#2 mm colored lead

[lavenderrmidnightss]

Safe and Sound - Billy the Kid

Billy the Kid (tom blyth) x fem!reader 

Summary: While walking home one evening from the inn, a man comes across you and attempts to attack you. You are saved by Billy and he begins to grow very protective over you, right from the start.

Warnings: Attempted SA (not successful), cursing

Word Count: 1.9k

PART 2 IS HERE

The walk home felt like a near impossible task despite the reality of it being less than a mile walk. Working at the local inn was not lightwork as some may think. Taking care of others can be exhausting when you have so little to pour out of your cup. The sky’s hues were transitioning from its cerulean blue into shades of purples and pinks. Your eyes were trained on the varying colors that dared to come out as the day shifted into evening. The sunset resembled a masterpiece brushed on a canvas by a renowned artist. With each step, your eyes never failed to tear away from the beauty above you. Each step you took filled the air with echoes of crunching due to the diminutive pieces of gravel hidden in the dirt. Hard to see, but easy to feel through the sole of your shoe. Your commute home seemed to be working as a medium of decompressing until sudden movement out of your peripheral vision stole your attention. You caught a glimpse of a man stumbling towards you. Your instinct to move quickly kicked in, but you knew better. Acting afraid would only entice the man more. ‘Just keep your eyes forward. Just make it home,’ you thought to yourself. 

“Where’s a pretty lady like yourself headed?” a coarse voice entered the atmosphere, demanding your focus. You looked over my shoulder, looking at him. Just a couple inches above your own height, he held a gaze on you to imply his superiority. 

“And that’s your business, how?” you inquire, daring to stop in your tracks and face him. His complexion smeared with ash and hair slicked with sweat, your wonderings of who he was and why he was approaching you intensified. 

The man’s eyebrow’s furrowed, accentuating dense lines and creases in his forehead. He made his way up to you, closing you in. “Well ya sure do got a lot of nerve, don’t ya?” He diabolically chuckled. You began to internally squirm as he noticeably began to eye you.

 “Look at you. Exhausted. Looks like you’ve been on your feet for quite some time, haven’t ya?” He interrogated, allowing himself to continue looking you over. You could only imagine what he was envisioning as his eyes fixated on your chest.

 “Look like a hardworkin’ woman. I admire that. Ya know, everybody has to earn their keep in these parts..” his voice trailed off just as his body began waltzing closer to yours, entrapping you. Your back soon crashed against a raggedy, abandoned building you weren’t even aware you were passing. It’s astonishing how much your mind evaporates when your main focus is survival. You knew where this was leading. You’ve seen so many women be taken, raped. Even some of your own friends. Men don’t view women as a treasure, but rather an accessory designed to bring them pleasure. It had become an intrusive thought; when would it happen to you? Looks like reality finally caught up with your nightmares.

His calloused hand toyed with the hem of your dress before slipping under. The rough texture of his skin clashed with the silkiness of your own. You were frozen in fear. His face now hovered in front of yours. “Bet you could be a real good worker for me, couldn’t ya?” A condescending smirk decorated his face. 

Your stomach churned. “Get off of me. Right now.” The short demands came out urgently. Your hands moved to defend yourself, preparing to shove his stocky body off yours. However, you underestimated his strength and build. He grabbed your wrists and shoved your arms above your head, pinning them there. 

“Fiesty too? They say that manifests well in the bed,” his growl echoed in your ear, his face grazing yours. “Mm, you’ll fit right in. Just be good for me, would ya? Listen to what I say and do as you're told, and you’ll be treated well.”

“Fuck off,” you spat in his face, jabbing your knee up to jolt his gut. He stumbled back, releasing you. You took the opportunity to sprint away. The world moved in slow motion. Your feet couldn’t carry you fast enough. Time resumed when you felt two hands snatching your waist, slamming you to the ground. The husky body which entrapped you before immediately went for it again, but this time, pinning you into the dirt and gravel mixture where your feet once stood. The pain you once felt radiating from the sole of your shoe, walking on the road, now pierced deeply into your back. You squirmed, trying to loosen yourself from him. It was no use. 

“Gonna be a bitch? Then I’ll take you right here for free, show you what you’re missing,” he grumbled, beginning to unbuckle his pants. Continuously trying to make your way out, no amount of thrashing would free you. Looking around you, you tried to decide if screaming for help was even worth it. Who would hear you? You were alone with this man. Your eyes darted up to the sky only to find the pastel colors which once delicately danced above you had descended into darkness. 

“P-Please, no, I’ll go with you. I’ll listen. Just, please don’t. Not here, I-” you were a stuttering mess, hoping your pleads would be enough to convince him to get off you. You squeezed your eyes shut. If you didn’t see it, maybe it would be quick and over with? Maybe it would sting less? As soon as your eyes shut, the weight of his body completely lifted off of you. You thought you were dreaming it, that it wasn’t reality. However, the sound of a heavy thud crashing to the ground, along with groaning and pounding, you were assured you were safe. 

You open your eyes to find a significantly taller man had swept in. His messy, brunette ringlets dangled in front of his sculpted face as his feet consistently and harshly came in contact with the enemy’s stomach. You weren’t one for violence, but you admitted that seeing this mystery lifesaver relentlessly pounding into this bastard was a joy. You sat up, finding a pair of sapphire eyes lighting the darkness, striking you. 

“What’re you waiting for? Go, run,” he called out to you, before putting all his attention back on the attacker. You stumbled to your feet, backing up to guard your body behind a railing. However, your eyes stayed on the match. Really, just the one who swept in to save the day. You studied him closely. 

The stocky man who had attempted to pull at the one hovering over him. You were taken aback when in quick response, zero wait time, blue eyes drew out a gun, aiming it at him. “Try that again, and it’ll be the last damn thing you do,” he growled, cocking the gun. The man on the ground shrunk by tenfold. You watched as fear washed over him, the metal rim dangling in his face. Holy shit. 

“Get up,” blue eyes demanded him, watching as he slowly stood. The demand in his voice was filled with such hatred. The man who was once so confident now trembled in fear for his life, his hands going in the air. Blue eyes kept his aim on the man before him. “Get out of this town. Far away. Let me so far as see a glimpse of you around these parts, and you’re a dead man. Got it?” The trembling man nodded shakily and quickly, sprinting off without another word.

 Suddenly, the world got quiet. Finally. You emerged from your temporary hiding place just as the man who saved your life turned to face you. “Thank you,” you managed to get out. “I-I don’t know what I would’ve done, what would’ve happened if-” A drawn out, thick accent cut you off. 

“I’m sure of what would’ve happened, and it would’ve been awful. What’re you doin’ anyway, walking around here this time of evenin’ all by yourself?” He secured his gun into its holster as he made his way over to me. His demeanor was entirely different. He radiated protection, genuinity. Minutes prior, you were trying to escape a nightmare. Now, you were being drawn in by a stranger’s kind act and handsome features. You felt safe. How refreshing. 

“I was just heading home from the inn. What’s your name?” you asked, desperate to know the name of the one who guarded you. 

“Name’s Billy. And you?” Billy. His name etched into your mind, knowing it would now hold a priority in the forefront of your thoughts. You told him your name, to which he nodded. “How about I get you home?”

With that, Billy guided you on the path back home. The gravel didn’t seem so daunting against your soles now. Under the pitch black sky adorned with stars, you had Billy to protect you. The walk to your place wasn’t filled with much conversation, but when it was, you were fascinated by his thoughts and the sound of his voice. 

Once he had successfully guided you to your destination, you noted that his eyes scanned over the place almost as if he were attempting to memorize its design and build. Billy didn’t want to leave you. He couldn’t invite himself in, couldn’t insist you to leave with him. Not after what he had just saved you from. He knew if there was a shot in hell he was going to gain your trust, he had to demonstrate he was worthy of it. 

“He didn’t hurt you, right, darlin’?” Billy’s tone was now hushed, almost as if it solidified his authenticity. Billy’s eyes were a shade you had never seen before, but a shade you would quickly find filling your dreams. Your heart admittedly flipped at the sound of the pet name rolling off his tongue so effortlessly. 

“No, he didn’t. You got there just in time. Thank you, Billy. Again. Don’t know how I could ever return the favor for what you’ve done for me.” Billy’s smile lit up the night sky, melting you from head to toe. He shook his head, shrugging. 

“No greater pleasure than protecting ya. Now, get in and get some rest.” Billy watched you disappear into your house, the screen door creaking behind you. It felt wrong to leave you so abruptly. Never before had he felt a desire to stay up long hours of the night getting to know another before, but for you, he ached to. Billy couldn’t leave you. As you went in and laid down, wondering where Billy was headed off to and if you would ever even see him again, Billy sat down on the steps of your porch. Adjusting himself, his back aligned with the post. Leaning his head back, he pushed the strands of hair out of his face. He basked in the breeze of the night, listening to the harmony of varying late night insects. He also intently listened for any potential danger, looking to protect you at all costs. Maybe it was the innocence in your voice that enticed him. Maybe it was the way your hair flowed down, the way you were unafraid to fight that enthralled him. Regardless of how it happened, Billy had an instantaneous desire to keep you out of harm’s way, no matter what it cost. As you laid in bed, you thought of Billy. As he leaned against your porch that night, he knew he was doing his job. He was keeping you safe and sound.

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#tom blyth #billy the kid x reader #tom blyth x you #tom blyth fanfiction #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x you #fanfic #protective #billy the kid x fem!reader

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien’s On Fire MQ translation + video with sub EN (Part 3/3)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an MQ that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

On Fire MQ | Part 1 (1-2) | Part 2 (3-4) | Part 3 (5-6) | Moisturize ASMR

[Warning]: The content of this MQ is currently the most explicit compared to other dates and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

Part 3 & 4-> [Here]

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[Subbed Video, TURN ON CC!]

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—[Part 5]— Video Timestamp [31:11]

The kitchen is filled with all sorts of ingredients.

After studying a few recipes, Lucien starts by cleaning the vegetables one by one, arranging them neatly based on size and color.

I put the excess ingredients into the refrigerator and see him preparing to chop vegetables on the cutting board. His movements are meticulous yet unfamiliar.

MC: Do you want some help?

Lucien arches an eyebrow ever so slightly, then frees up one hand to pull me behind him, his voice gentle.

Lucien: Yes, then come closer and help me, okay?

I wrap my arms around Lucien from behind, adjusting his hand to control the force and posture of chopping vegetables.

MC: [smiles softly]...Are you sure about this?

Lucien: Mm, I'm not particularly skilled at this. This position makes it easy for you to correct me at any time.

I wrap my arm around him with some struggle. I can feel his heat seeping through our clothes, causing a slight warmth in my ears.

Unwittingly, I remember the first time I spent New Year's Eve with Lucien. He also once stood behind me and wrapped his arm around me under the pretext of learning to make dumplings.

MC: ...Then, I'll make an effort to not get distracted.

MC: It's better to cut in from this angle...

Two people working together noticeably accelerate the process. After the pot is ready, Lucien and I stand on either side of it, seasoning it together.

Seasonal vegetables lose their raw appearance in the sizzling hot oil, transforming into delectable dishes on the dining table.

MC: The colors are right, and the cuts are similar. At least in terms of appearance, we've perfectly replicated these dishes.

MC: I just wonder how they taste. These dishes look so good, they couldn't possibly be bad, right?

Lucien: They're definitely going to be delicious. After all, we made them together.

Lucien: However, in the coming year, I will try my best to break away from this lady’s help and lead this process independently.

MC: Hehe, it's okay if you don't break away.

MC: I'm happy to accompany you and enjoy this process together. Plus, occasionally being Professor Lucien's "guide", I couldn't ask for more.

Lucien glances at me with a smile on his face, then bends down to kiss me lightly on the eyes.

Lucien: [chuckle then KISS!!!!] Since I have your permission, I won't insist on proving myself anymore.

Lucien: In the days ahead, accompany me to tackle more complex menus.

At the dining table, Lucien picks up his chopsticks, slowly bringing each dish to his mouth. He chews carefully, seeming to savor the unique taste of each dish

Though it's just an ordinary lunch, he eats with exceptional seriousness.

Lucien: The change in cutting technique has a much greater impact on the crispness of the vegetables than I anticipated.

MC: It's subtle, isn't it? Even though the cooking method remains the same, just changing the cutting technique makes the texture much crispier!

Lucien: Hmm, it's also interesting to stew meat with fruits.

MC: Hehe, that's because fruit acids not only tenderize the muscle tissue but also blend in smoothly with the flavor.

Lucien: [chuckles] So, although all these dishes are delicious, I particularly enjoy the stew you've added your ingenuity to.

It's rare to see him provide detailed commentary on dishes beyond just "delicious", and I can't help but raise my chin in pride.

MC: I've actually made some observations before when cooking. Just a slight change in the dish can make a huge difference in taste!

MC: It's kind of like the difference between the front leg meat and the hind leg meat, very distinct!

Lucien's gaze, which was originally focused on tasting the dishes, shifts towards me. Under the lamplight, his eyes soften, as gentle as water flowing into a stream.

Lucien: This classmate's metaphors are always so imaginative.

Lucien: It seems like every inch of the world you perceive is so vibrant and intriguing—

Lucien: Just like these rich dishes, they can evoke a range of emotions and also spark inspiration.

I prop my chin up, looking at him with interest.

MC: If that's the case, then I also want to be the “fruit” in the stew, making Professor Lucien even "sweeter"~

MC: Every happy and interesting experience in my perception, I want you to experience them together with me~

Lucien's eyes soften, and he taps his knuckles gently on the table.

Lucien: [whispers] In that case, can we do something fun together right now?

My eyes light up, and I stand up, walking over to his side. I cup his face in my hands, smiling as we lock eyes.

MC: Of course, then... what do you want to do?

Before I finish speaking, Lucien's hand gently lowers my head, and he plants a light kiss on my lips.

Although it's just a gentle touch, and although the atmosphere isn't ambiguous, I feel my heart beating wildly due to the unexpected intimacy.

I look at him with a flushed face, seeing overflowing tenderness in his eyes, and a magnified reflection of myself.

Lucien: I want to thank this lady who “shares the world” with me.

Then, he leans down, slowly closing the distance between us—

Until our hearts and minds feel the same frequency, melding together into the gentle twilight.

As the last rays of twilight fall, Lucien invites me to experience the festival in this small town.

Lanterns adorned with festive decorations hang on the streetlights, and the air is filled with the scent of firecrackers.

As New Year's Eve approaches, there are already many stalls in the small night market, with couplets, paper-cut decorations, and various potted plants joyfully arranged together.

MC: These paper-cut decorations are quite ordinary, yet they're selling for two digits. They're not as pretty as the ones you've made, but I just bought something really nice!

I take out a box of pink, peach-shaped pastries and hand one to Lucien.

MC: "Longevity Peach Buns"~ Would you like to try one?

Lucien takes a bite, his brows furrowing momentarily as he examines the bun in his hand with a hint of skepticism.

Lucien: [smiles helplessly] I wouldn't recommend it.

Even Lucien, who isn't usually picky about food, expressed dissatisfaction with the bun, which piqued my interest.

I take a bite, and the dry bun with a hint of artificial flavoring fails to satisfy even basic taste expectations.

MC: Uh...!

MC: [unamused] Although it's not tasty, it does look festive... Let's just display it at home when we get back.

Lucien smiles and shakes his head, then picks up a set of spring festival couplets from a nearby stall.

Lucien: The wording on these couplets seems rather ordinary.

Lucien: I'm thinking, why don't we buy some raw materials and try writing our own couplets at home?

MC: Sounds good! Then when the God of Wealth arrives, he'll see that the couplets we've put up are heartfelt and sincere.

MC: If he's in a good mood, who knows, maybe we'll strike it rich~

From the "福" (fortune/blessings) character for the front door to the refrigerator and even the shoe cabinet, to the money tree for the entrance and the glowing little dragon...

As we chat and laugh, the bags we're carrying are already overloaded.

We load the bags into the car and return to our seats. Just as I start to fasten my seatbelt, Lucien pushes open the car door again.

Lucien: I suddenly remembered there's something else I need to buy.

MC: Then I'll go with you.

Lucien: No need, it's right nearby. I'll be back soon.

Before I could react, Lucien had already closed the car door and disappeared into the bustling crowd once again.

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—[Part 6]— Video Timestamp [36:42]

(T/N: if you haven't watched the video, please watch it from this timestamp! The BGM choice + voice acting really help set the mood~)

MC: What did Lucien go to buy...?

Snacks, or decorations? Before my thoughts can stray any further, Lucien's figure returns to the car with bags in hand.

MC: You're back!

The car door is pulled open, and along with Lucien’s scent, the chilly wind brings in a subtle smell... of gunpowder?

Lucien: [chuckles] I bought some fireworks...

MC: Oh~

Lucien: And firecrackers.

MC: [surprised] Eh?

I widen my eyes and look into the bag. Besides a few fireworks, there are…

MC: O- one-thousand-firecrackers-rolls and firework rockets?

Seeing my reaction, Lucien satisfactorily curls up the corners of his lips.

Lucien: As an "experiencer," of course I must try some sufficiently exciting things.

The car, loaded with goods, returns to our courtyard. Lucien parks the car and, together with me, we unroll the long red firecrackers on the ground.

The long firecrackers snake around like a red dragon lying on the ground, almost covering the entire courtyard.

I hold the lighter, watching the fuse that is about to ignite the firecrackers and can’t help but feel nervous in my heart.

MC: Lucien, could you, could you wait a moment? I'm not quite mentally prepared yet!

Lucien: [chuckles] Then allow me.

Lucien seems to chuckle softly. Before I can react, he has already struck the match, and the flame dances on his fingertips.

The fuse instantly ignites, speeding forward like a shooting star. I quickly grab Lucien's hand tightly, pulling him away as we run.

The next second, the firecrackers erupt like an awakened dragon, emitting a thrilling roar.

My body instinctively tenses, and I hastily cover Lucien's ears while he does the same for mine.

(the way they instinctively protect each other instead of themselves :”…)

His broad palm reassuringly shields those startling explosions.

Despite the barrier, my hearing becomes even more acute, listening as the firecrackers "rampage" through the courtyard.

I look at Lucien, in the faint red glow, his face is coated with a shimmering warm light, and from beginning to end, his lips are always brimming with a smile.

The bright light swiftly dashes through the dark night. After the long-lasting thousand blasts fade away, the air in the courtyard seems to have turned red.

Lucien waves his hand in front of him, trying to dispel the pungent smell of firecrackers, yet the smile on his lips never falters.

Lucien: Whether it's from the sense of hearing or the sense of smell... The stimulation I'm receiving is far more excessive than I anticipated.

MC: Many things you just have to experience firsthand to truly feel them!

MC: Just like I've come to realize, besides with the beauty of fireworks, Professor Lucien and the firecrackers are also quite "compatible"!

Lucien raises an eyebrow and takes out all the remaining fireworks and firecrackers from the car.

Lucien: That sentence sounds like a stereotypical impression of "Professor Lucien".

Lucien: Fortunately, tonight happens to be a good opportunity for "out with the old, in with the new."

The night sky stretches endlessly, as dark as a piece of black velvet, while the courtyard ground is scattered with remnants of red firecrackers.

Lucien stands between the darkness of the night and the redness around him, with the match he ignites in his hand being the only source of light around.

This glimmer of light remains silent, yet always manages to ignite clusters of earth-shattering fireworks in my world.

So I walk towards him, and together we light up all these fireworks.

The light flies into the night sky, showering down gently, casting warm hues upon us.

And beside me, Lucien's smiling expression is just like the fireworks filling up the sky.

In the end, Lucien and I left a few fireworks unlit and returned to the car for warmth.

The distant sound of firecrackers can be faintly heard, with occasional fireworks lighting up the night sky, illuminating the scene inside the car.

We sit side by side in the back seat, enjoying a moment of tranquility after the playful revelry.

Bright light filters through the car window, casting ambiguous light and shadows on Lucien's face. I trace his profile, and my heart is filled with joy.

MC: Looking back, we've had a lot of fun in just a few days.

MC: Going to the home exhibition together, selecting ingredients and cooking together, wandering through the festival night market, and even setting off fireworks and firecrackers...

MC: I wonder how Professor Lucien feels about this "town trip"?

Lucien meets my expectant gaze, but instead of immediately responding, he ponders for a moment.

Lucien: I've thought of many different answers, many different adjectives.

Lucien: Happiness, warmth, contentment... Each word seems to encapsulate my feelings, yet they all appear a little shallow.

I listen earnestly, reaching out my hand to intertwine with his palm.

Lucien: Whether it's in the warm room, cooking together under the bright lights, or lighting firecrackers together and making "noise".

Lucien: At the moment of accomplishing these things, I have a vague feeling.

Lucien: These seem to be things I've never consciously longed for but deeply desire to do.

Lucien: And year after year, in the New Year, you've helped me realize these, even wishes that I myself didn't fully grasp.

Lucien pauses unusually as if carefully considering his words. After a while, he simply casts his gaze toward me.

Lucien: So if there's anything missing, it's that I want my little lady to feel my happiness.

MC: I've already felt it...

But Lucien gently shakes his head.

Lucien: I want to paint it more vividly for you. Not through carefully crafted rhetoric, perhaps not even by speaking.

(T/N: insert the solemn, melancholic, yet hopeful 5th anniv special theatre BGM 😭 if you've read this far and haven't watched the video, I’d actually beg you to watch 🥺 The timestamp is: [42:09] )

Lucien gently takes my hand and places it over his heart.

In an instant, the world quieted down.

With the familiar heartbeat in my palm, it feels as if the overflowing sense of happiness is also held within my grasp.

"Thump, thump," resounding as if echoing through the entire universe. And it speaks—

Lucien is very happy, very content with life.

And so am I.

At this moment, I seem to also taste the shallowness of "words", for no matter how many words are spoken, they can't fully express the deep love beating in my heart.

So I recklessly approached him, wanting to convey my most profound feelings to him.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingertips threading through his soft hair, as I lean in closer, Lucien gently but firmly pulls me into his embrace.

The smell of gunpowder fills my nostrils, seemingly carrying the heat capable of igniting flames with it.

The lips merely brush against each other, then clinging lovingly and inseparably, unwilling to part ever again.

Our tongues entwine as if thirsting, drawing out every bit of sweetness, until our breaths become so chaotic that they can't be distinguished from each other.

Can a deep kiss express this love? Can a long embrace reveal the yearning in the depths of our hearts?

While thinking about all this in a daze, Lucien's whisper comes to my ear.

Lucien: [whispers breathlessly] Is this kiss enough to explain it all?

MC: Not enough...

I instinctively spoke out, not knowing whether I was answering him or telling myself.

Upon hearing this, with one arm still around me, Lucien unbuttons his shirt with his other hand, revealing his well-defined physique.

Lucien: [chuckles and whispers] Then tonight, I will lay bare all of myself to you, okay?

His eyes still carry a faint smile, but they are moist as if they've captured light, burning and deeply sincere.

I nod and kiss the corner of his eye, taking in all of him.

His warm lips carry a slightly wet sensation as they wander over my body, igniting my skin like clusters of flame.

The intimate and meticulous licking makes me feel like I'm about to melt, my body instinctively tensing up, sliding towards the only fulcrum.

Lucien: [noises of him eating… something, and sighs in satisfaction] ….

The fingers holding my calves suddenly tighten, pulling them wider apart. I sit back heavily and then whimper out in pain.

MC: [blushing] Lucien….

My voice comes out sweetly and aggrievedly, elongating the end of his name with a deliberate undertone. It sounds like pleading for mercy yet also carries a tacit demand.

The sound of muffled laughter reaches my ears, Lucien flips over to be on top of me and presses me down, kissing me on the lips.

Between the disorganized breaths, he murmurs something on the tip of his tongue.

Lucien: [whispers] Sorry, does it hurt a bit?

I nod, but in contrast to my answer, I thrust my hips upward, wanting to fit even closer to him. In the process, I almost hit my head on the car door, but Lucien protected me.

The decorations on my clothes roughly brush against Lucien's exposed skin as he moves, causing him to tremble lightly.

Lucien: [chuckles] These little decorations are a bit in the way.

Those words are much colder than his kisses, and I can't help but watch my heart beat faster as he gently picks at them and lets the decorations fall.

It's just that there seem to be more and more things that get in the way between us… the top, the belt, and the skirt, they all seem a bit unnecessary.

The car's air conditioning blows dry, warm air, dispersing the remaining traces of coldness on our skin.

The moist sensation behind my ears makes me feel like I'm lying on a stream, his voice, hoarse and low, reveals a fervent longing.

Lucien: [hoarsely] Now, can you understand this feeling clearly?

My heart beats fiercely, and within my hazy consciousness, I seem to hear the emotions hidden behind Lucien's questions.

Instinctively, I tighten my arms around his neck and wrap my legs behind his waist. My hand gently caresses him.

MC: I think... I still need more time to understand.

MC: This is what you want too, isn't it?

Lucien’s laughter-tinged voice drifts into my ears.

Lucien:  [whispers followed by more wet kiss noises] The night is still very long.

The ambiguous warmth inside the car envelops us like the steam of a hot spring, carrying us into the clouds.

It seems there are small trinkets on the dashboard that can't withstand the shaking, but we are too preoccupied to notice.

Unintentionally, someone presses the car window button, and the distant sound of fireworks leaps into our ears.

Tiny snowflakes land on my outstretched arms, only to be melted into droplets by the heat.

"Splat," "splat."

This night, when the old days and the new years merge, we seem to need a little more warmth.

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[Bonus: some h-word translation notes before afterword because I don't want to ruin the beautiful smut with my dumb commentary]

Lucien: [whispers] Sorry, does it hurt a bit? I nod, but in contrast to my answer, I thrust my hips upward, wanting to fit even closer to him. In the process, I almost hit my head on the car door, but Lucien protected me.

(T/N: this sentence implies that the pain is not from her sitting back but… him fitting inside *cough*)

The car's air conditioning blows dry, warm air, dispersing the remaining traces of coldness on our skin.

(T/N: this description implies that they are both already completely undressed at that point. To counteract the chill from being unclothed, the warm air conditioner is turned on :>)

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[Afterword, rambles and highlight(s)]

⎯ Just like how sunlight helps plants to grow, love nurtures Lucien's growth over the years.

Even after 6 years, Love and Producer still have such a talented writing team that never FAILS at making us feel h-word and cry at almost the same time ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽. This date is not angsty in the traditional sense, in fact, the date in general is so sweet and full of daily life. But the end really punches you just right in the feelings ESPECIALLY with the 5th anniversary special theatre BGM.

Honestly, it’s hard to explain why this date is so good and makes many CN stans cry by the end of the date. It’s… something that you can experience only if you know him for so, so long. It's something that can only be felt by witnessing his growth from the moment you first 'met' him until now. The feelings of observing someone you've ‘nurtured’ with love and care for years finally blossoming into the most colorful and unique 'fireworks' you've ever witnessed… they’re really hard to describe.

But anyway, before this essay turns into an analysis of "The Little Prince" and Lucien, let’s talk about the date, shall we? If last year's date theme was along the lines of "accepting yourself and your emotions from the past," then I predict that this year's theme seems to be about "experiencing and living the present"; and this is such a fitting theme for Lucien. Why? Because as a character, before he met the MC, he was simply an "observer" instead of a “participant”, curiously observing and experimenting on everything around him, and yet never really ‘participates’ and ‘experiences’ in it.  However, thanks to MC, he has begun to actively participate in the hustle and bustle of the world, experiencing many things that have made him more vibrant and ‘alive’. This transition from ‘observer’ to ‘participant’ is cleverly depicted in this date by making him into a participant in the experiments with MC, rather than solely being the experimenter as usual.

This date as a whole centers around two important things, experience and emotions. While the relationship between experience and emotion can be complex and multifaceted, the way I get it from this date is that; if ‘experience’ is more about the ‘input’ that we get from our senses, then ‘emotions’ are the ‘output’ of our experience. In other words, experiences provide the stimuli that trigger emotional responses. Both experience and emotions are important things for us humans; together, they contribute to our ability to fully engage with and appreciate the present moment, rather than simply going through the motions of survival… They’re also two things that Lucien has been learning over the years.

First, let’s talk about experience, when our observer scientist sheds his lab coat and removes his glasses, he transforms into an ordinary person sincerely in love with you and deeply experiencing love. This date depicts how he experiences love in the warmth of everyday life, and amusingly, it almost makes this date feel as if MC and Lucien are newlyweds on their honeymoon ahah. From shopping for furniture for their new home to encountering silly and unexpected problems that the organizer throws at them (just like how everyday lives always throw problems at us lol), to grocery shopping and cooking together, and cough even the fact that they’re basically ‘on fire’ everyday cough— The grocery shopping parts are especially funny (with just Lucien being Lucien lol)... and cooking scene is just chef kiss. It's really endearing to witness how he adapts to homemaking tasks in his unique way, all because of his love for you.

Still on the topic of ‘experience’; do you know that both of the more descriptive spicy scenes are part of the plot? First, the spicy domming ‘guiding’ scene. In that scene, MC guides him to focus on what his senses told him instead of giving processed answers. And this seems to work because, throughout the date, you can notice him developing more opinions on things based on his senses as he experiences everything. Previously, because he never slowed down and always looked far ahead (See also, his Summer UR MQ, recent CN birthday date and story for more in-depth digging about this theme-), he never fully ‘experienced’ life. But with MC's guidance, her “sharing the world” with him, he starts to perceive the world around him more keenly. This transformation is evident in tasting scenes and fireworks scenes, where he earnestly uses his senses to taste their cooking, hearing the loud firecracker noises, and smelling the scent of gunpowder. She doesn’t only ‘bring’ color to his monochrome world, but also the taste, smell and noises of the world around him as he experiences the present. All these stimuli make his world no longer feel ‘silent’ to him. Sometimes, loving him feels like pulling a ‘god’ from his pedestal to experience the lively and ordinary life of mortals. Perhaps he loses some of his ‘invincibility’ (like for example, that causes him to fall for consumerism trap lol), but in this way, he becomes more alive and real.

Then about emotions. The initial discussion about emotions centers around “emotional synchronization” between lovers, setting the stage for exploring how MC and Lucien perceive and handle each other's emotions. Just as MC accepts all of Lucien's emotions, whether they be sadness or happiness [referencing Lucien’s CN birthday date in 2023], Lucien reciprocates by accepting all of her emotions. Lucien demonstrates emotional stability and maturity as a partner, creating an environment where MC feels no need to restrain her emotions in his presence. He is fond of and intrigued by her colorful range of emotions (and a bittersweet reminder of how her moods affect her “color” in his eyes ahah:”””). This highlights their curiosity and fascination with understanding each other on a deeper level.

For them, all human emotions are important, but MC initially wanted Lucien to feel more positive emotions. With the concept of “emotional sync” in mind, she promises to convey more positive emotions for him, inadvertently restraining her own emotions in the process. However, during their time together in the small city, she learns that even so-called “negative emotions” have value. Despite facing challenges or "troubles," both characters find joy and support in each other's company. MC finds Lucien's moments of vulnerability endearing, while Lucien appreciates MC's encouragement and companionship. They both come to acknowledge the natural ebb and flow of emotions in their relationship, realizing that some negative emotions are far from being detrimental; it’s simply part of their day-to-day life. Those emotional fluctuations are just a very small part of their overall happiness~

ALL THE FEELINGS FROM THE SECOND EXPLICIT SPICY SCENES SUCCESSFULLY MADE ME CRY. Experiencing all sorts of things with her during experiments and everyday life … even things and wishes that he never consciously longed for yet always wanted:

许墨很快乐,很幸福

The meaning of these words are difficult to render accurately in English, and my “Xu Mo/Lucien is very happy, very content with his life.” are just barely scratching the surface… While 快乐(kuài lè) refers to a more transient or temporary feeling of happiness and joy, often related to a fun event, 幸福 (xìng fú) encompasses a profound and enduring sense of happiness and contentment in life. It signifies a state of well-being that extends beyond momentary pleasures, often associated with having a loving family, spouse, fulfilling relationships, and a sense of overall satisfaction with one's life. So when combined, it emphasizes the fact that while experiencing all the ups and downs of the world with her, Lucien is not only feeling immediate joy and pleasure ("快乐"), but also enjoying a deeper, more lasting sense of happiness and fulfilment ("幸福"), he is both happy in the moment and all of his life. By slowing down and deeply experiencing each moment of their shared life, he discovers his own happiness and longing that even he himself never knows about. So, he wants her to experience every bit of his happiness and love that has blossomed because of her… candidly and unrestrainedly wants her to experience all of him.

In another vein, LOVE IS A VERB, NOT A NOUN!!! It's a continual action, continual choice, continual promise to another person. And no matter how many words are spoken, both of them can't fully express the deep love beating in heart. So, when words are too “shallow” to even capture a fraction of deep love and happiness, he can only confess them through instinctive actions, recklessly pouring out his heart in every embrace, every kiss, and every touch. And yet, the question still stands, Can a deep kiss express this love? Can a long embrace reveal the yearning in the depths of our hearts? They’ve done everything, yet it still feels not enough, and perhaps… it will take a lifetime of shared experiences and ‘confessions’ to fully reveal the depths of his love and longing for her.

AND SPEAKING OF CHOICE(S), the BGM choice for that last spicy scene is freaking genius!!! It comes from 5th-anniversary special theatre“The many choices of life” video (You can check it on my YT!). This special video is all about the power of your/MC’s choice. I want to highlight the first “what if” scenario. The first “what if” is about what would happen if she had chosen to not meet Lucien.

In this scenario, the narrative explores what would have happened if MC hadn't met Lucien. Without their encounter, Lucien would still be questioning and seeking understanding from the world around him. He would have found another path, albeit one that didn't involve her, dedicating himself to searching for the 'most optimal solution.' However, his world would remain black and white, indifferent to whether there were people who tried to understand him and care for him :”. Anyway, by using this as a BGM choice, it accentuates the power of your/MC’s choice in shaping him being the way he is right now; while still running on the path to explore truth with dedication, he also finds happiness and contentment along the way because of her choice.

In conclusion, Lucien’s writers never fail to captivate us and deliver top-tier writing! This date highlights the importance of experiencing life fully and embracing all emotions, while also underscoring the transformative power of love~ His writers really excel at utilizing his character to its fullest potential. I can go on and on, talking about all the small details and references on this date but this UR won’t be published any time soon if I do LOL. If you’ve read so far, thank you for reading this date and my rambles~

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[stevenose]

don’t delete the kisses - 2/?

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a camboy!steve au

this installment contains: gender unspecified reader; camboy!steve; steve leading guided masturbation; mentions of weed!!! reader and steve will smoke in this series i’m very sorry!; high!reader; pining

author’s note: thank y’all for the love and support on the last one!!

you know you shouldn’t, and you tell yourself don’t log in about one hundred times until you cave. it’s another tuesday evening and steve’s promised this stream was going to be good - something new and exciting. he hasn’t mentioned his “coworker” since the first time you watched him, which is equally relieving and annoying. at the very least, you’re thankful that over the last few weeks, you’ve been able to act semi-normal around him. seeing steve naked was almost routine now, as bizarre and perverted it is. but the big thing that helped was smoking a bit before watching. it kept you grounded, let you lose some inhibitions just long enough to see if he’s mentioned you again - and it admittedly helps you get off, too. seeing if steve’s going to talk about you - or his “coworker” - is like it’s own drug. you’re addicted to it and you know it’s dangerous for you to be.

you promise yourself tonight that you won’t touch. you’ll just watch, like it’s a fucking movie or something. you’re just here to observe, see if he says your name or talks about his crush, and that’s it.

but then.

steve’s on camera and he’s not naked. he’s actually fully clothed, and you cringe at how disappointed you feel. some of the viewers feel the same, asking what the deal is, some of them saying how sad they are they can’t see “big stevie” (and it makes you feel a thousand times better about yourself).

“sorry, guys, but tonight’s not about me,” he says, grinning so sweetly it almost makes you sick. “i thought tonight could be about you guys. ‘m gonna walk you through touching yourself. how’s that sound?”

just watch just watch just watch you repeat to yourself, shifting in your seat because you’re already turned on just from the idea, mind hazy and comfortable with the thc in your system.

“don’t worry, i’ll touch myself, too. it’s just not the point, y’know? but here’s the catch - you have to edge for me til i hit my goal. okay? no one’s allowed to cum til i tell you. got it?”

and the chat lights up, promises of yes daddy and whatever you want and he gets $100 in donations in just a few short moments. you bite your bottom lip until it’s near bleeding, nails digging into your thighs.

“alright, sweet thing, get nice and comfortable, okay? what’re you wearing right now?”

you’re blushing hot because steve’s acting like he’s talking directly to you. eyes staring right into the lense of his camera, those coffee-colored irises poking out under hooded lids.

fanta20: i’m wearing nothing :)

b00geymAn: i’ve got on black lace underwear

and you’re kind of caught up in the comments because you wonder if people just say that shit. and you wonder if they really think steve would give them the time of day. but you wonder it, too - if he knew you watched, if he knew of this growing crush you have on him, would he take action? or politely turn you down?

“so good for me,” he purrs. he literally sounds like he’s purring. his voice is hushed and deep. “spread your legs for me, honey. feel up and down your skin - god, you’re so soft, huh? so pretty for me. play with your nipples, baby. get them nice and perked for me. y’know i’m a tits guy, yeah? but i don’t mind a nice ass to stick my cock in, either.”

your head spins and you adjust in your seat again, thighs clenching together.

“mm, yeah, there you go. that feel good?”

and with the typos in the comments, you know people are typing with one hand. there’s a steady stream of money coming in, but steve hardly seems to notice or care.

“it does, huh? keep touching yourself - let that ache between your legs build. want you dripping before you touch yourself there, got it? go on, tease yourself. show me what a little slut you want to be for me.”

and there you go - hand in your own pants, rubbing yourself through the cotton of your underwear, cursing yourself and him for being so stupidly hot.

and he really does make his audience edge, makes them take their time until the comments are practically begging to be able to touch themselves.

“how do you want me to touch you, huh? where at, baby? can you tell me, or are you too horny? got your brain melting with want?”

you can see his biceps flexing - he’s definitely jerking off, along with the rest of you.

anna9220: my pussy, steve

hung9: i’d do anything for your cock dude

“go ahead and show me,” he smiles, and your eyes roll back when you finally let yourself feel your bare skin, how turned on you are. you whimper and groan, rocking back and forth on your fingers.

“just like that, there you go,” he says, biting his own lip. “slow down, angel. can’t cum til i let you, yeah? if you can put a finger inside, do it slow.”

he’s so pretty like this, you think. so gorgeous. and you feel a little jealous that he really isn’t talking to you. and an idea - a stupid, pot induced idea - strikes you. you grab your phone and open steve’s contact. you type are you busy? and press send, watching his face closely. you’re sure his phone is somewhere else, or at least on do not disturb -

but his eyes flick over to the side and you watch his eyes widen and breath hitch. it’s almost microscopic, and you feel sure that no one else had noticed it. you can’t help but to smile at his blush, or how he looks back at the camera quickly, like nothing ever happened.

“how’s that feel, huh? want another?”

and as people type their responses, you see his eyes flick back over to the side. a few moments later, his eyes are facing forward again, and your phone dings.

Nope - everything okay?

you feel like you might pass out. you have to completely stop touching yourself, only rocking back and forth on your chair. you can’t be sure if he’s texting because he wants to or because he’s concerned, but you decide to play with it, gnawing on your lip and thinking of what to say.

i’m good, just wondering what you’re up to!

he groans when he reads that one, and you fidget nervously as you wait for a reply. he’s admittedly pretty damn good at multitasking.

“go on and add another finger, sweetheart. let me see how loose you can get that hole for me. y’know you’ll need nice and stretched out if you wanna take my cock.” he stands, then, showing his cock, just peaking out of his sweatpants. “you want this, huh? you wanna taste me?”

you lick your own lips as comments flood in, begging for something, for anything. he smiles over it, jerks himself nice and slow, the camera picking up on the precum dripping out of the tip. “bet you wanna choke on it, yeah? keep fingering yourself, gonna need at least four fingers if you want to take me. wanna use your mouth to get me slick enough to fit.”

he stays standing, upper body cut off from the view, and you see him pick up his phone quickly. “yeah, like that, keep goin’,” he says, nearly absentmindedly, and your phone dings again as he quickly throws his back down on his streaming table.

To what do I owe this pleasure? You never text me. Do you have a shift that needs covered?

you’re impressed with his one handed typing and, though knowing you’re being a prick and you’ll regret it once you sober up a bit, you type back, no! i just wanted to see if you wanted to hang? i’m a little bored :/

and then, after a beat, oh my god! aren’t tuesdays when you stream? i’m sorry, steve, i totally forgot! i hope i’m not interrupting

and it takes a moment for him to see it, as he’s fully immersed back into his job. praising and gently degrading, jerking himself off, letting his eyes roll back with his own pleasure. a lot of comments are begging to cum, and you’re so thankful, because you’re really hoping steve takes your bait. and when he does see it, his brows falter slightly, and the red on his cheeks deepens. “o-okay, guys - okay, sweetheart, you wanna cum now? go ahead, let it out for me.”

he’s so quick to end his stream, giving thanks a million times. you wonder if he even reached his goal. you kind of can’t find yourself caring when he texts you a moment after the stream ends: No, no worries! I didn’t stream tonight. Been wondering when we’d hang out since you’re so obsessed with me 😎 What’s your address? I can bring some alcohol.

you bite your lip. this was such a bad idea. but you aren’t about to turn back now - and, anyway, you’ve got plenty more to smoke.

no biggie, i’ve got some Special Stuff here if you’re into that? the kind you smoke? ya get me?

“you’re such a fucking idiot,” you say out loud, but steve replies pretty quickly.

😄 Loud and clear. That sounds great. Address?

you’re a bit relieved with how dorky he is, too, and you reply quickly before hurrying to get yourself off before he knocks on your door. you’re so keenly aware, once he’s standing before you, that he hasn’t been able to cum - and he still smells like sex.

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[dizzyjelly]

Beautiful Girl pt. 2 (18+)

Read part 1 here!

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: you and Abby go on a mall date and you run into your ex, Abby takes you back to her place and you guys have some fun;)

Cw: smut, use of daddy, strap-on sex, fingering, finger sucking

It had been almost a week since your hot and heated kiss with Abby on her couch, and things were going exceptionally well between the two of you. That night you ended up falling asleep cuddled on her couch, you expected the morning after to be slightly awkward. But it was everything but that, you woke up to the smell of your favorite breakfast which Abby cooked for you.

A smile was present on your face as you made your way to her kitchen, sitting at her Island and watching contently as she plated the food. She'd greet you with a cheeky good morning and you'd return her with the same.

Now, fast forward a few days later. You stood at her front door, knocking way too many times as you were eager to see her. Once she finally came to the door, she scolded you for knocking so much. You just shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

"I was actually about to head out, you wanna go to the mall with me?" She asked as she was grabbing her things.

"Um, yes! I'd love to, but what are you going for?" You asked as you followed her out to her car.

"Just wanted to get some new clothes, and I've been really craving those pretzels from Auntie Annes." She explained as she started the car.

"Ok, cool." You responded with a smile.

Abby would rest her hand on your thigh as she drove, a habit she picked up after your shared kiss. Not only was it comforting, but it also made the butterflies in your stomach travel further south. You did your best to keep your mind clean on the way there, but it was proving impossible as she played with the hem of your baby pink skirt.

Abby was no fool, she knew it drove you crazy. But maybe that's what drove her to continue her actions. The way your breath would hitch, and you'd stretch your neck from side to side. It always brought a playful smirk to her lips. One she'd never let you see though, at least not yet.

Eventually you got to the mall and Aby brought her hand back to her side, stepping out of the car and walling over to open your door for you. You thanked her with a smile then walked beside her into the mall. It happened to actually be insanely busy, worried you'd lose her in the sea of people you interlocked your fingers with Abbys. You smiled widely as she gave your hand a light squeeze, glancing over at you.

She was leading the way, already having a store in mind. But you stopped her, standing outside of the Yankee Candle. She stopped to stand next to you, confused as to why you wouldn't budge.

"Oh, Abby, please can we go in here?" You asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, fine." She agreed, how could she say no to you?

You smiled big as you walked in, admiring the color coded rows of candles on various shelves. You'd held your arm around hers now, taking her to where all the red and pink candles sat. She watched in amusement as you grabbed one, popping off the lid to take a strong whiff.

"Mm, Abs smell this one." You'd say as you shoved the candle in her face, making it bump into her nose lightly.

"Oh, ok" She chuckled a bit, smiling as she smelt it, "damn, that does smell good. You know what, that smells like your room." She quirked a brow at the familiarity.

"Well probably because I have like five of these at home." You joked.

"Wh- why did you need to smell it here then?" She asked confused.

"It's tradition, I am going to smel every candle in this store." You shrugged, and immediately she was shaking her head in disagreement.

"Ok, no, not all of them!" She argued, "that's gonna take way too long."

"I guess you're right, but here let's at least get through these." You gestured to the shelf of pink candles behind you.

You'd each pick one up, smell it, then hand it to each other to smell for yourselves. Everything was going great, and you'd noted some of your favorites as you went along the shelf. But then, you felt someone grabbing at your forearm, and it wasn't Abby.

"Hey Y/n!" She exclaimed, as if she was beyond happy to see you.

Your eyes widened and you let out a sharp exhale, because of fucking course it was your ex. Stacy. Not only was she a shitty girlfriend, but she totally ghosted you. You'd just assumed that was her way of breaking up with you.

"Uh, hi." You chuckled awkwardly, avoiding Abbys strong gaze.

"Gosh, it's been forever. You know I really missed you, I've been trying to call you too. Did you get a new number or something?" Se asked, feigning innocence as she lightly stroked your arm.

Nope, you'd just blocked her sorry ass on about every platform you could thing of. It was more out of rage than anything, but you certainly didn't regret it.

"Uh, sure lets just say that." You scratched behind your ear, one of your many nervous habits.

"Well, that's too bad. I thought maybe we could catch up, watch a movie like old times?" She bit at her bottom lip with a cheeky smile.

When you guys were together, anytime you'd sit down to watch a movie you never actually watched it. It'd take about twenty minutes or so before you were fucking each other's brains out. As you continued speaking with Stacy, the bitter feeling of jealousy just rose in Abby’s chest.

"Yeah, no" and finally you pulled your arm from her touch, leaning into Abby, "this is Abby, and if im being honest I'd much rather watch a movie with her than you."

Stacy scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, whatever. We both know I'm the best you ever had." Now she was just being cocky.

"Please, as if. I'd put you like fourth at best." You quickly humbled her and she walked away with her head ducked down in embarrassment.

You could feel Abby tense, and you felt bad. It's not like it was your fault you'd run into Stacy, but still. You turned to face her, bringing your hands to her sides. You'd rub them up and down before pulling her body against yours by her waist, resting your had on her shoulder. She sighed, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Still wanna get pretzels and shop?" Your voice was muffled by her neck.

"Mm, let's get pretzels but I don't really feel like shopping anymore." She let out a heavy breath.

"Mkay." You pulled away from her, placing a quick kiss to her lips before taking her hand in your own as she led you two to the Auntie Annes.

Once you got there she ordered for the both of you, you each just got a pretzel and a soda. You'd asked for cheese dip, and she just had hers plain. Something you found outrageous.

The two of you sat on one of the various couches in the mall, just close enough so that your thighs would touch. You ate in silence for a bit, until finally you spoke up.

"Sorry about Stacy earlier. I don't know what the hells gotten into her." You shook your head.

"Oh, that's fine. I'm just glad you didn't take her up on her offer." She let out a small laugh of relief.

"Come on, no way. Besides, like I said, I'd way much rather be spending my time with you." You turned to look at her now, a small smirk on your face.

She smiled back at you, her eyes wandering all over your face. And taking the occasional glance at how good your top made your tits stick out. After a minute you'd bring a hand to the side of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.

She brought a hand to your waist, smiling as your lips locked with hers. You sighed into her, giving her full access to slip her tongue into your mouth. You'd proceed to swap spit until you were too embarrassed to continue, as you were in public. That and the fact that you worried if you didn't stop, things would go further than just making out.

You finished your food and sipped on your drinks as you walked back out to the car. Abby took you guys back to her place, where she'd ask you to help out with some chores around the house. You didn't mind, more than willing to lend her a helping hand. It was nothing too terrible either, mostly just sweeping or cleaning out clutter.

Hours went by and it was quite dark out now. You and Abby were just lounging on her bed, she had her back against the headboard and her legs spread. You laid with your back on her chest, a hand resting on her thigh as you sat between her legs. After a minute or so, she tapped your shoulder lightly.

"Hm?" You'd hum, not looking back at her.

"You wanna go out?" She asked.

"Like, to a bar?" You'd ask in return.

"Yeah, why not? We haven't gone out in a while." She shrugged.

It didn't seem the most appealing, as you were looking forward to just a cozy night in. But she was right, it'd been too long since you went out together. So you agreed and practically jumped with joy when she let you dress her. Once you'd had her in a rather sexy outfit, you couldn't help but focus on her bare face.

"Can I do your makeup?" You asked, fluttering your eyelashes at her.

"Eh, I don't know." She was hesitant as she preferred a more natural look.

"Pleade please pleaseeee, I'll do anything." You begged, and immediately a smirk formed on her face.

"Anything huh? Alright fine." She agreed, and you pushed her to lay back on her bed as you rummaged through her vanity.

It took you a while, but finally you found what you were looking for. A black eyeliner pencil, a tube of mascara, and a tinted chapstick which was the closest you'd get to lip gloss. You set the makeup products down on the bed beside Abby, then you pushed her legs together as she had a habit of manspreading.

You tried to ignore the fluttering in both your stomach, and your cunt, as you straddled her then leaned forward to grab the eyeliner. Abby, of course, had a stupid smirk painted on her face as she brought her hands to rest on your hips.

"You know, I think I like you on top." She'd whisper in a sultry voice.

"Shut the fuck up." You'd respond, letting out a low laugh as you practically layed on top of her so you could begin drawing on her eyeliner.

Her eyes bored into yours as you did your best to give her a straight wing, and you were rather pleased with your finished work. Leaning back, you set the eyeliner pen down and went to reach for the mascara. But Abby stopped you before you could, her hands finding a tight grip on your wrists. Your breath hitched as you struggled to get them free, steadying yourself so your hands were at either side of her head.

"What are you doing, hm? Thought you wanted to go out." You whispered against her face as your lips were nearly touching hers as you spoke.

"I don't know, I've got something else in mind now." She looked at you with suggestive eyes.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" You prompted, wiggling your hips a bit so that your clothed cunt grazed against hers perfectly.

"Mm, fuck." She groaned, and before you knew it she was on top.

Abby wouldn't waste any time, first she'd start by kissing you sloppily. Then traveling her lips to your jaw, and your neck to suck a few hickeys that'd definitely be visible tomorrow. You let out something between a huff and a moan as she kissed her way down to your waist, pulling your skirt down and tossing it to the floor. She'd tapped your legs, looking at you from where she knelt between your legs.

"Put your legs up for me baby." She smiled as you listened, raising and spreading your legs at once so she had a perfect view of your white panties.

She let out a low chuckle, pressing her fingers to the wet spot that had formed on them. She watched you intently as she ran her fingers up and down your clothed cunt, circling at your clit for just a moment before pulling away completely.

"Abbyyy~" You whined, bucking your hips up against nothing, searching for some kind of relief.

"Shh, I know baby, I know." She shushed you as she brought her hands to your thighs, spreading your legs unbelievably further as she placed feather light kisses to your inner thighs.

So close, yet so far from where you needed her the most.

"Mmnph- Abby, fuck. Please." You whined, and of course she'd play dumb.

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" She asked, continued the kisses on your inner thighs.

"Ugh, just fucking-" You gasped slightly as she pressed her tongue flat against the wet spot on your panties, lapping at it "fuckk, need you inside me." You let out a small moan.

A devilish smile was present on her face as she finally pulled your panties off, starting with some kisses to your clit. You threw your head back, letting it sink further into the mattress as you let out moans and whimpers from the way she sucked at your sensitive bud. And you thought, finally, as she circled your hole unbelievably slow with her middle finger before plunging it in all the way.

You let out a breathy moan, the way her finger curled up against that sweet spot made you feel like you were going to black out. After about a minute or so of her moderately paced thrusts, you let out a whine.

"More." You demanded with a whimper.

"More what?" She'd ask in return, as if she didn't already know the answer.

"Mm~ fingers! Please, daddy." And your eyes widened at the name, it was unexpected to say the least.

Immediately you worried Abby would find it weird, or that she wouldn't be into it. But much to your dismay, she let out a low groan as she pushed her ring finger into your hole.

"Fuck, say it again." She commanded, and of course you obliged.

You'd continue to make and whine, the word 'daddy' being the majority of your vocabulary now. A few more minutes went by and you felt that familiar pressure in yohr stomach.

"Ab- Mm, fuck, daddy. 'M gonna cum." You whined, your brows furrowing in pleasure.

"Go ahead baby, cum for Daddy." She let out a small moan as your juices coated her fingers.

She didn't stop though, driving you into overstimulation until you'd be begging her to stop. Once she did, she brought her fingers to your mouth. You opened up and welcomed them with your warm tongue, swirling it around them and moaning at the taste of yourself.

"That's my girl, clean your mess." She smiled at you as you sucked her fingers clean, "Yeah, good girl." She hummed.

And you swore you felt your clit throb at the pet name because Jesus fucking Christ.

"Abs~" You whined, for what you're not entirely sure.

She brought a finger to your lips, shushing you before giving you a small pat on your upper thigh.

"Be right back baby, stay right here." She walked over to her closet, dropping her pants them retrieving an item from the top shelf.

You could've foamed at the mouth when she walked back over with a goddamn eight inch bright pink strap tied on her waist. She brought her hands to rub at your hips softly, a smile plastered on her face.

"You're so fucking beautiful..." She whispered, "you already came all over my fingers, but I bet you'll like it even better when you cum on my cock, hm?" She rubbed her hands across your thighs and just skimmed them on your tummy a bit.

"Mm-hm, yes Daddy. Please, wanna cum all over your cock." You whined.

She nodded her head to the nightstand behind you, which is where the lube sat.

"You wanna help me out? Be a good girl and get my cock all nice and ready for you?" She asked, and you nodded feverishly.

Leaning back, you stretched your arm to grab the bottle, unintentionally arching your back. The sight had Abby illiciting a soft groan, her grip on your hips tightening at the sight of you. You popped the cap open, squirting(😉) a decent amount of lube onto your hand. Then you reached forward, wrapping it around the long strap and stroking it gently as you coated it. Once you were finished you closed the bottle and tossed it to the side on the bed, wiping your semi-sticky hand on the sheets.

Abby took her time, and it felt like forever. But she finally pushed into you, and God it felt amazing. The stretch was just enough, almost too much, but not quite there. It rested against that sweet sweet spot perfectly, and then as she began to thrust you felt like you'd die from how good it felt.

"D-daddy..." You whined, and she stilled for a moment.

Her hands came to either side of your face, as she peered down at you.

"Yes, baby?" She asked, smirking at how you pouted from the way she stopped her motions.

"Please, don't go easy." You let out a small moan.

Her smile only grew, and so did yours as her thrusts resumed. She started at an unbearably slow pace, but quickly went harder and faster. You brought a hand to grip her bicep, the other one laying lazily above your head. She kept a strong grip on your legs as she pounded into you so relentlessly. Then, she brought her hands to underneath your thighs so she could pess your knees to your chest. Somehow she'd managed to thrust into you even harder, even faster.

"Stacy ever fuck you this good, hm?" Abby asked with a smirk.

"N-no, only you can fuck me this good daddy mm~" You moaned.

Your moans only grew louder, occasional whimpers and whines slipping past your lips at how good Abby was fucking you. It didn't take much more for you to cum, and when you finally did it felt so perfect. You practically screamed as you came, and all Abby could do was smile and let out a small moan at how fucking sexy it all was.

Once she'd felt you'd finished riding out your high, she pulled out. You whined at the emptiness, and she chuckled softly.

"Come on, I want you on top. Wanna see you ride my cock." She rubbed at your sides, helping you up as you were already a bit exhausted after having came twice.

She let out a deep sigh, caressing your hips as she reached for the lube feeling a bit more was needed. You waited as she coated her beautifully long strap in it, resting as you straddled her thighs. You raised yourself up, and she slid into your sopping cunt once again.

Your thighs twitched as you leaned forward, almost laying completely on top of her as you slowly rocked your hips and grinded down onto her cock. Abby moved her hands to your hips, helping you move your hips in just the right way.

You'd grabbed her strong shoulders to stabilize yourself, letting loud sweet moans fall past your lips as you gripped them helplessly. Abby bit down on her bottom lip as the strap was hitting her clit just perfectly, but it was too soft. She didn't mind though, because with the way your tits were bouncing in her face she could probably finish right here. She wouldn't yet though.

"Fuck, baby, you drive me insane." Abby let out a small huff as her hands roamed all over your back.

You let out a small laugh, grinding unbelievably harder as you were chasing what would now be your third release. After a minute or so, you leaned back and placed your hands behind you on her legs to stabilize yourself. Abby moaned loudly as she held your waist.

"Oh, f-feels 's much better like that." She whined, the strap hitting her clit just right now.

She thrusted into you, moaning as she watched the way your tits bounced and your body jiggled. It didn't take much more for you to cum this time, and it hit you like a truck. You sighed exasperatedly as your body stilled with exhaustion. Abby groaned frustratedly, resuming her movements as you'd stopped. She came with a loud moan and a smile on her face.

You let yourself fall against her, your boobs resting against her own which were covered by her black sports bra. You were breathless, your arms wrapping around her. She brought her arms to rub your back soothingly.

"Did you cum?" Your voice was whiny and breathless, but you were worried more than anything that you hadn't returned the pleasure Abby had given you.

"Yeah, fuck." She'd respon, easing your worries.

"I need a second." You let out another sigh, Abby chuckled lightly, rubbing at your hips.

"'S ok, you can take a second." She placed a kiss to your cheeks, letting you lie there for as long as you'd need.

Once you were ready, Abby pulled out and lied you down on the bed before standing and removing her strap. She walked to the bathroom and brought back a wet washcloth to wipe you down with, caressing your cheek and placing a kiss to your forehead. You smiled up at her, bringing a hand to her shoulder.

She discarded the rag then helped you get into one of her t-shirts and a pair of boxers, while she stayed in her sports bra and threw on some boxers as well. She climbed into bed with you, spooning you from behind as she pulled you against her. You relaxed against her, smiling as she'd push a strand of hair behind your ear then place one last kiss on your cheek before resting her head so that her nose was in your hair. You'd both fall asleep shortly after.

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[mangoshorthand]

Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 12 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

SUMMARY: As your life begins to grow around Five's, his attitude becomes a little sinister. When does protection become suffocation and when does taking matters into your own hands become betrayal? (weekly updates)

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

A press conference and a picnic

Smut below. Proceed at your own risk.

Chapter 12: Partners

“Do I look ok?”

You tilt your head a little and look him up and down

“eh…”

“That good?” he sighs.

He looks in the mirror, finding it strange to be back in the Academy uniform, albeit the tight-fitting adult jumpsuit he had never grown into before getting lost in the future. The unworn material squeaks a little as he moves.

“You look the part…though it’s a little like fetish-wear. The mask doesn’t help.”

“Yeah, well-” he looks you up and down, clearly trying to formulate a return jab about your choice of clothing. Apparently, he can’t think of one so changes tactic:

“That’s a disturbing glimpse into your mind.”

You take a step closer to him, putting your mouth by his ear and running a finger down his arm.

“Oh Five, there’s plenty more disturbing stuff going on in there.”

He gives a single hum of laughter, looking down at his boots. Almost like he's...nervous? You can’t see his eyes behind the mask, but the flush in his cheek gives you the idea he might even be a little flustered. He turns to the armory closet and roots in an interior drawer. He emerges with a second domino mask.

“Will you wear this for me?”

“Why?”

“It shields your identity a little. And shows you’re with us. One of us.”

You look up at him, trying to divine his expression. His brow is clear, countenance open and the set of his mouth leads you to suspect penetrating earnestness behind his own mask.

You go to take it from him but he places it over your eyes himself and then strokes two fingers down your nose.

“Perfect…well, we better get going.”

You let him walk a couple of steps ahead of you. The jumpsuit’s material clings to him. You lower your voice to a lecherous drawl, as if you're a catcalling drunk peeping out from behind a dumpster.

“Your ass looks great in that,” 

“Oh, shut up.”

“So…round. Looks like it’s trying to eat that jumpsuit.”

He speeds up a little. You can see the color in his cheeks even from behind.

“Mm, you just keep on walking, boy."

You, Sloane and the four Umbrellas present lined up in front of the Academy steps. All except you fall into a parade rest as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Together, you face the surprisingly large number of press and bystanders gathered in front of the compound- TV cameras too. If the recent press attention orchestrated by JUICED had done anything, it had got the Umbrella Academy back in the headlines. Ironic really.

It had been decided that Luther should speak first. The ‘Number One’ that most people remembered. He looks down at his cue cards.

“Uh…thank you for coming today. The Academy has recently become aware of some sinister corporate activities and we've called this press conference to let you know about it and bring public attention to this issue. My brother, Number Five, has taken the lead on this, so I’m going to allow him to talk you through it. I will just ask that we save questions until the end.”

Cameras click as Five takes Luther's microphone.

“Thank you, Luther. Number One."

He surveys the crowd with quiet confidence. He has notes but holds them in the hands clasped behind his back, addressing the assembled press from memory. 

"Evidence has come into my possession which strongly suggests that the soda company JUICED co. has been experimenting on children in an illegal pilot-scheme at Holbrook Elementary School. My analysis of a can of JUICED taken from a vending machine at Holbrook revealed the presence of an unknown chemical component not on the ingredients list. More details of my analysis and its limitations are available in the press-packs sent to you. 

Since then, we've obtained leaked documents that indicate that this chemical is a new mutagen: Di-triberyllium colloid, or Ditrico for short. These documents claim that Ditrico, when ingested over a sustained period, can have the effect of making the drinker only feel satiated when they have had the substance which introduced it.

To put it simply, JUICED co. were testing whether they could make Holbrook elementary students always feel thirsty unless they had recently ingested JUICED. The data they collected via their illegal testing suggests that this happens in around thirteen percent of regular drinkers. 

The ethical implications of this are, of course, serious and I call on authorities to take action. A copy of my report and documents, all available to the press, have been sent to appropriate government agencies and law enforcement. I’d be happy to take questions now.”

Five points at one of the clamouring journalists and the questions begin. He confirms that, yes, he was the ‘madman’ at the Holbrook Elementary meeting. He proves that he is the real Number Five via a blink demonstration and his brothers vouching for him, briefly explaining the accident that caused him to go missing in the first place.

"This matter isn't the subject of this conference, so I'll take more questions now about JUICED and Holbrook."

The journalist he indicates stands up.

"Karen Smith, Newsday. You said that up to thirteen percent of regular drinkers will experience extreme thirst unless they ingest JUICED. What happens if they don't? Do they die of thirst?"

"Well, Ms Smith, I don't know for sure but I would guess not. According to JUICED's research, Ditrico seems to mess with the area of the brain that deals with thirst cues, rather than the body's ability to be hydrated. I believe the children will suffer discomfort but no physical damage. More study will be needed on whether this can be reversed. I have my suspicions that over time the brain will right itself without drinking JUICED regularly but that’s no more than speculation."

This seems to satisfy her. With a sweeping look over the crowd, he opens up the floor to more questions.

“Yes?” He indicates a journalist a few rows back, 

"Simon Dalton, New York Post. Mr Hargreeves, is this related to the four Holbrook children with cancer?"

Five hesitates, "I did originally think this was the case, but I now believe it to be unrelated."

“How did you obtain JUICED’s private documents?" comes a shout

“My brother Klaus, (Number Four), and my partner were able to get them via a one-time employee at JUICED.”

Klaus gives a finger-twiddling wave as he’s mentioned and Five gives you a small smile as he gestures to you.

“On a personal level, I'd like to acknowledge their work there and express how much I respect and… love them.”

Throwing any semblance of formality behind, Klaus leans over and ruffles Five’s hair.

After the conference, he’d gone upstairs to change and never returned. The only trace you’d found was a note:

Meet my by the convenience store at 6 x

Daisy always attracts the attention of any middle-aged to elderly man in the vicinity and Five is surrounded by the usual group of these, a protective hand on the Corvette’s waxed hood.

“-I could get her to 100, maybe 105 on a good day. Lost a bit of horsepower over the years. She’s an old lady so I rarely push her hard.”

“Is the paint job original?”

“Nah. She was shot to shit when I got her, but I had my guy restore her properly. The interior’s original but the paint-job’s reconditioned in the Donneybrooke green. The idiot before me had painted her in this cerise monstrosity…but he was just a young guy, didn’t know what he was doing.”

One of the men lets out a little laugh, “you ain’t exactly methuselah yourself, young man.”

Five would usually have bristled at this, but not today.

“Well, I at least try to treat a lady well. Speaking of,” he looks up at you, “hello dear one.”

You give him a wry look. He looks like he’s about to kick back for a round of golf.

“Hi. You boring these guys with car talk?”

“Not at all,” says one of the men. As he looks round, you recognise him as a HR manager from work and exchange a brief, surprised salutation.

“So- this your boyfriend?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“We’re partners, yeah” Five flashes you a grin, “and if you fellas don’t mind, I’d like to take my top two ladies out- assuming they'd like to?"

As you nod your agreement, the men drift away amiably. Five steps forward to open the car door for you. He's ever the gentleman in an oddly old-fashioned way for someone who, according to his birth date at least, was still in his mid-thirties.

“Where are we going?” you smile

“There’s a state park just an hour outside the city. I packed us dinner. I was thinking we can watch the sun go down.”

“What’s the occasion?”

He shrugs, “Just to celebrate.”

You drive with the top down, Five singing along the whole way. He’s leaning bluesy tonight.

You sit in a viewing area on a tartan blanket, looking out over the river. You're the only people here. As the sun sets, throwing trees into silhouette, Five offers you his blazer. It makes you laugh a little; it’s as if he’s trying to be the perfect prom date.

The picnic he’d packed was sumptuous. He’d chosen a selection of cheeses, cured meats and a bottle of champagne. He’d also been to your favorite patisserie and bought macarons for dessert. While he had a single glass of the wine, you’ve had more than half of the remainder, giving you a pleasant buzz. You enjoy a macaron, savoring the raspberry melt-in-the-mouth texture.

Five reclines a little, crossing his ankles.

"I'm going to fund Sarah's PhD."

"Huh?"

"The student I kidnapped when I did the experiment. Dad's money is just sitting there, accumulating. A portion is mine and it's more than I could ever use. It feels like the least I can do."

"That'd be nice." you smile down at him, covering his hand with your own. 

"I'll maybe pay off her student debt. Anonymously, you know. It doesn't fix it but it makes her life that bit easier."

He watches the river, its flow hard to make out in the lowering light. After a few minutes, he looks up at you.

“You were amazing, you know.”

 You laugh, feeling the champagne turn your laugh blurry.

“Aren’t I always?”

“Of course, but Klaus and Luther told me about Harvey. The way you wrapped him right around your little finger.”

He shakes his head and laughs a little. You only shrug.

“It’s how you get what you want in that world. I don’t do it in my professional life because I don’t think I should have to.”

“Good for you,” he puts his hands behind his head and turns to you. You smile drunkenly back at him. After a moment he says.

"I guess I can't blame you but I can't say I was happy to hear about you flirting so shamelessly with another man."

“It didn’t exactly go to plan. I had to knock him out.”

Five chuckles a little darkly, “I was happier to hear about you knocking him out than flirting with him.”

You laugh along with him. 

“Tell me, did you set out to make me jealous?”

His voice is dark; dangerous. It takes you a moment looking at him to realize he’s playing a game. When he cocks his eyebrows, you feel yourself smile.

“No…but I’m guessing you are?”

“Insanely.”

His teeth bare a little, tendons on his neck standing out with the tension in his jaw.

In your slight drunkenness, your eyes become a little too expressive. They dart to and from the places you find him most attractive. His eyes, lips, neck, forearms. His shirt has come untucked and rides a little high, giving you a glimpse of his lower stomach and its fine hair. 

He notices you noticing and leans back a little further to cause his shirt to ride up more.

“Would it make you feel better to fuck me over the hood of the car?”

He raises his eyebrows, laughs and shakes his head disbelievingly. Before he can say anything, you’re up, over by the car with your dress flipped up and bent over the hood.

“Watch her paint job!” he winces, getting up too.

“Too late now.” Your hands are clasped innocently behind your back, “may as well fuck me.”

He laughs, "I told those guys at the store I was taking two ladies out tonight, but it’s becoming abundantly clear that you are no lady!”

“No, no ladies here.”

“Mm…good.” One hand comes to caress and squeeze your ass cheeks. You hear him unzip and the quiet fapping sound as he strokes himself to a full stand.

“Make it quick in case someone comes.” 

He snorts, “don’t pretend that doesn’t turn you on,” 

He ruts himself against you, using your panties to provide the friction he wants. Little ohs and mms escape his lips as he humps at you, enjoying the situation and anticipation. His cock pokes pleasantly at your panties until, eventually, he pulls them aside. 

He gently slaps himself against your ass, enjoying the soft 'thwack' it makes. Knowing he's about to put it inside you makes your nipples harden inside your bra. He uses his hand to guide himself into you, entering hastily and a little uncomfortably. It seems the wine has made things a little slower to lube up down there. For some reason, this makes it feel better, dirtier. Bent, spread-eagled over the car with Five Hargreeves fucking you rough and dry.

With a hand on each hip, he goes for it immediately, making fierce, feral noises as he impales you repeatedly. Your cunt quickly catches up and soon he’s sliding through you as slick as you could want.

“Oh, you hot little slut.”

You’re bombastic from the wine. If he can play the game, why can't you?

“Harvey wanted me."

He grunts, breaking his rhythm just to give your ass a little slap. 

"But you're mine."  There's no real ire in his voice and only flattering possessiveness.  

"I even made sure he had a good view down my shirt.”

He makes a sound mid-way between a laugh and an animalistic grunt. He smacks your ass again, hard this time, shoving you forward onto the hood. He pulls you back onto his dick and continues his rough attentions.

"You bad little whore.”

“But only you can touch them."

"Mmm."

He leans forward, cock slipping out of you and dragging wetly across your ass. He reaches around your body, grabs a breast in each hand and squeezes them, rubbing them harshly around and around. 

"My tits." he growls, lips against your ear.

"Yes Daddy," you whisper. 

He gives your earlobe a gentle bite.

"Now you just lay there and enjoy this cock." 

"Yes please."

He's too breathless, to eager to get inside you again to say more. Breathing through his teeth, he directs his cock back inside you and slams it to the root, making you both cry out.

You shift slightly, altering the angle of his penetration to rub better against your g-spot. Your moans build, feeling your hips start to ache with the repeated, heavy contact from his pelvis. As your lower stomach and pussy tingle with the approaching orgasm, you put both hands palm down on the shining hood.

Five doesn’t allow this. He tugs your arms by your sides and puts his hands on top of your wrists, pressing them into your hips.

“I…just…waxed…her” he pants

You laugh at this. Maybe it’s the way your body moves, but this pushes you both over. Five comes with his usual possessive, almost angry grunts while you squeal out your pleasure. Afterwards, as you both catch your breath, he leans over and lays his upper body along yours, the warmth and his deep breathing in your ear making up for the loss of his cock inside you.

“Poor Daisy,” you giggle.

“Lucky me though.” You can hear the raised eyebrow in his voice. He kisses your cheek. 

Soon, you’re both decent and back on the picnic rug. The sun is low now; the highest sky ink black, the lowest sweet coral. It’s turning into a fine, clear night.

When it begins to get a little cold, Five heads to the car’s trunk and returns with a second blanket, an old quilt patterned with robots from his childhood bed. He drapes it over the pair of you and pours you both another glass of wine.

"Thank you." he says.

"What for?" 

"For everything you did," he looks down, hair shading his eyes, "and... I guess...thank you for staying."

"What else would I do?"

He looks back up at you, unsure of your meaning. You shake your head at him, feeling a slightly sad smile spread your lips.

"Two things, Five. One, I love you too much, even when you're being an asshole. But also...where would I go?"

"Ah." 

For once, he understands something emotional without it having to be spelled out. He takes a thoughtful sip of wine.

"You feel...dependent."

"Yeah. I guess."

 Your stomach flutters with nerves. It would be so simple for him to take this as an insult. His knees come up to his chest and he holds his arms around them.

"You have...friends. What about Ellie? Didn't you go to her after I nearly shot you?"

Shame flashes fleetingly across his face.

"Yes...I could. But what about after that? I'd be on her couch for weeks before I could get an apartment...a-and, once I did, how long until I felt safe there?"

His face contorts a little behind his knees. One of his hands comes to grip yours. 

"Do you...want to leave?"

"No."

He lets out a held breath.

"So you feel stuck? Because it's my family's house but you're scared to live alone?"

"Not stuck. And I want to live with you, it's not really about being scared to live alone."

"It's about feeling vulnerable?"

You nod and his face falls into the deep lines of logical consideration, loosening his grip on his knees. He's been faced with a problem and he's damn well going to solve it:

"Do you want us to get our own place?"

You consider this, "No...not for now, at least. I really do love it there- I do feel like it's home. And you'd miss everyone."

"Not as much as I'd miss you." you can tell he means this. "So what do you want, dear one?"

When you don't answer, clearly at a loss, he puts his arm around you. After looking up at the darkening sky for a while, he says:

"How does this work: you pay a little rent to Dad's estate? Just a little; enough to give you a lease agreement. It would give you a right to be there legally...a right outside of me."

You look at him. As an extremely proud man, this must cost him a lot to say.

"Are you-?"

"I want it to be your home. Whatever I have to do to make that happen."

"I... I think that would help." 

"Good." He kisses your head. "Maybe we can re-evaluate the arrangement as time goes on...if legal circumstances change."

You're not entirely sure what he means, but you nod nevertheless. He looks up at the night sky again.

“The stars won’t be long now. Look up there long enough and more and more will appear.”

His mind seems to wander. He takes your hand under the blanket and lies down. After several minutes, his voice has taken on a different, more dreamy quality.

“They were pretty much the only beauty left. Dolores and I would stare at them for hours some nights. Everything else in ruins...but there they were.”

You lie down beside him and look up too. Your heads rest against each other.

“It was nice to know that they were always there. Always following their cycles. Like clockwork.”

“Comforting?” you venture

He pauses, “Yeah…but they made me small. More alone too.”

You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb.

He’s right. More and more appear the more you stare. As the sky becomes blacker than blue-black, the stars spread and multiply. Those that fade into view seem brighter the more that fade in behind them.

You tear your eyes away a second and bring your eyes to his. Dome shaped to your side-on view, the stars are reflected there too.

“You’re home now.”

“Yeah.” he whispers.

You look back up at the sky and get lost in the vastness. The infinity of it. For a minute or so, you’re no longer with Five, no longer feel his hand in yours; it’s just you and the universe.

Five’s voice, deep and soft, brings you back into yourself.

“Do you think you’d ever get married?”

You take a second or two to parse this; just back to earth. He turns his head towards you and watches you in silence. Eventually, you reply.

“I haven't ruled it out.”

"Good to know.”

End of Part 2

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[ashimetsu]

Trey's Party 【Reader x Trey Clover】 -chapter 2

: ̗̀➛ After setting up the real birthday party, Trey takes you to the balcony for a special surprise : ̗̀➛ warnings: smut, edging, semi-public sex, walking in on you, no protection, fem/afab reader : ̗̀➛ 2.7k words : ̗̀➛ [a/n]: after fighting for my life i finally finished this chapter!! aksduhfaisudf This Is For All My Trey Lovers Out There... enjoy!!!! gonna work on requests and drabbles for a bit now. : ̗̀➛ chapter 1, (chapter 2), chapter 3

"Not too shabby for a kitchen birthday party, right, Prefect?"

You and Trey admire each other's work of setting up his birthday party. As a "punishment" for making up a wild excuse about Trey's surprise party, the rest of the Heartslabyul gang let both of you finish decorating with the supplies Trey carried back for you. Although not as put together as Cater's color-coordinated streamers, it is neater than Ace's… creative liberty with the balloon placement. At the end of the day, it's a presentable party fit for Trey's easygoing nature.

"Good work you two," Riddle starts as he looks around the colorful kitchen, "I'll call the rest of the dorm here to get things started."

You release a breath you didn't know you were holding. Although you've known Riddle for some time now, he still makes you nervous after the whole "off with your head" incident. He's mellowed out, but still carries a strong sense of authority to his dorm members. This party was a test of his new, laid-back personality, letting everyone decorate as they please, rather than following the Queen's strict rules. Hence, forming a more teenager-friendly social rather than a formal banquet for a birthday party. You've caught Riddle tense up a few times, ready to scold the party planners for violating countless rules, but he's done well on holding back. Tomorrow, things will go back to normal, but tonight is free game.

As other Heartslabyul students filter into the kitchen to celebrate, everyone fills their plates with various treats. Cater was tasked with leading the baking, and with some help from the Science Club members, the treats turned out edible. It's truly the downfall of a surprise party for the guy who's a wizard in the kitchen. As per tradition, you all sing happy birthday to Trey, who almost looks embarrassed to be there. The crowd dissipates to the rest of the dorm, to the kitchen, lounge, foyer, and hallways. You find yourself nestled in one of the couches of the lounge, wrapped in a blanket and sipping on some fruit punch. After the rain shower, you were still feeling chilled.

"Comfortable?" a familiar voice snaps you out of your trance.

After today's encounters, you feel a bit more normal around Trey. He still makes your heart flutter, but you can push down your stammering voice to talk to him. Are these feelings? No no, he's just your upperclassmen. Everyone feels flustered around their elders, right?

"Mm," you mumble as you place your empty punch cup on the end table. "The extra sizes are helpful."

You've been trying to ignore the fact that everything feels and smells like Trey. After all, he gave you his clothes to wear as backup, since yours was drenched in rain water. A giant black t-shirt with the name of his middle school on the front and huge sweatpants bunched at your ankles dress your relatively small frame. You probably look ridiculous, but you can't bring yourself to care because they're Trey's clothes. When will you ever get this opportunity again?

"It looks like it," he flashes a grin at you, meanwhile you can practically see the light bulb appear above his head. "Say, I'm tuckered out from all this partying. Care to join me for some fresh air?"

You look out the window, the sun is nearly setting and the overcast has cleared. It doesn't look rainy out anymore, so maybe a step outside wouldn't be so bad. Especially with Trey; and close proximity to cover if it were to suddenly rain again. It seems that going along with Trey's plans is both a pro and a con with that mischievous look on his face.

"It would be wrong to deny the birthday boy, right?" You crawl out of your blanket and swim through the layer of clothes to find proper footing to stand up. Maybe this would be a good time to give Trey his birthday gift.

"Oh first, let me grab something for you, Trey," you say before walking to one of the closets where you planted your gift earlier in the week.

After grabbing the small box, you follow him as he leads you to a large heart-shaped door. He turns his head towards you and reaches for your hand before opening it.

"You might want to hold on. It's a bit of a maze to get there."

Hesitantly, you take his hand. It's much warmer than yours and slightly calloused, creating friction between your skin. He turns before your face has the chance to bloom into a lovely shade of red. He opens the door and leads you through a labyrinth of twists and turns in the hallway. You've never been this deep into Heartslabyul and it's disorientating your sense of direction. Without Trey acting as your guide, you would have certainly gotten lost. With only a few lamps illuminating the maze, it's hard to tell what your surroundings look like. Trey confidently makes his way through, exhibiting his experience as a third year.

Finally, you both find yourselves in a long corridor with wall-length windows extending your right side. On your left, elaborate checkered wallpaper coats the walls, dotted occasionally with dark lamps. Dark cherry wood-floors run under your feet, tying the Heartslabyul aesthetic together. The hallway is dark, illuminated only by the setting sun through the windows. Trey is leading you, pulling your arm ahead of your body. The sun glows over his arms, outlining the individual muscles of his built figure. You take this moment to just admire the tall man in front of you. Even his back is perfectly framed by the light outside.

Trey stops abruptly in front of another heart-shaped door, nearly identical to the one you saw earlier. He looks behind him, as if to make sure you were still there, holding onto his hand. He gives you a quick squeeze, which makes your heart do somersaults, and pushes the door open.

Sun floods the hallway, highlighting both of your faces in a warm glow as a small balcony lies before you, looking over the gardens. You move next to Trey and peer at him. He's gazing over the hedges, unaware of how relaxed he appears. You've never seen this expression of near bliss on his face before, and with the incredible lighting, he looks even more ethereal.

"Maybe you should take a picture if you like looking at me so much, Prefect."

"It's not that, I was just- you had something on your face, that's all." You reach up and wipe an imaginary crumb off his cheek with your hand carrying the present.

"Here, take this," you say as you shove the neatly-wrapped present into his arm. You release his hand and walk to the edge, resting your arms on the railing. So much for fresh air, it's suffocating being in such a sly man's presence.

You hear sounds of unwrapping and light footsteps approaching behind you. You didn't need to look to sense his eyes on the side of your face, waiting for something to happen.

"You could start getting a little more creative with your gifts, you know," he starts, rotating the gifted, red rubber spatula in his deft hands. "I think I have about a million of these."

"It's the thought that counts, isn't it? I'll take it back if you're gonna be rude about it." You shoot a glare in his direction, but you're met with a smirk instead. He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear, reminding you of his antics from earlier today.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but maybe a better gift would be something from you personally, something I have to claim myself," Trey whispers in your ear, suddenly closing the gap between you two. He's got an arm wrapped around your waist now, squeezing your side and making you painfully aware of his presence. You let out a breath as tensions rise.

"You're gonna have to show me what you mean, Trey," you respond quietly, leaning slightly into his warm touch. His mouth is still gravitating around your earlobe, preparing for touchdown at any moment. His lips orbit above as he shifts his body behind you, pressing his hips against you, telling you exactly what he wants. Fingers dance over the sweatpants he lent you, teasing under the elastic and resting on the plain of your hips. His gentle voice lassos you back before you drift off to an undiscovered universe.

"Is this showing you enough?" he mumbles, rubbing small circles into your hips, imprinting his touch on your body. You hum back, enjoying the small touches left on your body.

"I can stop if you'd like," he says, pausing his movements. Trey's not the one to impose on others, even if the way he's been acting has been more forward than usual.

"Don't," you breathe, "this is perfect."

His chest contracts as he sucks in a quick breath, deciding his next course of action. A cool breeze contrasting Trey's warmth forms an aura of intimacy you didn't notice before. A sense of solitude covers you both like a warm blanket, distant chattering fading out as firm hands travel past the waistband and around your ass. One hand made its home there, massaging and squeezing while the other snakes to your front, fingers teasing the wet crevice between your legs. Enough taunting from your upperclassman has left you more aroused than you intended. His smooth seduction has gotten you right where he wants you: vulnerable and trapped in his snare. A finger circles your heat, pressing hard against your labia, not quite entering you. A small moan escapes your lips, egging Trey further. You push harder onto him, giving him better leverage to finger you. His finger digs deeper, beyond what you could reach with your hand. You begin to wonder what more would feel like, another finger? Massaging your clit? The nagging boner? The more you entertain the thought, the more pliant you become. Without realizing it, your legs have spread and you've given Trey the perfect angle to finger you down to the knuckle, which he gladly does. Bliss blooms in your core as he continues to rhythmically pump pure ecstasy throughout your being. Lost in Trey's grip, you hardly notice a stretch as another finger is added. Your moan is answered by a soft kiss to your hairline, pulling you into Trey's embrace further. Pain and pleasure mix as a calloused thumb swipes your clit, sending a spasm through your body. The added sensations multiply the heat filling your lower regions, nearly pushing you over the edge.

"T-trey, I'm gonna-"

You're cut off as a void occupies the space where appendages once were. A hiss escapes your lips, aching for sensation that was taken too soon. Before you could whine, Trey gets back to work, manipulating your sweatpants and panties with his forearm, cool air fanning your skin. Although exposed, you feel hot, surrounded by Trey while embarrassed as he caresses your body.

"Bend over and give me some birthday cake, please," Trey rasps in your ear, his impatience obvious in his tone and hardness pressed against your backside. Obliging, you press back into him, giving the green light. No time to think when the right moment you've both been waiting for has presented itself.

"Good girl."

Electricity jolts through your body at his praise. With a voice like caramel, you were weak to his demands and a sucker for his worship. Trey's hands leave your body for a moment, the sounds of zipping filling the space between you. He returns, rubbing your hips and kissing your temple as an apology. His firm hands smooth over your soft skin, gripping and spreading your behind. He slides along your wetness, prodding your entrance. You respond by trying to push him in yourself, but his hands resist, nudging your hips away. Teasing is Trey's specialty; he's not going to give you want you want so easily.

"Eager aren't you? Don't forget this is my present, Prefect."

"And I'm gonna take it back if you don't hurry up."

Trey mouths your ear, his hot breath turning you on further. "I'm sure you will."

You won't.

Trey rests himself between your legs, edging you on as he plants wet kisses along your neck, careful to not leave any tracks, lest the housewarden finds out. The sensation of Trey's kisses and edging build in your core, making it difficult to keep your thoughts in order. Before you even realize, soft moans are slipping out, encouraging Trey's entertainment. Apparently unable to resist any longer, he begins pushing himself in, tip pressing through your entrance. Soft moans evolve to a yelp, finally hooked on accepting his cock.

Slowly, Trey pushes this rest of himself in you, hilt pressed firmly against your ass. Your sighs play like keys on a piano to his ears. His hands travel under your shirt, cupping your breasts and squeezing, totally engulfing your body. Soft bites prod at exposed skin at your shoulder, presumably from when Trey was giving your neck the attention you oh-so desired. He's distracting you from the sting of his length inside you, giving time for both of you to adjust. Warm breaths tickle your skin as he pauses from assaulting your neck, thumbing the skin around your nipple, assuring there's always stimulation. You both could stay in this position forever, locked together and embraced in eachother's warmth.

"I'm ready."

Trey wastes no time, pulling and plunging back in again. He works slowly, making sure you're comfortable while keeping the rest of your body busy. While pumping in and out, his hands move back to your hips, securing you with a grip strong enough to leave bruises. Soft grunts blend in with your moans, creating a symphony of pleasure over the rose gardens. The sly facade from earlier has faded as Trey chases his own pleasure, pounding harder and pushing you closer to the edge. Moans shift to incomprehensible babbles as you lose yourself in his attacks, filling you with bliss.

"Mmng, Trey I'm-!"

"Trey, are you up here?"

Trey's hips still instantly as light floods the balcony. The voice looking for Trey sounded awfully familiar, but you weren't keen on trying to find out who it was that just walked in on your moment with Trey. This is going to be his problem to deal with.

"Heh, hey Deuce. Need something?" Trey laughs awkwardly, turning only his head to face the intruder and shielding you both from Deuce's gaze. You pray his dense nature is on your side.

"Oh, I didn't see Prefect up here either. My bad, it's not that important," he begins innocently, "if you two want some alone time, I can chat later."

"Sure, I'll catch up with you later, Deuce"

He walks out, leaving you two alone again.

"…did he not notice what we're doing?"

"You know he's always been a little oblivious to these things." Trey chuckles softly before continuing. "We'll be done quick, won't we Prefect?" He squeezes your hips and ruts himself into you, reminding you of his twitching cock impatiently waiting for you.

You tighten around him, pulling Trey in and forming resistance around his length as he resumes his pace. It seems that Deuce walking in didn't diminish his eagerness, noted by how he didn't soften. In fact, he seems even more energized; did being discovered turn him on more? You didn't have a chance to explore that thought as pleasure rings through your body, incoherent moans spilling from your lips.

"Mm, I'm close," a grunt softly enters your ear as his tempo picks up, ravaging your body.

"A little longer, Trey, I'm not-" you're cut off as he thrusts particularly strongly, ripping a moan from your lips. The whole situation with Deuce really put you on edge, but Trey's fervor was bringing you back. It wasn't enough, yet too much at the same time. His thrusts came faster and faster, leaving you no time to react. Moans turned incoherent as he plunges sharply, filling you up with warmth to your core. Pumping slowly to release all of himself into you, Trey shushes you softly while kissing your temple. You try to move, get some friction to give yourself release.

"Trey, I didn't-"

"I know," he whispers, sending chills down your spine, "we'll finish this later, okay?"

You whine as he slowly pulls out, some of himself dripping down your leg in the process. Swiping his thumb over a streak on your thigh, he gently opens your mouth and inserts his thumb. You taste his saltiness, sucking like a child on their own thumb. You nod, a word barely above a whisper escaping your lips.

"Okay."

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[readingadream]

BE THE LIGHT

Chapter One

Word count 1,620

1 | 2 | 3

Wooyoung POV

What would you do if a random person came to you and asked to trust him? Saying that he would be the reason the world would change. Would you trust him? Would you think he was bat shit crazy like me? 

Wednesday night, there was a full moon and a chilly breeze that made leaves fall so beautifully to the ground. Though like the story's told by our parents, the most intresging people came out that night. I should have stayed home, but of course my friends always loved to go out.

“Yah! Woo, hurry the hell up.” Shouted by my friend who was almost as short as I was, light brown hair that had just barely covered his ears and of course not styled much since he had been partying most of the night. I rolled my eyes and waved as our group of friends walked to the next bar. 

“Mm, Go ahead without me. I think Imma catch the bus home. It's late and I need to wake up early anyways.” I waved my friends on as I walked to the convent store, grabbing a thing of ramen, a hangover drink, and some chips. Perfect late night snack plus medicine to help me not feel like absolute death right before work in the morning. The store was oddly quiet tonight which was unusual for a Saturday. Saturdays usually were busy, many drunk young adults like myself grabbing snacks or buying more alcohol. Walking to the front to pay I noticed a younger male who had red hair trying to do homework. Remembering those days I’d felt a little bad for the boy. 

After paying I grabbed my bag and quickly ran to the bus stop that was just about a block from where I’d been. Hopefully my luck would work tonight and not miss the last bus back home. Though when has luck ever been on my side? Never. I watched it drive past me. Looking up at the sky I let out an annoyed yell. “Fuck!” 

I was about to turn and call a taxi when a shorter male approached me, his hair was the color of dark chocolate, and his skin pale like someone who seemed to avoid being outside during the day, and lastly his eyes were dark brown as well but almost black. Though it was hard to see them clearly in the darkness that surrounded them due to the lack of streetlights where they currently were. Who'd have thought a bus stop in the middle of the city would be poorly lit?

“Apologies, I didn't mean to scare you. I know I'm a nobody but would you trust me? Help me out and I can promise you glory.” The stranger's voice was a slightly higher tone to an otherwise velvety smooth lilt, the kind of sound that the perfect melodie wrapped up in a song; a lullaby.

Tell me why I wanted to say yes? Why would someone like me decide to agree to help with something that my dumbass didn't know anything about. Shivering from the cold breeze I let out a breathy laugh as I looked at him. This male had a surrounding feeling of confidence and yet felt so mysterious as well.

“Who is stupid enough to say yes? Me apparently because I'm curious, also because your friend who has been standing behind you closely seems like he can trust you.”

I looked at the male behind him, white hair that looked like snow, was close to shoulder length, and the look he gave was one of seriousness. The male who  spoke let out a faint laugh, waving off the one who stood behind.

“Seonghwa is very close to me, he's our most precious member. Ah, I'm Hongjoong by the way.” Holding his hand out for me to shake. His hand was cold, silver rings on most of finger as well as a few bracelets on his wrist. Was it wrong to mention the fact his hands were smaller then mine? Though this man whose name was Hongjoong was also shorter than me so it made some sense in a way. 

“Wooyoung.” Giving the stranger my name so easily, probably not wise and used a fake name but we only lived once right? What could be worse than a stranger leading me to my possible death.

Seonghwa looked at me, like he was questioning why I'd agree so easily, who could blame him though? because I still was unsure. I used him as an excuse to be completely honest. Moving he points to the black BMW that had been pulling up and parking next to us.

“Our ride is here, you will stay with us from now on. You can gather your stuff tomorrow though Woo, right now it's late and you've seemed to have a long night.” Seonghwa spoke for the first time, voice sounded like thunder in the distance yet also a lullaby that if he sang a gentle song would make all worries go away.

Nodding my head I took a step towards the vehicle, “Promise you won't be killing me?” 

“I promise doll, you are safe with us.” Hongjoong gently patted my shoulder as he walked to get into the front passenger seat.

Stepping into the back with Seonghwa, I noticed the driver. He looked around my age, tired, and his eyes dull like there was no life left in them. I noticed his hair was the color of a faded pink or maybe orange? It was hard to tell in the little light that was provided due to the door being open momentarily. Though, maybe that's because of how late it was and the male was tired.

“This is Yunho, our sunshine most days. I swear he isn't as gloomy as he looks, we just haven't gotten much sleep lately and it takes a toll on us.” Listening to Hongjoong explain who the driver was, I noticed a small smile appear from Yunho. 

“That's because you made me wake up at 2am the other night because of your wild idea. Anyways, it's nice to meet you newbie.”

Newbie? He knew? Of course he did you idiot. “It's Wooyoung.” Letting out a soft yawn I just relaxed in the back seat. The leather seats seemed to be heated which warmed my cold bodie but also made it incredibly hard to stay awake much longer. Looking out the window as we drove, watching as city lights passed by quickly and things became a blur as I fell asleep curled up in my seat and just enjoying the warmth while it lasted.

Feeling someone shake me is what had finally woken me up, I usually slept hard and long so without thinking I shove them off. “Fuck off.” Mumbling and turning slightly. 

That's when I remembered that I wasn't home, it wasn't Changbin waking my lazy ass awake. I shot up and met eyes with Seonghwa. He didn't look bothered by my actions.

“Well you clearly will get along with Sannie, he loves his sleep and once punched our captain in the face for trying to wake him.” He points to a warehouse, it was definitely worn down but also if someone looked closer they would see that the building had been worked on. Looking over to where he was pointing I noticed a few boys outside playing basketball. “Welcome to our little utopia, it isn't fancy but we all have adjusted. You will too in a matter of time.”

When the car parked I noticed a boy with red hair running over holding a basketball. “Hyung! Did you guys get the snacks? Please tell me you got more banana milk because San hyung drank the last one that I was saving.” He pouted and it was cute, like a little bear pouting.

“Wooyoung, this is our youngest member. Jongho, this is our new member. I want you and San if he's awake to get him all taken care of.” Hongjoong spoke as he got out of the vehicle. “Yes we got snacks and more milk, Hwa wanted strawberry milk anyways so he bought a few packs of both.” 

San must have known he'd been spoken of, walking out to help with the groceries he took notice of the new male. Looking him up and down before shrugging.  

“San, this is Wooyoung. I want you and Jongho to get him set up, we will get his stuff tomorrow after we've gotten some well deserved sleep.” All San did was nod. Handing me a few bags before walking towards the building.

Following inside I had noticed the couches in the middle of the building, a few desks around it and then another couch off to the side by the door. The warehouse was old for sure, and looked like they'd made the place for all 7 that there was. Well now 8. 

Ladders led up to a second floor, everything seemed new like they had built the second floor themselves, so it was safe for them to walk on. Lastly, he saw the makeshift kitchen. Everything they would possibly need was there. A microwave, stove and oven, dish washer, a coffee pot, and just basic items you'd generally see in someone's kitchen. San points at the groceries “I'll put these away, so just set them on the table for now.” Of course, I just nodded my head, setting them down. Yawning for what seemed like the millionth time in the last 10 minutes. I walked around as the others all came in, talking about who knows what. He'd tuned them out for a moment as he realized things were about to be a lot different from now on.

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[ask-emerys-melvinborgs]

-—-—-The Event Horizon-—-—-

Chapter 2. Overture

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Melvinborg sped through the air at breakneck speed, the rocket careening through the clouds, below him his apartment, his neighborhood, his city disappearing. His grip on the steering mechanism was a little white-knuckled, his dashboard a contrasting cheery array of LEDs, and his heart soaring with determination.

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A myriad of satellites were perched in invisible orbit like birds on a wire, and as he sped past, he saw a variety of purple lights blinking at him- the friendly, neutral color of communication, a quick 'hello!' as he began his journey. Interstellar communication had gotten leagues better, and the nearby airspace really wasn't so lonely anymore. He whizzed past the air station, a few stray rockets from different independent explorers like him housed comfortably in its magnetic field. Now that he was finally out of orbit, he could calm his pace a little bit. He unbuckled his seatbelt, floating as if a petal on water, suprisingly light and graceful leaps. And heavens, did he have fun with it! Bounding about, feeling the freedom of space- though he had taken multiple trips into space before, it still was a rare treat, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself. Alone in his ship, he let his guard down, feeling like a kid once again. It was this kind of spirit he was going to need so desperately, for a mission like this.

Just for the sake of feeling less alone, he decided to tune his radio to the Communications section. With the clickity-clackity turn of a deliciously antiquated knob, the gentle static fuzzed in, a little warmer than usual (likely the gentle hum of the stars). "Hey, anyone online?" A voice shimmered through the speakers...

"Oh, fantastic! I'm doing quite well, thank you," he spoke into the intercom. "I'm on my way out of town- well. Way out of town, I suppose." The voice giggled a little. "And," he added giddily, "if you're oh-so-terribly-curious, I'm actually trying to-" A wave of electrical fuzz washed over the sound, and before he could begin his monologue, the connection was lost, leaving him a little disheartened. Oh well. "ETH3R, how far until our destination?" he asked his scientific companion. "We won't hit the hyperspace barrier until we get out of the solar system and its regulations, which should take about 15 minutes and 49 seconds, so accounting for that...... you've got nine hours, thirty-seven minutes, and 11 seconds until we reach the orbit of the nearest black hole, MIRAWIDIE-14." Damn. He scrunched his nose. It sounded like a long time, but in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that bad, eh? Nine hours until his life changed, hopefully forever, hopefully for the better. He settled into the lounge chair he had so-smartly included, ready for his journey, still keeping his general cover of ultimate in-control nonchalantness but secretly alight with anticipation. He hadn't penned yet what he was even going to say or do to his younger self- that would require a LOT of self-reflection that he was absolutely not willing to do. Obviously, expecting him to be absolutely perfect at every turn already would lead him to the same colossal burnout crash that Borg had experienced as he had metaphorically dragged himself across the bloody, gravelly pavement of life to make it into adulthood. Obviously, he was a lot better off now, but... he wanted to save himself the pain, if he could. But god, introspection isn't easy to do when there's so many layers of perfectionism and shame, mm? He didn't realize that to face himself, he would have to face himself. His thoughts couldn't keep him for long, though, because ETH3R gently encouraged him to buckle himself back into the commander's seat so that they could engage their hyperspace drive. "Ah, what would I do without you?" he asked affectionately, to which the robot replied "Let's hope we never have to find out." The shadow of Neptune was shrinking behind them, and as they began to launch into hyperspace, the reflections of the stars went from dutiful pinpricks to huge bearded comets to crystalline slices, slight differentiation in color, creme and periwinkle and peach and white cascading past in beautiful shooting lines as they went faster faster faster faster FASTER- And then, almost as suddenly as it began, they slowed back to a gentle lull, but the sky was almost entirely changed, Around them was a menagerie of dust, nebulas in every color and then some, stars of all sizes adorning the sky. Sparse enough to still have that sense of coldness, but everything was so much more colorful- it was like stepping into Oz. Little tears gathered in Melvin's eyes- there was no sight like it, and he would never get used to experiencing that glory. He settled in comfortably for the ride, gazing out the window at the breathtaking monuments, strolling through them on his way to his future.

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[kairizine]

🌺 Merch Reveal: Tote Bag 🌺

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Held Up: Steak Dinner

Part 2.

Warning: This one does has some adult content. Guns, smut, fraud.

I'd offer to skip dinner and go to wherever she stays, but I'm building trust. The foundation is there. I'm also in no rush. I wasn't lying about craving a steak. It comes to the table and I immediately cut it to make sure it's medium-well. It's juicy and tender, easy to chew and buttery. "Mm.. mhm.. mm..," I point with my fork, cutting a small peice and holding my fork in the air as she smirks. "Try it."

She eats it from the fork with eye contact which tells me she ready. "Surprised you're up and about right now or am I keeping you up," she twirls her pasta on her fork. I let her seduce me, giving her the reigns.

"Wouldn't be Graveyard without the late nights."

She smiles. "You look tired. All the time."

"Yikes, you think so?"

She nods. "But there's something mysterious about your eyes as well especially when you stare like that.. I wonder."

"I'm an open book.. Just.. Ask."

"Where you originally from," she squints.

I put down my utensils and fold my hands on the diner table to watch her black-brown eyes twinkle with growing attraction to me.

"Small rural town in Cali. You heard of Nevada City? Population 3,000?"

"Can't say I have."

She wants to fuck me. We shared a trauma. So naturally, she's eye-fucking me.

"Well..," I return to what's left of my steak. "It's a po-dunk town worse than Lexington. Beautiful.. city slicker like yourself.. would do better in LA."

She grins. "You're not what I expected. I thought you'd be rougher around the edges."

"You thought," I tease with a deep sigh. "I'm a simple guy Janine. I go to work, I go to school.. I eat steak."

"Well I got something that's better than steak, you should come over," she leans in closer taking the fork and knife from my hands and replacing them with her hands. I fight the urge to take control. It's always better for me when the female leads. I let her take me from the restaurant to our cars. We just dined and ditched. "You gone protect me?" She pulls my hands around her waist looking up at me. I grip her ass and she seems pleasantly surprised.

"I'll follow you." I open her door closing her in. "Lock em immediately," I warn her. "Look at me. I don't want anything to happen to you. We done already been through something. Always lock your doors immediately." She does it with a wave.

I follow her through town to her apartment that she says she's been renting from a man subletting. It's a 3-story walk up and very old. The wood creaks as we walk up. In her apartment, I take my shoes off and look through at the items and decor that mostly aren't hers. The things that are, are obvious. She's made the place into her own temporarily. "Why so much blue?"

"It's my favorite color. I brought all this from home, but the stuff in the bathroom and kitchen I bought when I moved in."

"Hm. It's nice. You must got a lil chunk of money saved?"

"A little. Not enough..," she eyes.

I feel a small spike of suspicion in her that needs to be crushed.

"Any vacancies at the prison?" She walks back to her room while I wait in the open living space giving her polite distance.

"The prison? I don't think you want that. But I'll put in a word for you."

"Thank you. I need to find another job." She comes out with her bra and panties on walking back and forth, pretending to do shit.

I watch her. The moment she bends in front of me, I grab her hips and sweeping her carrying her to her room and dropping her on her bed. She squeels. She wanted to seduce me in hopes I'd lose control and fuck her, so I give her exactly that impression. I push her down when she tries to sit up. I pull her ankles and drag her ass to the edge of the bed. I take my clothes off and pull her lace panties off slowly with my teeth. She wore them for me. One thing about Janine? That dark meat on her bones is meant for a nigga. Body bad. Face bad. Judgment bad. Just my type. I do my job as a certified pussy muncher and go down, making out with the pussy and then sucking and licking it. It's something I can do all night. I keep her thighs pressed against the bed and out my way, consuming until she's wiggled and moaned herself limp. When she stops reacting that's when I stop eating and just rub it.

"Your pussy is about as pretty as your face. You mind if I take a picture, for myself? Of me eating it? Just from here to here," I touch her hips. She clears it and I spread the lips and put my tongue on her pearl snapping the photo. "For my eyes only," I assure flipping her over by her ankles. I snap another photo quickly and hide my phone while positioning her for backshots. I get a quick 5 second video of her with her face in the pillow while I dig in the cooter, stirring in lil swirls. "You like that shit, Janine?"

"Yess," she moans in a falsetto. Her voice when she's on the verge of cumming is high pitched. I run my fingers up her spine and coach her to let it go, then we lay in her bed talking.

"How have you been.. since last night? Right about now you'd be getting off your shift," I remind her.

"I've been talking about last night all day today, I kinda wanna move past it.."

I switch tracks and ask her about her classes and her friends. She needs comfort tonight and security so I put an arm around her inviting her to snuggle up on my stomach. We pillow talk and I leave about a half hour after that.

"Text me when you get home." She reaches for my face and Iet her kiss me on my way out.

I get in my car and instantly pull up the group chat. They all had their wages of whether or not I'd smash tonight and get the pictures. I let them know exactly how I fucked her from start to finish and demand payment laughing to myself when they demand the evidence. They know I'm not lying they just wanna see this fine ass big booty ebony in the act.. possibly on a big black dick. I demand my payment waiting for it all to post. I'm $160 richer. Now I drop the pictures and the video. Fap material for you bitches, I type. Now I can drive off.

I see Janine constantly in the days following. She's cool. We hang out and do shit like eat and fuck. I like her. I check around for her to see where she can work, getting her an interview at a JigglyPiggly. I introduce her as my girlfriend which earns me a kiss on the lips. They tell her she can start now. It should get her by until she finds something else.

"Damn," I stare watching her walk off for me, an extra sway in her hips. Looks like she forgot about trying to bag a Dylan or Brock. She drunk off BBC. "I work the prison tonight, I won't see you tomorrow."

"So call me," she waves. "See ya Graveyard."

I wait until she doesn't come back out for a few minutes, then I drive off. I ain't gotta work at the prison. I don't work at the prison, that's just what I tell people around here. I don't work at all. I don't even go to school. Anyone can walk on campus, it's not private.

I meet another girl I've been talking to lately, a white girl at the college named Tinsley. She's never been with a black guy and she wants me bad. I've been stringing her along to see what I can get. So far, she's bought me lunch. I didn't ask her too, but something I've learned is that the more you make a woman desire you the more she'll do on her own.

"So you ain't learned yet," I smile meeting her at her job.

"I never will, you're just gonna have to adopt," she touches my nose. She's an animal groomer in a business of all women. It's a treasure trove but I keep my eyes on Tinsley making her feel special as she shows me off like a new car she's taking for a spin. I whisper in her ear.

"Stop tempting me with these puppies." They have a kennel of dogs. This is how I get close to her. She loves that I love dogs as much as her, only I don't. I don't like animals. She takes me to the bathroom and closes the door pulling at my pants. "Woah," I pretend to slow her as she's ripping down my briefs.

She has intense blue devilish eyes laughing up at me, lowkey scaring the hell out of me. She takes the dick, sucking it like she's possessed. "I've got you now," she growls giggling evilly. I watch her suck me off and despite how crazy she is I still cum. But on my way out I see someone's bag.

"You sucked this big black dick so hard I gotta pee. I'll be a minute," I tell her watching her shake her head with a smile and walk away giving me time to take the credit card from the bag. It belongs to one of the women. I kiss Tinsley and say goodbye to the women. I take the card to the next city with my boys and we ball out, staying in a hotel for the night. I leave the card with them the next day. They got money for me as well, I count out $3,400. The hustle goes both ways and this my cut.

I ride back to Lexington to see Janine and she kisses me at the door of her apartment. She missed me though I haven't been gone. She's also in need of more money.

"Mhm. What investments do you have?"

She sits down rolling her eyes and I smile. I'm not coming off my money no matter how much she hints. I haven't spent a dime and I don't plan to.

"Like stock?"

"Stock. Cryptocurrency.."

"None?"

"Well," I laugh. "That's why you're broke, respectfully. You're spending dollar for dollar everything you make. Look at this," I cover my information and flash the number in one of my accounts showing her $52,000 in savings and $13,000 in checking. Her eyes widen. "I invest. I don't just spend."

"What do you invest in? How do you get started?"

"It's easier if I show you. I can get you started."

I download a bitcoin app on her phone and tell her to put in her banking information while I look away but I have a photographic memory. I only need a glance to remember information. I walk her through buying bitcoin and actually show her some of what I know about trading. Then I fuck her brains out and leave to work on getting her money from her bank account.

I take $1,000 considering how she needed her money. I do like her. It's why I don't take more. I leave her enough for her rent and to eat and dip deciding to move onto another girl to milk. Unfortunately, I realize after the fact of me stealing from her that I like her more than I thought. I didn't mean to like her at all. I know I shouldn't go back to her because she'll probably call the country ass cops on my black ass or get me caught up, but for love.. I still risk it. I'm an idiot, I know.

I pull up to her apartment and get her to open the door though she acts like she won't. I accept the slap to the face when she does open it and I beg for her forgiveness. On my knees, I beg her. But she wants her money back. I'm not giving her her money back, she can have this dick..

"Baby, don't be like that. It's just a lil cash, don't let that get in the way of the fact that I love you. You see I didn't take it all. I got you a job. I taught you how to make it back."

"You saying I owe you?!"

I hear the creaking of the stairs and see police downstairs. The smug look on her face says she called them before opening the door. I overpower her easily and push her into her apartment closing us in. "You fuckin bitch, you ratted me out? Tryna get me arrested? Over a stack?" I back her up from the door and pull my tool that I keep on me. Usually it's in the car but I brought it up for this reason. In case she got the bright idea to call the cops. "Sit yo ass down," I point it at her. "Can't be nice to you bitches. I loved you and this what the fuck you do? One stack. I ain't even take it all. Now when the police knock, you open the door and say verbatim: You missed him. He left when I called. And don't do no lil extra signals or you die and i go to jail. You want that? Bitch you better answer a nigga wit a gun."

"You turned out to be exactly what I thought you were," she glares.

I lower the gun briefly. "Still love you."

When the police knock, I wave her to the door with the gun and she opens the door a little. "You just missed him! He left right when I called." She tries to look my way to communicate that I'm behind the door but I line the gun up with her ear and she stops. The police ain't trying to stick around. They don't care. They leave and it's just Janine and me.

I point my gun at her one more time with a sigh before putting it back in my waistband. "You gone make me do some shit I ain't wanna do. Stop being reckless. I told you. I like you. I ain't take your money to hurt you. I ain't even take it all, you can make that back."

"Fuck you, you probably set that whole thing up at the gas station."

I smirk.

"Fuck! Why didn't I-"

"Don't be hard on yourself no one ever sees it coming. If you did it'd make you paranoid."

"This is fucked up... You're a psychopath."

"Maybe. I still like you. Still wanna eat your pussy."

"And you won't give me my money back.."

"No."

"Get out."

"Ok, but I still wanna be with you.. and eat your pussy. I like you. I didn't lie, I just.. took a stack. I take shit."

"You did lie! You lied this whole time!"

"When I lie? The gas station? Okay I lied one time," I shrug. "My bad girl.. I'm sorry. Like I said, I do care about you. If you didn't think so on some level you wouldn't still be going back and forth with me. Stop being stubborn, ain't nobody here but us. I just wanna eat your pussy and I'll leave you alone. I swear. I'll leave right after."

She hesitates. "...Right after?"

I nod and she relents letting me eat it right there on the couch. She lets me put her legs over her head and she holds my head down in it as she moans and gasps. I moan along with her and let her cum on my tongue twice while I sweep her entrance and then I come up with my gun flush against her temple.

"I'm a leave now," I whisper as she freezes staring in my eyes. I kiss her forehead. She's scared, but it’s for the best. I know she hears me with her brain, not just her ears. "If you call the cops.. or try to find me.. I will blow your head clean off your body." I nudge her head with it so she gets the point. She doesn't move or say a word.

I back out from the apartment watching her. She still hasn't moved but she's watching me fearfully.

"Shame you had to trip. Could've been up in them guts," I tell her. It seems like a waste, but I still got the money and the panties. I got other girls now waiting to give me theirs too. I win.

Shaking my head still, I close the door and walk away.

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[luthiest]

can you do a stationary/drafting tool tour some time? I love your posts! :)

stationary, i can do !

drafting is a little more questionable because, well.. we don’t do a TON of drafting in violin making? the most i’ve done so far is use squares/protractors/compasses to make templates, but once i finish this instrument i can probably do an update of all the templates and drafting tools used to make them!

anyways, here’s my current stationary lineup:

i have a moleskine notebook (black leather), a midori md notebook (cream), and a rhodia notepad (black staplebound pad). they’re all a5 and 5x5 dot grids, which means there are 5 grid squares per inch or 2 grid squares per cm

the moleskine, i use as a formal lab book/diary for violin making. i hate the paper, but i like that the outside is durable and it can take a little throwing around the bench

the midori md is my personal notebook. i don’t like using it around my bench just because of how quickly it starts to look worn on the outside even with the plastic cover, but the paper is great and it’s lovely for journaling/drawing/keeping an agenda

the rhodia dot pad, i use for taking rough notes. the paper quality is great, so i don’t have to be as careful about smearing when i’m jotting stuff down quickly in pen, and it’s perforated at the top. i dont love how bright white the paper is—the moleskine and midori are both a creamy off-white color—but everything else about it serves my purposes to a tee

i have an a5 6 ring binder that i fill with that same 5x5 size dot grid loose leaf sheets, which is where i like to keep my notes on tool making/maintenance, since i’ll probably update them over time as i learn what works for me. the binder is from a 3 pack on amazon, same with the loose leaf paper, but i think muji has the same stuff.

the lovely white, almost lavender post it notes are my all time favorite color for stickies !!!! i bought an 8 pack in high school and have not been able to find them since. it’s pretty tragic. the brown ones are from muji though, and i like the size even if they aren’t super sticky.

the eraser i use is a milan 430 (??) it’s green and i like green and it erases, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the ruler is a starrett c635 tempered steel w the cm/mm on one side and cm/0.5mm on the other. i didn’t pick this one out, but my teacher did and i’ve gotta agree w him, the weight and size of it really helps get accurate lines and distances.

the writing utensils from left to right are:

dixon ticonderoga pencil hb no. 2

staedler pencil 4b

uni kura toga mechanical pencil 0.5mm (the lead rotates as you write, so you get a really nice, consistent nib that breaks less !!)

muji white pen body with black 0.38mm ink refill

muji pen dark blue 0.38mm

sakura pigma brush tip archival ink pen

staedler triplus fineliner from the neon set (yes, i have tried the stabilo fineliners, no i do not like them. the tips are like.. cylindrical? so if you write at an angle, like most people, you’ll get inconsistent lines as you change direction. they’re cute to look at but not great to write with)

mildliner light grey highlighter

that about covers it? i do have a pilot .38mm pen [edit: pentel energel 0.3mm needle tip] that doesn’t smear as much as the muji pens, [but i don't like how the shape of the pen affects my handwriting] which i’ll add an edit for when i get home since i don’t carry them w me.. but yeah ! thanks for asking me, i love talking about stationary lolol

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[omarmvp]

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[hoodie-buck]

tagged by my loves @buddierights @alyxmastershipper @loveyourownsmiilee @monsterrae1 to answer some fun questions 💙

are you named after anyone?

—my middle name came from my great grandma

when was the last time you cried?

—uhh idr, i have a double eye infection rn so i’ll have to wait for my next breakdown 🥲

do you have kids?

-no. just my students that i call my kids <3

do you use sarcasm a lot?

—it’s my love language

what’s the first thing you notice about people?

—eyes

what’s your eye color?

—dark brown, almost kinda black

scary movies or happy endings?

—mm i do love me a scary movie

any special talents?

—writing?? i can also retain really useless facts 🤷🏼‍♀️

where were you born?

-cali

what are your hobbies?

—writing, reading, playing with my puppy. idk what to tell y’all, i lead a very boring life 😂

do you have any pets?

-my puppy 🐾 (i’m sure y’all have seen her by now 🥰)

what sports do you play/have you played?

—dance, soccer, basketball, rugby

how tall are you?

5’ 4” 1/2

favorite subject in school?

—english lit

dream job?

—sort of what i do now, or getting paid to write, that’d be the real dream ✨

tagging: @achillesbuck @mansikkaomenabanaani @spotsandsocks @eddiescowboy @honestlydarkprincess @swiftiebuckleys @elvensorceress @justsmilestuffhappens @stanningsky @swiftiebuckleyhan and anyone else who wants to play!

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[serndest]

2023-07-25 Graphical cat char red & graphite sketches

Some red lead & pencil sketches of my geometric/graphical cat character, plus older sketches. Last Tuesday, I did this as a way to keep myself awake while trying to readjust my sleeping pattern.🥱

Now, for my notes (both transcriptions of my stream of consciousness, tired writing and edits)

BEHIND-THE-SCENES: TROUBLE W/ TIMELAPSES FOR TRADITIONAL MEDIA

7/25/2023 6:11-6:36am {sketch 1}

Sketching took far longer than it had to.😥

Difficult to freely sketch while recording w/ my phone in the other hand, since I’d need to draw broad strokes, usually…which I can’t easily capture in a recording, at least in portrait orientation. Maybe even at all, since I’d always be trying to look over the phone either way. (Might be worse in landscape.)

- 6:42am

6:42-7:18am From thumbnail I prepared on 7/23/23 @ 6:46pm (to 6:49pm) [also attached]

MINI JOURNAL

Originally, I was going to do a timelapse recording w/ my phone, but as noted above, it hindered my free-flowing, broad strokes sketching. Maybe I’ll try to look into a good stand, or maybe even see if we have one around the house that I could use.

SELF-CRITIQUE

7:18-7:44am [far right sketch]

+ Love how much looser this sketch turned out!

- Arm pose too ambiguous

* [3 alternative arm sketches: 2 below the negative note and 1 upper-body one below the entire sketch]

* Also, 1 alternative, horizontally-squished eyebrow & eye sketch next to the latter sketch

ART SUPPLIES

Notes: Monteverde Soft Roll Ballpoint Pen [refill]

Sketch: Uni Mitsubishi [Lead Holder Refill] (2 mm - Red)

Final Pencil Lines: Tombow <Homo-Graph> MONO [4B]

*4B was so smooth to draw with! & surprisingly easy to erase, if you went light with it.

Paper: Hammermill Colored Paper, 20 lb Ivory Printer Paper, 8.5x11”

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[scaredofbrits]

just wanted to say i really love your fic with Dave/William! i was wondering if u could maybe do a part 2 of it? (/nf)

only if you want to, of course! (/gen)

anyway, hope u have a good day/night! :D

A date?

Okay some reminders,, “Dave” dosn’t have a car in this, the diner can be whatever diner you like, and the meal you get will also be whatever you want. Sorry for making this so late!

warnings: none, just fluff & awkwardness

The shift was finally over, and now you got to have a date with Dave. Your heart was racing, and you didn’t know why. Were you really this excited to see him?

“Y/N! Are you ready?” He ran up to you, breathing heavily. You looked at him and laughed, his whole face was red. Almost like finding you was a work out. “Yeah, I’m ready.” You smiled, and lead him to your car.

[ during the drive! ]

Dave looked out at the window, staring at the beauty of the world. “It’s awfully pretty outside, yeah?” He said, still observing. You gave him a “mm hmm” and contuined to focus on the road. It was silent after that.

“You know how I said it was pretty outside?” He looked over at you, giving you a smirk. You raised your eyebrows, still focusing on the road. “Yup. What about it?” You responded, and then began to smile. “Well, it’s not as pretty as you.” The smirk on his face got bigger. And all you could do was laugh, he called you pretty. How strange.

[ At the diner! ]

“Whatcha feelin’ for today?” He asked while dragging his fingers across the menu. You picked up your menu, puzzled. “I don’t really know.” You looked everywhere on it, genuinely confused on what to get.

“I have an idea on something you can get.” He stuttered, looking at you. You peeked over your menu, making eye contact with him. “Yeah? What’s that?” You wondered, still staring at him. “Why don’t we uh..share? I’m gettin’ a pretty big meal so.” He looked down, breaking eye contact. You smiled, “Well, okay.”

The waiter placed down the plate in the middle of you two. You couldn’t get your eyes off of it, the way the smoke rose from it. He thought it was funny, how amazed you were. “You ready? Can’t stare at it forever.” He got a grip on his fork and knife. You took your eyes off of the plate and got your silverware. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

[ After eating! ]

He got out of his chair and sat next to you. You looked over at him, confused on why he moved. He got a soft grip on your hand, interlocking his with yours. “I hope you enjoyed the date.” He whispered, staring at your beautiful hand holding his. You were blushing. You could tell. “I did.” You smiled, looking down too. He tightened his grip a bit, “Maybe..we can go somewhere else?”

[ Somewhere else.. ]

You loved it. The way the colors on the flowers stood out, it was beautiful. “This is really nice, Dave.” You smiled, looking over at him. Shocked at the fact he was already looking at you. “Yeah, I’ve been waiting for the special person to come along. I wouldn’t bring some random here.”

You both sat down in the grass, having conversations that could go on for hours. It made you realize how happy he made you. And it suprised you, for someone you only met yesterday. He made you feel warm. And you wanted it to last forever. You and him, forever.

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excuse the fact that idk how to write love stories..

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[cgbosss]

What Brush is that?

An old blog post from the YouTube channel VZA

Ryan Benjamin

Staedtler Mars Lumograph Pencil

Kuratake Fude Brush Pen

Mark Brooks

Faber-Castell Pitt Pens

Pentel Arts Pocket Brush Pen

Signo Uniball White Pen

Copic Markers

Bernard Chang

Pentel Graph Gear 1000

Micron Ink Pen

Terry Dodson

Scarlet Red Col Erase Pencil

Light Blue Col Erase Pencil

Sakura Micron Pigma Pens

Faber Castell Pitt Pens

Copic Markers (Warm Grey)

Copic Markers (Cool Grey)

David Finch

Pentel Arts Brush

Sakura Pigma Micron 01

Faber Castell Kneaded Eraser

Staedler Lead Holder

2H Lead

Strathmore 200 Series Bristol Board

Lead Pointer

Uni Posca White Pen

Tombow Brush Pen

Kim Jung Gi

Pentel Pocket Brush Pen

Adam Hughes

6B Lead

Staedtler Lead Holder

Dr. Martins Black Star India Ink

Copic Markers (Warm Grey)

Copic Markers (Cool Grey)

Faber-Castel Pitt Pens

Jock

Rotring Art Pen

Pentel Jumbo Felt Pen

Pentel Pocket Brush Pen

Erik Larsen

Staedtler Mars Eraser

Hunt Speedball #102 Nib

Winsor Newton Series 7 (#2)

Uniball Pen

Pentel Rolling Writer

Ken Lashley

Gelly Roll White

Touch Twin Markers

Copic Markers

Stanley Lau (Artgerm)

Pentel Pigment Ink Brush

Jim Lee

Pentel Graph Gear 1000 Mechanical Drafting Pencil (0.4 mm)

Pentel Graphgear 1000 Automatic Drafting Pencil (0.7 mm)

Pentel Ain Stein Mechanical Pencil Lead (0.4 mm HB)

Pentel Super Hi-Polymer Leads (0.7 mm HB)

Staedtler Lead Holder (2 mm)

HB Lead (2 mm)

Pentel Graphgear 500 Automatic Drafting Pencil (0.3 mm)

Alvin Heritage Arts PK300-RD Apollo Lead Holder (5.6 mm)

Lead Refill (5.6 mm HB)

Sakura Pigma Micron Pen

Winsor Newton Series 7 (#2)

Winsor Newton Series 7 (#4)

Rapidograph Black Drawing Ink

Pentel - Presto Jumbo Correction Pen

Tombo - Mono Plastic Eraser

Pentel Clic Eraser Grip

Strathmore 300 Series (11x17)

Westcott 8ths 12-Inch Beveled Transparent Ruler

Princeton Select Artiste Brush

Siya Oum

Pentel - Color Brush Pen Black

Pentel - Blue Lead Refills

Pentel Graphgear 500 Automatic Drafting Pencil (0.5 mm)

Copic Markers (Color)

Copic Markers (Cool Grey)

Bombay Ink

Humberto Ramos

Pentel Graphgear 500 Automatic Drafting Pencil (0.5 mm)

Sakura Mechanical Pencil (0.7 mm)

Uni Color Pencil Lead (0.5 mm Soft Blue)

Sharpie Retractable Fine-Point Pen

Touch Twin Markers

Uni-Ball Signo Broad Point Gel Impact Pen

Marcio Takara

Pentel Sharp Automatic Pencil (0.5 mm)

HB Lead (0.5 mm)

Kneaded Eraser

Winsor Newton Series 7 Size 000 Brush

Kuretake Brush Pen

Sakura Pigma Micron Pen

Dr. Martins Black Star India Ink

Philip Tan 

Pentel Graph For Pro Pencil (0.4 mm)

Deleter Neopiko Line 3 (0.3 mm)

Mitsubishi Mechanical Pencil (0.4mm)

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