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illegal-spiegel · 3 years

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“Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot”

Pairing: Hikaru Hitachiin x f!reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut Warnings: jealous and possessive Hikaru, unprotected sex (wrap it up), a dash of degradation, choking, and I think that’s it lmao Summary: You’ve been dating Hikaru since high school but that doesn’t stop him from getting jealous of your coworker at the coffee shop Word Count: 4.1k words A/N: characters are aged up!! Prompt #72 from my 1k Followers Event: “You’re Mine.”

You and Hikaru have been sweethearts since high school. The thing is, when you two first started dating, no one thought it was going to last, seeing as how you two were literally enemies until Hikaru kissed you to shut you up. After that kiss, you two avoided each other until Kaoru tried talking to you while pretending to be Hikaru. You weren’t blind though. You could tell it was Kaoru instead of his twin. You played along until the end though, only revealing you knew it was really him until he got his point across. His point was “I’m sorry for treating you so poorly. I’m just not very good with feelings and I didn’t know how to face you after the kiss without arguing with you.” You figured that Kaoru wouldn’t say something like that unless Hikaru felt that way himself. So, you grew a pair and talked to Hikaru after he was done with the Host Club.

“It appears I’m going to be the man in this relationship.” was the first thing you said to him, to which he scoffed at because A. if anyone is going to be the man, it’s him and B. who says you two are in a relationship?

You just kissed him and that easily proved your point. From then on, you two started dating, to everyone’s surprise. Just because you two were dating though doesn’t mean you two stopped fighting. While everyone else has their honeymoon phase, you two went right to the old married couple stage. They weren’t ever serious fights though. One time you two argued about who had better eyes. Hikaru couldn’t admit to you that it was definitely you and you couldn’t admit to him that it was actually him, so you both claimed that it was yourselves.

After that phase ended though, you two went into the honeymoon phase, which just confused everyone, including you and Hikaru. Suddenly, him leaving his used cup on your bedside table didn’t bother you anymore. You’ll just bring it down with you when you go downstairs. Hikaru realized that he didn’t mind you having your clothes thrown out in every other direction in his room anymore. His maid will just clean it up anyway. No harm done.

The honeymoon ‘phase’ was more annoying to everyone than the old married couple phase. Now, instead of you two arguing who wants the last piece of candy, you two are ‘arguing’ about who gets to kiss who last. It makes everyone gag. Honey senpai seems to think it’s really sweet though.

That was four years ago and now, you two are just as bad now as you were back then. Everyone, luckily and unluckily, decided to go to the same university. It is way out of your price range but that wasn’t going to stop your boyfriend of four years from getting you to go there. “I’ll pay off all your bills, babe. Don’t worry,” he’ll always reassure you despite your worries and nagging. You refuse to let him pay for it all though, so you got a job.

It was actually pretty easy to nail the job, seeing as how it’s at the coffee shop where you and the gang always went for energy boosters and to study. You were already friends with the manager from going in there so much, so when you asked if they were hiring, they practically hired you on the spot.

Hikaru didn’t like you having a job though.

“Why do you even work here? I can pay for everything, babe. You don’t have to worry about it. So why don’t you just quit? I miss hanging out with you,” he complains every time you leave for work, when he shows up to your work, and when you come back to your shared apartment. His argument, in your royal opinion, is stupid. If anything, you see him too much as it is. I mean, you already live with the guy and have half of your classes with him. What more does he want from you?

It took him a month to finally accept the fact that yes, you will pay for things yourself, and no, you are not quitting just because he wants you to. Once he realizes that you can secretly give him free coffee though, not that price ever mattered to him, he was happy. “Okay, but I also want a free muffin,” he finally agreed.

It was like that for maybe half a year before new problems started to arise. Your boss hired a new guy who you don’t even know the name of yet but, oh, Hikaru hates him already. “I don’t like him. He smells like too much Axe body spray and he has a weird, purple piercing in his eyebrow. And! And, he has a tattoo. A tattoo! Who does he think he is,” Hikaru complains to you while you try to do homework. He had gotten your schedule mixed up and when he went to go see you on your day off, he ran into the new guy. You weren’t surprised that he could tell he’s new since Hikaru is practically there as much as you are. He knows everyone and, of course, everyone loves him.

Not this guy though, apparently.

“When he gave me my coffee, it tasted off! Then, I realized, he didn’t add sugar! I didn’t say anything about sugar!” he continues to rant, making you sigh and set your pencil down. You turn to face him now, placing your hand over his and soothingly rubbing your thumb over his smooth skin.

“Baby, I’m sure it was an accident. He’s new, remember? I’m sure he just forgot to add it,” you reassure, giving his cheek a kiss once he takes a deep breath and lets it all go in one breath.

“Fine. I guess you’re right. But if he messes up again, I won’t hesitate to say something next time!” You giggle at this and nod your head, giving him a proper kiss this time to relax him even more.

“Okay, baby. You do that,” you tease before going back to your homework. This, of course, was just not okay.

“Babe, we’ve been studying for hours. Let’s take a break,” he coos, moving closer to you and starting to place kisses along your neck. You try to ignore him and focus but your boyfriend knows you too well. Knows your body too well.

“You mean I’ve been studying for hours. You’ve just been talking and playing on your phone,” you tease, a gasp ripping from you when he sucks and nibbles on your sweet spot. You feel him smirk against your skin, his hands coming to squeeze your thighs.

“Fair point. Makeout with me a little and then, and only then, will I study,” he bargains, making you roll your eyes.

“Fat chance,” you decline him as you playfully push him away, making him whine loudly.

“But baby—”

“No. Study and then, and only then, will I makeout with you,” you bargain right back, a smirk of your own coming to your face.

“You’re wicked,” he says with a dramatic gasp and a hand across his heart. When you don’t reply or even react, he groans before finally picking up his pencil. “Fine! You better take your shirt off too then,” he snaps before focusing on his work. Most of your study sessions go like this.

The next day at work, the new guy, Ritsu, came in in the middle of your shift. Your boss introduced the two of you once he put his stuff away in his locker, the guy seeming nervous for his next shift today. You smile at him and shake his hand, reassuring him that you’ll help him out today. He seems to relax at this, thanking you before starting to get to work. Whenever he had a question or messed up, you were right there to help him. The day, overall, went pretty smoothly you think.

At the end of your shifts, he grabs his things from his locker before walking to the front with you. “Do you need a ride home?” he asks as he walks over to his motorcycle. You smile at him but shake your head, taking your phone out of your pocket to check your messages.

“No, that’s okay. My boyfriend is picking me up and taking me out to dinner. Thank you though!” you reply with a sweet smile, Ritsu flashing you a smile back as he climbs onto his motorcycle.

“Okay, good. I didn’t want you walking home alone at night. I heard there was a robbery a couple of roads away from here,” he explains as he pulls his helmet on.

“Oh yeah. It was at the corner gas station. That’s so sweet of you to think of me though. I’ll be sure to let you know if I ever need a ride!” you thank once more. He nods as he turns the vehicle on, bidding you farewell with a salute before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

You check the time and see that you have a few minutes until your boyfriend gets there. Luckily, he seemed to have left early because, within the next minute, he’s stopping right in front of you. “Well, hello there, good lookin’. Do you need a ride?” he playfully flirts. You hum and pretend to think about it as you walk over to his window.

“Well, I don’t know. Are you going to show me a good time?” you playfully flirt right back. He hums as he happily lets his eyes trail over your body despite your hideous work clothes. He didn’t seem to mind them though.

“Oh, you have no idea, baby. Don’t tell my girlfriend though.” You scoff as you burst into a fit of giggles, lightly hitting his arm before going to the passenger side.

“Well, that depends. Am I prettier than her?” you reply, batting your eyelashes at him as you slide into the car and pull your seatbelt over your body. He hums and nods his head, putting the car in reverse as he replies.

“Oh, most definitely. She’s like a fat cow,” he jokes, making you scoff and hit him again.

“I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate you saying such things about her. What if I decide to tell her what you said about her?” you argue, crossing your arms over your chest as if you’re mad at him. You know for a fact that he’d never cheat on you. You always tease him that he’s too obsessed with you. ‘I love you! I’m not obsessed with you! There’s a difference!’ he’d always argue to your joking jab.

Before he can leave the parking spot, he stops the car to look at you with this new glint in his eyes. “What if I eat you out so good that you can’t even remember your own name, let alone mine?” he whispers right into your ear, his tongue licking around the shell of your ear. You let out a shaky breath, not expecting his sudden change in this little game you two were playing.

“I doubt you’re any good,” you sass, it lacking the power that you want it to have. He pulls away from the side of your head to make eye contact with you again, his eyes shining with a newfound lust.

“Well, I’ve only ever been with my girlfriend, so it’s possible. You should hear the way she screams my name though. She’ll cum three times from my mouth and fingers alone before I even give what she really wants inside of her,” he says lowly, your eyes moving to watch his lips as he talks. You press your legs together, already starting to feel arousal bubbling low in your gut.

“Is she any good in bed?” you decide to ask, bringing the attention off of him. You wait for him to say something along the lines of ‘no, she’s horrible’ but it seems he decides to stop playing your little game all of a sudden.

“She’s better than good. She sucks me off like I’m a popsicle and she just got out of the desert. She’s always so desperate to unravel me but I never do only because I know it works her up even more. She then starts acting like a brat, trying to get her way. We both know that’s just her way of annoying me to the point that I punish her. Mmhm, her screams sound so good when her face is shoved into our mattress,” he replies, his voice dropping an octave or two. You gulp at this, feeling your panties dampen with your slick.

“No wonder she’s your girlfriend,” you whisper, your throat suddenly too dry for your liking. He only hums before continuing with his driving, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it once you two get on the road.

“What do you want to eat? I’m kind of in the mood for Mexican,” he says to you as if he didn’t just make you so horny that the only thing you can think about is having him inside of your mouth instead of food.

“That sounds fine,” you say softly, trying to think of anything but that. He smirks at the way you sound, which is slightly wrecked, and starts to head in the direction of a Mexican restaurant that you two like. That night ended, of course, with him deep inside of you and grunting out all sorts of deliciously dark things into your ear.

Things continued on like normal for a while. You went to work but didn’t get to work with Ritsu again for a week, so Hikaru never ran into him again. The day you did work with him though, he seemed to be struggling more than usual. So, when there was a break in customers, you decide to ask him what was up.

“Sorry. I got into this fight with my girlfriend, Mei, this morning,” he explains, a frown hanging heavy on his face. You nod your head, only too familiar with that feeling. You and Hikaru don’t have serious fights a lot but you, obviously, have them just like every other couple.

“It’s okay. I understand. Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can give you my opinion or some advice?” you offer, wanting to help him feel better. He thinks about your offer for a moment before sighing and giving in, starting to tell you everything that had happened that morning. You two occasionally pause to help a customer but always end up focusing back on his situation. As a woman yourself, you look at his story from her point of view and figure out what might be the cause of her frustrations.

“Okay,” you say once he finishes his story, “I think I see what the problem is.” You then tell him what you think and what he should do to mend their relationship. After hearing your advice, he realized what he did wrong and gets so excited that he hugs you.

“Thank you so much! It all makes sense now! No wonder she was so upset! You’re seriously a lifesaver! I owe you one!” He hugs you tightly, making you giggle and return the hug.

“It’s no problem at all,” you reassure. You two pull away when you hear the bell ring, automatic smiles coming to your face to greet your new customer. Your eyes widened when you saw your boyfriend instead though. A very angry and brooding boyfriend at that. “Babe? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to be here for another hour?” you ask confusedly, walking around the counter to give him your usual hug and kiss.

His eyes are on Ritsu though.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not want me here? Am I interrupting something?” he snaps, his eyes squinting at Ritsu as he says this. Your brows furrow at his words, stopping in front of him and dropping your arms since it’s obvious that he’s not going to give you a hug.

“What? Well, I’m working but—”

“Oh, sorry to bother you then. I’ll let you get right back to it,” he snaps, turning his glare to you before leaving without another word. He doesn’t stop or turn around when you call after him either, making you sigh as a frown comes to your face.

“What’s up with him?” you mumble, trying to think as to why he would be mad. That’s when it hit you. You hugging Ritsu? Did that upset him? But why? You hug guys all of the time. Well, not all of the time. And then again, they’re his friends too or your family. You snap out of your daze when the bell jingles again, signaling a new customer. You sigh and go back behind the counter, smiling and greeting the customer happily. Guess you’ll just have to talk to him about it later then.

When you get off work and you get back home, you find that Hikaru isn’t home. You think back to what he was telling you yesterday, remembering him telling you his plans for today. You check the time on the microwave before looking at your fridge for any notes. He doesn't have any plans right now that you are aware of and he didn’t leave a note telling you where he was going or when he’ll be back. Maybe there was an emergency? That just makes you worry more though.

You let it go with a heavy exhale, trying not to read too much into it. You don’t have to know where he is every second of every day.

You go to your bathroom to take a shower and get the smell of coffee off of you. You end up accidentally using his body wash though, the smell of cinnamon and ginger filling your nostrils. It’s not your favorite but it’s what he’s been using for years. He pulls off the smell really well though.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself up in a baby blue towel, leaning against the sink to look at your skin in the mirror. After applying some lotion to your body to make you feel extra nice, you leave the bathroom. You stop at the door though when you find Hikaru sitting on the bed, his feet still on the floor and his hands hanging between his knees. Now you’re even more concerned. Normally, he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to take a shower with you but now he won’t even look at you.

“Hikaru,” you call out softly to him, seeming to bring him out of his daze. You walk over to him and come to stand in between his legs, making him sit up straighter. His eyes glaze over your bare collarbones and neck, something spurring to life in his eyes as water droplets cascade down your soft skin.

“You’re mine,” he says suddenly, his eyes snapping to yours. Your eyes widen a bit at this random declaration, your brow raising curiously at him.

“What?” is your brilliant reply to him. You gasp when he stands and switches your positions in a flash, the back of your knees hitting the bed before you fall back onto it. You gape up at him, your hands clinging to the front of your towel.

“You heard me. You’re mine!” he growls, his hands snagging your towel away from you before you can even attempt to stop him. His eyes wander your body, a dark look in his eyes as he takes his sweet time admiring your naked body.

“Hikaru,” you breathe his name, goosebumps crawling over your flesh. He hums in response, one of his knees coming to the bed so he can lean over you, his fingers starting to trace random lines and patterns into your skin.

“That’s right. Say my name, baby,” he coos, his fingers coming to tweak your nipples. You moan his name in response, back arching up into his hands. He watches you with attentive eyes, not daring to look away from your lewd expressions or wet hole for even a second. He loves how quickly you react to his touch, your body always craving his as much as his craves yours. “Who do you belong to?” he asks as he crawls completely over you, staring into your eyes as he lets his hands crawl down your body.

“You,” you whisper breathlessly.

“Who?” he growls, suddenly shoving two of his fingers into your drooling heat.

“You, Hikaru!” you cry, back arching when he slips a third finger in. He hums lowly as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, scraping the pads of his fingers against your g-spot to get you really moaning for him.

“That’s right, baby. You’re all mine, now and forever,” he whispers before pulling his fingers out, making you whimper. He brings his dry hand up to your throat, squeezing it lightly as he stares into your eyes. “Shut up! Dirty whores like you don’t get to cum until I say so,” he hisses, not letting your neck go as he uses his other hand to remove his pants and boxers. “‘M gonna fill you up, remind you that you only belong to me,” he mumbles, his hand frantically trying to pull his member free.

Your brows furrow at this as you bring your hands up to his chest. Before you can question him though, he starts to push into you. You both groan in sync as he slips inside, your eyes rolling back into your head for a moment. You forget about his words for now, your brain only thinking about the way he feels inside of you.

He just barely bottoms out before he’s already pulling back to thrust back in, starting a frantic pace. You moan his name loudly, your nails lightly scratching his chest, causing him to hiss. He keeps up the frenzied pace, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

You both cum almost at the same time, Hikaru finally giving you permission to cum after denying you your orgasm over and over again. He keeps true to his word, pushing deep inside of you and coating your walls white. He stays inside of you for a while, his chest heaving as he tries to get air back. He slowly releases your throat, and instead brushes his fingers against your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his eyes shining with regret. You’re confused for a moment, thinking that that’s some of the best sex you’ve ever had. Then you remember his words from before, how he kept saying you’re his and that no one is going to take you from him.

“What’s going on, my love?” you whisper, still a little breathless. He looks away from you, starting to worry his lip between his teeth.

“Don’t leave me for him,” he whispers, and if you weren’t just a couple of inches away from him, you wouldn’t have heard it. He pulls out of you then and moves to lay beside you, putting his back to you.

“What? Hey. Hey, look at me,” you say worriedly, pushing yourself up onto your elbow as you use your free hand to gently trace random shapes into his back. It takes him a minute but he eventually turns onto his back, staring at the ceiling instead of you. “What’s all this ‘leaving me’ talk about? We’ve been dating for years, Hikaru. Why would I want to leave you for someone else?” you ask with furrowed brows, starting to run your hand through his hair to help soothe him. He leans into your touch, his eyes finally meeting yours. Despite your reassuring words, he looks scared, worried.

“What about Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot? You seemed to like him a lot,” he grumbles, his mouth turning into a scowl just at the thought of the man. You can’t help but smile at how jealous he is, your heart swelling with the amount of love you hold for the man before you.

“You dope, he was asking me for advice about his girlfriend. That hug happened because he was thanking me for basically saving his relationship,” you inform, a smirk on your face as you watch the realization come over his face.

“Oh,” he squeaks out, his face turning sheepish and red. You snort and move to lay your head down on his chest.

“You’re such an idiot. You should know by now that you’re the one for me, idiot and all,” you tease, gently rubbing his chest and abdomen. He huffs and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly to him.

“Whatever. As if you wouldn’t get upset if I was hugging another girl,” he accuses.

“You act as if another girl would even come near someone as ugly as you,” you tease, obviously joking.

“Hey!”

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fatiguing-thoughts · 3 years

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“Victoria’s Game” - Embry Call

Request: It’s so nice to find another Embry lover lmao um, maybe a Embry x reader where Victoria is after the reader for some reason and Embry and the pack are all very protective??

********Should I make a part two to this? I’m thinking about it.********

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

Embry’s POV

“No I will not tell you where I’m taking you.” I laugh, still covering her eyes with my hands.

“Em, we’ve been walking for like ever. I haven’t been able to see for like fifteen minutes!” Her beautiful laugh echoes the woods around us.

“I know we’re almost there. Just be patient, babe. Step higher up, we’re going up!”

“Easy for you to say. You try being blind on a hike for as long as me, wolf boy!” She says, slightly stumbling into me where the step up was.

“Okay, okay. We’re here, I’ll let you see now, I guess.” I remove my hands from covering her eyes.

“Thank god, I’ve been stressing out over here.” She begins but then looks at where I brought her.

(Y/N)’s eyes gleaming with excitement, smiling ear to ear, turning around to me. The weight of her hands gripping mine before her slight excited jumping and pulling me to the meadow of flowers I found on last night’s patrol.

“Oh my god, Embry it’s… it’s so beautiful.” She trailed off, running her fingers through the high flowers surrounding her.

“I think you look beautiful. These flowers got nothing on you, babe.” I snake my arms around her waist, pulling her into my chest.

“Emmmmm.” She whines, giggling at my cheesiness.

“But it’s true babe. I knew you’d love it here, though. This could be a new spot of ours, if you want. None of the others found it, I was by myself last night.”

“Yes, we can add it to our list of spots.” Her voice blissfully filling my ears.

She pulls me into the middle of the meadow, the scent of hers mixing with all the flowers made me feel like I was in heaven. We sat down on a large rock, just enjoying each other’s company, her head on my shoulder, eyes closed. I could hear her inhaling my scent, the teakwood scented cologne I know she loved.

(Y/N) was slightly drifting in and out of her slumber on my shoulder, her breath and heartbeat slowing. How did I ever get so lucky?

I look down at her, admiring her beautiful face, stroking her soft hair.

That familiar, rancid smell hit my nostrils. Sending me into a panic. Where was she?

My eyes widened, I frantically scanned the treeline without moving, attempting to not wake (Y/N) up and scare her.

I then saw the fiery red hair in the treeline.

She turned her attention over to (Y/N) and staring for a moment, before looking back at me and smiling crooked. She waved goodbye before running off into the distance, out of my scent range.

This was a game to her, now. As we hunted Victoria for months, she was going to hunt (Y/N), my source of light, source of happiness. I had to let the pack know, (Y/N) too, but it was vital to start a new regime up to make sure (Y/N) stays safe, not just Bella anymore.

“Babe, wake up. We gotta go to Sam’s.” I gently shook my shoulder, grabbing her waist with my arm to keep her balanced.

“Okay, how late is it? Is everything okay? Was I asleep long? I’m sorry.” She yawns.

“No, don’t apologize. Not long. We just have to go, now.” I urge her.

Her heartbeat sped up realizing how serious I was about leaving immediately.

I make the walk back to the car quickly paced, knowing she would keep up or that I would carry her in her sleepy state, either worked for me. We just had to get out of here ASAP.

I call Sam on our walk back.

“We need to have a meeting, I’m on my way to your house now. I’ll be there in a half an hour, get everyone ready.” I hang the phone up, putting it into my pocket.

“Embry, please tell me what’s going on.” Looking up at me with pleading eyes.

“In the car, okay?” I say, giving her hand a slight squeeze.

She nods and we make our way to the car, walking in silence for another fifteen minutes.

I start the car and drive off immediately, she looks at me once again with a worried face, killing me slowly to see her afraid.

“Okay, well I smelt something out there. It was her, and she saw you. I think she’s going to be coming after you. So no more being out in the woods, especially without at least a few of us. We’re going to need to patrol by you, too. You’re going to get protection, okay? I would never let anything happen to you, (Y/N). I’ll keep you safe. I promise.” I look into her eyes as I make my promise, but quickly turn my attention back to the road.

She nods and looks out her window, trying to take it all in I suppose.

I feel her heartbeat thumping in the car, breathing uneven. My poor girl.

We pull up to Sam’s and I walk inside with her, my hand on the small of her back.

We sit down at Sam’s kitchen table, joining everyone else who awaited our arrival.

I sat down and explained what happened out in the meadow, everyone growing uneasy as the story progressed.

“And then she ran out of my range of scent, this is a game to her, now.” I finish it off.

We all grew up best friends with (Y/N), I just was the lucky one who imprinted on the girl I loved my entire life. So to say we all were protective of her was an understatement, she was family to everyone here.

“Well, we’re gonna have to patrol more, and she can’t go anywhere alone anymore. We’ll have to watch her house, too.” Sam announces.

Jacob seems to grow a little uneasy, probably at the thought that this meant less protection for Bella. I tried to contain myself from getting angry with him, but I knew he didn’t mean any malice behind it. Still, I couldn’t help but shoot him a glare. (Y/N) was my imprint for god’s sake, not just a girl stringing me along while her boyfriend skipped town.

“Bella will still be okay. Maybe we can try to keep them together sometimes, making it a little easier on us.” Seth offers up, picking up on some of the tension.

“We can do that, it’ll ease things up quite a bit, sometimes.” Sam affirms the idea.

I look over at (Y/N) and she nods at me, letting me know she trusts us.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). The redhead won’t lay a finger on you with us around.” Paul chimes in, giving her shoulder a light nudge for comfort.

“Thank you.” She smiles at him.

We sit and chat for a bit, before deciding it was time to go check on Bella and tell her about the whole situation and new plan.

We got into the truck and drove over to Bella’s to pick her up, seeing as Jacob was going to do that anyway so they could work on their bikes.

Jacob goes to the door, being greeted by Charlie who waves to (Y/N) and I in the truck, earning a smile and wave back from us.

“Embry, I’m scared.” Her small, sweet voice mutters next to me.

I wrap my arm around her waist in the back seat of the truck, and pull her closer.

“(Y/N), I will never let her hurt you. I’ll keep you safe. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do, until my dying breath.” I say, looking into her sweet eyes.

“Em, don’t say that. It’s too… real.” She chokes out.

“I mean it, (Y/N). We all will. You’re everything to me.” I kiss her forehead, feeling the tears falling from her eyes and onto my shirt.

I held her tighter, the silence in the truck engulfing us as we awaited Jacob and Bella’s entry to the truck.

______________ Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

Word Count: 1340

SHOULD I DO A PART TWO? Lemme know everyone!

I hope you enjoyed it, anon! Thank you for the request!

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ethvn-torchio · 3 years

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Walls Could Talk | Chapter Two

a/n: sorry this chapter took so long! writer’s block is a bitch 😩✌

Summary: Steve and Peggy's search brings them to Paris - where they happen to meet up with an old friend.

Warnings: an intense makeout session/implied sexual content (it’s not smut, i haven’t decided if I’m putting actual smut in this fic)

Wordcount: 1.5k (unedited, also I'm sorry it's so short 🙃)

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Steve wakes up in a cold sweat, bolting upright in bed. Was he still dreaming? Was this...was this real?

He gazes at Peggy - to make sure she was there, that all of this wasn't a mere fantasy, who begins to stir.

So, not a dream then, at least. His heart is racing, his mind buzzing and yet still confused and his breathing erratic. She's speaking to him, saying something, and he isn't quite listening, his heart thundering his ears. Adrenaline surges through his veins.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Peg. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispers. His pulse was still racing.

Lightning illuminates the room for a split second and he can see the sympathy in her eyes.

"It's quite alright, Darling. Will you tell me what's wrong?" She asks, trailing her fingers through his hair.

"I...I don't- I don't remember much," he admits. "It was just...some stuff from the past...or, future..." he could almost laugh at that if he was in a better mood.

She nods sympathetically. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He drinks in her appearance, nodding slightly. He presses his lips against hers softly.

He kisses her, gently and imploringly at first.

His one hand softly trails down her back, and he notices her sharp intake of breath when his hand ghosts over her lower back.

"This hurt?" he asks.

She nods stiffly. "I do believe I forgot to tell you with everything that happened tonight. I had a bit of a scuffle in the restroom with a Hydra agent. She slammed me against the sink," Peggy explains.

An idea forms in Steve's head; a single minded goal to make her forget.

He would make the only thing on her mind be him.

Wordlessly, he smiles and dips his head towards her neck, brushing his lips against it. His teeth graze against a sensitive spot on her neck and she makes a soft "Oh,"

His hands go to rest against either of her thighs. He pulls back, pupils blown.

“Steve,” she whispers. She lifts her hips in a silent invitation.

He leans down to kiss her, his lips against hers, and she's already breathless. He doesn't want to rush things, but he can't resist her.

Her hand slides down his back, and she lets out a soft moan against his mouth. His hands trail up her shirt, he can feel the goosebumps on her skin. He kisses her neck, and she can feel his hot breath against her skin.

"God, you're so beautiful. I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too," she replies.

He pulls her in for a desperate kiss once again, pulling her close.

—

The rain came and went, and with it sunshine followed.

“Peggy. Peggy, wake up,” is the first thing Peggy is greeted with in the morning.

Peggy groans, rolling over in an effort to ignore him. “No, not now,” she mutters, burying her face in the pillow.

Peggy feels weight on the bed as Steve sits down next to her. She tries in vain to ignore him.

"Oh, c'mon now, Peg. It's a new day, it's time to get up," he says.

“You are far too cheerful considering how early it is,” Peggy complains, shielding her eyes from the light pouring in from the blinds.

“...Peggy, it’s eleven in the morning.”

Peggy groans, glancing at the clock as if to make sure he’s right. “Point withstanding, you’re still too cheerful.”

“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Steve teases, narrowly missing a pillow flung haphazardly at him.

“Do shut up, Steve.”

He snickers.

Peggy yawns, stretching her sleep-infused joints. "Where are we going, again?"

"Word is our target's in Paris,” Steve replies. “Or at the very least, someone important is.”

Peggy hums, sitting up. The blanket wrapped around her falls off, revealing her bruised back.

"Jesus, Peg. Have you seen your back? That looks like it hurts," Steve notes.

"Yes, thank you for that insightful observation."

"I just mean- do you want ice or something?"

Peggy shrugs nonchalantly. "It doesn’t quite hurt. I can deal with it, I’ve faced worse."

“To be fair, you are the woman who fell asleep standing up in a trench.”

“Exactly,” Peggy winks. She stands up, beginning to sift through her suitcase. “So tell me, Steve. When’s our train leaving?”

—

ᴘᴀʀɪs, ғʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

A few hours later, they arrive at their dingy, rundown hotel just outside of Paris. The lobby smells like bleach and old carpet, and a radio plays a somber, mellow jazz tune.

Peggy clears her throat, waiting for the receptionist to acknowledge them.

The receptionist does not, however, care to notice.

“Can we have a room, please?” Peggy asks the woman at the front desk.

The woman hardly looks up from her magazine. “Name?”

“Carver,” Peggy answers automatically before Steve can.

The receptionist takes a long, seemingly never ending sip of her tea. Finally, she says. “Take the elevator to the third room, first one on the left. Here’s your key,” the woman says, sounding as disinterested as she possibly can. “Enjoy your stay,” she adds dryly.

Peggy eyes her warily. There was something a bit...off, about that woman.

Perhaps it was just her imagination.

They make their way to the elevator, and Steve finally breaks the silence. “So...is it just me or was there something weird about her? I mean, she could’ve just been a disgruntled employee, but…” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck.

Peggy hums. “No, I happen to agree. Though, perhaps we were just inconveniencing her by making her do her job.”

The smile fades from her face. “Stop,” Peggy whispers. She tilts her head toward the door, which was ajar. She clutches her gun in her purse.

Steve snorts. “Maybe,”

She laughs right along with him, but she pauses abruptly outside their door.

It could be the maid...but they haven’t even gotten into the room once.

Silently, the two stalk toward the door. The smell of smoke escapes from the room when Steve nudges the door open.

Which, in both of their experiences, usually did not happen to be a good thing.

In the chair in the corner, there sat...

Howard Stark.

A collective groan escapes the couple.

“Howard, must you break into our hotel room?” Peggy scolds, turning on the light.

“We thought you were an intruder.” Steve adds.

Howard smirks, taking a long drag of his cigar. “Technically, I am. But don’t you kids worry - I bring a peace offering. By peace offering, I mean I’m inviting you to stay in my Paris apartment instead of this dump,” Howard gestures loosely. “I mean, I don’t think this building even has heat.”

Steve shrugs. “Wouldn’t it be better to stay somewhere inconspicuous?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Peggy agrees, her arms crossed.

Howard sniffs. “Okay, fine, don’t accept my extremely generous offer to let you stay at my apartment. I know when I’m not wanted. Just know I’ll remember that in the summer when you want to come over because I have air conditioning and you don’t.”

Peggy rolls her eyes. “Quit the melodramatics, Howard. We’ll stay with you,”

Steve wraps an arm around her. “Yeah, we- wait, we will?”

“...What? This building doesn’t have heat, and quite frankly I enjoy summer visits to Howard’s house.”

“Attagirl, Peg.” Howard beams. “I’ll meet you two in the lobby,”

—

Later, the trio eats lunch at Howard’s apartment.

"-you are not funny, Howard." Peggy informs him, pointing at him with her fork. "You could've at least feigned innocence."

"Innocent? If you looked up "innocent' in the dictionary, you'd see my picture on it," Howard says defensively.

Peggy snorts at that. "Oh, please, Howard. With your history you could easily father a small country,"

Howard grimaces. "Eugh, kids hate me. Plus, who has time to tend to a baby all the time? I mean sure, kids probably aren't annoying when they're...late teenagers? But for most of their lives, kids just seem so clingy and needy."

Steve picks at his plate absentmindedly, reminded of a conversation he had with Tony.

"Clearly, you must've met a different version of my father. He was cold. He was calculating. He never told me he loved me, he never even told me he liked me."

The sound of Peggy’s voice brings him back to reality. "...That's because they're children, Howard. Babies aren't self-sufficient from birth. Do you expect them to come out of the womb ready for rocket science?"

"Well, thank you for absolutely shattering my argument, Agent Carter." Howard mutters, downing his coffee. Deciding to change the subject in order to deflect attention off of himself, he says, "Steve, you still with us?"

Steve snaps to attention. "I, uh, yeah. I was just daydreaming, I guess."

Peggy makes a mental note to ask Steve about that later.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Howard asks.

Steve shrugs noncommittally, continuing to eat with much less gusto than before. "Just thinking about our mission,”

Peggy eyes him carefully, choosing to say nothing but clearly knowing something was wrong. In due time, she would ask.

In due time hopefully meant whenever Howard left the room.

—

lmao so like i was listening to a bunch of james bond songs bc they’re dramatic and spy-ey right (cough cough tho a song that fits the general tone of the fic would be "the world is not enough" by garbage)?? and then there’s absolutely none of that in this chapter lmao. sorry if this chapter was boring compared to last one but i mean we can’t have constant action in the fic, silly goose.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Starcrossed Losers 2.III (Josh Wheeler xF!Reader)

A/N: I wish I could say I’ll be updating this constantly but we know is not true lmao -Danny

Words: 2,159

Warnings: None!

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Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Listen to me!

We're sitting in the cafeteria, I'm holding my phone and letting the podcast play for everyone to hear, when it ends, there's a heavy silence surrounding us.

"So..." I say, pausing the recording. "When are we leaving?"

"What?"

"When are we leaving to go search for these kids?" I repeat. No one looks at me in the eye.

"Oh my god," I gape, "you're not going to look for them!"

"Y/N..." Wesley starts, but I interrupt him.

"These kids have no weapons, no army. They've been surviving out of sheer luck and truces with some minor tribes– And they watched after us!"

"They were watching us, there's a difference," Josh points out.

"So? They never tried to attack us, all they wanted was to keep us all updated on everyone's whereabouts, they kept us connected–"

"Even if we wanted to save those kids, Y/N," Angelica said, "we don't know where they are or who's keeping them captive."

"Well, how many kids in suits do you know? They can't be that hard to find..."

"Yeah? How many kids in suits have you seen so far?" Wesley raised a brow.

I'm about to reply when I realize he's right, I haven't seen anyone wearing a suit in months, I mean we wore suits and dresses during our fake prom, but that was totally different.

"It's too dangerous, Y/N," Alex shakes his head, "we just won a fight against Burr, we can't ask the kids to fight with us against someone we don't even know."

"But they know us!" I exclaim. "Didn't you hear the podcast? They're using the AV club to check our blind spots and keep us all in places where we can be seen– Do you really think there's quicksand dowtown?"

"They haven't tried to attack us anyway," KJ interferes, "for all we know, they may be targetting the jocks, and that's out of our jurisdiction."

"Oh, fuck off KJ," I groan, "you're only saying that because you're a sneaky little shit that will hide in the background to see who's the best side to bet your money on."

"First of all, I don't have any money, I do value my life," KJ glares at me, "and what you're trying to do is a dumbass move, these kids could be pretending, they could be faking their kindnapping or something–"

"This was recorded five days ago!" I say loudly. "No one has heard of them since!"

"I won't do it," KJ stands up and walks away.

I look around, everyone look just as disinterested as her and that drives me up the wall, how can they be so stupid?

"Fine," I walk away as well.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Josh is quick to follow me.

"If you won't help me, that's okay. I'll do it."

"What?"

"I'll go look for those kids. They don't deserve to die."

"Y/N, wait– Hold on!" He grabs my wrist and turns me around. "Stop and think this through. They said they were surrounded. You could die!"

"Then come with me!"

'One more day we'll spend together Lay your eyes, look up upon me for the better Oh, I know I'm worse for weather But my love, I won't give up'

"What?" He blinks in confusion, "Y/N, are you serious? Are you hearing yourself? Alex is right, we just won a war, we can't lose more people."

"No one said that," I put my hands on his shoulders to ease him. "Josh, a few months ago I was running from one place to the other, alone, with no army. That could've been me, imagine if I had gotten kidnap before you could find me, then none of this would be true."

Josh looks at me intently and I see in his eyes that he's trying hard to agree with me, but there's something stopping him.

"That's exactly why I can't let you do this," He replies softly. "I don't want to lose you the way I lost..."

I know he was about to say Sam. I know there's no reason why that should upset me, but it does, it makes me feel like he's only using me as a mock-up Sam, have the relationship that he couldn't have with her.

'Spend my days cursing my soul Wishing I could paint my scars and make me whole Oh, I know I could be better But my love, I won't give up'

"I'm not her," I say, pulling away from him, "if we ever get lost I promise I'll come back to you, but right now... I can't stay beside you and do nothing, Josh. You told me I helped you be better, then please, help me get better too. Months ago I would've turn my back on the AV club, but I don't want to do that anymore."

Josh groans and passes a hand over his face tiredly, he hasn't slept since the morning and I can tell he feels like it's been a long day, I feel that too.

"I'm no hero, Y/N. You know that," He sighs, "I can't promise you anything... I'll help."

I take a deep breath. If I can be honest with you, I wasn't going to run out of the mall this time, I was just being dramatic, but good to know that I was convincing enough that Josh genuinely believed I was going to leave again.

'I ain't no superman, I ain't no holy ghost I'm just the one that keeps you up and that you love the most I'll be your strong man, I'll be your West Coast I'll be the sun, I'll be the waves, I'll be the one you love the most'

"Okay," Josh takes my hand and guides me back to the matress store, "so what now?"

"I guess I could ask Angelica if she can track the signal of the last recording, maybe an IP, I have no clue..."

"Maybe the gamers can help..."

"You think they will?"

"They can try, but we must ask while they're still here, otherwise they won't feel in debt with us."

"So we have a week to find these kids, then?"

"Let's say three days, if we're planning on saving their lives and not just finding their bodies."

"It's late, can we go to bed? it's..." He checks his watch and frowns. "Eleven? Shit, I'm an old man..."

I laugh and kiss the back of his hand.

"You had a long day, it's okay, it happens."

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Next morning we ask Aria to help us out and she–

"No fucking way."

Decided to decline.

"Come on, I know you can do it!" I groan.

"Oh we can, we just don't want to get ourselves involve."

"Your names don't have to come up at all, we can take all the blame, right Josh?"

"We don't even know if these kids are alive–" He stops short when he sees my glare. "I mean, we aren't in real danger... yet."

"Y/N you know I respect you," Aria sighs, "But like you said before, my tribe comes first."

"I know, but I'm not asking you to fight my fight, I'm just asking you to help me out with the address, and then I can go kick some fancy ass."

"We can go kick some fancy ass," Josh corrects me.

'I'd change my ways if you would stay And all your tears that you have cried will go away Oh, just grant me one more day Oh, my love, please don't give up'

Aria huffs and looks away from the computer.

"I'll make my team work on this but for a limited time. I give you two days to find them, if we do we'll tell you and you can go out of your way to find them. If not, you won't ask again, understood?"

"Totally," I smile. "Thank you."

"Whatever," Aria turns her chair so now her back is facing us.

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"I can't believe you're doing this," Alex rolls his eyes, "Are you suffering some kind of trauma? You're incapable to remain at peace so you find more wars to fight or something?"

"It's called doing what's right," I raise a brow. "You know me, I won't abandon anyone else ever again."

"Y/N?" Angelica enters the pharmacy and points over her shoulder. "They sent the jock over, it's for that yearbook-thingy you said Sam was doing."

"Great!" I circle the counter, "Can you tell Josh? He's the leader after all, he needs to be present while... I don't know, while we give this guy a tour?"

"Yeah sure," Angelica turns around and leaves.

"Hey," I yell before she walks around the corner, "where's the jock?"

"Waiting on the main entrance!" She yells back.

I nod and go to where she told me to, my mind wonders while I think of how cool it is to be building a legacy, someone will read that book one day and they'll see what we did, and they'll know we found a way to have a family and be happy, to be at peace and leave our past behind to turn our lives into something better. This is a great idea, I have to admit it.

"Hi," I call to the boy standing a few feet ahead of me, he's wearing armor so I assume that's the jock Sam sent, the jocks that stay with us wear sweatpants and shorts, not armors. "You must be the jock we were waiting for, my name's..."

I stop talking when he turns around to face me.

Holy fucking shit. Not this guy.

"Y/N," His eyes brighten when he calls my name, "You have no idea how much I've missed you..."

"Nathan," I say in a squeaky voice. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for the yearbook!" He exclaims happily, then he walks closer to me and adds in a whisper. "And to catch up with an old friend– don't think I've forgotten, you owe me a date."

"Oh, Nathan," I cringe at his comment. "Oh... no..."

'See the devil at my door I see the future of the ones that I've ignored I guess I was born to be at war But my love, I won't give up So, my love, please don't give up'

Probably should've told you this before, but to be fair I was running out of time!

You remember Nathan, right? The guy that helped me escape the school that one time I stole half of the jocks' weapons?

Yeah, well... he wasn't just a friend.

Before my kiss with Alex, before everything had blown up in our faces, there was Nathan. And he was a goddamn prince.

"Y/N?"

I turn around and I feel something close to dread when Josh walks up to us with his usual smile, he looks at Nathan and then me, unaware of my inner breakdown.

"You must be one of Sam's?"

"Yeah, you must be just-Josh?" Nathan smiles, shaking his hand. "I'm here to write all you're willing to share about your tribe, I must admit I know nothing about it besides the fact that Y/N and Alex are part of it."

"You knew each other before?"

"Yes!" I practically shout so Nathan doesn't say anything. "We used to hang out at school. He was a friend."

Nathan frows a little, but an amused smile tells me he's just slightly confused.

"Really?" Josh chuckles. "When we met she said she had no friends left here in the city, but turns out most of her former friend group still lives."

"I did leave for a while," Nathan shrugs, "but I came back, I couldn't leave this town, something... something was missing."

His eyes linger on mine and I feel extremely uncomfortable. I should say something before this gets out of control, maybe I should ask him to talk to me in private so I can explain my new situation, but before I can even start, Josh pulls me closer and intertwines our hands.

"Y/N's exactly like that, she doesn't wanna leave at all, but to be honest I don't mind, as long as we're together, right?"

I look up and try to make a genuine smile, it comes out forced but Josh doesn't notice since he inmediately leans down and kisses me shortly. I freeze for half a second and quickly look back at Nathan's reaction. He freezes as well, blinks and gapes at what he just saw, but doesn't comment on it.

"Let's go then, we have a lot to show you!" Josh says excitedly, pulling me along so I turn around and I'm unable to see Nathan.

This is the moment I knew, I fucked up.

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Okay. I think I’ll finally confess, because I’m way too excited for us to have matching themes. (Also gonna put that you’re my “buddy” in my description if we are gonna match themes lmao👀)Since you’re favourite character is Reiner, mine is........

......

.....Bertholdt!!!!! :DDD You’ve guessed right this whole time but it was hilarious watching the entire progress of my keeping info away from you and leaving you in the dark😌ALSO PLEASE TELL ME YOUR THINKIG PROCESS AND HOW YOU ALREADY HAD AN IDEA OF MY “TASTE” WHAT-you have idea how hard it was to keep it from you without bursting into my endles compliments I have for this tall precious boy who deserves the world🥺 I’ve been having some ideas but also wanted to let you guess..however it was too painful to wait because you were RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT but you still were unsure and thought it might be Marco or Reiner still aha, and none of this would’ve even been possible if I never mentioned the name because apparently you didn’t even remembered that he existed in the anime😭 So underrated.....Okay I was thinking of changing my quote in the blog name to one of Bert’s quotes and maybe you could do one too? Not to mention matching icons?🥺It sounds like so much fun but idk if you’re up for it..?? 😌Anyways you’re response to my ask was so soft, I’ll just go happily cry in a corner while doing my hw-

KRISTY ISTG I’M GONNA PUNCH YOU I FUCKING KNEW IT as soon as i saw him i was like “i just KNOW kristy is heads over heels for this fucking man” what other guy would you like!!! the answer is none of them!!! only him!!! okay the rest is under the cut because this was an entire journey and a half smh but you ASKED FOR IT

my thought process? whooo this is messy but okay. also if i say it now i won’t have to say it later so i’ll just unload everything here. much easier than ranting in ur dms. also you don’t have to like... reply, you can just read it because i am just delivering what you asked for

okay i’ll confess too, i wasn’t unsure about my answer AT ALL, that was just a cover up 😭 IDK AJDNSJAJ i was so SURE it was him, but there’s always the chance there’s someone else but also literally could not see you liking anyone else. i 100% knew it wasn’t marco bc um... he’ll be gone soon ❤️ idk when but soon. so he’s not exactly a good choice for a long-term fav, but i was like let’s just add him in for some ~mystery~ and also tbh you kinda exposed urself that it’s not him when you said a long time ago that ur okay with jean-marco matching icons but that you still really want me to figure out ur fav

i was trying to figure out how to say it ¿¿¿ as soon as i saw him i was like this is it. i’ve got to tell her. but i didn’t know how to word it AJJSJDJSJ “why do i feel like you like bertholdt 🤡” “ur in love with bertholdt aren’t you 😐” “bertholdt” (that’s right. just his name. and then i’d see how you react.) “him” “reiner’s bff... u like him don’t you” ALL OF IT and we weren’t as close then so i was like AJSJJSJDJ HOW TO WORD THINGS- the amount of times i almost said it but was like hmm... nvm let’s go back to discussing eren, that’s the safest thing to talk about rn. grrr i was just “it’s bertholdt, u like bertholdt u ABSOLUTELY LOVE BERTHOLDT I KNOW IT 🤡🤡🤡” like i could not figure out how to... convey. it was just 😐🤡😐🤡😐🤡 bc it’s HIM. but i was like ur gonna hate me if i say it like that but those were my emotions BC IT’S SO OBVIOUSSSSS

AND WHAT REINER????? nooo i absolutely KNEW you did not like him, plus you said you already had ur reiner phase smh kristy u are so obvious. SO OBVIOUS KRISTY IT HURTS but you also said you were being very careful and not giving me clues??? so i was thinking maybe i’m looking at things too surface level here. I AM NEVER SECOND GUESSING MYSELF AGAIN

i knew it was a guy even tho you kept saying “they” bc YEAH INTUITION 🧘‍♀️ only maybe i’d think you like christa or whatever but idk she’s like... not the first choice. hmm WAIT LMFAO ALSO YOU ALREADY SAID HANGE WAS UR FAV FEMALE CHARACTER kristy the things you say... the clues were enough to confirm my initial suspicions 😈 man me mentioning bertholdt = opening the floodgates for you YOU WERE SO EXCITED

let it be known that i was onto you from the start 😠 if you told me it was someone else i would be like “okay... lies” but in the back of my mind i would have known you must have an intense bertholdt phase at some point. it’s him. it’s always been him.

okay let me explain my relationship with bertholdt because i didn’t forget him ENTIRELY nooo don’t think that 😭 so he shows up with his buddy reiner and talks to eren ❤️ instantly is on my radar bc talking to my boy??? already am like “kristy vibes.” cut to jean existing 🥰 am only focused on him during trost arc bc eren died :( see reiner and annie together, so cute 💞 but where is bertholdt? i decide to write a thing about my thoughts on all the characters. i end up writing a paragraph on why bertholdt is sus bc he’s all but disappeared at this point 😐 felt bad bc it felt like i was slandering him unnecessarily and i knew i should be nice to him bc you like him and i didn’t want to hurt your feelings. i stare at the draft for weeks. decide to go back and look for bertholdt bc i felt like i had missed him (this brings us to current times). i see him, think he’s an okay guy, however seeing him also just leads to me gathering even more evidence that he’s sus. am panicking bc i want to share my thoughts but i don’t know how you will react. this leads to me tentatively telling you about how i think he’s pretty cool so you can see that i am NOT a bertholdt hater. slowly start mentioning my suspicions of a few different characters, etc. you know how it goes from there. i wanted to say it was bertholdt when i sent you that message but i chickened out idk so i was like “haha, this is NOT my official guess okay <3” 😍 grrr the fact that rn i was just going to be like “it’s bertholdt kristy. i know it and you don’t have to tell me i’m right because i already know i am” because i was like okay, we’re good friends at this point, anything i say will be fine <3 plus i was tired of living with this burden of knowledge AND NOW YOU’VE TAKEN THE REVEAL AWAY FROM ME that’s it, i’m going to find a new fav and not tell you about them and make you guess who it is. this is what you deserve.

he’s always been vaguely on my radar but anyway the point is i kept trying to figure out where he was but i’m blind so therefore i assumed he was up to no good. now that i have looked for him and seen him, i still believe he is up to no good (I MEAN THIS IN A NICE WAY PLEASE DO NOT HATE ME). omg i have things to say about him but i still don’t want to be mean 😭 he must have redeeming qualities bc you like him??? but. he gives me certain ~vibes~ LIKE LITERALLY LOOK AT HIM just standing there with reiner (speaking of which reiner is not off the hook either)

gahhh okay i should really just show you the theories thing okay it’s not so much theories now that i look at it but more so my thoughts on the characters i wrote bc slowly it’s becoming more and more irrelevant the more we talk so like... give me a sec and i’ll show you. ugh you know what i won’t even bother to edit it, you’ll see my RAW thoughts 😭 they haven’t really changed much anyway because i haven’t watched much aot lately. just use ur intuition and you’ll be able to tell which thoughts have changed for me 💆‍♀️ (read as: anything i say about “where is bertholdt” = he was there all along but i accidentally ignored him) he’s so endearingly cute tho... i am infuriated because i cannot love all these characters. this show... how does it do this to me. also you said you really hope i like whoever it is and i feel like for all the other characters it’s very obvious i’d like them bc they’re all so AKDKDKDK. plus i talked about how much i loved most of them anyway, he was one of the few i barely discussed my feelings about 👀

when we were talking about him i just KNEW you wanted to scream about how much you love him. i was like “do it kristy DO IT prove me right” but ur self control is unmatched, i could never. like you sprinkled in some praise for the other characters but i knew who you were REALLY thinking about ;))))) I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TOOK AWAY THE CHANCE FOR THE REVEAL AWAY FROM ME this is the equivalent of instantly knowing the answer to a question as soon as the teacher says it but then someone raises their hand faster than you 😐

hhhggg this is getting long but you wanted to know your type as i see it? (okay i just noticed you said “taste” actually but whatever, same thing) dude, bertholdt is the BLUEPRINT for all the guys you like rn. so sweet... like ur suga selfship. it’s so clear. potentially will do something i don’t want to say evil buuuuut, like hello??? DABI. there’s more but you get the point. the day you tell me you don’t like someone like bertholdt is the day i give up on eren. HAHA THERE’S SUCH A PATTERN plus the fact that bertholdt is legit all of those qualities rolled into one??? perfection. also before i even watched the show i saw pictures of him and he looked like someone you’d like so i kind of had that idea in my head from before to look out for him but i kept forgetting his name bc i can’t spell so i was like “who was that guy again” AND I COULDN’T SEARCH HIM UP BC I DIDN’T KNOW HIS NAME... oops? wowww if i wasn’t so shy and scared of you telling me i was wrong and then never talking to me again we would have been done with this whole thing a looooong time ago damn

matching icons yes omg reiner 🥰 he’s all mine now 🥰 damn wait i just changed my icon and i kind of like the vibes it gives off for me. hmm tbf i’ve been meaning to change up my theme and make a new header but i’ve been lazy. it was going be a cute dark blue/purple halloween theme but </3 yeah. i even had the pictures ready and i just had to edit them akjajsjsj. so if you have a bertholdt quote that means i should have a reiner one right? 👀 well he’s said eren’s name before right? so i’ll just keep my current title 🥰 JKJK AJSNSJAJJA i’ll go look for something. hhhggg wait okay can we do them for november? i know i’m going to want a change when november comes 😭 it’ll be like cleanse from october bc man is life kicking my ass rn. plus if i do it rn i’m going to be obsessed with making the new theme PERFECT and i just Do Not have the time to be busy graphic designing my blog 😭 I’M SO EXCITED FOR THEM TOO but ahhh man i love designing things like this so i’m going to be so focused on that. the fact that i briefly considered changing to an eren icon at one point but then i thought you would judge me </3 yes i have a problem with my obsession, what of it also we are more than just buddies, we’re practically aot soulmates at this point because we keep liking the different halves of all the iconic pairs. jean/marco, reiner/bertholdt... um okay well only those two but yeah i’m just kidding, buddy is good hehe that’s so cute omg pls use that 🥰

okay i hope ur happy, i have just exposed all of my thoughts. this is what you deserve for your precious boy so here ❤️ also i was feeling bad and was about to ask you if it’s okay to be sus of bertholdt because he’s truly a cute baby to me plus he has ur heart so maybe he’s truly good :( but then i remembered you like the villains in bnha so i wouldn’t put it past you to like someone who may or may not do something... suspicious. so i will be deciding myself who’s sus and who isn’t 😠😌 no criticism allowed this man is UP TO SOMETHING it’s always the quiet ones

ALSO I WAS GOING TO GO BACK AND LOOK FOR HIM EITHER WAY I SWEAR not just bc you mentioned him!!! 😭 he was always in the back of my mind ❤️ well i didn’t know exactly who he was but i was vaguely like okay the tall soft one... need to look out for him for kristy’s sake. okay maybe you DID influence me in some way to go look for him because technically i only ever even considered him bc he stood out as someone you’d like. but ur right, so underrated 😭 lo siento bertholdt u are actually too cute for this world and i am a dummy for not realizing that sooner :(

anyway now back to our regularly scheduled program of me talking about the armored titan ❤️ whoever you are mr. armor pls hmu ily ❤️ poor reiner watching me be unloyal rn. so weird that i’m going through a phase for both of them but here we are. this stupid titan is the only thing i’m looking forward to in the rest of the trost arc and if he doesn’t show up i’m going to wail pls,,,,,

mwah yes do ur hw kristy very good. i will not do mine but that’s okay ❤️ ur the responsible one out of the two of us also the fact that you said my response to your last ask was soft and now here i’m boderline yelling at you about bertholdt... duality please talk to me about how much you love bertholdt now or else ❤️

#kristy i’m gonna stomp on u never send me ominous asks again my heart rate was 📈📈📈#i got the notif and i was like ‘huh??? what does she have to confess??? she wants me to stop talking about eren doesn’t she’#it doesn’t help that i obviously can’t see the whole message in the notif so i was just 😟#kristy x bertholdt supremacy ❤️#I FELT IT IN MY BONES #girl all the signs were there i am the best detective ever goodbye #I AM A GOD so smart i am amazing i should just switch to a criminal justice degree at this point #all of my theories? i now believe they are all canon. every single one of them. everything i guess i right.#you have inflated my ego and there is no going back #asks #kristy 🥰💞#twin things ✨#aot spoilers #attack on titan spoilers #bc marco </3

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sergeanttpoliteness · 5 years

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➹tickle war➹(miles morales x reader)

Requested by @ponyboys-sunsets ➝ GIVE ME ANYTHING WITH MILES PLEASE GOOD LORD I LOVE HIM literally just y/n and him being super h*ckin cute! like cuddling and we get in like a tickle fight or something and it’s just so cute!

Did you really have a good cuddling session if it doesn’t turn into a tickle fight?

word count: 3.1k

a/n: oof, i had some terrible writer’s block so finishing this was the most fulfilling thing ever omg. hello @ whoever’s reading this! i’m sorry this request took so long, i really need to learn how to write faster lol, but it’s here and it’s short but cute and i love it. i didn’t really edit it tho so if there are any mistakes i’m sorry. i forgot to say this last post but holy shit thank you so much for over 150 followers! and 620 notes on my first peter b. story (working on part 2 btw wink)??? the heck?? that’s nuts, i hope every single one of you enjoy what i write (: request are open if anyone is interested, especially since valentines day is so soon, so feel free to send something if you want! also i’ve decided that mcdonald’s in miles’ universe is called mcdonnie’s bc why not lmao

You could be too messy sometimes. Things to add to your next year resolutions (you were also too lazy to start right now— again, one more addition to the list): for the love of future you, stop throwing stuff wherever just because you don’t have the energy or will to properly place it in its appropriate spot. If only you’d worked on that flaw earlier, for right now you had your toothbrush inside your mouth— your tongue crying out from the icy pinch of the mint— frantically rummaging through your room, seeking for your favorite jacket. The weather that night didn’t necessarily call for the use of a coat, and it’s not that you were the fashionista of the generation (you tried your best… most of the time), but it was the last detail your outfit needed for it to be impeccable, and of course you’d turn your room upside down just to find it. It wasn’t as disastrous— perhaps for future you, yeah— but at least you got ahold of those pants that had been missing for weeks which sweetly hugged your figure in all the right places, along with a two-year-old calculator (hey, no more asking your classmates for an extra one) that’d do wonders for your brain during math class.

In the midst of your hunt, a clatter outside caught your attention. No big deal; you did live in New York, after all— the complete opposite of a ghost town. However, you later realized it wasn’t outside. No, it was your window. It happened again— clink! You recoiled, a small yelp escaping your throat. When it continued, you contemplated running away and calling your parents, frightened like a small child who suspects there’s a monster under their bed; but the detective in you (and stupidity, since this is exactly how people die in horror movies) drove you to investigate. You opened the curtains with a determined attitude, your expression hard and stern, but that temporary bravery fled out of your body the instant you laid your eyes upon the dark faceless figure staring back at you. You screamed— or tried to, taking in mind the toothpaste— scrambling to grab the nearest object to attack. But your vision adjusted once the light from your bedroom illuminated the intruder, and your rushing heartbeat eased with the laughing face of your boyfriend.

You rolled up your window, a distressed crease between your eyebrows. “Mwolth, whot thwo fwock!” You exclaimed through the abundance of toothpaste, tilting your head back to stop it from leaking through the sides of your mouth. Miles’ snickers, although adorable, heated your cheeks further from the humiliation.

“Sorry! I didn’t think it’d scare you that much.”

“Y—” You began, but raised a finger, telling him to wait, and ran to the bathroom. After spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth and sink in the record time of six seconds, you barged back into your room and to your open window. He was nowhere to be seen, until you looked out in search of the boy and your vision shifted below you: he sat against the brick wall, his knees close to his chest. You sighed, rubbing your eye as you chuckled at him. “You’re one hell of a boy.”

He showed you a crooked grin. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s good. Why didn’t you just, uh, I don’t know— knock on my door like a normal person?”

“Well, ‘cause I’m not like other guys,” He joked, his voice husky and mysterious, a smolder adorning his face. You closed your eyes as you laughed and he shrugged. “I just wanted to be a romantic boyfriend, y’know, and throw rocks at your window!”

You let out a dreamy sigh, fanning yourself. “So romantic, giving me a heart attack.”

“What can I say? I’m the master of romance.”

“Alright, master of romance, get in before one of my neighbors sees you and faints.” You waved your hand before walking away, continuing to ransack your dresser. Miles climbed the rest of the wall and up to the opening casually with his hands inside his pockets, as if it were the most common ability a teenager could ever have. He gasped when he entered and took in the chaos your room had become: the floor cluttered with crumpled schoolwork and socks (why did you have so many socks?), a mountain of pajamas on your bed, and the mess only incremented as you tossed and additional shirt on your desk.

“What the hell happened here?” He frowned, stuck where he stood due to the path full of obstacles. You cursed under your breath and slammed the cabinet closed, moving on to the last one.

“I can’t find my jacket,” You grumbled, your scowl exchanged by a puzzled stare as a shirt you wore when you were eight dangled in front of you. “God, I really need to take out a lot of stuff.”

Miles jumped from each clean spot to another, pausing when he noticed an old broken Spider-Man keychain tangled with a wool friendship bracelet. He carefully grasped it with his fingers, his mouth twitching. “I’m not surprised.”

You glanced back at him, your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

His face twisted at your question as he laughed. “Y/N, I love you, but you can really be the messiest person at times. Like, look!” He jangled the keychain and your eyes lit up, your hand reaching out to take it. “This thing is from like seven years ago— I got it from McDonnie’s, too. I bet you ‘accidentally’ misplaced it and it just disappeared.”

“Dude! I was so sad when I lost this keychain, I blamed this kid in my class and said that he stole it. Apparently he didn’t,” You mumbled sheepishly, and then hissed when you saw the purple and black bracelet wrapped around the metal ring. “I used to be friends with this girl and she gave me this bracelet.”

“What happened to her?”

“Our friendship ended when I accidentally dropped her hamster down the stairs.”

His eyes widened in horror, but moments later he was wheezing as he sat down on your bed. “Damn, Y/N.”

“Look, I felt terrible afterwards. I just wanted to see it roll in the plastic ball thingy,” You grimaced, apologizing in your head to the spirit of the unfortunate creature you accidentally murdered. Before you started crying, though, the irritation bubbled up in your chest and you rubbed your temples. “I still can’t find my jacket!”

“I can give you my jacket, i-if you want.” Miles offered shyly, flustered and ready to slip off his coat.

He paused when you rested your hand on his shoulder, which later came up to playfully poke his cheek. “What a cutie. But I don’t want you to freeze to death, not exactly the date that I was plan—” You stepped on something and you peeped down. You cried out for the exact article of clothing you just wasted ten minutes searching for peeked out from under your bed. “Oh, found it!” You gasped, lifting the jacket, hugging it as if you’d just found your long-lost child after sixteen years. You slipped your arm inside one sleeve, your other hand simultaneously tugging Miles’ while you prepared to leave your room.

“Shouldn’t we clean this up before we leave?” He gestured to your surroundings. You scanned the disorder, biting your lip as you deeply considered it, your skin itching because of the area identical to a wreckage.

You dismissed your discomfort with a whine, pulling his wrist again and dragging him through the mess and out of the room with you. “I can do that later, let’s go!”

You didn’t exactly know where you were going; so when you jumped off your apartment complex’s stairs and into the sidewalk, you turned around and stared at Miles like an expectant puppy willing to follow its owner to the end of the world. “Where to, captain?” You cheerily asked.

“You’re weirdly hyper today.” Miles pointed out, but not as a complaint— no, not at all. Your euphoria was responsible for his stretching smile and the electricity in his fingertips; it enhanced your beauty to a degree that it was blinding, a supergiant star whose radiance fondly enveloped the boy and heated up his entire body with its dripping gold. It was a heat wave he’d willingly succumb to— he’d float in your grace, suffocate with your allure, feel it all over as you happily linked your arms together, sending that spark running through his veins.

“I guess it’s just the rush you get on a Friday night, you know?” Yes, that was definitely it— it’s not like you took a power nap you woke up from twenty minutes ago, and consequently, had to inhumanly speed through your steps to get ready before Miles arrived; what are you talking about? But it also was almost impossible not to be as joyous when you’d missed Miles’ presence for an entire week. Yes, phone and video calls patched up that loneliness and longing, but it was just a bandaid for a larger wound— you didn’t know you could be so needy; a surprise, indeed, when you’d find yourself craving to jump through your cell phone’s screen and snuggle into the boy’s embrace. “I’m also really glad to see you, though.” You bashfully admitted.

“It was just a week.” He laughed, except that he’d missed your touch just as much, if not more. And you weren’t offended that he didn’t kiss your forehead and reveal he did as well, really, because you knew the truth by the way he walked so unnecessarily close to you in spite of the broad path.

You snuggled your head on his shoulder, sighing in bliss. “I don’t care, you still owe me a lot of cuddles. And I also don’t have no idea where you’re taking me— maybe you’re about to kill me, or something.” You said lowly, your eyes wide.

“It’s… kinda a desolate place, but I promise I didn’t pick it so I could kill you.” He giggled, bumping his shoulder into yours. You lifted your head and narrowed your eyes at him, scoffing.

“That’s exactly what a murderer would say.”

Gladly, your claims that Miles was planning to execute you in the middle of nowhere were nothing but an amusing belief; that surely would’ve been a lamentable twist, especially for you. However, you somewhat started to wish it had been your fate as you panted heavily and dropped on your knees on the muddy grass of the seemingly endless hill you and Miles were climbing. “I give up,” You breathed out, sprawling your limbs defeatedly. “I think I’m gonna go into cardiac arrest.”

Miles glanced back at you and rolled his eyes before resuming his strides. “God, your P.E grade is probably terrible.” You didn’t reply, though, and he didn’t hear any exaggerated struggling noises. He turned around, his gaze settling on your body which appeared dead resting in the same place you stopped. “C’mon, babe, we’re almost there!”

You didn’t budge, solely weakly waving your hand at him. “I was nice knowing you, but I think this is where I meet my demise.”

He looked heavenward, taking a deep breathe to recharge his soul. You were damning the gloomy clouds for obscuring the glimmering stars when Miles’ face, staring down at you, popped into your sight. You smiled, your hand reaching up to try and touch his cheek as you cracked up. “Hi.” You said innocently with a childlike expression.

The corner of his mouth lifted upwards. “Hi. Get up.”

“It’s really comfy down here.”

“I bet, probably better than the hammock that’s up the hill.” He smirked when he attracted your attention.

“A hammock? You got a hammock up there?” You inquired in disbelief. His grin vanished, and his voice was high pitched as he dubiously shrugged.

“Kind… of? It’s not your usual hammock you’re probably thinking about.” He gently nudged you with his foot and you complained, turning to lie on your side. “I’ll give you a piggyback ride.”

The words ‘piggyback ride’ excited you too much, almost to the point that it could be used as a weakness against you as you scrambled to your feet and moments later leapt onto Miles’ back. You were lucky your boyfriend had super strength, you thought, especially for instances where your laziness and lack of durability got the best of you while walking up the steepest of hills you’d ever witnessed. You’d endure your short workout again or climb every mountain, though, if it meant you’d get to curl up against Miles on a hammock made out of his webs; your body resting on top of his, your legs tangled like an unbreakable knot, your mind fuzzy from the loving circles the boy caressed on your scalp while your thumb rubbed his shoulder. It was the type of intimacy no other could compare to— just the two of you, immersed and drenched with the eternal adoration you shared. The security and serenity of his embrace overwhelmed you enough that at any time the breeze would slightly swing the crib, you’d flinch, similar to when you jerk awake after almost dozing off. His chest vibrated with his giggles and you gazed up at him. The boy had been boring into you for the past few minutes; it wasn’t necessary to see it, you could just feel it (how could you not, after all, considering your close bodies?).

“This hammock kinda sucks.” You breathed out, feeling his arms squeeze your waist when the hammock wiggled harder.

“How can you say that?! It’s literally made out of webs.”

“Miles, it’s so small— I feel like if I even breathe too much I’m going to fall off.”

“So ungrateful, man.” He grumbled, shaking his head with a half-smile that stretched wider after you left a tender kiss on his jaw.

“I just don’t want to break a bone, you get me?” You sighed in relief when the wind, your current nemesis, calmed down. “That would kinda suck.”

“It would be funny.”

You poked his stomach and he squeaked like a stuffed animal who had a tag that read ‘try me!’. He grabbed your wrist, pouting down at you. “Take that back or you’ll be the one with a broken bone.” You warned, but Miles returned the jab, and your body jerked away from him as much as it could.

“If I fall, just know that you’re going down with me.” He raised a playful eyebrow. You tried to prod him again, but the boy didn’t allow you to get your hand near him by slapping it, poking your rib immediately after. You let out a malicious laugh, for he had no idea what was coming to him as you went in to tickle him for real this time. It wasn’t as easy, though; Miles put up quite the fight, one arm shielding his stomach while the other pushed your evil hands away. “You’re… entering… a dangerous… zone right now—” His sentence was repeatedly interrupted as you two fought a battle which would only result in falling to your deaths. Although he could only protect himself for so long, because in the brief millisecond he remained unguarded, your fingers found themselves attacking his abdomen. You straddled his waist as he screamed with laughter and writhed underneath you, kicking his feet all over the place.

“Y/N—“ He yelped, his eyes crinkled and glossy. “P-please!”

You stopped— you were no ruthless demon who tortured people with tickles; still, your shoulders bounced up and down at the sight of his wide eyes as he attempted to catch his breath and regain his strength. “I won!” You laughed, squishing his cheeks to taunt him, leaning down closer to his face with a smug smile. “Sorry.”

“I’ll only forgive you if you give me a kiss.” The seduction and cheekiness laced in both his voice and eyes were a good try, but it simply made you snicker more at how goofy the boy appeared. It did work in some way, though, because it fueled the desire to meet his lips further. Who were you to not comply to such yearning, anyway? Miles took ahold of your hands, intertwining your fingers, leaning up to catch your expecting mouth. You rested your hand on his chest to deepen the kiss, the swaying of the hammock a long-forgotten worry as all you could care about was the boy under you, his dainty and nervous fingertips lingering on your hip, the prickling that engulfed you when you felt his hammering heartbeat under your touch. He’d captivated you entirely, beckoning you to dive into a pool of his warmth that clouded all your senses; enough that you didn’t perceive his hands sneaking up your sides until—

You squealed into his mouth, a jolt running through your gut when he began to tickle you. You pulled away from the kiss and struggled to breathe as a fit of giggles left you, feebly pushing him away. In an attempt to move away, though, you leaned too much to your right— oh, shit was all you thought as you lost your balance. A short cry was the only sound you made as you began to plummet down to the grass. Your last moments were nice, you guessed; at least you got to make out with Miles for a while before dying, so perhaps you could accept your death peacefully. But you didn’t hit the ground. You breathed heavily and opened your eyes, the world upside down until you strained your neck to look up at the sky; you hung by your foot, which had entangled itself with the white string of the hammock, and your eyes drifted to Miles’ gigantic eyes.

“Holy shit!” You shouted, your body going limp when it became too tiring to continue staring up. “Holy shit! I almost fucking died!”

“Are you okay?!” Miles questioned, panicked. You heard a thump and soon your boyfriend stood in front of you, his hands on his head. When he saw you helplessly flailing your arms, however, he doubled over with laughter, slapping his knee.

“Miles! Please help me!”

“Okay, okay— uh, do you have like a knife, or something?”

“Why the hell would I have a knife?!”

“I-I don’t know! Self-defense, maybe. Let me see—” He dug through his pockets, and your (already red) face went pale when he took out his keys, flashing you a sympathetic tight-lipped smile.

It was going to be a long night.

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #sm:itsv #spider man into the spider verse #imagine #miles morales one shot #gender neutral #fem! reader #male!reader #spider man

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bizarre-alien · 5 years

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What is ur fav gorillaz song from each album?

Bruh, this took me an hour or two... This is the best/worst question to ask me! Now, I have to decide on just one song per album! Lmao! 😂

I’m gonna go IN on this because I LOVE going in on music... Here we go!

Gorillaz: Sound Check (Gravity)

I love the ambiance and urgency they put into the sound design. The building method of the instrumentation was also genius as hell... I love the strings, I love the drum pattern, and I just love the lyrical concept even though I’m not 100% clear (yet) on what the real meaning of the song is... I guess it’s up for interpretation. A part of me is thinking that it explains how depression feels, and another part of me feels like it’s about how reality breaks through your daydream life and tries to steal your hope of being okay... I guess it’s the same? I don’t know. But, I feel something deep with this.

Demon Days: Feel Good Inc.

For sure, it’s the classic bop. I like the sound design, I like the mv concept, but above all, the lyrics are gold. The concept is just amazing. Gorillaz wants revolution from how society has money, celebrities, and pleasure as their Shepard. De La Soul represents said false Shepard. It further proves my pov towards society as sheep being herded by a visible Shepard instead of the one true one. God. I say this because God is love. Gorillaz wants us to live by love, and, whether they know it or not, that’s who God is basically! (Note: This was a really hard choice because Dirty Harry and El Manana were fighting for the spot as well. I had to do a serious lyric study in order to choose.)

Plastic Beach: Cloud of Unknowing

This one makes me cry. I’m about to cry as I type this, um... Okay, so it’s simple yet super impacting. The sound design really keeps the track open causing you to wonder, Bobby’s vocals sound a little distant like it’s a memory... It’s a song of reflection for sure. To just open up and be vulnerable to your experiences, and just see what the next day will bring. It’s hard as hell to let go and let the chips fall because you’re scared and hopeful at the same time. You just don’t know what’s gonna happen. And, it’s extra personal right now because I had to learn this exact lesson this month. My God...

Humanz: Ticker Tape

Okay, this one was hard! I was gonna say Ascension because that was for me and my people... But, I went deeper (the shit that the black community go through is still deep but I wanted to go to the soul with my choice because... Well, I’ll just not go in. This post is already long.). Strobelite was another choice because it was something that hit like Feel Good Inc. did... But then, Ticker Tape kinda takes it one deeper. So you know how society is distracted based on the lyrics of Feel Good Inc., and yes that affects us as people... But, this blindness and distraction keeps us from saving the planet as well. So not only do we destroy our souls with social media distractions telling us what our lives are supposed to be (and if you don’t fulfill what this one successful bih did at your age... you ain’t shit, so die.), but since we’re so obsessed, we destroy wildlife and all habitats by using oil to create more flashy cars, deforesting to have more Gucci stores, and neglecting global warming because look at what this celebrity did over there! That’s more important! We work hard through the nightmare we put ourselves in just to live the life that social media tells us to. I hope that made sense, bruh. I just... There’s so much I want to unpack, but my sister is the English major. I just make beats.

The Now Now: (Help. This one is gonna hurt) Sorcererz

As much as I love The Now Now as a whole, Sorcererz really hits home as a reminder to stop and evaluate yourself and how you’re acting. I also like how the sound design is soothing and still a bop. Like, it makes you wanna just chill and think about where you are in life, man. And with all these distractions, it’s easy to get caught up and act out of character, too. Time to time, you’re gonna need to take a moment and mine out your true self from all the bullshit that you ingested on the internet and skull fucking politics... Also, I want to add a quick headcanon that Ace co-wrote this song because he’s on the visualizer a lot when they performed live (If I can remember clearly). It stemmed from a midnight conversation on the balcony of a hotel and neither him or 2D could sleep. They just ended up talking about life at a deep deep level.

I hope this wasn’t too much for you, anon. I really appreciate the fact that you took the time to ask me this question. I’m also really honored that you wanted my opinion. It means more than you know! I hope your day is great! Love you! 💖

#gorillaz #2d gorillaz #ace gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #murdoc gorillaz #russel gorillaz #stuart pot #ace copular #murdoc niccals #russel hobbs #gorillaz headcanons

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oc-rehab-centre · 5 years

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OC Design Basics #1 - Colour Palettes

Every part of an original character, fandom or non-fandom, humanoid or animalian, is important to the bigger picture. Your original character is like a mosaic or a puzzle, every piece is crucial to having a “good” character: personality, backstory, relationships, etc., you know the deal. But today we’re going to discuss: the importance of OC design, common mistakes and what you can do to fix them.

Now, this isn’t a post made only to talk about how OC fame/attention is linked to OC design… Which is really isn’t, and I hope that’s clear! This isn’t a tutorial on how to get famous either, but rather a collection of information and tips meant to help you! This is also geared towards a younger audience - so some things are pretty obvious.

Alrighty then, let’s get into this~

Importance of Design

We all know the idiom “don’t judge a book by its cover”: which discourages people to prejudge something’s overall worth from a mere first glance, positive or negative. However, when it comes to characters, you’ll often see the images before you see their biography or information and get to know the nitty-gritty information about them.

It’s pretty superficial, but first impressions can make or break your OC’s popularity and reception, but alas, that is just human nature. If you have a fandom OC; how well your OC’s design blends in with the existing cast, or how much they stand out against them can reel in an intrigued audience. Your OC’s design is just one of many factors which may bring you an audience, or leave you with just a small one - but shove aside that notion and let’s focus on what’s actually important.

A good OC is congruent, with all the little pieces working together naturally to tell your OC’s story and fit with aspects of their personality in a way that doesn’t feel forced. Their appearance should reflect things about them, and give the audience an idea as to what they are like from a first glance or two. It’s a challenge, but as you grow more experienced, it becomes easier. However, some help along the way is always nice, and that’s why we’re here!

In this tip & tutorial post, I’m mostly going to cover more natural colours and make your OC look more, well, “original”! Of course as always, these are just opinions, and you are just as entitled to your own as I am to mine! Also, I’ll be talking about more common mistakes I’ve seen several young artists and creators make, so if you’re new to OC creation, here’s some tips from someone whose been doing too much of this kinda thing!

I will not be covering facial features and shapes here, but perhaps I will in the near future??? This mostly focuses on colours!

For this tutorial, by the way, I used a colouring page found HERE. I’m not entirely sure if this is the original artist, nor is the original artist credited. If you ever find the source and wanna let us here at @oc-rehab-centre know, that’d be just dandy!

Common Mistake #1 - Hair Colours/Styles

If you’ve browsed the undiscovered page of DeviantART, you may find yourself browsing the work of younger creators. It is always wonderful to see young artists working to produce their own characters, but it’s a shame to say that most OC creators can determine or guess your age range and experience from the way you design characters, or perhaps an inability to credit base makers lmao.

What I see a lot on DeviantART when it comes down to hair colour is often… unstimulating. Hair colours like black and oversaturated colours are often used, perhaps due to a lack of understanding the colour wheel of infinite possibilities or how to make colours beyond what they can find in their box of 24 Crayola coloured pencils.

When it comes to OC design, you want to try your best to avoid black and bright, bright colours that are hard on the eyes unless absolutely necessary and essential to your character.

Black hair can easily be substituted for other dark and natural colours, like shades of brown or red. Heck, there are entire charts of natural hair colours online you can browse.

Blinding shades of red, green, blue, etc. can all be made easier on the eyes by simply mellowing or darkening the colour. Perhaps you might settle for pastel hues, or a darker and less saturated tone. Both your eyes and the eyes of your viewers will thank you for making something other than pitch-black or a vibrant hot magenta!

Hopefully this little diagram shows what a difference a bit of playing around with your colour wheel can do! Now time to address another common trope in OC creation when it comes to hair: hair styles.

A very common hairstyle that you see is the hair over one eye. OCs with their bangs draped down over one eye. TV Tropes discusses this infamous design cliche as a way of symbolizing sexuality, shyness, solidarity or powerful [HERE].. However, most OCs with this hairstyle are not always explained and if it is, it’s done poorly, making it seem as though a) the creator was merely going for a run-of-the-mill edgy look with their character OR b) they just can’t draw the other eye.

While having an OC who's a bit on the edgy and badass side is cool and all, it is a trope to avoid. I went through a phase of having my hair over one eye in my elementary days but trust me, it’s not a very practical hairstyle, and it’s certainly not very stylish if your bangs are all scraggly too. If you have chosen this hairstyle to avoid drawing the other eye, just take the leap! You’re not going to improve unless you push yourself to experiment with new hairstyles, of which there are many!

Finding other hairstyles to use for your OC is as simple as browsing the Internet. There are countless of video and written tutorials to watch on how to draw hair styles, all of which are arguably more appealing and interesting than that mock of edgy bangs. If you are striving for an edgy character, there are other ways to show that in their design than simply such an ill-mannered hairstyle!

Credit: doggerland

Common Mistake #2 - Eyes/Facial Scars

Much like hair colours, overly-saturated colours can ruin eyes when they seem out of place. You can have an OC with natural coloured hair, a good colour palette and then oh wait - an eye colour that doesn’t really fit. I’ve seen many young creators using eye colours that really don’t exist and look very unnatural, clashing with their character’s design.

Like with hair, a certain number of natural eye colours exist. Even if you’re bending from natural eye colours, avoid using saturated shades or shades that are just too dark. You can get some nice and more natural colours by playing around with your colour wheel. You can be bold without using such assaulting colours! XD

Another common trope derived from anime and gaming are scars. I know I was mostly going to discuss colours here, but like hairstyles, it’s something worth addressing!Once again, I’m gonna make reference to TV Tropes’ article. The most common scars include:

A cut over one eye

A claw mark (usually three or four even gashes on the chest or face)

Any of the Standard Bleeding Spots

Any scar shaped like an X.

A scar on the face that happened in a sword duel.

Credit: TV Tropes

Regardless of the universe, fandom or non-fandom, scars may add to your character’s story, but it takes a lot to make a scar on the face seem original. I’m personally not a fan of OCs with scars on their face, since it’s often not acknowledged or even drawn in a way that is realistic.

For example, getting slashed across the eye with a sword or blade would not leave a clean scar and a pearly, blinded eye, as we often see in anime. It would look nasty and it would look as disabling as it feels, so when people don’t abide to the very nature of how the human body heals, it irks me a little bit.

My tip here would be to avoid scars that go over the eye unless you’re going to do it right. Research the injuries if you don’t have a weak stomach, and see what injuries like that would really look like. Overall, facial scars are also something you should steer away from. Important scars can go elsewhere, you know! There’s more to your OC’s body than just their face.

Scars also come in more shapes than just 3-4 animal claw marks, burns from abusive parents or straight-lined sword scars. Scars come in different shapes and sizes. Some are hypertrophic/raised while others are flat and just sort of look like birthmarks upon healing. Are you willing to give up your action-packed duel scene and settle for a more realistic scar for your OC? It’ll help in the long run if you’re aiming for accuracy.

Common Mistake #3 - Colour Palettes

Oh goodness you guys have probably heard enough about me yammering about colour. But hey - this tip post is mostly about the importance of colour. This here is the last major tip for designing your OC. This will be the last part of this post, and I apologize for this being a bit of a mess! I was trying to keep this one as general as possible!

ANYWAYS-

Colour palettes are essential to a character! I hope that’s ingrained in your brain at this point because it really is! Their wardrobe should reflect their personality and should be carefully considered as well. Too many times have I seen colour palettes that just do not work at all with the character’s attire nor their apparent personality.

Using the girl who has been our base for examples in this post, let’s take a look at her attire. A baggy hat, a bandanna around her neck, a sweater, fingerless gloves and a layered skirt. This is rather cutesy attire and while perhaps you could argue that a pink and teal getup or an edgelord black and rainbow outfit could work, there are palettes that might fit this character a little better.

Pastel colours fit better with this style of dressing. It feels more correct to have the four palettes on the right than the two on the left. This is the effect your colour choices have on how pleasing your character looks to the eye.

And that is all!

We hope you enjoyed this tip post! Likes, reblogs and follows are always appreciated. Some aspects of OC design were not covered here, especially the important stuff that more experienced creators would’ve wanted to see like how to make face, eye, nose, etc. shapes more unique and clothing design. I’ll try to ensure that gets covered in the future, as I said before, but I hope that those that read this enjoyed it!

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mysticscanlations · 6 years

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That Summer Chapter 138 Summary!

GUESS WHO’S BACK I’M BUSTING A LUNG IN MY EXCITEMENT

Chapter starts with Jumi in one of her Economics courses, listening to a lecture on something I have no knowledge on. Translating that section felt like I was stringing together words that made no sense LOL. Anyways, after class, Jumi's walking outside when OS spots her, asking to go eat with the crew.

OS: Where are you going? Are you between classes?

Jumi apologizes, saying she has to go to the hospital (her mom got diagnosed with frozen shoulder so she needs to go pick up something for that). The 4 people we've met (Oh Soo, Seon Ho, Bo Ram, and Seop Jong) have all formed a little circle of friends with Jumi, and then hang out often. Turns out BR and SJ are dating now, while OS and SH are having a fling. They ask Jumi to come join afterwards, but Jumi declines, saying they should go have fun.

SH: It's nothing urgent. We're going to Kono, so come join later.

SJ: Are you okay with spicy food? BR: What about you?

As she walks off on her own, Jumi thinks to herself that she's doing pretty well, but she still looks really sad T__T

At the hospital, Jumi runs into YW's mom, and Jumi's SHOOK as she bows and greets her. And then right afterwards, CR appears and I swear I thought that was what YW looked like now and almost shed real tears.

Anyways CR got his life together and is in pharmacy school now! HK appears out of the blue too, and CR tells Jumi that HK's taking a leave of absence from school to prepare to become a public worker.

CR/HK ask YW's mom how she knows Jumi and the mom says that Jumi used to be YW's girlfriend (omfg lol). Jumi internally panics, thinking YW's still keeping up the lie, so she starts to say that they're happy together... before YW's mom finishes and says that they broke up a while back. LMAO. Jumi scrambles from that, trying to say that although they broke up, she still misses YW... only for YW's mom to add that Jumi was the one who broke up with YW. Jumi's having a mental breakdown, and ties things up by saying they're doing fine in their separate lives looool I love Jumi so much, she tries so hard.

CR/HK are surprised that YW and Jumi actually were dating, while YW's mom asks her to rethink her decision and get back with YW, since she really likes Jumi. Jumi asks why HK and CR are here at the hospital, and HK simply says she should hear the story from the main person himself.

AND GOD BLESS AMERICA WE FINALLY SEE OUR CHILD. OUR BOY. OUR SUNSHINE. He's dyed his hair black again :')

Jumi and YW are both surprised to see each other, and YW asks if she's doing well. Jumi's still kinda shook, and YW apologizes that he didn't get to really say goodbye to her before he quit academy. He asks if she did well on the CSAT, and she says she did thanks to his notes.

Jumi: Thanks to the wrong answer notes I got from you, I did well. YW: Then that's really a relief... Text: Fun to Watch...

Meanwhile, CR/HK/YW's mom are watching this like a soap opera, but CR finally steps up and says they'll take their leave so that YW and Jumi can have some time to talk (although they have a completely different idea about what's going between them). But still, bless his soul.

CR: The disruptors will leave now, so please take your time talking— YW Mom: The weather's nice, how about we go to Heaven Garden. SFX: Roll—

YW asks if Jumi's eaten, offering to treat her to a meal. Jumi says she wants cup ramen, and YW asks her why she doesn't want anything more expensive. Jumi replies that she thought of it because she remembered that she and YW ate cup ramen together the first time they met, and asks if he remembers. YW smiles, saying of course he does. God his smiles have blinded me. I'm glad he looks happier :'( Now we need HB back.

Jumi: Cup ramen. YW: Cup ramen? Haha.

YW: Of course.

#mysticscanlations #that summer #that summer webtoon

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blissedoutphil · 7 years

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Phil Tries New Things

I realised that this is the first time I’m writing vanilla sex wowow it was quite hard not to make it kinky lmao guess Phil isn’t the only one trying new things lol ;)

Thank you for nominating this fic in the Best Smut category in the phanfic awards 2017! <33

2911 words of top!dan, bottom!phil, fingering, fluffy smut

or read on ao3!

They were laying in post-coital bliss, Dan resting his head on Phil’s chest and listening to his heartbeat, Phil wrapping an arm protectively around Dan’s shoulders. Dan loved this as much as he loved the sex itself. He loved feeling so calm and content in Phil’s embrace after sex.

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, Phil spoke softly, “Hey Dan?”

“Hmm?” Dan responded sleepily.

“Why do you love bottoming so much?”

Dan slowly sat up and turned to get a clear look at Phil. He did not expect that question at all.

When Dan remained silent, Phil continued, “I mean, I’m just wondering.”

“Well. I love the feeling of being so full, from being filled up by you. When you’re in me, it’s like all I can feel is you. So close to you. Know what I mean?” Dan wasn’t sure if he was even making sense in his half awake state, but Phil nodded.

“Doesn’t it...hurt though? I mean I do make sure you’re well stretched every time but I’m still surprised by how that tiny opening can handle my dick.”

“Way to compliment your size, wow,” Dan chuckled, smacking Phil’s shoulder lightly.

Phil chuckled along, not at all bothered to correct himself. He is proud of his size, thank you very much. He hugged Dan in closer to his chest, waiting for Dan to answer his question.

“Well yeah, it hurts a little. I got used to it though. And it’s like, a good type of pain you know? Turns into pleasure real quick.”

Dan looked up at Phil, who was staring at the light from the street lamps filtering in through the blinds. He was chewing on his bottom lip, clearly deep in thought.

Dan traced his finger on Phil’s lips to get him to stop biting at them, then he kissed Phil gently. “Why so curious suddenly?”

“It’s just. I’ve never...” Phil trailed off and looked away.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Dan reassured softly, “not everyone has to be a switch.”

“Yeah but when I see bottoms I feel like I’m missing out on some fun that I’d never experienced before, you know? And like yeah, pornstars over exaggerate but I’m sure you can’t be exaggerating every single time.”

Phil stroked Dan’s hair. “At least, I hope your reactions are genuine,” he added as an afterthought.

Dan laughed, “Of course they’re genuine, Phil.”

He traced circles on Phil’s chest. “I’d love to help you try bottoming if you want to.”

Phil looked nervous suddenly. “I want to, but I’m just. Scared. It’s silly, I know,” Phil couldn’t look Dan in the eyes as he made his admission.

“I was scared the first time I tried, too. It’s definitely not silly, I’m sure a lot of people were scared their first time. But you’d love it, trust me,” Dan answered.

“But like. What if hitting my prostate won’t do anything for me? Like, I don’t get hard from anything besides direct contact with my dick,” Phil said dismally.

Dan kissed Phil’s shoulder. “You never know unless you try.”

Phil nodded and squeezed Dan’s waist. “Okay, let’s try next time. Thanks, for talking this out with me,” he said, and it was absurd to Dan that Phil sounded relieved.

“Love you, Phil,” he simply replied, and kissed Phil goodnight.

Next time turned out to be a few days later.

Phil had been nervous the whole day despite Dan constantly reassuring him that everything would be alright.

But as their lazy make out session turned more heated and intense, Phil almost forgot his nerves.

They were already shirtless on the bed, Phil lying beneath Dan for once. It felt weird, it felt new. But it didn’t feel wrong.

Dan broke the kiss to suck a hickey on Phil’s neck and Phil gasped.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” Dan whispered, his breath tickling Phil’s neck.

After licking at the bruise on Phil’s neck, Dan very slowly kissed his way down, stroking every inch of Phil’s skin. Phil realised that his breathing was becoming faster, hitching every time Dan nipped his skin.

Dan licked over Phil’s left nipple, and was delighted to hear a soft moan from Phil. He began sucking on it, and Phil’s gasps and ragged breathing only encouraged him further.

“God,” Phil gasped loudly when Dan bit his nipple. His cock twitched at the sensation.

“You like that?” Dan asked, voice deep with lust, before licking his way to the other nipple.

“Didn’t think I’d like it this much,” Phil replied, and he grabbed Dan’s hair to guide Dan to his other nipple quicker.

“Uh uh,” Dan said, lifting his head to look at Phil, “I’m in charge today, babe. Just relax and enjoy, I’m gonna take my time.”

Phil breathed out raggedly and he nodded. He loosened his grip on Dan’s hair, but left his hand resting in the soft curls.

Dan did take his time, and by the time he moved lower, Phil’s nipples were erect and sensitive, and his cock was fully hard.

“Why hadn’t I known about your sensitive nipples?” Dan murmured against Phil’s stomach and he tweaked one nipple.

Phil arched his back and groaned as he felt a mix of pain and pleasure. He really thought he couldn’t get hard unless his cock was touched, but here he was, cock neglected from any stimulation yet achingly hard. “Asking myself the same thing,” he replied breathlessly.

Dan stroked Phil’s arms and lightly scratched Phil’s chest as he sloppily kissed his way down further, eliciting whimpers and moans from Phil. Phil was getting restless and impatient, he wanted Dan to hurry up already.

Dan pulled Phil’s sweatpants off, leaving Phil writhing on the bed in his underwear. He quickly undressed himself as well before going back to kissing Phil’s tummy.

He traced his tongue along the waistband of Phil’s boxers, relishing the breathy noises Phil made. With his teeth, he slowly pulled the boxers down, smirking when Phil’s cock enthusiastically popped out.

Phil whimpered when Dan deliberately ignored his cock and moved down to pay attention to his thighs instead. He spread his legs and brought his hand down to his cock. Dan sat up and tutted.

“Just leave it all to me,” he said and grabbed Phil’s wrist, moving his hand to his side. Phil whined, but clenched his fists at his sides.

Dan went back in between Phil’s thighs. He kissed and bit the inside of Phil’s thigh, and Phil couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped his mouth. That only encouraged Dan and he sucked on the skin he bit, licking the spot until a red patch formed. When he was satisfied, he repeated it on Phil’s other thigh.

“Dan,” Phil moaned, trying to speak but unable to form a proper sentence. He hasn’t even fucked me yet, how am I so far gone already?, he thought.

Finally, Dan sat up. He bent Phil’s legs, exposing Phil’s hole more.

“Gonna open you up for me now, okay babe?” Dan spoke as he retrieved the lube at the end of the bed.

Phil merely nodded, he was too turned on to even be nervous or scared of any pain he might feel.

Dan gently pressed his finger against Phil’s hole, spreading lube around as he carefully rubbed the area. He stroked Phil’s thigh soothingly with his other hand.

Dan applied pressure against Phil’s hole and Phil gasped. He contracted his muscles and clenched his ass, not allowing Dan’s finger to enter. The high that came with being turned on cleared and suddenly he was letting his fear and nerves win.

“Shh, babe it’s okay,” Dan reassured, noting how Phil’s brows furrowed in worry. He continued stroking Phil’s thigh and bent down to kiss Phil, soft and sweet.

“Just relax, it’s gonna be fine. Trust me?” Dan whispered against Phil’s lips.

Phil hated himself for being afraid. Of course he trusted Dan, he didn’t want Dan to think his actions meant he didn’t trust him.

“I do, I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s okay, I won’t rush. I’ll take care of you,” Dan promised softly, brushing his hand through Phil’s mussed up hair before sitting back between Phil’s legs.

Dan traced his finger up from Phil’s hole to his perineum, and he applied pressure there instead.

“Oh my god,” Phil gasped out loud, gripping Dan’s forearm and Dan grinned.

“Just imagine that feeling intensified when I find that spot inside you with my finger,” Dan said, “and then with my dick,” he continued and he pressed against Phil’s perineum again for emphasis.

“Oh my god do it, hurry. I’ll relax I promise,” Phil said, lust taking over his nerves again.

Dan kissed Phil’s knee and moved his way down as he gently pressed against Phil’s hole again. He smiled against Phil’s inner thigh when Phil finally completely relaxed. Slowly, he pushed his finger into Phil’s hole.

Phil gasped. The sensation was a little weird, but definitely nothing bad like he imagined.

Dan stopped when his knuckle went past Phil’s rim. “How are you?” he asked.

“S’weird. But I think I like it. Go on,” Phil replied, focusing on the sensation.

Dan slid his finger back out, but not completely. Then he pushed back in and repeated it for a while, letting Phil get used to the feeling. When Phil began moaning softly, he pressed his second finger against his first.

“Gonna add another now, okay?” he said soothingly, and kissed the stretched skin around his finger.

“Mhmm,” Phil nodded, and exhaled when he felt another finger push in him.

Phil was so thankful that Dan was going this slow, and he tried to even his breathing as he adjusted to the new intrusion. Without thinking, he went to tweak his own nipples, gasping as he did so.

Dan was in awe at the sight in front of him. Phil looked so pretty, mouth open as he pinched his nipples. They’re not even fucking yet and he looks fucked out already. Why hadn’t he suggested topping sooner.

Dan slowly scissored his fingers, hearing Phil moan, seeing Phil’s cock twitch. “You’re doing so good, babe,” he said, voice deep. Phil practically melted at the praise, feeling himself going loose as he relaxed further and allowed Dan to stretch him open carefully.

Dan began twisting his fingers around inside Phil, and finally, with a loud moan from Phil, he found Phil’s prostate.

“Oh my god, Dan get in me already!” Phil moaned.

Dan laughed, “Just a little while more, eager mcbeaver.”

Dan added a third finger, making sure to properly stretch Phil even though his cock was getting impatient as well, hard against his stomach.

“Ready?” Dan asked when he finally felt that Phil was stretched well enough.

“Yes, god, Dan hurry please,” Phil groaned, hips thrusting up into the air.

Dan chuckled and removed his fingers. Chuckled more when Phil whined at the sudden emptiness. He quickly poured more lube onto his hand and stroked his cock til it was slick. He then lifted Phil’s legs and guided them to wrap around his waist.

He guided his cock til his tip was resting against Phil’s hole. He rested his hands on either side of Phil’s head and slowly, he pushed himself in, never looking away from Phil. He stopped every few inches, letting Phil adjust and studying Phil’s expressions to see if it was too much for him.

Phil dug his heels into Dan’s hips and squeezed Dan’s forearms as Dan penetrated him. He was breathing heavily. He felt like he was being opened up, it hurt but nothing he couldn’t bear. In fact, whenever Dan stopped, he just wanted more, even if it might hurt more. He didn’t want Dan to stop at all.

Finally, Dan was all the way inside Phil. “This okay?” he asked, a little breathless himself as he struggled to remain still in the tight warmth instead of starting to just thrust harshly.

Phil felt so full, so good. He can’t believe he’s never let himself experience this before. “More than okay,” he replied before grasping the back of Dan’s neck and pulling his boyfriend down for a kiss.

Before Dan could break the kiss, Phil pulled away and hastily said, “Move please oh my god,” so with that, Dan slowly thrusted out, not wanting to hurt Phil.

He repeated his slow movements, grunting, “So tight, so good, Phil,” as he slid back in.

Phil whined below Dan, and he started moving his hips. “God, faster, more,” he panted.

Dan obliged, increasing the speed of his thrusts and bending down to kiss Phil, swallow all his beautiful moans. He then changed the angle of his thrusts, trying to find Phil’s prostate. Phil all but cried out when Dan succeeded, his toes curling at Dan’s hips.

Phil felt so overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he was feeling, and he just wanted more. His cock was leaking precum even though it hasn’t been touched. Dan continued thrusting right into Phil’s prostate, making him whimper and moan and writhe around under Dan, so out of it.

Dan was groaning above Phil, he hasn’t topped in a long time and he forgot how amazing it felt as well. His thrusts were fast and hard, balls smacking against Phil’s ass. He sucked another hickey on Phil’s collarbone as he continued pounding into Phil, making Phil whine.

Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s neck, bringing him down and as close to him as possible. He suddenly felt emotional, felt so open and vulnerable but so thankful that he was experiencing this with Dan. He tried to hug Dan as best he could in their current position, he never wanted to let Dan go.

Dan knew exactly how Phil was feeling right now just from how Phil was trying to bring him impossibly closer, he remembered feeling this way his first time too. He wrapped his arms under Phil’s armpits, bringing them into a tight, warm hug as he continued thrusting into Phil. Letting Phil know he was safe in his embrace.

Phil was moaning and lightly scratching Dan’s back as he hugged Dan, tightly wrapping his arms and legs around Dan’s sweat slicked body. With every hit on his prostate, he could feel his orgasm approaching. In the back of his hazy mind, he wondered if he could actually come without being touched.

Dan kissed Phil’s shoulder as he pounded into him, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt his own orgasm draw nearer. He wanted them to come together though, so he pushed against Phil’s prostate harder each time.

They were both a mess of pants and moans, bodies rocking in sync as they got closer to their climax. Dan was about to kiss Phil when he noticed tears flowing down Phil’s cheeks. Immediately, he slowed his movements, starting to worry that he hurt Phil.

“Are you okay, Phil?” he asked softly, brows furrowing as he wiped a tear off of Phil’s face.

Phil was confused as to why Dan slowed down. He hadn’t even noticed that he was crying until Dan wiped his face. He was just so overwhelmed. With the intense pleasure he was feeling, with love for Dan. He let out a sob he didn’t know he was holding in.

“I love you, Dan,” was all he could say before he mewled into Dan’s collarbone.

Dan didn’t expect himself to tear up as well. “I love you too, Phil, so much,” he replied sincerely before gradually increasing his pace again. Dan hugged Phil tight as he thrust his hips, he never wanted to forget this moment.

“Gonna...I’m gonna,” Phil managed.

“Me too,” Dan answered, and both of them came, moaning each other’s name.

Dan rocked his hips as he rode out his orgasm, while Phil clenched his ass, making Dan groan in pleasure. Phil came all over his stomach and Dan’s chest, and was surprised when he realised he didn’t even have to jerk off.

When they both have calmed down slightly, Dan pulled out and collapsed on top of Phil. Phil wasn’t bothered, didn’t even unwrap his legs from around Dan’s hips. He did keep his ass clenched though, he wanted to keep Dan’s cum inside him for as long as he could. It was another new favourite sensation he just discovered, he loved feeling warm and full with Dan’s cum in his ass.

They lay like that for a while, listening to each other’s breaths slow down, kissing each other on every inch of skin that they could reach. Soon, Dan got up to Phil’s dismay, but he chuckled and told Phil he wasn’t going very far. He reached for the wipes on the bedside drawer and wiped Phil and himself clean from their mess. Phil whined when he felt Dan’s cum leak out his ass, leaving him feeling empty.

Fuck, he’s so cute, Dan thought as Phil made grabby hands at him when he returned to cuddle by his side. They lay in blissful silence, limbs tangled. Dan stroking Phil’s soft skin and Phil twisting Dan’s curls in his fingers, occasionally pecking each other on the lips.

Phil was the one to break the silence. “You’re gonna have to top more often now,” he said, making Dan giggle.

“Proud of you for trying new things,” he answered and gave Phil a final peck on the lips before they both drifted off to sleep.

#Phanfic #phan smut #phan #phansmut #smut #phan fic #My fic #phil tries new things

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hoesheez · 7 years

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Soonyoung ❤

No intro needed, let's get it!

I. love. This. Man.

With the way he moves his body, its impossible for me to think that he has no idea what he's doing.

Okay, maybe he's not as much of a sex god as I think he is but.....

And maybe I'm biased asf but....

He probably, most likely, is....

*Squeels*

Definitely one of those types thats a freak in the sheets, but a soft boy in the streets!

You'd stare at him from across the room, his delicious aura making you salivate.

He catches your eyes and gives you a playful wink as he blows a kiss in your direction.

And when you're finally alone, you two attach to one another immediately.

His hands burn hot on your skin as he reaches under your shirt to massage your sides.

"I missed you so much, Y/N."

He's always so busy so when the two of you get together, the sex is fucking incredible.

All the pent up tension explodes within the two of you as your lips meet in a fury.

I bet he's an amazing kisser!

Has that look to him, It's controlled, not sloppy, tasty....

His lips are so soft and supple. .

His tongue roams inside of your mouth and you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing yourself further into the kiss

He teases you by moaning and taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

He slides his hand down the front of your pants, making his way quickly towards your already wet folds.

He moans deeply as he feels how wet you already are.

"Fuck y/n, you're already so wet for me."

Fucking tease...

His voice is husky in your ears as he begins to lazily trace circles around your clit.

Your back arches against him, your breasts making contact with his firm chest.

His tongue is on your neck as he nibbles and leaves marks against the soft skin.

Loves giving you hickeys!

Leaves them all over, marking your body as his.

Loves receiving them too, even though he teases you when you leave one in a visible area.

"How am I gonna explain that?"

He'll say with a smirk.

Breaths softly against your skin as he trails hot kisses down your chest.

His hand still in between your legs, making you convulse under him as he picks up speed.

You reach down the front of his pants, taking his member in your hands.

He hisses at the contact and nibbles harder against your collarbone.

"Use your mouth."

Okay!

From what I've seen, he seems to be kinda shy about his body?

So he'd love the praise and body worship you'd give him.

He'll love to watch you take his cock into your wet mouth, watching with intent as you move along his shaft.

His hips buck against your face slowly, his head goes back as he hits the back of your throat.

"Fuck."

His hand goes to the back of your head and he tugs at your hair gently.

God he probably sounds so hot at this point, his breath hitching in his throat as you suck him.

Imagine, looking up at him and he just looks like he's gonna come undone at any second.

His brow glistening with sweat, his mouth agape.

But he wants to make it last, so he brings you up and kisses you on the lips.

He doesn't mind the taste of himself on you.

He lifts you up with ease, pinning you against the wall.

His kiss is hard, full of passion and anticipation of what comes next.

Soonyoung will probably be so sweet about you wanting to use a condom.

"Oh shit I didnt bring any."

He'll look lost for a moment, somewhat worried before you reassure him that you already have some.

The two of you take off one another's clothes and he'd almost trip on his pants.

Omg he's so cute, I wanna die!

But for real he's probably such a dork at times.

"Why are you laughing, Y/N?"

He'd take your legs and wrap them around his waist and push his hard cock into you suddenly.

"Guess I'll have you teach you a lesson."

This is probably when his fweaky side comes out!!

His hips move against you so agonizingly slow that you practically beg him to go faster.

He chuckles against your ear, tugging on the flesh with his teeth.

He picks up speed and finds your spot quickly, taking note of how you react to him.

"You like that y/n?"

Yes.

Ahem...

But you already know......

*insert various gifs of hoshi thrusting like it’s his fucking job*

Damn, it actually is tho....

This. Boy. Can. Move.

Like, in a way that makes you not want to ever let go?

Gawd I'm a cheesebawl!

You clench around him, your muscles holding on for dear life as he continues to penetrate you.

His soft breaths reach your ears and you reach out to wrap your arms around his neck, using the added support to meet your hips with his.

At this point he is sweaty asf!

Lol, he sweats easily, so this kind of activity has got him soaked.

But its not gross cause its him.

This just adds in the movements, your bodies easily slide against one another.

Your moans fill the room as the passion increases.

He looks at you and locks eyes, his forehead touching yours as he rocks his hips into you.

His lips cover your mouth, silencing your pleas for him to move faster.

He's thrusting into you faster now, the contact hitting your clit, adding to the delicious sensation.

Grinding slow, in circles, deep penetrating thrusts, he does IT ALL!

You cry out his name as you reach your peak, your body convulsing at the blinding pleasure.

He holds onto you tightly, bringing you to the edge of the bed as he rides out the last of his thrusts slowly, enjoying the feeling of climaxing with you.

He throws his head back and his face contorts as he comes.

"Ah, Y/N!"

Your name sounds so perfect on his lips, his breath is heavy as he looks down at you, revelling in your disheveled state.

He kisses your knees first, and trails a path up your stomach, past your breasts and up to your lips.

The two of you make-out softly, enjoying the feeling of your orgasms together while he's still inside of you.

He'd be soft after, massaging you and playfully counting all the hickeys he left on your body.

"Oh, this one looks like a heart!"

Soonyoung is back to being his silly self, and you wonder where his inner freak disappears to.

Definitely needs a while to recover before he brings him back out for another round 😏

Kwon Soonyoung, king of passionate, mind blowing sex! Lover of hickeys and head! The boy just wants you to say his name, so please do!!

I love him so much, and now I'm a soft marshmallow.....❤ BITCH I KNOW THIS IS BIASED BUT HEY! SUE ME!!

Lmao, I have plans for other fics and au's with him so stay tuned!

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leftnipsdoodles · 7 years

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almost got ‘em all! thanks everyone for asking! answers are below~

1. What age did you begin getting into art? Why did you get into it? hmmmmm im gonna try to answer this as interestingly as i can. so ive been drawing all my life and i think it was just bc a) there was always art supplies lying around and b) i just had so many things in my head and wanted a way to express them or just get them out. like when i played with my toys i was always completely quiet bc i was imagining everything in my head. sound/speech/words just weren’t as interesting to me as a way to put my thoughts out there as visuals were. also i rly liked ranma 1/2 and wanted to draw it.

4. Do you make merchandise? Favorite kind of merch to make? i don’t. i did think about making charms once, even if just for myself. you know, those cute, chibi-esque ones everybody makes? then i remembered i couldn’t draw sth cute if you put a gun to my head.

5. Who/what are your art inspirations? I listed some of my favorite artists the last time i answered questions like this so i guess this time i’ll go with the ‘what’ rather than the ‘who’. to me, the most inspiring thing are atmospheres. it could be a garbage container with 1000 stickers stuck and half-way teared down on it. the way the colors and rips in the stickers look and how it adds to the mood of the location. or sometimes it’s listening to a certain song at a certain time in a certain place that creates a unique mood and inspires you. but looking at art has never been an inspiration. so there’s that.

6. What is something (a technique, behaviorism, etc.) that you do with drawing that you think is unique to you?

ok but in seriousness, i don’t think there’s anything. any uniqueness comes from a lack of skill and knowledge so i don’t think it’s worth mentioning. like what do you even want me to say?? that i edit pictures i drew in clip studio in ms paint?? bc i do.

7. Describe your style. What would you change? neither here nor there. i feel like you can tell i’m a bit scatterbrained bc my drawings always look like they were done without any kind of direction lmao.. in general, i’d like to draw more realistically. i’d like to look at my own drawings and think ‘this pose looks rly natural, the way the clothes fit, the way the face looks, the perspective, the way this character interacts with the environment; it all looks right’. i’d also like to be able to use colors better but it’s hard when you struggle to name more than 3.

8. How do you get out of an art block? well, usually, I don’t. i’m pretty sure i’ve been in one for the past 3 years or so lmao (lamenting my anguish online) but i’ve been told that just working through it is the best way to go. just drawing. even if you hate everything. future you will thank you for it, bc you’ll probably be learning things while doing so, even if you can’t see it at that moment.

9. Does your style reflect who you are visually or your personality? both tbh. if you saw a pic of myself next to a drawing of proto danny you’d definitely see a resemblance in a way. (things like the clothes i draw him in are a given i think. ive probably drawn 90% of my wardrobe at this point) but my personality too. the things i spend more time on while drawing, the colors i choose, the mood in my drawings. that’s all a part of me. im pretty sure my oc tags are fairly accurate documentation of my mood swings and general attitude towards life throughout time lmao also, this thing i summed up in my tags a few years ago

10. What do you find easiest about drawing? getting the ideas for it

11. What do you find hardest about drawing? actually drawing said ideas. look, the moment i sketch the idea down it’s already 50% worse than i imagined it, then when i go to actually draw the thing it turns into sth so bad that i can’t even come up with a forced joke about the scenario. but anyway, lately the thing that scares me the most about drawing (and why i can hardly do it) is heads. heads heads heads. faces faces faces. i just cant do it man lmao

12. Is art part of your career or a hobby? What is your goal with art in life? my goal is to get a better hobby and to never have to return to drawing ever again. but that’s wishful thinking. i guess it’ll always stay my biggest hobby but i’d consider my life a failure if it ever turned into a career.

13. Advice to give to beginning artists? draw your ideas. never limit your creativity bc you don’t have the skill to express it to its full extent. a crappily drawn picture that conveys a cool idea or creates a cool atmosphere is just as good as an expertly crafted painting that has a lame subject. there’s a reason ppl admire the mona lisa but would rather read 90s manga than stare at that portrait all day. god. i guess motivational speaker is another career that’s out of the question lmao but you get what i mean!!

14. Advice to give to your artist peers?

also don’t take advice from me.

15. What have you drawn recently that you are proud of? ‘recent’ is relative, and so is ‘proud’, but i still rly like how this pic turned out. i just feel like it looks very decided, like i knew what i wanted to do and did it (i didn’t)

16. Show something you drew in the past that shows your improvement. 2017 - 2011

ahh tbh.. looking at this i don’t feel like i’ve improved a lot at all lmao..

17. Show something you drew in the past you’re still proud of. this pic might just be one of my favorites i’ve ever drawn. it’s still alright art-wise and it’s probably the most from-the-heart thing i’ve drawn so obviously, i have a soft spot for it lmao but i also just found this again and i still love it, even tho it’s ugly. also this bone which, infamously, is my crowning achievement

you know what i find funny rn? that it’s hard for me to decide which pic to choose for this question. i mean i went through my old art and cringed a LOT but there’s so many pics that im rly fond of, now that i’ve gained some distance to them. i wonder if it’ll be like that with the stuff i draw now, too.

19. Share a tutorial or reference that helped you. nothing concrete but i’ll mention ‘blind drawing’ again. it helped me get a different feel for the lines i’m drawing and, theoretically, would have made me better at drawing from life too

20. Plug time! Where else can followers find you? in the woods around 3am. don’t make eye contact.

#buff arms reply #no proofreading. also as always: good luck reading this on my blog theme lmfao #(highlight the text)#(then curse me under your breath)

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iguana012 · 7 years

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iguana’s 2017 4CC recap

That moment when you start talking about yourself in the third person’s point of view #iwentthere

Anyway the past weeks have been full of interesting, beautiful, controversial, what the fuck moments. To put it shortly, all those ingredients consisting the very essence of figure skating. Aren’t you glad you got yourself into this hell beautiful world of art and sport in which people are gracious and well mannered and they totally do not bitch and moan about scores, results, politicking and other nonsense. Right?

So 4CC was supposed to be the ~test event~ for the Olympic Games and I’m not gonna lie, if the Olympics are going to be remotely similar to this event I’m just gonna give up on life, beliefs, values and I’ll admit everything I’ve believed in has been a beautiful lie. Injuries, PyeongChang jitters, meltdowns, you name it. I spent the ladies event wishing somebody would call the ambulances, doctors, psychologists, ANYTHING to put most of those girls out of their misery. That competition was so damn tough I felt like I hit my own butt against the ice every time I saw them bombing their programs, bombing their bodies, bombing each other, idek. During the men’s event I was screaming my face off when I saw Yuzuru landing a decent quad loop, only to press my face against the floor the moment he doubled and I mean DOUBLED the next quad. Bro. How do you. How do you rotate a quad loop and fart the salchow. How many times does it have to happen. On the other hand Wenjing Sui and Cong Han owned the party and I’ve had their SP on repeat for the last few days. DAMN. Technically perfect, face giving on point, hair flipping also on point, what else would anyone want? And then there was Tessa Virtue and her lolz partner Scott Moir effectively trolling the rest of the field.

And now here are some of the things I’ve written down DURING the competitions because honestly, nothing can beat whatever shit your brain is spewing when you’re watching the thing versus when you reminisce about it.

4CC LADIES

I believe Wakaba got her shit together for today

She still looks terrified lolz don't die Wakaba pls

omfg

I guess... it's time to pray for Satoko to be in her best condition at Worlds...

omg noooo don't cryyyyy

28 PCS................................

AHAHAHA ZIJUN PLS

The PCS are WILD and not in a good way

Remember when Polina won 4CC

Rika-senpai, do your thing

Ooooh boy

All the PCS points from this event went to Evgenia

That rink looks like a big puddle of water

Poor Wakaba has been dealing with puddles at TDF and now here

RIP Japan & USA's 3 Olympic spots

I hope Mirai shows up like let me show you how it's done

The green room more like the emo room

Wakaba in the emo room like hi Satoko

Mai looks like ~no fucks given~ which is good to see, I guess

How many Rippon jumps has Eteri incorporated in Elizabet's FS stay tuned

Mirai skating like eat shit USFSA

WELL MIRAI JUST SHOWED THEM HOW IT'S DONE

Good job Mai now repeat that at Worlds

I'm jealous of her technique on Satoko's behalf

4CC MEN

HOLY REYNOLDS

THIS CHOREO HIS FACE

(still better than what Nam will probably do lol)

GO HAN DON'T DIE

Han's feeling sexy today

omg clean program wtf

king of midair #faces

His head looks like a pineapple

terminathan is in the building

thank you Keiji for ditching the perm

Keiji pls you're supposed to carry the legacy of Machida guru of headcases

Nam your shirt is blinding me

the way he slows down into his jumps is killing me softly

TERMINATHAN

4Lz-3T CLEAN

4F CLEAN AND BOOTIFUL

i see u fangirling Marin

3A UGLY BUT CLEAN

GOTTA DRINK SMTH BEFORE I SEE THE SCORE FOR THIS BRUH

YOWZA

did Patrick meet Yuna yet

DEARLY BELOVED

(lands 4Lo) YASSS

(doubles 4S) ADHSHSGSEWT

SRSLY NOW

that shit eating grin

ur hair is a mess get a haircut

lmao Shoma don't break a leg tripping on a pooh

KUYASHII

why do u skate to this music Shoma

those intense Machida glares

lol Patrick

uuuhhhh......

i'm guessing he didn't meet Yuna

"sat down on the quad"

oh god Han

Leonardo Di Caprio is suddenly whispering in my ear

he should have a cigarette between his lips

SHE A CAPULET

the green drunk room

.... well Shoma’s fall was in tone with the music

cue emergency combo

COOOMBO COMBO COMBO

COMBOOOO COMBOOOO HAHAHAH

COMBO ERES COMBO YO TODO EL MUNDO COMBO

Shoma has learned the quad loop but he also attached Canadian axels

oh god it's tsundere (Yuzuru)

this one will probs fail on the quads and land the axels

that axis was yolo

hissing between teeth: must. get. this. gold.

what a beautiful flying seaweed

did he just add another fucking quad

i'm totally buying what you sold today zuzuru

look at that he's an angry demanding princess

a sparkling angry seaweed

300+ GIMME FIVE BRORSER

don't die Nathan lol

serious business lutz

Yuzuru and his 4CC curse

is Nathan gonna beat him by 0.33

IT'S OKAY ZUZU IT'S PLATINUM NOT SILVER

Nathan-senshu went from battling Sota-senshu to Sota-senshu's beloved idol

zuzu goes back to 4cc after 84 fucking years and he gets chen'd

Kubo can now write an anime about how zuzu got chen'd

Chen'd !!! On Ice

i think zuzu has enough silver to turn into jewelry. like he can make an engagement ring for his future partner

he's gonna kneel down and say 'this is made of my sweat, tears and blood so will you marry me'

So what have we learned from this experience? A lesson in images:

#Yuzuru Hanyu #Shoma Uno #Nathan Chen #Mai Mihara #Wakaba Higuchi #Satoko Miyahara #Rika Hongo #figure skating #review

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miximax-hell · 7 years

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Happy birthday to me. /o/ And that’s the first and last time I mention it in this post. I don’t care and you shouldn’t either—I just want cake.

FubuGabu is back! Not by popular demand because, well, no one has asked for it, although the feedback I got was lovely. But, hey, I had this material ready, so might as well do something with it, lame as it might be.

These are some early and not-so-early doodles of FubuGabu. The latter was pretty much the base of the final design, but the former… that’s from 2014 or something wild like that. I actually had many more doodles and concepts, but I hated them all so much that I erased most of them. I’m surprised I could save that one. I might have kept it because it was a full lineart, I guess. In any case, I’m glad I could find that much.

Since it’s fitting to do, let’s talk about FubuGabu’s design today! There’s a lot to talk about, but my memory is awful, so I’m sure I’ll forget about some things. I hope it won’t betray me too much.

Anyway, as usual, more under the cut.

Well, well, well. Ain’t this boy one little shit. Fudou gave me nightmares. Kidou is still giving me nightmares (to the point where I’m considering changing the idea I’ve had for around a year now). Someoka was awful to draw and make sense of. Max’s tail was awful to work with. But Fubuki? Fubuki is on a whole different level.

Let’s start by talking about the final design, since that’s the better one. Not even good, just better. That’s an epic victory as it is, so who cares.

FubuGabu’s design, as the reference sheet and my last post states, is not based on Gabumon, but on Gabumon’s line. What this means is that it has elements from (almost) every single one of Gabumon’s evolutions. Just for the sake of satisfying people’s curiosity, namely @IshidoShuuji’s, I’ll list the different elements here, since that’s the easiest and most straightforward way to explain it:

Tsunomon: eyes, colour of the face.

Gabumon: horn, face stripes, teeth, hair ears.

Garurumon: eyebrows, pretty much all of the hair, hair tail, forehead marks.

WereGarurumon: nose stripes, pretty much all of the hair, earrings, eye scar.

So, no, MetalGarurumon, Punimon and Omnimon/Omegamon aren’t part of the design. …Or are they?

Just kidding. They are not. ww But you shouldn’t rule them out just because of that. Well, no—rule Omnimon out. There will be no Agumon miximax, so that isn’t going to happen. I don’t want to keep people’s hopes up for nothing. I made it pretty clear from the start that I wouldn’t use a franchise twice, but I bet most people don’t know that. So, yeah.

Now that I have broken down the elements, let’s look at them from up close. This is truly a difficult design to understand, so I’ll get the explaining done as I move along.

Let me start with Tsunomon’s part. I used the colour of Tsunomon’s skin because it looks human: I didn’t want to turn Fubuki into a furry—I mean, have him all covered in hair, because it just looks weird. It was either Tsunomon’s skin or Gabumon’s, and he’s BRIGHT YELLOW. So you’re welcome.

The eyes have changed very dramatically. Tsunomon’s aren’t all that complex compared to Gabumon’s, for example, so it was easier to pull off without screwing up too much. That’s in the early concept you can see above, Fubuki has eyes based on Gabumon’s instead and it looks like he’s using about 4kg of eyeliner, hah— You’re gonna run out of money if you wear so much of it every single day, pal.

They’re not exactly Tsunomon’s eyes, although it’s a rather radical change. As I mentioned when I talked about Creature miximaxes, eyes get rather distinctive shapes when animals (or monsters) are involved. I did something that goes against my analysis, though: I added light to FubuGabu’s eyes. Just because I hate myself and because it looked kinda weird without it.

While Tsunomon’s eyes are completely round, FubuGabu’s actually follow the shape of Fubuki’s eyes, although vaguely. The irises are Fubuki’s, period. I simply extended the lines to match the new shape of the eye. The lower eyelid creates a straight line based on the hypothetical line of Fubuki’s eyes, which is visible in coloured art. The outer part of the eyes also matches that of Fubuki, not to mention that I kept the fold over the upper eyelid and the little marks below the eyes. The main difference, therefore, is the thicker contour (which is linked to the spikes) and the curve that replaces the right angles on Fubuki’s usual eyes.

Let’s move on to Gabumon. His marks were probably the toughest to place, and it doesn’t help that Fubuki’s refs are so BAD. REALLY. Many, most characters have references that match. Maybe not perfectly, but almost. But Fubuki? Fubuki ain’t need none of that crap. When you are this FABULOUS, no one cares about your face changing size and shape in every screenshot or your hair going longer and shorter every 5 seconds. Everyone is blinded by your sparks, anyway, so who will notice?

I noticed. But anyway. ww

Since Gabumon only has markings on half of his body (since the rest is all yellow), I let FubuGabu borrow those on Gabumon’s nose. Actually, if you were to strip FubuGabu (please don’t do that), you’d see that his whole body is covered with markings. I like to think that those belong to Gabu, even if they could easily belong to Garuru or Were instead. Still, that means that the marks on his neck are Gabu’s.

As for the marks on his cheeks, they were very easy to place on the front view and frustrating to figure out elsewhere. I just gave up on them at some point and thought, “meh, Inazuma has pulled off weirder stuff!” They’re supposed to end somewhere behind the jaw, though, but before reaching the neck. Hence why I actually drew the jawline ww

The horn and the teeth are pretty self-explanatory, but I’ll point something out about the latter: I only added two teeth even though Gabumon has many because I wanted some kind of parallelism with Someoka. He, too, has two teeth, but they grow on the opposite direction. True teammates who complement each other!

Now, for the hair ears, aka those things growing from the sides of his head. Those are 100% hair—they don’t really serve a purpose. As such, using Gabumon’s seemed like the best idea. After all, what makes WereGarurumon’s ears interesting are the earrings, but how do you put an earring on hair? As for Garurumon, his ears are just more boring than Gabumon’s. Gabu’s ears are kind of quirky and worn out, which is a cool little thing that I felt like adding. Also, Garuru’s ears go upwards and I didn’t dig that.

Regardless, Garurumon is probably the star of this design. Most of the bigger elements are based on him, after all. You could argue that many of them also belong to Were, but I was looking at Garuru when I designed them. I guess that’s enough of a reason. I guess.

There was an element of Garuru’s design that I really, really wanted to add to Fubuki: the feather-shaped hair growing from his back. You know, these things:

After fiddling with that idea a whole lot, I eventually realised that it was best to keep it simple and shape Fubuki’s hair to look like those… however you wanna call them. I’ll just call them feathers. It may not be a perfect resemblance (and it may not make perfect sense either lmao), but I definitely thought it looked the best. These are actually not too hard to draw:

The first feather (from the top) follows the natural curve of Fubuki’s hair, but instead of curving down again, it creates an arrow-like shape.

The second feather starts and ends in the exact same spots as Fubuki’s, but instead of curving upwards, it’s completely horizontal.

The third one is the trickiest: it’s long and doesn’t match Fubuki’s normal hair. The part that touches the second feather starts where it should, but the part that touches the fourth one doesn’t. It’s tough to explain, so here’s a picture that will hopefully make it all clear:

The last feather is shorter and isn’t as diagonal as the third one, but it does start and end at odd places, too. The “trick” to draw it is keeping in mind that the third and the fourth feathers end at pretty much the same height:

The fifth feather isn’t even a feather; it’s just a simple spike. Nothing relevant there ww

Garurumon is also responsible for the marks next to the ears and the one on the forehead, not to mention the top of the head in general. The ones on the ears weren’t too bad, but the forehead was frustrating. As I mentioned, Fubuki’s references are a mess and I draw over them for the sake of keeping the original proportions, but it backfired in this case. Since they’re all so different from each other, Fubuki’s forehead grows bigger or smaller depending on the view, so the forehead mark is radically less visible sometimes, even though it technically shouldn’t be. Still, rather than repositioning it every time, I thought it made more sense to place it correctly to settle for a specific place, so that’s what I did.

Now, the top of the head is tricky. Let’s start by saying that it’s based on Garurumon’s back. Maybe WereGarurumon’s too, but I couldn’t find a single picture of Were’s back, so who knows. As you can see in the following image, Garuru’s back has a long, thin line that goes from his head to his tail, and that’s exactly what happens to FubuGabu too. You can’t quite see the end of the line because of the hair, but it’s still there… technically.

That thin line sprouts into a bunch of rugged lines, and that’s exactly what happens with FubuGabu too. The lines are rather random (and I didn’t spend much time figuring the size out, whoops), but they do follow some certain shapes. The closest line to the face might be rugged, but it goes straight down. The second one starts from way back, but it’s shaped like an arrow pointing at the face. The tips of both lines are fairly close, too. The third line is way smaller than the rest, and is also the last one you can see, but definitely not the last one in general.

Let’s talk about Fubuki’s little sprout as well. As you know, Fubuki’s sprout has two locks of hair, but FubuGabu’s has three. That’s because FubuGabu’s is also based on Garurumon: to be more specific, on this part:

I tried adding that part just the way it is by sticking it to the forehead, but I didn’t like the result at all, so I figured it was best to do something funny with Fubuki’s sprout instead. Oh, well. Choices! And talk about choices, I added Garurumon’s tail simply so the hair would be a complete portrayal of his figure. As I mentioned in the post I linked to above, miximaxing with creatures often leads to that, so yeah.

The hair is obviously the biggest and most visible part of FubuGabu’s design, but Garuru hogs quite a few other spots. Not Gabumon, nor Tsunomon, nor WereGarurumon (nor Punimon) have eyebrows, so I was pretty much forced to use Garurumon’s. Not like I mind, because they’re pretty awesome. It’s kind of sad that they’re usually not visible, but, to be honest with you guys… they’re kind of a pain to draw because of their very specific shape. So I’m secretly glad. ww

And last, but not least, WereGarurumon. Ah, what a little shit. How come there are official linearts for MetalGarurumon, but not for WereGarurumon? Anyway. ww

Were’s contribution is pretty straightforward. Earrings, a scar and marks. There are a couple of things worth mentioning, though.

For the earrings, I noticed too late that Were has both white and red earrings. I was going to use the red earrings because they stand out more, but I noticed that the visible ear was on the side of the white ones… And it was too late to change the design completely, so I just went for the white. Too bad, but life is simply unfair. Especially when you don’t pay attention.

Now, the nose marks are funny. I struggled so much with those. As you can see on the second picture of this post, they were originally going to be shaped like triangles, but I didn’t dig that. And even after I changed the design, I couldn’t get them right, which was… frustrating.

(Also, it took me a long time to realise that the bridge of the nose would be hiding one half of the marks in every view except the front one. After I did, though, everything finally looked better. Thank goodness.)

Anyway, I think that pretty much covers the final design, but let’s also talk about the early designs real quick.

Nothing much to say about the second picture of the post. I just made sure to make some sense out of the markings and retouched the elements I mentioned above. Well, I tried to polish everything, really.

Now, the first picture of the post is easily over 2 years old. It was one of the first, if not the very first, concept of FubuGabu. And, man, what a mess.

It was like, “what does Garurumon have? Feather thingies! SO LET’S ADD THEM EVERYWHERE.” The feather thingies appear on his forehead, the locks of hair over his face, on his hair and even behind his head. I could never figure the latter out—but, man, did I spend hours trying to make those work. And all because Garurumon has feather on his face and on his back, so I felt like FubuGabu needed two layers of feathers too. Thankfully, I eventually realised many of these elements simply weren’t needed, like that second layer of feathers, the earrings on Garurumon’s ear (which, again, are made of hair, so wtf), and… the ring at the end of the tail? Where did that come from? This is Garurumon, not Gatomon! Geez, self!

Some of the early elements made it to the final design. The overall shape of his eyebrows, the markings on the head, the neck and the cheeks and even the horn, just to mention a few. The final feel to it is completely different, though.

This is probably because of how different the hair looks. FubuGabu’s original hair was full of feathers, but they didn’t fit Fubuki’s normal hair. They were randomly coming out of his head for whatever reason. Not to mention that the hair falling over his face looks like tentacles rather than anything else. It looks like a miximax with Squidward rather than with Gabumon. Ugh, I hate myself. XD

One last note: I don’t know where the forehead mark on that first design comes from. I guess it’s meant to be Gabumon’s, somehow? I forgot and I’m too tired to investigate it. It probably never made sense, anyway. XD

I think I covered everything! But, phew, that took long. Still, if anything isn’t clear or there’s something I forgot to mention, please let me know!

(Also, I’m too tired to re-read this post, so excuse the many typos that I probably made. I’ll check it out... eventually.)

#Fubuki Shirou #Aliea Raimon #Inazuma Japan #designs #sketch #Inazuma Eleven #miximax #mixi max #info

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someone fuck me in the asshole honestly im shocked how can this dude NOT UNDERSTAND??? hes really good at cognitive empathy, he has a nice moral compass he follows ”be kind, be nice” but he cant fucking FEEL what hes doing

and like....... thats important to me??? and apaprebtly NO ONE has ever criticized him for it or whatever? like his ”intentions”?? ofc he cant help he doesnt feel emotional empathy but he literally cant spot the DIFFERENCE!!! he’s like ”as long as im kind and a nice human being” like bitch NOO!!!! i like you!!! you ”like” me, but you like me bc u think im interesting and you think we can learn from each other. which also is important OF COURSE!! but BITCH I LIKE YOU BC I FEEL FOR YOU THATS DIFFERENT

we’ve known each other for like 3 weeks, met 5 times and we’ve already had 3 major fights??? mainly over text/phone but still.... he’s so fycking mean? he really tries to manipulate me that ugly fucking whore!!! he guilt trips me all the fuxking time i cant say anything he’ll explode and i need to apologize or some shit otherwisw it would never end. and i know what the fuck he’s doing because i used to be the exact same. honestly we are similar in many aspecrs EXCEPT for the ”feel”-part. i feel TOO MUCH. and the difference is that im not manipulating him.... because i KNOW i cant. i know he’d see right through me, there’s no POINT

like i used to be like that too, maybe i still am. i ALWAYS win fights, no mercy. its like i turn off my empathy during fights but AT LEAST i feel AFTERWARDS!!! he doesnt. he realize he did wrong bc of his ”morality”. bitch i could CRY, because he literally scolded me over phone when i was on the bus and there was NOTHING i could do to stop him. i tried to talk to him but he only continues cus i fkn refuse to oBEY HIS ORDERS??? but i cant hang up either cus then he’d never talk to me again and i’d feel like shit......

he’s pretty calm irl, ive never seen him angry irl and i hope i never will holy SHIT!!! he’s so good at hurting, like he turns everything youve ever said to him against you. he’s so fucking good at it cus he’s so god damn good at reading people. thats what makes him so charming. i DONT UNDERSTAND how can his precious girlfriends not have CARED??? apparently i’m the first to criticize him and one of the few to trigger him and im like..... bruh how?? i literally dont say anything and you fucking explode?? are your family and friends blind??? are you doing this to me because you THINK the manipulation will work??

also...... he sees it as something positive that sick bastard. hes like ”well i think this could be good” and im like ”uhhhh bitch it is I who get scolded???” and hems like ”but i feel and too :((” he’s such a fkn dumbass. this is his politics too. he believes in reverse racism and is probably sexist too smhhh. i was like ”are u dumb, u hit me in the face and tell me its bad for you too bc u feel vad abt hitting me??”

i am impressed by how he chose to ve ”kind” or whatever instead of psycho even though i still think he’s selfish and does it for his own gain aka he LOVES to learn things, experience things. he’s very ambitious, energetic and curious. but he doesnt understand. he’s like ”well im kind to you thats all that matters?”

the thing is, he’s not even kind??? he basically forced me to taste his disgusting vanilla coffee OTHERWISE he would take the blanket away??? he sees it as teasing and it kind of is yeah..... if i didnt know that his 1000% serious?? he honestly think its a ducking compromose?? im lile ”uhh a improvisera would be for me to taste a little coffee and then you to give me another blanket or AT LEAST stop nagging”

and when i finally tasted the ugly coffee he wanted to know if i thought it was good and i said ”yeah its ok” bc im not a liar, it was better than expected. and hes like ”thats all i wanted to hear” I KNOW BITCH, YOURE NOT THAT FUCKING SLICK ITS PRETTY FKN OBVIOUS

also he always adds rules??? everythings always on his conditions? also he kinda thinks i should be thankful for him not being an asshole??? or maybe its that i actually VRITICIZE his intentions. yeah i think that brothers him. i think he thinks it entertaining because he doesnt care when he get angry. i didnt use to either. i could just forget te fight and move on, it wasnt important to me. but fuck now when i KNOW what its like......

im like ”ur threatening me to drink coffee” and hes like ”arent u happy i put extra much vanilla for you?? i usually drink much stronger but i didnt for u? arent u happy i gave u the blanket? i actually was goong to put it on the couch and leave u cold but i didnt?” BUT HE ONLY PUT ECTRA VANILLA SO I WPULD TELL HIM IT TASTES GOOD SO HIS EGO CAN BE BOOSTED

calso he kinda forced me to drink alohol?? i was like ”im feeling like shit if i throw up its tour fault and you will have to clean up” and he’s like ”no you’ll have to clean up” BITCH I SONT EVEN WANT TO DRINK YOURE PUSHING ME

soooo many red flags fuck i really SHOULD leave now when i can and now when im not too emotionally invested. but oMG IM SO CURIOUS!!! we’re so similar yet so different!!! we can relate to each other in some ways the bad thing is that since he actually cant FEEL empathy, he doesnt BELEIVE me even when i tell him the truth. im not sad bc i want to manipulate him. im not even sad that his words are huetful even though they are, because i know he’s fucking weong. im sad because he treats me lile this. im sad because i like HIM!!! i genuinely LIKE HIM!! but he doesnt fucking understand?? he doesnt understand the difference between LIKING someone and LIKING to HANG OUT with someone. i like him because i like HIM I FEEL HIM, he only likes to hang out with me.

he talks about this as ”his way” and ”bot traditional” way of feeling. his version and definition of ”love” and ”affvtion” is so fucking weird??? we were cuddling and he said ”wow u make me feel more” LMAO BULLSHIT. I CALL FUCKING BULLSHIT YOU ONLY SAY THAT CUS U THINK THATS WHAT I WANT TO HEAR

im partly okay with him being low empathy, he cant help it and i actually genuinely believe he believes he’s doing the RIGHT thing. like he believes it so much and... i guess he is?? like what choice does he have? he cant fucking feel, the least he can do is be kind anyways. he cant help that its not genuine and i guess i’ll have to accept that, but i al NOT GOING TO FALL FOR THOSE CHEAP TRICKS. i didnt say anything but i bet he would even understand if i pointed it out. he’d be like ”but its true!! i feel more with you” no bitch, you only say/think that because you WANT to be with me and now when you know thats what i want to hear thats what you say. smhhh

also i remember in the beginning when i kinda confessed and he was like ”it takes time for me to like someone” and in like???? uhhh okay? and i was anxious abt it cus i really didnt understand what the fuck we were and he just kept ”it takes time for me to like someone” to i was like ”okay but its not like im super super deeply in love with you or anything?? like.... i can like people??” BUT NOW I FUCKING UNDERSTAND HE LITERALLY MEANS BASIC ASS EMPATHY. IT TAKES TIME FOR HIM TO FEEL BASIC ASS EMPATHY FOR OTHER PEOPLE

i just dint understand how the fuck he’s able to still have a family and friends and stuff. how..... how can no one care??? i said ”theyre being manipulated” and hes like ”no i just dont think they care. they just like that im kind and dont think much abt it” but both youre not kind??? but when i tell im its not genuine he goes with the ”well we’re all egoists anyqays, we’re all doing things for ourselves, ur egoist too” yeah but i can still FEEL

i dont wanna be a dick. maybe its just me?? maybe its just because i feel so much and thats why i really NEED that genuine feeling?? no, i know why...... fuCK ME!!! i CARE because i like him 😔😔 bc i think hes so smart and interesring and i see him as someone potential and thats why i keep test him like this 😔 and its for no use because i cant change who he is 😔😔 would i care about these things with some other guy??? no. because i sont care abt them, but i care abt him and thats why 😔😔

hes not even guilt tripping me for it (wow ”yay” ) he just doesnt understand. he doesnt understand the difference or why i find it important. he just sees it as ”him being different” and ”him feeling in another way”. thats not it. this is not normal. this is because of childhood trauma and im so fucking sad for you, no offense, youre doing tour best but thats so sad

well anyways, even if i were to accept his WEIRD ASS DEFINITION OF LOVE he STILL needs to fucking stop with his abuse??????!!!! out of the 3 fights he has told me 2 times he’s going to ”try” but bitch WE KNOW HE WONT. HE CANT! HE CANT BECAUSE HE CANT FEEL WHEN ITS ENOUGH. IF HE FELT EMPATHY HE WOULD KNOW WHEN TO STOP. BUT HE CANT. im just waiting for him to explode someday. i literally asked him ”what should i do next time” and he’s like ”idk, i cant tell you what to do”. omg its true. theres nothing i can do, he’d still be so pissed at me no matter what. and me just asking him is such a BIG RED FLAG like we ALL KNOW.... or not him. he’s like ”maybe we wont fight” LMAO HAHAH YEA BITCH NICE TRY BUT WE WILL BC U START IT

hes so fucking sensitive. we had a misunderstanding, he started to scold me, i got mad and he kept gaslighting ”no i didnt scold you” and when i called him out on gaslighhting..... oh boy...... he got SO FUCKING MA, accuses ME of gaslighting him?? accuses me of ”starting” it with my ”passie aggressiveness” ok maybe i was passive aggressive but i WOULDNT IF HE DIDNT SCOLD ME ABOUT IT. i cant ever criticize him because he goes bananas. ok maybe im not the best to criticize others, im very....... bold. BUT I KNOW IM RIGHT??

last time he got angry because i said ”ppl listen to you bc ur a white man” and he started to bring up his childhood, told me im insensitive, theeatened me to hang up, never talk to me again if i didnt ”respect” him aka ”obey” him, he guilt truppen me, told me no one would want to me with me blah blah blah

a part of me is happy u dont really fall for that bullshit. like yes if course im HURT!!! but as i said, im not really hurt because he really is trying to hurt me. he really WANTS to hurt me. he even takes pride in it?? ”im very good at making people feel very good, and im very good at making people feel very bad” it makes me so FRUSTRATED BECAUSE I LIKE HIM I WANT HIM TO SEE AND UNDERSTAND SO HE CAN GROW, THAT IS EMPATHY PEOPLE, THAT IS GENUINE LOVE

we’re so different. we use completely different tactics. when i used to manipulate my ex.... i NEVER did personal attacks like he does. i never used smth personal AGAINST them.... i was more about.... guilt tripping? more about ”u dont love me, pity me”. im not saying thats good, i was horrible but what he does is just MEAN. i dont understand how anyone can keep up with that kind of behavior. i even told him when we fought and he responded ”well i need to keep up with u”. he always does that and that actually hurts because i like him. and he knows that. he always says ”ive been sitting here, listening to you, been kind to you and....” etc. etc

WHYYYYYY am i the only one criticizing him?? WHY is he like this to me? is it because i see through his ugly acting?? is it even possible for us to ever be healthy together? we can learn from each other, no doubt. but is it healthy???

when i tell him i feel bad bc of horrible manipulative and emotional abusive things ive done he understand but hes like...... ”thats ok dont be so hard on yourself, just learn, everyone makes mistakes” but like no?? THIS IS NOT OKAY!!! he also keeps saying i’ll become like him and like ”stop caring” bc ”we cared too much before” but NO I DONT WANT TO BECOME LIKE YOU!! I ADMIRE YOUR THINKING SKILLS AND ID LIKE TO LEARN SOME OF THAT BC WERE POLAR OPPOSITES YOU THINK, I FEEL. YOU CANT FEEL, I CANT THINK AND HANDLE MY FEELINGS

i dont WANT to. thats the difference. im not satisfiera!!! i told him i dont want to apologize to my ex best friend (who i treated like shit) until it feels GENUINE and hes like ”pfft... its better than nothing. she wont know if its genuine anyways” and im like bitch.... i WANT to be genuine because i think she would appreciate it more and I would feel better about it and hes like ”oh so its cus u wanna feel good about it” OH MY GOD HES SO ANNOYING

i really should pack mt bags and run. why did i have to fall for him UGHHHHH. why do i let him treat me like this when i’d never let ANYONE else do it. its so weird, im very picku with guys. i dont fall for ANYONE. i ALWAYS pick nice and kind guys so why him? i thought he was nice, yeah fair enough, but i still like him even though he isnt? i dont think its me being awfullt desperate, i really wouldnt let anyone be like this. like BOY HE BEKIEVES IN FUXKING REVERSE RACISM DO YALL THINK I WOULD HANG IUT WITH SOMEONE LIKE THAT??? or maybe i am desperate. yes i am. im desperate for the connection i feel. thats kinda sad. i feel a strong bond to/with him, i feel like we’ve been through some things and i still look up to him and how he has recovered. he gives me hope that i can also be happy one day. I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE HIM but i still want to learn from him. and i sont think i will ve like him because im not a sociopath. i just want to take the good stuff and then become better

omg i really am similar to him. im really here feeling superior. i do feel superior because i can feel. i feel superior and a part of me wants to use him. hes a real challenge. i dont think i can maniplate him, it would be amazing to have him feel something for me...... IH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A FUCKING MESS. NO THIS IS NOT IT. I DO LIKE HIM IM NOT LIKE HIM. IM NOT THAT FUCKED UP

i get really annoyed when he claims im similar that i also want to control and manipulate and im like NO BITCH WERE SIMILAR BUT NOT HERE, like not when im trying to be calm and grown up and have us silver things, not when im crying because he huet my feelings but................ maybe hes right. or maybe hes just manipulating me??? maybe its both. ofc its both. i WAS HURT, i actually HAD anxiety!!!! if that bastard could feel, he would have known it was GENUIKE. AND HE WOULD HAVE KNOWN IM TRYING TO BE CALM AND AN ASULR BECAUSE HE SURE AS HELL FUXKING ISNT AND I ACTUALLY LIKE YOU BITCH I WANT TO SOLVE THIS FOR MY OWN SAKW TOO SO I CAN BE WITH YOU WITHOUT FEELING LIKE A CHEAP WHORE WITH NO SELF RESPECT.... BUT YES OF COURSE I WANTED HIM TO FEEL FOR ME TOO. IT DISTURBS ME SO MUCH THAR I DONT HAVE AN EFFECT ON HIM HEA LIKE A STONE AND OFC IF ANYONE SAW US FIGGT I’D LOOK LIKE THE CALM ONE. hes wrong though bc i used to think like that too with my ex bff. i used to think damn shes only like that so she can feel superior to be and humiliate me but no. she was right. she was more mature than me and she did what she had to do AND THATS WHAT IM DOIKG TO SO FUCK YOU

only way for me to manipulate him would be sexually. he’s that pathetic. a fucking horny dick, thats what he is. but it wouldnt even be manipulation because honestly if hes that fucking horny then its his choice. its not like i’d ever r*pe him, i dont even wanna have sex with him that guy has some HIGH STANDARDS i feel like a virgin next to him but since im not he would also expect more smh. i dont even dare to kiss him back. im only used to virgins so they dont have any experience lmao but... fuck i cant this time

he’s so cockt though for real. he brags about this and that all the time which is kind of his charm..... if it wasnt for the fact that hes always so competitive and serious LMAO. like it would really hurt his ego if i questioned him. imagine me telling him his sex, kisses, brain/psychology or smth was bad. i swear to god he would want to scold me and call me some real nasty things but he probably wouldnt

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