagen: part one, his approach to romance

marius has been with me for over a year now and he pretty much occupies my thoughts 24/7, and this was something i have been itching to write for a while. so... strap in, grab your juice box and your cheetos and let's get this show on the road yeah?

Fair Warning, this will not be under a read more, so i apologize in advance if it gets pretty lengthy. (edit: this post is abt 1.8k words long, wow sorry lol.)

this is going to be a character analysis... sort of; it's an analysis of the version of marius that lives in my brain rent free. given that this is an introductory post to what i believe might be a series of my insane marius ramblings, i think i should provide some insight as to what said marius is like in order for the rest of this post to make sense.

first of all, i embrace realism and i reject canon. in marius' sweet wonders card, he finally reveals the significance of the z dog tag he's always wearing. while i think it's really magical that he was able to move on from blaming himself for his mother's death by having an epiphany staring at the ferris wheel... well, i like to make him worse and i just don't think, ultimately, that it's likely or realistic. the marius in my head has a very hard time trying to justify his own existence. i'm not saying he doesn't want to live, or that he'd put himself in any kind of danger, but i believe that he works very hard in order to justify being alive (to himself). not only does he still grapple with the loss of his mother and the role he believes he had to play in that, but there's a part of him that also blames himself for giann's disappearance.

marius believes that he is a vortex that sucks in everything, that destroys everything in its wake. we know for a fact, above all else, that marius doesn't want other people to have to go down with him.

i also believe (especially due to this description) that marius personally manufactured the image he has as a playboy, as opposed to it being a reputation that was given by others which he eventually leaned into.

allow me to elaborate.

marius, in his desire to avoid people being chewed up in his life and spat back out, would want to control the situation as much as possible. there are a few reasons why i believe he'd make this reputation for himself, which are 1) having control of the narrative of himself and making sure people do underestimate him is precisely how he maintains the upper hand in many scenarios (because let's face it, no one expects ditzy, arrogant marius von hagen to be able to outsmart them), and 2) it's much easier to push people away when he makes himself seem incompetent and undesirable. he may be one of the richest men on the planet, but sometimes money isn't enough to redeem an awful composition.

all of that having been said, marius additionally has to have severe trust issues due to the fact that he has a lot of influence and wealth people undoubtably want to use him for, and said influence is the source of a traumatic experience he went through as a child that would forever change the way he'd interact with others in the future. if you remember, marius vaguely alludes to an incident in will of the trees.

he mentions it again in the card in the darkness when he and rosa get trapped in a dark cave and he begins to panic, only this time he's a little more detailed about what happened to him in order to explain his anxiety to her.

then, he actually gives the details of what happened in his personal story.

mc remembers the hints marius had dropped to her a couple of times regarding this incident, so she then asks:

i don't believe marius actually blamed himself for his mother until this was said about him. his mother is the root of all things; he thinks that if he was never born, she would have never died, and perhaps she and giann would still be around and would be happy and healthy. he convinces himself that his existence destroyed his family. the stress of his feelings and anxiety makes him extremely sick as a kid.

all of this was too much for a young marius; now, remember when i said that i reject canon? that's important, because i don't think he ever properly recovered from this episode. i fully believe that marius does need and should go to therapy as an adult, and hasn't done so. my headcanon as to why he didn't, and why he gives off the impression that he's fine now and everything is fine now, is because he wised up and realized that he was being a burden on others and his mother's death would be in vain if he did so.

marius, tired of being a strain on the people he loves, pretends to be mentally sound to avoid his father and brother worrying about him. the way he chooses to cope with this is to disassociate himself with these events that happened to him, to the point where he talks about them like it wasn't him personally that experienced it. (i might touch upon this again in a future post if it becomes relevant.) he can't let others know that things bother him, because it can be weaponized; it would make him look weak, and the last thing he wants is anyone worrying about him but himself, or anyone to take advantage of that weakness. consider this as a strategy he adopted from the "conceal, don't feel" philosophy.

that having been said, a personal acceptance to "get over it" to stop feeling like he needs an emotional babysitter in his relatives =/= a lack of resentment towards others for how that was handled. marius nearly died due to the cruelty of a jealous relative, and his family was right in trying to protect him (as burdensome as he feels he may is), and he learns pretty quickly that he cannot trust others.

he still is one of the most influential people alive, and that means there's going to be a slew of people walking in and out of the revolving door leading into his life that are going to want to take advantage of that fact. it also goes beyond just people wanting to manipulate him, but he doesn't enjoy playing along in this circus of social hierarchy, and doesn't enjoy the people hanging around in these spaces. because they're ingenuine, they have no merit to him, and quite simply put he's looking to fill his life with color and sincerity.

i propose that... in order to consider a romantic relationship with someone, despite how much he longs for one, he would need to deeply get to know the person first and it would take a significant time to do so... and i know what you're thinking, it's just like a regular relationship, right? getting to know someone before deciding if you want to be with them? except, to marius, this is extreme; this social sphere he occupies has effectively chewed him up and spat him back out, because he's at the top of the top. his father is the wealthiest man in the world. marius by virtue of being a von hagen is essentially on the same level as royalty, and his family name is not enough to protect him. he has to be sharp, and he needs to be alert and constantly on guard.

he'd have no idea what someone's intentions may be with him when he meets them and he knows better than to blindly trust a person's seemingly apparent good faith, but also... he's so worried about dragging people down that he'd be almost afraid to consider it. it isn't enough that people want to use and abuse him to their hearts' content, but they'd try to tear up anyone else who went in there with him, and marius would be afraid of that outcome. he's already ruined the lives of his mother and his brother in his failure to protect them from the circumstances that removed them from his life. he would be unwilling to cause someone else he cares about to be put in the same situation, and he wouldn't be able to bear it if they also ended up abandoning him.

all of that leads me to say: i believe he would be more scared and avoidant upon realizing he was falling in love with someone, rather than immediately trying to pursue it with all he's got like he would his other endeavors.

the reason? it's so simple to pursue art. art is an arbitrary passion of his that doesn't impede on anyone else but himself, nor is it influenced by any outside forces; marius has full control over it. the same goes for his company; no one is going to sit there and hold his hand with his newfound ceo duties. he's always been capable of pursuing things on his own. romance is different; romance involves putting his young and fragile heart on the line to go after a whole other independent and outside entity not knowing whether or not he's going to face rejection.

eventually, i believe he'll completely learn to get over the hurdle, but in the interest of transparency... i think he's going to need a nudge from the other person first. a sign it's reciprocated, before he has to put his heart on ice.

i think it's on brand for marius to be a tease when you meet him; it is a genuine facet of his personality, but it's also something that feeds well into his reputation. he's assuming that people are going to know exactly who he is when he runs into them on the street, so he doesn't even bother dropping his pretense. but, i do think that extends... he doesn't drop that mask right away, it takes months and months, and lots of patience and understanding in order to unravel the mystery that is marius von hagen. he's going to want to gauge whether or not it's something he wants to commit to, and if it is, he's going to have to be prepared to unpack all that baggage. he would have to believe that this is going to be a happy ending for him, that his fairytale won't be a tragedy, in order to see a path forward. once marius goes into something, he doesn't step out.

so, he won't put up that much of a fight if he starts to fall in love with you, but that doesn't mean he would be eager make that leap of faith without getting a hint that there will be a safety net ready to catch him when he falls.

#marius von hagen #tears of themis #lu jinghe #tot marius #z rambles #i might end up editing this post a dozen times as i think of new things to say

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rd0265667 · 10 months

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Sullyoon x Reader: I belong with you

A/N: I swear this is not a sequel to Tingles, they're still happy there, also, req from a Swiftie I would assume

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon@justme-idle

"Rei, it was just a joke, it's really not that serious...I was just teasing..." You tried in vain to talk into the phone, before hearing only the dial tone

Despair soon took over as you groaned, rolling your eyes at your girlfriends antics and turning your phone off in a huff. Why did things always have to be so serious with her? Turning to your window, you saw your neighbour Sullyoon scribbling something on a piece of paper, a form of contact the two of you had long shared.

You ok?

It was nice to know someone cared. With a small smile on your face, you sat on your bed, taking out a piece of paper and writing a response

Tired of Drama

You flashed the paper with a sad shrug, as Sullyoon wore a small smile on her face too

Sorry :(

Once again, you shrugged, You and Rei had been dating for ages now, but it never seemed two sided, something was always up. Shaking off the thoughts, you saw your phone light up, a text message from your coach about the game coming up on the next day. Not wanting to be distracted, you quickly closed your blinds, joining the video call with your team

An hour later, you stretched, back sore and head aching from the discussion. With your earbuds now off, you could now hear some music blasting from the house next door. Sullyoon's house. Interest piqued, you walked over, lightly shifting the blinds out of the way, laughing lightly as you saw Sullyoon jamming out to some music, dancing in her room, hair mic in hand as she moved about. This was a side of Sullyoon not many saw, even you. In school, Sullyoon was the quiet student, top of the rankings academically, but always out of the spotlight, by her own volition. So it was rare to see her Sullyoon so carefree, having fun. Regardless, it lifted your spirits to see Sullyoon having fun, and the fact that she was an excellent dancer didn't hurt either. The gravity of what you were doing finally hit you, feeling a little creepy(for real, why was this shown like a romantic thing in the MV, it's a little creepy isn't it), taking one last glance to admire Sullyoon's dancing before closing your blinds.

"Front Door. 9AM. I'll drop you off at school." Was all your girlfriend had sent to you after ignoring you the whole night. With a sigh, you quickly dressed up, grabbing a pair of worn out jeans together with a plain white shirt, walking to the bench in front of your house, seeing Sullyoon with her nose buried in a book.

"Hey Yoona!" You called out, her birth name revealed to you after one of your lengthy conversations from school once when Rei was out drinking with her buddies. "Hey." Was all Sullyoon said back, never one for many words. Unbeknownst to you, her blush and her heart vigorously thumping was not helping things. "Your hair's a mess Sullyoon, Jeez." You jokingly commented as you reached over to her, isolating a few rogue strands of hair, tucking it behind her hair. "Thanks." Sullyoon replied, turning her head to hide her blush "So how's the preparation for the big game?" Sullyoon asked, a smile on her face as she saw you light up, you beginning your long ramble as you talked about how important this game was to your team, all the while Sullyoon's eyes never left your face, her doe eyes seemingly turning to crescents as she looked at you, seemingly imagining her future with you. "Sorry about that, I got carried away, it's just easy to talk with you. I don't really get to do this with..." You sheepishly scratched your head, trailing off and hoping Sullyoon had missed what you had said, but you turned to see her concerned face "Is everything okay?" Concern laced on her voice as she patted you on the shoulder "Yeh, everything's fine, don't worry about it." Sullyoon wanted to believe you. She really did. But she couldn't help but notice how your smile dropped a little when Rei pulled up in front of the two of you in her car. "I'll see you at the game later Yoona." You said with an obviously forced smile, turning to see Rei glaring at Sullyoon. Though you were confused at what was going on, you entered the car, seeing Sullyoon timidly waving goodbye to you, but you were quickly pulled into a kiss by Rei. Not only was the timing weird, it wasn't what a kiss should feel like. You always thought these romantic kisses should have been light, gentle, a kiss that held all the love and care the other person had for you, but this wasn't it. Rei's kiss was rough, dispassionate, heartless even, a kiss to mark her territory more than express her love. After the kiss, Rei shoved you back on your seat, shooting Sullyoon one last dirty glance before driving off. "What was that?" You asked, still unsure on where you stood after the argument last night "Nothing, just don't like the sight of that girl." Rei groaned, rolling her eyes. "Yoona's a good person Rei, if you'd spend some time with her you'd see that." You tried to convince Rei, Sullyoon always had a way of making you cheer up after a tough day, in a way Rei never could, even if she bothered to help. "Ugh, whatever, y'know what, if you're just going to spend the whole ride fawning over her, just fuck off, I don't want to see your face." Rei said, pulling over as she shoved you "Rei, we're in the middle of a highway, can you ju-" "Out." She rolled her eyes once again, staring at you till you sighed, getting out of the car. She quickly drove off, not sparing you a second glance. Guess a walk to the school isn't too bad

Once you finally got to the school, your shirt was drenched, legs slightly sore. Once you got into your locker room, you plopped onto your chair, trying to rest a little, before noticing your friend and Power Forward Hyejin walked to you, tossing you a box. "What's this?" You asked, peeking into the box to see some of your favourite snacks, a drink and a 4 leaf Clover. "Oh, some girl came to the locker room looking for you. You weren't here so she told me to hand it to you." "Was it Rei?" "No, it was that other girl that kinda looks similar. I think her name is Sullyoon?" Hyejin said, you nodded in acknowledgment as you dapped him up, before looking into the bag. "Of course it was her." Digging further into the bag, you found a small scrap of paper on the underside of the clover "All the best for the game later. You're gonna do great!" Smiling, you took the 4 leaf clover into your hand, holding it to your chest before looping the chain around the clover, setting it in your pocket, running out to the court. On the way to the court, you could see Rei with her cheerleader friends, warming up for the game, you tried to wave to her but once again, she didn't spare you a glance. Lost in the crowd, you could see Sullyoon too, sitting with the band, and she waved enthusiastically as she spotted you running out of the tunnel, an action you reciprocated, before pulling the clover out of your pocket, showing her that you had gotten the gift, before shooting her a heart with your hand.

It was a tough fought game, that went back and forth and back and forth. The opponents blitzed your defence, overwhelming your team's defence, but the game was buoyed by you and Hyejin's one-two punch. After a long game, it all boiled down to the last possession, both teams all tied up with 5 seconds left, ball in your hand. As you made a drive to the basket, somewhat open thanks to a solid screen by Hyejin, you elevated for a shot, only to be fouled by the opposing center, sending you to the free throw line, two chances to ice the game.

Walking up to the free throw line, you took a deep breath, trying your best to drown the hecklers out, doing your free throw ritual before shooting the free throw. Clank. Your head sunk as your teammates came to you, high fiving you and reassuring you that you could make the next one. But the pressure was mounting, the crowd getting louder and louder. In the middle of the madness though, you could hear one voice through the noise. It was Sullyoon, her voice was not loud but it cut through the chatter, cheering you on. Closing your eye, you took a deep breath, before shooting the next free throw. Swish.

The next moments were surreal, the crowd bursting into either ecstasy or despair, your teammates and bench charging you as they celebrated, lifting you up and throwing you up in the air as you celebrated. Once the crowd had let you down, you ran to find Rei, hoping to celebrate the moment with her, only to find her with her tongue jammed down some random person's throat. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You yelled out, Rei turning around as she looked at you with disdain. "Oh please, you had to know you were just another body for me, run along now." She snidely commented, as you clenched your fist "Whatever Naoi." You grumbled, storming off. Unbeknownst to you, amidst the chaos of the celebration, someone had witnessed what had just gone on. And she was pissed.

Running to the empty locker room, you sat at the bench, an empty feeling overcoming you. You should have known that Rei was just using you, but she had seemed so sweet, so perfect, before it all went downhill. You should have known. Hearing footsteps, you looked up. "Hyejin, can I be alone for a little?" "It's me Y/N." Sullyoon's voice rang out from the door, as she took a seat beside you. "You saw what happened didn't you?" You asked, feeling your tears welling up at the betrayal you had just witnessed, Sullyoon wordlessly nodding. "I thought we could work." You muttered, before feeling Sullyoon's hands on your back, patting you in an attempt to calm down. "Do you want me to go and get you anything? Something to drink?" Sullyoon offered, before freezing up, feeling your head resting on her shoulder. "Could you stay here? Just for awhile?" You lightly whispered. Mustering all the courage she could, Sullyoon turned slightly to you, letting her body sink a little to allow your head to rest more comfortably, her hand lightly comforting your cheek as she felt your breath slow down

Months had passed since that day, news of your breakup with Rei spread like wildfire, though the exact circumstances were not disclosed, most thinking the two of you had just parted ways. In that month, you had slowly gotten closer to Sullyoon, though not sharing classes together, you'd spend time taking the bus home together, as well as continuing your little window chats. In these few months, you were enlightened. After feeling what you did for Sullyoon, you realised that what you had with Rei wasn't love, love was two sided, and though you doubted Sullyoon loved or even liked you, you somehow felt more love from her than you ever did from Rei. Today was a special day, prom. Dressing up for prom, you looked through the Window, seeing Sullyoon laying on her bed, reading through some textbooks as she turned to you, smiling as she waved. Grabbing a piece of paper, you scribbled

You going tonight?, a small hopeful smile on your face

no, studying Sullyoon had an apologetic face as she shrugged

"Wish you were going!" You wrote back, a sad smile on your face as Sullyoon giggled, seeing you turn and walk to the door.

Looking through her books and stacks of paper, Sullyoon found a note she had wrote ages ago, a feeling that she still had after all this time.

Prom was pretty lifeless for you. You had fun, yeah, talking to your teammates and their dates, but it all felt empty. You had always dreamt of being at prom with someone dear to you, and now that you were here, all alone, it all rang hollow on your own. As fate would have it though, you weren't doomed to spend the night alone. As if the world had suddenly gone silent, and the lights in the party hall dimmed, only one spotlight remained, your gaze turning to see Sullyoon, dressed in a beautiful white dress, walking through the floral arch. In that moment, nothing else seemed to matter, your eyes only stayed glued onto the angel who had just descended from heaven, walking towards you as the crowd parted away, all in awe at the new side of the girl who they had perceived as a one dimensional nerd. Your jaw dropped, but it soon morphed into a smile, the two of you sharing a smile as you walked towards her. Suddenly though, you felt an arm grab your shoulder, Rei in her red dress walking to you as she clung to your shoulder, trying to talk about some nonsense, but none of that mattered, as you quickly brushed her off your arm, continuing your walk toward Sullyoon.

The two of you stood parallel to each other, smile never leaving your face, as Sullyoon took a piece of paper out of her pocket

I love you

Smiling at Sullyoon, you reached into your jacket pocket, pulling out a similar piece of paper

I love you

Both of you lightly giggled at your shared actions, and following Sullyoon's gaze to your lips, the two of you approached, sharing a gentle and beautiful kiss

And that's all she(or I guess I) wrote

#rd0265667 #sullyoon #sullyoon x reader #seol yoona x reader #nmixx x reader #nmixx #sullyoon fanfic #seol yoona fanfic #nmixxseol yoona fanfic #fluff

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pangyham · 7 months

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sorry to anyone who has to see this HAHAHA i think it's a little fun to ramble to.. a void i guess. i'm typing this under the assumption no one's gonna read it, let alone find it, so, sure, i'll talk!

on pangytine, my current and only instagram account, i sometimes get these spontaneous urges to post a huge a long overdue thank-you paragraph to my followers on my story. gratitude for indulging my artistic endeavors when i still had tangypine. i just never did it because.. well it's kinda.. cheesy... i had no idea how to deliver it in a way that didn't seem dramatic or "humble" because cmon, i'm not that relevant. It felt a bit weird addressing it because it just made it seem like i was this huge influencer who suddenly disappeared (and yes i know i was technically considered a big artist on both ig and twitter but.. it's not like i was unique; i think.. the state of Fandom and the art community these past few years makes accumulating thousands of followers a little less unattainable, and i was one of those artists. and my work is not phenomenal- i did not leave an impact on the art community. but these nuances will just have to be generalized for now because i think you all know what i mean) and so i couldn't help but laugh and cringe and think, "i am not this relevant-" because i really wasn't. why make a big deal out of it?

but i can't help it being a little dramatic though, because i still get emails from my followers asking where i am, and i get comments and messages on pangytine ("i finally found you!"), and i even get messages from my shop's contact form! a shop that i've abandoned for months! and my heart swells. I don't want to dismiss that; i think i will always be a sensitive, emotional person and so stuff like this just makes me overwhelmed. it's sweet, and it will never fail to make me a little bit nostalgic and thankful. I will always have a soft spot for tangypine and my time spent in the anime + genshin communities… i dunno.. people are just so kind and i'm thankful i've encountered a lot of them

i've been a lot less.. chronically online (LOL) that the thought of having 200k followers is completely foreign to me. i forget that i had a huge following, that people actually looked at my stuff. I dont mean for this to come across as modesty though because i'm just being honest, truly. but this just makes the occasional "where are you? i miss your art" hit a little harder 🥲 i mean, i was able to somehow sell my art through tangypine. i was able to do commissions.. had so many say they loved my art- of course a part of me misses that. i don't think i yearn for it, and knowing that makes me a little sad.

i genuinely am thankful for every kind comment people have left me, and every kind message. I think i'm just ultimately thankful i had a kind following. people are so nice! and that's what i wanted to say, that's all ive always wanted to say before i deleted my accounts. here it is

aha and again i dont really expect anyone to see this (except maybe a few handful just because my very first post here has a whopping 4 notes, me included, and that genuinely shocked me HAHAHA). perhaps i just find closure in publishing these particular thoughts somewhere, and here they are sorry this is cringe to the people who read it. my friend once told me i'm notorious for overexplaining. This is will be the only time i get to say this, so gah whatever. i don't think i can bring myself to post this lengthy ramble on my more public account on instagram

#tangy says something to the void

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lunerians · 1 month

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wip crumbs! kieran's not used to having Feelings in a safe and healthy enviroment while florian's having adhd thoughts (again)

"That's awesome!" Florian says, their eyes glittering as they launch into a lengthy ramble about Musharna and its pokedex entries across different regions. Kieran just listens as they keep talking, admiring the cute little hand gestures Florian always does when they're excited.

They get so happy over the littlest things; it's really sweet. And cute. He's still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Florian still likes him enough to stick around, but it's also… really nice?

…. Kieran feels weird again. Not in a bad way, but in the "I feel Something. I don't know what it is but it's strange and it also makes me feel kinda really almost deliriously happy?" way, you know?

"—you okay? You haven't blinked in like, three minutes."

Kieran forces his eyelids to blink and shakes out the head twitches. "Huh? Sorry, I was thinkin' about somethin'... What didja ask me again?"

"It's okay! I…" Florian's face scrunches up, their eyes searching for… something. "I forgot. Uhhh, it was something about Musharna… pokedex entries… dreams? Dreamyard. Darkai? OH!! Nightmares!" They snap their fingers, their baskets jostling together. "I was asking if you've had any nightmares lately! I remember you struggled with those back at the academy, but I wasn't sure if you still got them…"

#sghr #hrsg #kieflor #kieran #florian #wips #apple of my eye series

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Hey mimi! I'm already so whipped for iwyts jungkook, you made him so attractive, even though he fumbles a little here and there. It really showcases how we are all complex beings with our own flawed nature, and no one's perfect in a way. And each chapter of yours is heavily detailed, like mostly when there is a story focused on an office setting. Most authors tend to forget that the mc's are supposed to work or that it is work-related romance, but yours is such a great fic where you focus on such work-related terms, giving as much detail and in-depth focus that I can actually feel the stress and tension that Jungkook and oc go through for their upcoming plans for the art centre. And without even knowing myself, I'm rooting for them so badly, and I think about them on a daily basis: how he will impress them; how his presentation will go; omg he's working so hard for his presentation; his vision is so great, even I believe in his work-coded energy. And I can't wait to see how he grows as a person, like the small baby steps on how he is becoming more of a decent human and getting perfect by apologising and thanking oc interacting with his team, ordering them a lunch. I can see he is a gentleman trying to downplay it somehow. I can't wait for the upcoming chapters, as both leads already find each other attractive, so imagining their romance makes me feel all giddy and makes me feel like I'm experiencing a crush. Thank you so much for writing this AMAZING FIC and for your consistent updates! I hope you get all the love and recognition you deserve coz I adore you and your fics mimi!💗🥹

Sorry for the rambling but I love ya fics 😭💗🫠

HI LET ME GO CRY IN A CORNER NOW 🥺🥺 I am so???? I just want to hug you!

First of all, yay to this jk being attractive despite his flaws. I wanted his care to be subtle - and still flawed - bc that’s how people are sometimes!

Secondly, that thing about it being heavily detailed with all the work stuff?? Plssss so ok, I would second guess myself, thinking it’s too slow or too lengthy bc I’m spending so much time talking about the work aspect of the story but I told myself that it’s literally the whole plot. And a huuuuge part of their characterizations and dynamics and yes, I also want you guys to feel the stress, that there’s so much to do and everything’s hectic. To know that you’re invested in the Arts Center makes me want to cry again (idk it’s just such a nice idea) so thank you so much for this affirmation ☺️☺️

And yes, there’ll be growth in different aspects. Obviously it doesn’t happen overnight but that’s the fun part of the story.

So thank you again! Writing their scenes makes me feel giddy, too, and I can’t wait to share more of them with you 💕 and never apologize for ranting. I love these huhu I hope you’re always well and safe, anon! 🫶🏼

#mimianswers #fic: iwyts #💌

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In publisher’s weekly and some other publications, I’ve seen it more than once said by librarians that there’s a need for books for that black hole of an age range of 14-15, and a need for shorter books for the MG category. I think the article described some MG books as being as thick as your palm.

So, if we’re hearing these cries-- what does it take for publishers to hear the cries too?

(I realized after I pressed send on this that It's REALLY long and rambly -- even more so than usual -- probably because I am procrastinating packing for a trip I'm taking in an HOUR. SORRY!)

Publishers hear them.

It might surprise you to know that publishers actually DO publish books for 14-15 -- they are generally called in parlance "upper MG" or "lower YA" (or sometimes if somebody is feeling cutesie, "tween") -- unfortunately it's a little hard for people to FIND those books because, well, in the US at least, there isn't any place in the bookstore specifically for them. And there are fewer school librarians and others to do readers advisory to show kids (and adults!) where they are.

In the UK, as I understand it, bookstores sort of go "Children's - Teen - YA" and what WE consider "upper MG/lower YA" is "teen", and their YA is the saucier older stuff. This is smart, because a lot of times, kids of 8-12 ARE really strong readers, and WANT to get into more sophisticated fare and "read up", but they really AREN'T ready for, or even interested in, the sex-drugs-rock-and-roll of the older YA. (Hell, I don't even know that I'M ready for it sometimes lol). And kids who are 13-14-15 may want to read books about kids who are, you know, their own age, going through authentic middle school and early high school stuff -- but MANY of those kids are not remotely close to having boyfriends/girlfriends, worrying about their gap year before college or whatever.

SO ANYWAY - those books do exist, though I agree there could be even more. However, there's a discoverability problem, because if nobody KNOWS how to find them and they just have to troll through the MG or YA section trying to randomly figure out which MG books are a little more sophisticated and which YA are a little less sophisticated, like, they are going to give up.

Well, why don't BOOKSTORES just CREATE A SECTION then, and publishers can publish books labeled SPECIFICALLY FOR THAT SECTION? Yeah, I don't know. As I said, that seems like the elegant solution. The thing is, I think that a lot of times people chafe at "over labeling" things. Like if I say "this book is for 8-10, this book is for 10-13, this book is for 14+" and actually put prescriptive LABELS on them saying that, it's almost like "rating" the book or telling kids "you HAVE to read this level of book" when they are really ready for or want something different.

There ARE good reasons to keep "MG" and "YA" as broad categories that can encompass LOTS of kinds of books, rather than getting super granular. The kids section has always been a big tent where LOTS of kinds of books fit, regardless of genre, supposed age range, etc -- Like when I was 10 I very happily read Babysitters Club AND Sweet Valley High AND Judy Blume's YA fare AND Beatrix Potter AND Pippi Longstocking (not to mention Stephen King and VC Andrews!).

As for lengthy books: The fact is that big fat commercial series and such DO often sell better than quiet, introspective and short books. So those chonkers are also what they push the hardest and what people are likely to know about. (Not to mention, they are the most visible and take up the most LITERAL real estate on the shelves). So it can be hard to see the "little" books about 13 year olds going through friendship crises when there are 1000 giant books about cats having wars etc. They ARE there, though there could and should be more! (Yes, even though shorter books are published -- ALL books should be shorter, IMO -- and I think some publishers would agree).

I dunno, there's lots to unpack here and it's an interesting conversation for sure. As far as creating a new category -- it's tough. (Just look at the trajectory of "New Adult" to see how tough!)

I just think that it's bigger than "oh publishers can just decide this" on a dime -- there's actually several groups that would need to get on board (educators, librarians, booksellers, AND *all* Publishers) and likely an education campaign for readers and parents that would have to happen, yadda yadda, and it's above my paygrade!

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