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concreteburialplot · 5 months

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The Wonder Of You

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 4.5k

summary: you surprise your boyfriend with festive lingerie for his birthday. he shows you just how grateful he is with all the love he has in his corazón.

warnings: sweet, soft, FLUFFY, making love, soft dom!nick, festive (xmas-y), established dom/sub relationship, quite domestic, fingering/handjob, oral [m receiving], throat fucking, p n v, creampie, praise, again nick has a big fat one sorry it's just canon at this point - massive cocks are rare but he's got one ok, 18+ MDNI

a/n: happy birthday nicky🩷

And when you smile, the world is brighter You touch my hand, and I'm a king

Your kiss to me is worth a fortune Your love for me is everything

I'll guess I'll never know the reason why You love me as you do

That's the wonder The wonder of you

- 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙔𝙤𝙪 // 𝙀𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙨 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

Your boyfriend sits in the living room while you spend time curating the perfect set up for his birthday in your bedroom. You already lit the candles, mostly unscented but some which smell like a warm campfire and one that smells like candy cane, because you know he likes that one especially. There’s a playlist softly playing in the background, curated with a mix of his favorite songs that set a tone, lots of Deftones of course.

You undress and pile your clothes on top of the hamper before slipping on the set you bought for his birthday. It was lacy red triangles covering your breasts and it flowed down over your torso in a light mesh. You step into what is really a joke and an overstatement of being called underwear – it was just a couple of straps, completely bare in the middle between your legs. A pair of puffballs hang just above your ass and the edges of the babydoll top are lined in white fluff. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror you smooth out the mesh and take in your silhouette. Your immediate reaction is discomfort, feeling like these are clothes you don’t belong in. The outfit is too revealing, too holiday-y, too colorful, too much.

But you know how much he loves Christmas and how much he won’t care what you’re wearing once he sees you in lace. Man brains are quite simple after all, he probably won’t be able to tell you the color of the outfit when he’s done with you.

You sigh, making a mental note to push your insecurities to the side for the night and try to just embrace your sensuality for him.

Your hand hesitates before turning the doorknob and peaking your head out. He must’ve gotten bored since you see him working on some tattoo design on his iPad.

“Okay. Ready.” You say quickly before shutting the door and making it to the edge of the bed. You sit and unwrap a candy cane to suck on.

It’s clear he was unsure what exactly he was walking into by the surprised look on his face as he takes in the room before landing on you.

“Oh.” His eyes wide and locked on you. “This is what you’ve been working on?” He asks, crossing the room over to you. “What’s all this for?”

“Your birthday silly.” You place the end of the candy cane in your mouth and pull it out with a pop, your eyes fixated on his.

He glances over at the clock on the nightstand reading 11:14 pm. “Well, it’s not my birthday quite yet.”

“I figured we could start off strong.” You shrug, “I’m sure by the time we’re done it’ll be your birthday anyway.”

“Quite a bold assumption, with how fucking good you look.” He jokes, not being able to stay off your body.

“Mmm.” You hum around the candy cane before pulling it out to speak. “I’m sure we can make it last.”

You find his wrist and carefully bring it down while you part your legs for him, letting his fingers find your exposed pussy.

His eyes round at the discovery, “Fuck you’re so wet already.” He mumbles, cupping your cheek to tilt your face up to him. “You’re this wet just from wanting to please me?”

You hum an “mhm” around the sugary cane looking up at him.

His fingers glide up your folds exploring you while his eyes can’t look anywhere besides your occupied mouth. “Fuck baby.” The hand on your cheek slides down to around your throat, gently with no pressure. “I need that to be my cock in your mouth.”

You knew it wouldn’t take long for him to slip into his usual self. You hook your finger at the curve in the cane and slide it past your lips, letting your lips stay parted for him.

“Mmm.” His hand around your throat slithers up to your jaw and tugs his thumb across your lips before dipping it into your mouth. You instantly wrap your lips around his finger and suck on him just as you would his cock. Your eyes never leave his as you do so.

“Oh, what a good girl, getting a head start.” He praises which only fuel you.

You hum and nod around his finger while your hands fumble to find his zipper. You waste no time trying to palm him over his jeans, you don’t want to keep him waiting on his birthday after all. You tug his pants and underwear down past his knees, letting his hard cock spring free smacking against his stomach. No matter how long you’ve been together the sight of his size never ceases to amaze you. It never fails to fill your tummy with excitement and fear.

You don’t hesitate to begin working his length in your hands. His skin is silky smooth to the touch and the blood rushing through his member makes his veins so prominent beneath your fingertips.

The feeling of your hands has his eyes fluttering closed for just a second. His fingers never halted between your legs, now slipping into your entrance.

He leans down and presses his forehead against yours before pulling his thumb from your mouth. His gray-blue eyes lovingly track yours as he holds your jaw gently. “You are so pretty.” He says softly in the space between you two, so quiet you’d think the room was full of people and he only wanted you to hear.

A blush coats your cheeks, and you shake your head. “No, no. I look so silly.”

“Uh uh,” He nudges his nose against yours sweetly, “You know better than to say no to me.”

A small smile tugs at your lips, because for some reason it makes you feel so safe when he asserts himself like that. “Yes sir.” You reply meekly.

The edges of his lips tug up into a grin, “That’s my girl.” He whispers.

He pulls away just a bit to glance around the room, the red LED lights with the Christmas lights hung around the room and all the candles lit. “You did this all for me?” He asks quietly, holding your chin up.

“Of course.” You whisper back, looking up at him in awe. Even when his hair in a messy bun and thick rimmed glasses, he’s still the most handsome man in the world to you. “You work so hard. You deserve a little fun. And what’s more fun than having me be a toy for you?”

A chuckle escapes his lips, “While I can’t argue with that, I don’t need all of this for my birthday. It’s just another day to me, you know that.”

“I know. But I love you.” You state softly, nuzzling your cheek against his palm. “You deserve everything, and I just want to make you feel good. I want to show you how much I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiles and leans down to your lips pressing a long kiss against them. “Well, let’s get that pretty mouth of yours to work then, hm?”

Rosy-pink tints your cheeks and a flurry of butterflies swirl in your tummy. You nod and let him pull his fingers from you. He slips them into his mouth and sucks them clean, humming at your taste. “God, you taste so fucking good.”

“Sh.” You wave off his compliment, mostly because it worsens the warmth on your cheeks.

The bed squeaks a bit as you readjust to lay flat on your stomach to be level with his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of it. Thick and massive, the first half of his shaft a darker shade of his olive skin tone, with the second half much lighter. His tip swollen and pink with a driblet of precum pooling at the head.

You take no time in licking a fat strip up his slit before taking his head into your mouth. He lets out a grunt at the stimulation of your warm mouth around him. His hand finds your head and tangles his fingers into your hair.

You savor him, rolling swirls on the underside of his cock and then circling around the tip. His head is so big it almost fills your entire mouth, so you use your hands to take care of the rest of his length as you begin bobbing on him.

“Fuck.” He groans, tugging at your hair a bit, “Fuck that feels so good.”

You swoon at the praise which makes you work harder. Your hands working him, squeezing around his shaft for extra stimulation. You move up and down on him, taking as much of him in your mouth as you can, letting him hit the back of your throat each time.

“God, look how good you are for me, taking me so well.” He grunts a bit, rutting his hips for work just a little, knowing that too much might hurt you.

Your heart swells at his words and the noises he’s making, you can tell how much he’s enjoying himself and that’s all you wanted. You wiggle your ass up a bit just to show off just how little the strappy lingerie covers you.

“Mmm.” He hums, his hand running down your back and squeezing a cheek before landing a hard smack against it.

While you half expected it, it still stings but it’s exactly what you wanted. You know he won’t hurt you too much tonight since he’s being so sweet but usually, he loves hurting you and you love taking it.

You whine around his member and take him even deeper down your throat. You try your best to suppress a gag the deeper you go on him, but it’s not that successful. His fingers curl stiffer around your hair at the sound and swivels his hips forward ever so slightly, enough to make you gag again. He chuckles at your struggle, deriving twisted pleasure out of it. When you don’t give him a warning sign he pushes further down your throat. His favorite thing is testing just how far you’ll go for him. He loves how hard you work for him, and he doesn’t take it for granted, he loves watching his best girl choke on his cock.

You whine around him again and look up at him with your eyes filling with tears from the pain of his girth in your throat.

His lips pull to a sinister smirk at the sight of your makeup running down your face. “Oh my, look at you.” He loosens his grip in your hair and instead combs through it as he speaks. “You look so fucking gorgeous with your pretty mouth full of my cock.”

The praise alone has you nearly dripping on the bed and fills your heart with loving pride. You want nothing more than to please him and make him happy, especially on his birthday.

You moan with your mouth full and looking up at him through your thick lashes and he looks down at you in awe.

“Can I try something with you, my love?” He asks sweetly, as if he doesn’t have the power to command you to do whatever he wanted.

You pull off of him with a pop, nodding with a string of drool still hanging from his tip to your mouth.

“How about you lay on your back for me huh? Hang your head off the edge of the bed.”

Fear slithers up your spine at the idea of him having that much more access to your throat from that angle.

Nick picks up on your hesitation and bends down to your eyelevel, taking your chin gently between his fingers. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to baby. But I promise I’ll be gentle, okay? You can pat my thigh if you need me to stop.”

You tug at your bottom lip in thought but ultimately agree with an “okay” in an already raspy voice. You do as he asked and flipped onto your back, letting your head hang just off the mattress edge.

“Good girl.” He stretches out the words as he watches you put your body on display for him.

His leans down you as soon as you’ve settled. He uses both hands to gently finish brush all the rogue hairs away from your face and neck. His tattooed hands then find your cheeks and cupping them. “You are so goddamn beautiful.” He smiles, just taking in the wonder of you. “I can’t wait to make a mess out of you.”

You beam up at him and he can’t help but widen his grin. His thumb rubs your cheek tenderly before leaning down to press a kiss to your messy lips. He nudges his nose against yours, “I love you so fucking much, Princess.” He whispers.

Your heart swells at your favorite petname. With the way he treats you, he always made you feel like a princess, and he always made you feel so taken care of, so protected.

You were his. Completely, totally, entirely.

You belonged to him, and he belonged to you.

“I love you too Nicky.” You reply softly in the same low volume.

You let there be moment of comforting silence between you, your foreheads pressed against each other, his hands lovingly holding your head. You revel in the deep adoration you have for one another.

“I’m ready.”

“Okay my doll.” He presses another peck on your lips before returning to his original standing position.

He takes hold of his member by the base and uses it to press his swollen head against your partially parted lips. You open up for him, giving him full access to your mouth. He slides his length in, moving past your tongue immediately going for the throat. While the new position allows him to get deeper, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that it doesn’t trigger your gag reflex nearly as much as the previous position. This discovery allows you to relax and let him have his way with you.

He starts slow to test the water with long deep strokes but soon picks up speed. His hips thrust in and out of your mouth vigorously getting lost in it.

“Gah - fuck.” He groans out in a hiss. His hand smothers down around your neck, pressing down on the sides a bit. He wanted to feel himself destroy your trachea.

He leans forward a bit, only shoving himself down your throat more, to trace his fingers down your front finding your closed, bent legs. He taps your thigh softly, “C’mon baby, let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”

You didn’t think it was possible to feel anything other than the monster in your throat but still, your cheeks heated up and a flutter grew between your legs.

You bend to him, like you always do, obeying him out of devotion not out of direction. His hand slides down your inner thigh as you spread for him. You feel a tinge of insecurity and maybe embarrassment in your revealing lingerie, the crotchless thong offering no coverage for you.

His fingers glide up between your folds, circling around your clit before reaching further down and gathering the juices at your entrance. From this angle he can’t dip inside you but god just the proximity of his touch has you pulsing around nothing. He retracts his reach and brings his fingers to his mouth, slipping them in desperately needing the taste of you. He groans around his fingers covered in your slick and continues to roll his hips harshly into your throat as he savors you.

“God, fuck baby.” He groans and slowly pulls from your throat. As uncomfortable as it was having him lodged there, it brings a vague feeling of emptiness. You love having him inside you, one way or another.

Drool connects his member to your mouth in strands, his cock coated in saliva.

“I need your fucking pussy baby. I need to feel you.” He says, slipping out of the rest of his clothes, his body on full display.

His body was tattooed almost completely. Most people wouldn’t consider a body like his anything special perse, he wasn’t muscular or toned really, mostly just lean. Except for some muscle in his arms from playing bass and lugging around instruments all the time. He’d been very skinny most of his life but as he’s gotten older there was thin extra layer around his tummy, which you loved. As long as you’d known him, he never liked to show much skin, he was never one to be shirtless for no reason. Which you never really understood because to you, he was the most attractive man in any room. But since he wasn’t fond of showing skin, there were parts of him only you got to see. Tattoos only you knew were there and knew the stories of. Tattoos only you got to trace with your fingers and your tongue.

Loving him and catering to him was an art only you knew.

You nod and sit up, but before you even get a chance to breathe, he’s grasped your thighs and tugged you the edge of the bed. He whisks you up prompting you to wrap your legs around his hips. Your arms slink around his neck and you once again press your forehead against his, this time getting a good view of his eyes. In the dim light with the faint red glow from the light strips, his eyes look extra green. You loved how his eyes could change depending on the setting. It amazed you how no matter the color, blue, green or grey, they always looked perfect for him.

“You are so, so good for me. I couldn’t ask for a better girl.” He says softly.

“You mean that?” You ask past the strain in your throat, leaning forward a bit to be even closer with him.

“Of course, my darling. Look at all you’ve done for me, and how good you make me feel.” He gushes.

“I do?” You hum ghosting against his lips.

“Mhm.” He hums back.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, you reciprocate, tangling your fingers in his messy black hair before lengthening the kiss. It’s soft, sweet, loving, patient.

It doesn’t take long for the kiss to escalate into a passionate flame. He climbs up onto the bed clumsily with you still wrapped around him. He carefully drops you in the middle of bed, your head landing on plush pillows without interrupting your kiss.

Your lips and tongues dance together as his hands wander your body. His soft hands gliding your every curve beneath the thin babydoll mesh. He detaches from your lips and begins kissing down your neck. His breathing is rapid and needy.

“I love you. I love every part of you,” He says hastily between open mouth kisses. “Every fucking part.”

You’re dizzy with how much you love him. “I love you too.”

He’s so fucking worked up that he’s already rutting the tip of his cock up and down your folds, putting pressure against your buzzing clit.

You whine at the sensation of his tip against your sensitivity and his sucking on the weak spot on your neck. Your hand tangles in his hair, gripping it with need.

As much as you don’t want to interrupt the sweetness of it all, you need him in a much different way. “Please fuck me, fuck I need your cock so fucking bad please.” You beg, the ache between your thighs screaming for relief.

He chuckles against your neck, even though you can tell he needs it just as bad. It doesn’t take much to bring you both back to your normal depravity. “Hm. You’re gonna have to do better than that. What is it you need baby?”

You groan a bit in defiant impatience. “Your cock. I need your fucking cock.”

“Hm. A little sassy are we? Not even a please that time.” He rolls his hips into you, sliding the underneath of his length between your soaked lips. “Let’s try again. Be more specific, what do you want?”

You huff, over his delaying. “I want your big fat fucking cock to fuck me raw. Please.”

“That’s my good girl.” The edges of his lips curl to a smirk, “Well. I think we can arrange that.”

Before you could even respond he’s already pressed his tip into your entrance. He wants to ram right into you, you can tell, but he knows better than that. He’s gotten really good at knowing how to stretch you out properly. His thumb finds your sensitive nub and begins rolling tight circles into it to help you relax around him.

“That’s it baby.” He reassures you. “You’re doing so good for me.” He fills you slowly, inch by inch carefully until he’s bottomed out. You hiss at the pain of him inside you. He fills you entirely and the stretch burns at first but sweetens when he begins moving in and out of you. Deep grumbly groans fill his chest at the feeling you tight around him.

“Fuck.” You wince a bit but let your eyes flutter close.

His movements start slow, but you feel his restraint bubbling beneath your fingertips like a volcano. “You’re doing such a good job, Princess, taking me so fucking good.” He groans into your neck.

His fingers work diligently on your pulsing clit, helping ease the pain a bit. You’ve been worked up all night thinking about this moment, combined with how his cock reaches the deepest parts of you and how his fingers work where you need him, you feel like you could explode any second.

“I’m trying to go slow baby, but you just feel so fucking good.” He says between the breathy moans that escape him. His actions match his statement, his hips working in quick but deep thrusts in and out of you.

You whine loudly at his words, only worsening you impending climax. Tingle fill your body down to your legs that wrap around his waist. You love seeing and feeling just how much he can’t control himself with you. The knot in your tummy is so tight it feels like it’s about to snap.

“I’m close.” You warn hastily, unsure of how much longer you’ll last – and you know he won’t like it if you don’t ask for permission first. “Can I cum? Please – fuck, please I’m so close.”

His fingers on your clit speed up just a bit to help you over your finish line. “Cum for me baby, c’mon cum all over my cock.”

Bright ecstasy blooms from where he works on you, sending a blazing buzzing across your skin. Explosions fill your tummy and your heart beats so fast it feels like it could rupture.

“Don’t fight it Princess, go ahead, give in to me.” He hums just beneath your ear.

Your nails dig deep into his back as your spine curves violently up from the mattress. Screams curses and moans rip through your chest and fill the room.

“Oh my, there we go.” His thrusts speeding up beginning to chase his own orgasm. “That’s my good girl, cumming so hard for me.”

His deep raspy voice and the way he’s talking you through with a bit of overstimulation from his persistent fingers pushes you over a different edge, feeling yourself squirt your juices all over his cock.

“Oh, look at that,” He lets out a strained groan. “I know it’s so much isn’t it?”

You cling onto him, biting down on his shoulder as you ride out your orgasm. His thrusts get quick and sloppy and hard, probably getting pushed over his own edge by the way your walls spasm around him.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He growls, his hands sliding beneath your thighs and hooking behind your knees to keep you in place. He slams hard into you repeatedly until he goes rigid, and you feel his cock twitch inside you – which with how large he is, is a bit painful but you love it. Milky white paints your walls and fills you up fully, pouring out of you before he even pulls out.

He rests atop of you and lets himself soften a bit before pulling from you. It’s an odd feeling being so full then being so empty, but at least you have his cum pooling inside of you for now.

He falls next to you and your chests rise and fall in time. After you’ve both come down a little, you look over at each other with glossy eyes and soft smiles.

After you both have showered and cleaned up, you change into some cozy pajamas. A unplanned cold front had rolled in so the warmest pajamas you had were matching Christmas ones. Nicholas lit the fireplace while you made your signature hot chocolate.

You cozy up next to him on the couch, beneath a blanket and a cat or two. The fireplace warmth and the lit Christmas tree are the only things lighting the room besides the glow of the mostly full moon from outside the window. You nestle your head on his shoulder and watch the fire crackle beneath the hung stockings – one for each of you and for each cat.

The heat of the hot cocoa almost burns your tongue – just almost, just like you like it. The hot drink fills your chest, warming you from the inside. Your eyes drift to the lit Christmas tree you had put up just a couple days ago. You can’t help but smile at how each ornament has a special memory attached. You take it in and appreciate it now because it is a miracle the tree lasted even this long with the cats trying to climb it every chance they got.

Even though you wanted to wait, he was so excited to put it up after Thanksgiving that you couldn’t say no. You can rarely say no to him, especially when his eyes are so bright. Holidays weren’t ever your thing, but he always made them so special. Being with him is a dream, so you savor the magic he brings.

You’ll love the holidays, as long as you have him to celebrate with.

You snuggle into him shivering a bit before looking up at him, catching him admiring the fire and the tree too.

“Hey.” You say quietly to catch his attention but not disrupt the peace. He looks down at you, with eyes so fully of contentment. “Happy birthday.”

The edges of his mouth curl into a happy grin. “Thank you, my love.” He kisses your forehead, “You didn’t have to do all of that for me.”

If you were more awake, you’d tease him and ask if he was complaining but you were far too drained for that.

“I know, but I wanted to. Because I love you.” You plant a peck on his shoulder.

“I’ll never understand why you love me as you do.” He states, using the hand not occupied with a mug to find and hold yours. “But god, am I grateful. You truly are the love of my life.”

You can’t hide the wide smile that stretches across your face and the blush that coats your cheeks. “And you are mine, Nicholas.”

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ohitslen · 1 year

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Wolfwood from this beautiful fic by @flowercitti 💖🌸✨

Because him having moles did something to me so I just had to, and his hair also. He’s just. He’s so. When. Yeah.

Please have a look around their other works, they are all amazing! They’re all just chefs kiss 😩💖

#wolfwood #nick wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #nicholas trigun #trigun #trigun fanart #trigun fic #trigun fanfiction #fanart #idk what else I should add so I’m #just gonna leave it there OWNEJW #please read it it’s so WAAAA #reincarnation fics just scratch a place in my mind I can’t really describe #and also his softness and just being overall so openly joyful (as it seems) in this life makes me UEUEUEUEUE #yes mom I want that one the one with a nicotine addiction #I saw someone say that they are like nicotine to lesbians and they couldn’t have been more right #anyways loved his description can’t wait to see more of this as it goes on #I LOVE HIM SM I NEED TO DRAW HIM MORE #I also have been meaning to draw more scenes from Flower’a fics but I’m shy so we shall see OABSJKW #also took a lot of artistic liberties with how I perceived him #but when have I not #lenssi draws #lenssi reads

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kimakento · 3 months

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&team as your flirty best friend

pairing(s): bsf!ot9 x fem!reader ⌙ 0.8k

genre(s): general + fluff

tag(s): bsf!andteam, friends to idk…

author’s note: this was an anonymous request. i’m so sorry for posting this so late 😞. i hope this is what you wanted though! this is nottt proofread, im too tired to so please ignore all the mistakes 🗣

nicholas

he clings to you 24/7, he can’t get enough of you and visibly gets jealous when you speak to someone and they show obvious interest in you.

people definitely think nicho is your overly-protective boyfriend with how much he’s around you.

most of the time, he flirts with you shamelessly. you’re not totally against it though…!

even his members are confused about your relationship status. the one time you flirted with him back, his face flushed; you thought it was cute, nicholas downplays it though.

yuma

he uses random pickup lines on you that he finds online.

yu is normally really touchy with you too, it’s more intimate most of the time.

when yuma becomes jealous, he usually just stays silent and barely interacts with you (you coax him to talk with his favourite things.)

asks you out ‘jokingly’ but we all know it isn’t. always happy when you are.

harua

haru always sends you his cute eye-smile because who doesn’t fold when he does that. you’re both so flirty with eachother, it’s so obvious you’re both idiots in love.

he has a polaroid of both you and him on the back on his phone, it’s of you kissing his cheek and he keeps it dear to him.

he barely gets jealous, it’s mostly you that does. and when that does happen, he teases you for days on end.

“don’t worry, i’m all yours.” you can never win with harua.

back hugs are his way of making you feel all fuzzy inside, and he knows it.

you’re used to his sly comments and k abuses it by constantly complimenting you on how pretty he thinks you are.

one time you brushed a strand of hair out of his face and he stuttered in his words. you found it so adorable that you keep doing it randomly

both of you are honestly so cute. yudai never leaves you alone for more than a second. teases you way too much for your own liking.

fuma

he always has his arm around your waist every single minute while calling you a ‘pretty girl’.

just like nicholas, his jealousy shows all the time. it’s so obvious too, might as well start dating now fr

with you, he’s so gentle but teases you all the time. hopelessly in love with you (he’ll never admit it) and his nicknames for you have you weak in the knees.

fuma is notorious for being your second half, his members thought you were dating for the longest time because of how much you guys were seen together.

maki

you think he’s so insufferable; he flirts with you so shamelessly and only grins wider when you return the energy.

after you said that his dimples were your favourite thing on him he started smiling tenfold in your presence. it wasn’t really surprising because that was already your effect on him anyways.

always asks for kisses on the cheek and you always dismiss him. but the one time you do, you never heard the end of it.

“it’s official guys, she loves me!”

euijoo

you’re the only one he lets call him ‘juju’ because he thinks it sounds the best coming off your pretty lips. touchy baby #2, he always has to have his hands on you.

his flirts are not shallow and you can tell, that’s why you entertain them.

once he introduced you to the teamies, they snickered and said you were always talked about by euijoo himself. you found it too endearing and couldn’t help but tease him for it.

whenever he calls you ‘baby’, you can never focus on what he says next. literally has heart eyes when you look his way.

so soft with you, he’s the most gentlest — a gentleman to the fullest. one time he took you out to a friendly dinner date (we all know it wasn’t)

and he did everything. jo pulled your chair, made sure you were comfortable, and more.

sings you love songs he wrote, his voice is honey-like but also soothing at the same time.

jo sings with so emotion that he sways you. sends passes your way as a way of his flirting.

“you’re so beautiful, what wouldn’t i do to have you as mine. hmm?” he sounded so hot saying this.

taki

knows what he’s doing to you yet still continues with his advances.

“can you come over? i miss you.” you’ve heard this line about 100 times from him.

you always have strands of your hair covering your eyes and he’s always the first one to put them behind your ear. chuckling when he notices your abrupt silence.

the flirting is mutual, whenever you converse with him, he holds unwavering eye contact. taki loves looking into your eyes when he speaks to you.

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joojeans · 9 months

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˚◞♡ ⃗ sure could’ve fooled me

♡ jealous bf!nicholas x afab!reader

♡ wc 1.5k

♡ ft euijoo

♡ content euijoo is shy, nicholas is jealous (and territorial tbh), exhbitionism but it’s nothing too crazy (is it? lmao idk not for me 😭), dirty talk, fingering, use of ‘good girl,’ cum eating

♡ a/n this was not meant to be this long but i got carried away and i’m not sorry // this was requested

all the boys said this wasn't going to be a party, but this is a party. we're just having some friends over to chill, they'd said. turns out that when there's nine of them plus you as a baseline, it doesn't take many more people to make a party. add in the fact that music is now being played very loudly and everyone is acting drunk despite there being no alcohol in the house... what is this if not a party?

your boyfriend, nicholas, loves to mingle. he's making his way around, introducing himself to anyone he doesn't know and catching up with those he does. it's cute. you, on the other hand, aren't feeling super social today, so you decide to be a wallflower. and you find the perfect wall—one with a clearly overwhelmed euijoo already pressed against it, smiling at nothing or no one in particular.

"hi, euijoo," you say in the gentlest voice you can muster as you ease yourself in the space next to him. he glances down at you, his eyes wide, curious.

"oh, hey." his smile grows even wider as it tends to do when he's not sure what to do with himself. cute.

"not your scene either, huh?" you ask, holding eye contact as you reflect a smile back to him.

"not really." he laughs softly and chews on his lip, his eyes leaving yours to scan the room.

you use the moment to take him in. he looks so comfortable in his sweatpants and hoodie, hands in the pouch. his hair is sticking out messily underneath his beanie and your hands itch to take it off and ruffle his hair. you've always been so endeared to him.

"you look so cute today, euijoo."

you probably should've stopped those words before they came out, but it's too late now. euijoo whips his head back in your direction, cheeks quickly reddening at the sudden compliment. the smile on his face can't decide whether to grow or fall off his face. he's nervous.

"w-what? i mean, thank you."

you giggle, tilting your head curiously. "are you blushing?" you already know the answer, but to make your point, you reach up on your toes, thumb stroking the soft flush of his cheeks. euijoo freezes, lips parting in shock, but he doesn't pull away from you. he's searching your eyes for answers.

"you don't have to be shy around me, eui—"

you're cut short by an arm wrapping around your waist from behind, forcing you to step back from the tall, shy boy. euijoo looks mortified and you know that can only mean one thing: nicholas. you peer up over your shoulder and confirm that it is, indeed, nicholas and he looks annoyed. thankfully, his feelings seem to be directed at you and not euijoo.

nicholas clears his throat, arm releasing you only for his hand to take hold of yours. "sorry for stealing her. i need to talk to her for a minute."

euijoo nods as if to say you don't have to explain yourself to me and nicholas is whisking you away, not stopping his one-track mind and body even when others try to catch his attention as you pass them. he drags you into the first empty room without even looking around for nosy eyes first and closes the door behind him. your stomach is in knots, not sure whether to be afraid or excited. you're both, chewing on your lip as you look up at his dark eyes.

"since when is euijoo your type?" he asks, crowding you against the counter with his body.

"he's—he's not."

nicholas hums, head cocking in disbelief. "sure could've fooled me." he plants his hands on either side of your body, palms flat on the counter, lowering himself until he's eye level with you. "not exactly sure what you're doing in here with me."

your breath is caught in your throat and you can feel arousal traveling between your legs in waves. nicholas is smirking at you, eyes dropping from your eyes to your lips. "aw, you want me to kiss you so bad, don't you?"

you both know the answer so you don't bother giving him one. he tsks and looks back up to your eyes. "that's too bad. you're going to have to earn one." he takes your thighs in his hands and lifts you until you're seated on the countertop, hands immediately wandering to the button of your jeans when you're stable on your own. he pulls it free and tugs down your zipper, arm wrapping around your waist to lift you for him as he removes your jeans entirely.

the marble countertop is cold on your bare thighs and you're shivering from a mix of the temperature and the anticipation of what's to come. "nicholas, everyone is just outside." you warn, but it's empty. at this point, you don't want him to reconsider.

"that's the point." he's laughing lowly as he says it, hand pressing against the crotch of your panties. "you wanted to let everyone see you flirting with euijoo out there, so it shouldn't hurt for them to hear you falling apart for me in here, right?" he glances down to where his hand is rubbing through the thin fabric separating you two. "and if you were really worried about that, you wouldn't be this fucking wet right now, would you?"

your cheeks burn and it reminds you of euijoo minutes earlier. nicholas presses this thumb against your clit through your underwear, tongue gliding over his lips at the small yelp that escapes your mouth. “that’s what i thought.” he rubs a few small circles before pulling your panties to the side, ringed fingers gliding through your folds. your head falls back on your shoulders, eyes closing as you revel in the feeling of being touched like this—by nicholas with others just outside the door.

“ah-ah.” nicholas scolds, free hand gliding up the back of your neck until he has a firm grip on your hair. he props your head back up, making you open your eyes in surprise. “here’s the thing, princess. this is the only bathroom in the house for all those people out there to use. we wouldn’t want to be rude and keep it all to ourselves for too long now, would we?” he pauses, waiting for you to shake your head no. “right, that wouldn’t be very nice. so let’s make this quick.”

with that, he pushes a finger inside of you, quickly adding a second as he watches your pupils blow out in front of him. you almost choke trying to soften the lewd moans that come out of you, arms shaky as you try to hold yourself up. “nicholas,” you whine softly, not really sure what you’re asking for but needing something.

“oh, baby, if you’re going to call for me, why not do it louder, mm? maybe let euijoo know that as much as you play with him, i’m the only one that gets to play with you.” his fingers are rhythmically stroking your walls, picking up pace much quicker than he usually would, and your body doesn’t know how to cope with the overwhelming stimulation. he chuckles as one of your hands grabs at his forearm as if you would ever make him stop.

nicholas keeps his free hand wrapped around the back of your neck—a reminder to keep your eyes on him—and presses his thumb back against your clit as his fingers curl inside you. you whimper, the frustration of trying to keep yourself quiet getting to you. you’re slowly losing any ability to control your body at all, thighs quaking and jaw slackening, your pretty moans filling the room against your will. “thats it, good girl.” nicholas praises, his voice practically a growl.

your body responds by clenching around his fingers and nicholas smirks, quickening his movements until your eyes are rolling into the back of your head. “cum for me, pretty. you can do it.”

and you do, hips bucking off the counter to chase his fingers as you ride out your high, his name leaving your lips in a dreamy sigh.

nicholas slows down gradually before pulling his fingers out of you, pulling your panties back in place. you wince at the feeling, not wanting the sticky fabric against your sticky cunt, but you get distracted by watching as nicholas licks and sucks your release off his fingers, winking at you as he finishes.

he squats down to retrieve your jeans. “leg, please.” you present your leg to him and he guides it inside the corresponding leg of your jeans, doing the same with the other side. he helps you off the counter to finish pulling your jeans the rest of the way up your body, fastening and zipping them for you. “there we go.”

he smiles and takes your chin in his hand, leaning forward to press the softest kiss to your lips. “i think you earned that. now go back out there and talk to euijoo. see if it’s still as much fun when your panties are a mess because of me and he’s heard you moaning my name. love you.”

he kisses your lips briefly one last time and opens the door, motioning for you to walk out first, a smug grin on his stupidly handsome face.

cr. cafekitsune for mdni banners ♡

#nicho #nicho solo #&team smut #andteam smut #nicholas smut #nicho smut #andteam nicholas smut #&team nicholas smut

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drunkenlionwrites · 9 months

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Hiiii 🤍 since ur in the mood for drabbles what about cute and slightly introverted reader getting drinks with the gang at a bar in the nearest town and reader has been pining for wolfwood for months unbeknownst to him. So reader ends up getting slightly tipsy and tipsy reader is a lot more loose and giggly and touchy so she starts getting all flirty with wolfwood and idk wolfwood gets swept into it and one thing leads to another and they're making out or taking it into an alleyway or the bathroom. Idk my thoughts feel rushed but I got really hyped when I saw ur trigun post!!! 🤍

this is the cutest prompt so far! i really enjoyed writing with soft and shy reader in mind, cause i'm usually an outgoing menace ahah 💖

Since Wolfwood joined your group, you instantly felt something for him, but due to your more timid and reserved nature you've found yourself in a loss for words when you've happened to be around him, especially with no one else beside you. So you've usually tried to just calm yourself and make sure you're breathing evenly and don't stare too much at him. Talking to him was not an option. Except of wishing each other good mornings and good nights and occasionaly laughing at his jokes or his bullying of Meryl or Vash you've barely converesed at all.

So now, when "thanks" to Vash, who giddily made his way towards a random pretty girl at a bar, you've been left alone, sitting next to Wolfwood at a bar, with no one left to serve as a buffer between you. You quietly groaned and just concentrated on drinking your whiskey. The bartender was generous enough (or most likely wanted to get more money from you) to pour you drink after drink. Once you became inebriated enough, you couldn't stop yourself from ogling Wolfwood with the most obvious look on your face. The way his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he drank his drink. The way the condensate wet his fingers and small drops of water glided down his wrist, the way the sweat was glistening on his forehead, a few strands of his raven-black hair getting stuck to it.. "Like what you see?" Nicholas chuchled next to you. "Yeah" you've replied absentmindedly, the meaning of your words catching up to you in a few seconds after your reply and you feel like your face is getting hot from embarassement. "Oh Lord...um...t's not what I meant at all!" you mumbled desperately, trying to backpedal from this situation. Wolfwood only shrugged and said to you "That's fine, I understand. I know that you hate me, so don't sweat it" What? Did he really mean this? Well...it's not like you've been acting the friendliest with him... And your overly drunk brain screamed at you that it's terribly important that he knows that it's not the case. That it's the exact opposite thing. "No!" you said way too loudly, making Nico turn his head to you with slightly puzzled expression. "No! It's not like that! It's just that I don't know what to say to you to not sound like a fool...how to walk next to you without constantly looking at you...um...you are completely wrong, I like you so much I cannot stand being next to you. But t's fine..Iknowthatyoudontlikemelikethat.." you basically muttered the convession in a single breath, which made Wolfwood look at you slyly and move closer to you, occupying the epty barstool that belonged to Vash before he left. "That so?" he chuckled. "Didn't know that our pretty little grey mouse had it in her. I actually thought that you hated me, ya know?" Your brain was barely thinking, especially now that you've been so so close to your crush for the first time in months. You pressed both of your palms to your knees, leaning in so close to him that your hot breath was fanning his face now. "No! I like you...and...and m'not a grey mouse!" you pouted at him. This made Nicholas hold his breath, before he smiled at you confidently and smugly, like a big arrogant black cat. "Yeah? Then prove it, little mouse" "Prove it? How do I do this?" you inquired innocently. "It's not like I would know. Up to ya, mouse" he shrugged. You frowned, trying to get your thoughts together, then moved even closer to him, craning your neck to smash your lips against his, your palms clutching into the soft flesh of his thighs. Wolfwood hissed, but eagerly accepted your kiss, smirking against your lips and moving his hands to bring you even closer to him. You didn't notice the bartender cursing at you two for being shameless in his tavern and Vash yelping from pain caused by Meryl smashing his back pointing her finger to you.

#trigun x reader #trigun x you #trigun headcanons #wolfwood x you #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood fluff #trigun fluff #lion writes #lion thots

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sky-neverending · 8 months

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Finally doing my heartstopper note taking/ analyzing!! starting with season 2 episode 1, bites under the cut bc it’s long boy. strap in for me squealing a bunch and occasionally getting deep

Episode One Rewatch

Starting with the opening scene, and possibly one of my favorite songs on the soundtrack. The song parallels too, with last season starting with a song that is basically saying how someone wants to be enough for the person I like, and how this one is about how he’d give the world to be with Nick. Maybe that’s just something i’m overthinking but idk.

S1: “I wish I thought that I was pretty so that i could turn you on….”

S2: “Sweeter than the best you ever had…. I’d do anything just to feel with you.”

I love how it’s calm and then immediately jumps into the action with Nick texting Charlie. I also like how it parallels the first scene of episode one, but this time Charlie is happy. Love Tori sipping her drink. All of that scene really shows “Hey, we’re happy for once with what is going on in life,” and I enjoy that. Also Charlie being obsessed with Nick and texting him 24/7 is cute.

Then we get to the classic ‘Hi’ that Nick and Charlie are known for, which is the perfect first interaction for them this season.

Nick pulling Charlie into an empty room and telling him he came out to his mom and Charlie immediately asking how it went, and then basically jumping on Nick when he heard it went well is so good. and then “Want a well done kiss?” Is such a cute line.

And then boom we’re making out. Also Nick pulling away and saying “Kissing at school is a terrible idea” and then going back to kissing is so iconic.

And then theres the whole montage of them being cute and making out, which i could go on and on about but I’ll spare you bc this is getting long already oops.

Nick and Charlie at the door, the hands touching and the sparks, the little waves goodbye, the soft smiles, all of it makes me so eeeeeeee.

The “I have a boyfriend!” scene is so cute, with Tao admitting Nick is “okay” after Issac gives him a look lmao. and then them talking about him coming out, and Tao being concerned as always lmao

also that shop they go to is really aesthetically pleasing idk

And Tao’s rrrrrude is awesome. Also him and Elle fighting over the apple juice is adorable. I love how they interact, the way they play off each other so nicely. Of course, Tao gets all awkward and runs, but he means well. I’m glad we get to see their dynamic more, because it truly is such a good time.

I’m also glad Nick and Imogen are still friends, because Imogen deserves platonic love. And Nick’s friends calling out to him, trying to make amends, shows that they mean well, and I’m glad for it. We just Ignore Harry being a dick. Anyway Imogen immediately running up to him with her little “Nicholas!!” and being so excited about her dog. and her wanting to move to brooklyn makes so much sense. i'm so glad they had a talk and want to be friends.

Nick’s little pause when she asks about his romantic developments is smth that makes me go awww bc its so obvious he *wants* to tell her, but its hard and he can’t, which I understand completely.

I also don’t understand British schools but Nick having to do studying next to Ben makes me gag bc Ben makes me gag. but the top down shot is so cool

also the “QUIET” from Mr. Farouk is what i've been waiting for yesss. He’s so… i just love him.

Nick texting Charlie right after seeing Ben is so sweet of him, and the “I miss you” is adorable. I love him.

Bash does such a good job making me despise Ben. Like actually I hate him. And Nick shutting down Ben and telling him not to talk about Charlie like hello supportive bf!!

Nick being worried about Charlie not wanting to be there is so sweet. and the line “I need you.” ugh my heart. Nick being vulnerable like that is so sweet and something I love. and then Nick not playing well because he’s at odds with the team and it’s causing a rift between him and his performance!! and charlie’s face, you can really tell he’s worried for him.

tara and darcy teasing elle is such a thing my old friends would do, and it’s a very accurate portrayal of teenage romances. (the way tara and darcy hold each other in this scene tho)

“Your hair is cute long. but it would look cute short too” *plays with his hair and then leaves him alone to panic.

okay can we talk about Charlie getting Nick his favorite chocolate bar for their two month anniversary and then getting all embarrassed about it and how cute it is that he remembers such a little thing. and you can tell Nick really appreciates it, the way he thanks him and does the little forehead press. (and then they just start going at it like bro give your lips a break)

Charlie reassuring Nick that he doesn’t need to tell anyone is so important, and i’m glad it’s touched on multiple times this season. because. it’s something that everyone needs to hear.

tori appears!!! her lines are always either so witty or so sweet. also charlie getting so many snacks is so like real of him bc i know what it’s like to want to make a good impression and provide for everyone. and then the cute little scene of all of them interacting and nick and charlie touching with the little sparks, getting more and more confident being themselves around each other. and issac’s little glances at everyone!!

also imogen being invited is so sweet. and the “she’s an ally” line makes me fucking laugh.

i want to talk about how well kit does at playing the nervousness of coming out to someone, even someone you trust. it’s scary, and it’s hard to say. and then charlie telling him that it’s okay. because it is.

more taoelle moments too! the garden scene is so cute. and elles hand hovering on taos face and the sparks and then it being all awkward is so ansjjsjsj.

i also wanna talk about how tara always tries to include issac like it’s incredibly just awww. it’s nice that he’s integrated into the group more because he’s always in his little book shell. like boy you are watching a movie get your head out of the books!!

imogen really tries and i love her for it. like she’s supportive in the best way she can be, even if she doesn’t know what to do. but girl you can do better than ben!!!

i love the girls supporting elle when she’s upset, the three of them have such a good dynamic. and then nick and charlie texting about telling imogen <3 you can tell how happy charlie is, and how much he cares.

love how charlie gives all his friends hugs as they leave bc that’s so in character for him honestly. and then nick turning around and kissing him in front of everyone makes me go eeeee like go Nick go!! slay king!!! i’m so proud of him. and of course Tao being Tao coughing and interrupting the moment lmao

Charlie telling his parents is such a funny scene because of the ‘hanky panky’ bits. tori is great in that scene.

“i can protect him” charlie baby that’s sweet, especially knowing what you went through. but i think you need to realize that not everything is going to go perfect 100% of the time. love the optimism tho!! it does show he really wants everything to be perfect for nick, which i think is so meaningful and deep when you take a look at charlie’s own background.

anyway, that’s all for episode one!! i’m doing these slowly, so episode two should be up in a few days!!

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kpdeek · 2 years

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BL Tag Game

@negrowhat, thanks for tagging me, I love giving my controversial takes on...everything 🤣 But before I upset you & anyone else reading this, disclaimer: I haven't watched many BL's because not all of them are easy for me to swallow, so excuse me if I pass on any questions 😉

All time favorite BL character and why:

Right now, Kinn & Porsche because they deviate so much from your typical BL characters, and I find that extremely refreshing. They're also very fun to look at (underdstatement).

What's your one character from a BL you wanted to punt into the stratosphere?

Imma give u three, because I think I hate them all equally: Tharn & Type, and Khai from Theory of Love (until the last few episodes of the series).

Best music moment from a BL:

In CutiePie, the first time Kuea and Lian have sex, there's a song called "I feel your love" that's an OST for the show. The way it manipulates the viewer's emotions to follow that of the characters, going from soft, to quiet, to intense. Yeah, i think it shaped the moment very well.

Also, certain scenes when Jeff Satur's "Why don't you stay" played in KP (not all).

A popular het text you'd like to see adapted into a BL:

...probably some Nicholas Sparks book, just to get on his nerves.

A scene from a BL that always makes you laugh:

Recently, Pete walking in drunk on KP going at it on the couch, and how they just stayed there under the blanket when the bedroom was 1 ft away. Plus, Porsche's attempts at trying to be seductive. KP had many scenes that were comedic gold.

But also, in History 3: Trapped, any time Shao Fei calls Tang Yi's name because he says it a lot. It's unintentionally hilarious, the name actually loses meaning.

Biggest disappointment:

History 4: Close to You. The secondary couple. Just...no. Oh, and Knock's cheating plot in Together With Me 2.

What 2 random BL characters would make hilarious exes?

Idk

Who would be the funniest person to watch a BL in its entirety and which one would you make them watch?

Honestly, I don't know any of them personally, but @lutawolf and the entire gang watching Unforgotten Night right now, because all their reactions are hilarious to catch up on & just make me feel grateful I didn't give the show a 2nd chance. It's painful for me to watch cringe, I just...I can't. But it's funny seeing people's reactions.

Best wardrobe moment or character wardrobe from a BL:

All of Tankhun's, but especially the fit he wore for Pete's 'funeral.'

I'll challenge @maleficent-cannoli @domsaysstuff @rainbowcolored7 and @dayumdaughter and whoever else would like to have fun 😄

#kinnporschetheseries #kinnporsche #cutie pie #history 3: trapped #tharntype #together with me #history 4: close to you #theory of love

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curatedbyhatto · 2 years

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one song every day - vol II

Hey! It's me, the Deadman. I explained what I'm doing on Vol I's post, go take a look. Now, let's start:

vol II spans from September 14th to October 9th, 2022

1. A song from your childhood: Amor del Bueno by Reily Barba - I remember listening to this and other songs when I was on my way to kindergarten, on the school bus. What a time, I was like 5 y/o!

2. A song that reminds you of your most recent ex-boyfriend/girlfriend: Nothing In My Way by Keane - At least she left me with some good music, not a total heartbreak (plus I'm with a great girl right now, my Star)

3. A song that reminds you of one/both of your parents: Hoy by Gloria Estefan - My mum, again.

4. A song that calms you down: Marshmallow by Amount - I really like soft deep house, like, really soft.

5. A song that is often stuck in your head: Fire Alarm by Castlecomer (ft. Welshly Arms) - I was actually listening to it today. The collab, the voices, the music, everything is so catchy and so perfect.

6. A song that reminds you of a best friend: Silhouette by KANA-BOON - It reminds me of my best friend, øslø

7. A song that reminds you of the past summer: Shy Away by twenty øne piløts - Yeah, summer is one of the only 2 seasons we have here, the shortest one but the one I like the most

8. A song that reminds you of your 'first love': The Judge by twenty øne piløts - I don't know why, maybe I listened to it way too often when I was with her?

9. A song that makes you hopeful: Missen Zou by Kraantje Pappie, Rolf Sanchez and Thomas Acda - I mean yes, the lyrics are kinda sad, but the melody is so upbeat and happy so it makes me hopeful, idk

10. A song by your favourite band: Cut My Lip by twenty øne piløts - Not my favorite tøp song, but one of the best ones (if not the best) of 'Trench'. I also really like Silent Sunrise's cover.

11. A song on the soundtrack of your favourite movie: First Step by Hans Zimmer - Before Interstellar I called a lot of other movies 'my favorite'. After watching it, I'm 101% sure no other movie would hit me as much. It really makes you question your own existence. Hans Zimmer is also my favorite movie score composer (and fav. classical composer too, I'd say)

12. The last song you heard: Las Veces Que Te Vi by Abbie - It was the last one. Really good song tho

13. A song that reminds you of a former friend: Finale by Madeon (ft. Nicholas Petricca) - Reminds of a former friend called Gabriel. Things didn't end in a sweet note (I mean it is a friendship breakup, there's no sweet note any time it ends) but he showed me a lot of cool music, including Daft Punk and Madeon. He left me with something good.

14. A song that reminds you of your boyfriend/girlfriend: JEKYLL & HIDE by Bishop Briggs (ft. White Panda) - She has showed me a lot of music, but this one is particularly good.

15. A song you love singing along to: Black And White Town by Doves - One of my favorite groups, and this song in particular is my favorite one (from my fave Doves album haha)

16. A song that has made you cry: Goodbye To A World by Porter Robinson - The among us edits were so sad. I know, kinda soft of me.

17. A song that makes you want to dance: Mr. Fear by SIAMÉS - I love them and I love this song. I'm of course making a playlist of music that throws me on the dancefloor.

18. A song that you love but rarely listen to: After Life by Tchami (ft. Stacy Barthe) - One of the first future house songs that I found (and one of the first future house tracks ever. Tchami is one of the three fathers of future house alongside Oliver Heldens and Don Diablo)

19. The first song alphabetically in your iPod/iTunes: A Cause Des Garçons (Riot in Belgium remix/Tepr remix) originally sung by Yelle. - So the actual first song is the RiB remix but instagram music doesn't have it. I used the second one which just happens to be the Tepr remix. Both appear on the playlist anyway.

20. The last song alphabetically in your iPod/iTunes: Zulu by Stephan Bodzin - Idk why numbers appear at the end after the Z, but I'll take Z as last. Stephan is an amazing musician and an inspiration to me.

21. Your favourite song: Holding On To You by twenty øne piløts - I, to be %100 honest, don't think I have a fave song, but for the effects, HOTY is my favorite song by my favorite band (well, one of my faves, because that top 1 is shared by like 5 bands)

22. A song that someone has sung to you: listen before i go by Billie Eilish - Someone that used to be my friend sung it to me at night once, it was very cool. I really liked her voice.

23. A song that you cannot stand to listen to: telepatía by Kali Uchis - There are a lot, actually, either it is because I don't like them musically or because the lyrics are bigoted (which I took in count to not give exposure to that type of music). This one is just one of them, I don't like the melody, I can't stand it.

24. A song that you have danced to with your best friend: Voyager by Analog Jungs - I even have a video. We were at a small festival in Atenas, Alajuela, CR. That was, tbh, one of the best days of my life. So chill, so good, so cool, and with my best friend.

25. A song that you could listen to all day without getting tired of: Aria Math by C418 - I've streamed this song a ridiculous amount of times. A lot of C418's now that I think about it.

you can find the playlist here and if you wanna take the challenge too, here's the pic:

#music #alternative #alt rock #rock #obscure #unknown #alt #alt music #2022 #30 days of music #25 days of music #one song every day

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sigurdjarlson · 2 years

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Thinking about what snippets we get from Nick and Jesse about Greg’s mom and Ewan.

Ewan is distant, there’s no emotional connection there even though Greg wants one

Ewan is stingy with his money and any financial aid he gave them probably had to be rationed. Despite him having the ability to give them much more (look at his damn house lmao)

“Greg has never had a nice pair of leather shoes” before Tom gets him then

Marianne is “a bit of a headcase”

She probably sheltered Greg a fair bit and never really encouraged him to make something of himself. Nick says she probably held him back which is interesting.

“His mom feels far away” I’m not sure if he meant this in the emotional sense or the literal sense or both. I’d say both because Marianne is quite distant/cold with Greg.

Greg’s draw to the Roys wasn’t just money and power (although that is a part of it) he wanted to be a part of a family which kind of points to him not feeling connected to Marianne or Ewan. I don’t think he feels wanted.

The fact the Roys giving him the bare minimum of letting him stay around..(“there are enough good moments with these people that he feels likes he’s a part of a family”) the fact that he turned down a quarter of a billion dollars because Logan said he liked him. (Even after boar on the floor!)

We know his father left and isn’t around (although there’s a lot we don’t know about the whole situation leaving him with Ewan as his sole father figure

Nicholas said Greg comes from a “broken home”

And here’s some speculation via yours truly based on this stuff and what little we’ve been given in the show

Marianne is either selfish enough or clueless/reckless enough to rack Greg’s credit cards (and debt seems to be a reoccurring problem from her). My mom in particular was like god that’s shitty of her lmao. Even before Ewan cut them off Greg responds to Caroline’s “how is your mother” with “debt free” lmao

Marianne clearly isn’t above at least trying to play the nepotism card because she’s the one who tells Greg to do so both at the mascot situation and to go to his uncle’s bday and get a job. Greg actually says “I didn’t want to be an asshole” when she asks him why didn’t you tell them who you are? He didn’t want to.

She’s got some streak of Roy cunning and harsh attitude. Telling Greg to strategize, decide who’s more important Shiv or Roman, and quite coldly tells Greg she won’t send Greg money even when he literally no money.

(I get the feeling by her tone this has happened a lot, Greg being like I fucked up I need money, but it still seems quite cold to me? Maybe I’m just soft. He had to sleep on a church pew and take food from work. And he is trying to do something with his life here. Idk it sits weird with me. Maybe she didn’t have it? It didn’t sound like she didn’t though because she probably would have said that instead for “I’m not sending you more money”)

She does however tell Ewan to feed him when he’s in town so we can assume she at least cares about Greg a little lmao

Connor mentions Marianne and says she’s a funny lady. Indicating she has been to Roy family functions and Connor has at least met her. (Then says something about her sitting on Gore Viral’s lap lmao) Caroline knows who Greg is and knew what he looked like as a baby (maybe not personally but through photos at least)

so there has been some contact with the Roys here or there with Marianne and Greg. I don’t think a lot but some. Shiv at the very least remembers Greg’s name.

She has Marcia’s number because she tells Greg she’ll call her and say she’s coming. Makes sense tho because Marcia seemed like she wanted Logan to mend the rift with that part of the family

Greg is trying to take care of his mom with the money he has. Although he had to cancel her card he got her because she was panic buying nutribullets. (“I thought it would be like a good son thing to do?” Lmao)

Unless it’s happened off screen and I don’t think so..she hasn’t even tried to come see Greg or ask him to come home to visit? :( They do talk apparently once in a while but it doesn’t seem like a lot

She has a dog she lets sleep on the bed so she gets a plus for that one. (At least he isn’t penned up..) 😂

Greg is desperate for affection and that indicates he didn’t get it from either Marianne or Ewan.

Some people speculate she has a substance abuse issue. (I’m not sure since those pills could have been anything) and that’s why Greg acts so resistant about doing coke at first “I don’t do white drugs!”

I need to know more about Greg (and his relationship with his mom and grandfather) damn it. Give me this in s4 I’m begging

There’s this element of tragedy to Greg’s life too :(

#succession blogging

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matteblackstars · 2 years

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✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔ luv me

plotting guide

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Nicholas

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Extra because I’m Extra: Insert that meme about the two of them both being bottoms. They’re friends and Sully needs to accept that and I hope he’s able to voice his complaints about Nicholas being too intense! IDK if you do AUs but I’m always down to talk about those, but since Idk just yet, I’m gonna vibe with what we got going.

Sully is a delight. I love that Nicholas has a friend that will play animal crossing with him, and he will always try and support him wearing his booty shorts. Unfortunately for Sully, no matter how supportive he may be, Nicholas is not wearing shorts. They have the opposite problem -- in fact they’re like foils of each other: Sully tall, soft, got thighs and a butt, very shy and withdrawn. Nicholas short, bony, never shows his body for any reason if he can avoid it, extremely extroverted.

Where is that tiktok with the introvert coming home to their extroverted friend and the extrovert is like

POINT IS. Idk where these two are going to end up taking each other, but I’m here for it. Maybe Nicholas takes him out to some clubs to party, drink a bunch and go skinny dipping at a lake together. They are potentially best friend material and Nicholas will dial it back just for you Sully and try to make you as comfortable as he can because he likes you.

#tximidity

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veliseraptor · 4 years

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Top 5 Dorothy Dunnett gut punch moments?

oh man. oh man oh man. Okay, this is like...a selection, of scenes that I thought of first, though as I was writing this I thought of like six or seven others I could’ve included and just. boy!! Dorothy sure does love punching me in the feelings.

but anyway, here’s at least a sampling of some that hit me every time.

1. The scenes between Richard and Lymond at the end of A Game of Kings. Like, I know it’s a huge swathe of pages but god, the whole thing just guts me every time. When I was in...idk, high school? Middle school? Both? I had this mental collection of “bits of books I reread when I want to cry” and this section of A Game of Kings was reliably one of those. It hits so many of my buttons.

When Amelia read it for the first time she told me it was something I could’ve written (not stylistically, just in terms of content) and I was like. I feel both honored and also called out.

Feature quote:

Lymond took his hands from his face. The blood was everywhere now; his torment of grief public, uncaring. “Must I plead?” He stopped in extremity, beaten, shaken by pulses, and then struggled on. “You claim your right of execution...May I not exercise mine? Could all the chains of Threave outweigh what I already bear, do you think? Or all the Tolbooth’s pains be worse than this? ...You can’t relieve me of your weight, or help me, or free me...except in one way.”

2. The fucking...chess scene??? I mean, there was a period of time - and still sort of is! - where just thinking about “come, my love, and say goodnight to the dark” made me want to lie down and cry. And now even more I think the immediately after where Marthe is prying Lymond away from the board and he’s...barely even registering his victory? The whole thing is just an absolute gut-wrench of a conclusion to the Lymond-Gabriel conflict.

Dorothy Dunnett, thanks for kniving me ten times in the chest, then kicking me in the stomach with the scene afterwards between Francis and Philippa where she sort of emotionally blackmails him out of committing suicide.

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And at the Gaelic, Jerott said, ‘Dear God in Heaven,’ and looked away from Francis Crawford, whose face was that of a man tortured with thirst, or lack of air, or the bitterest hunger. Then Jerott saw that the mutes were closing in, and that in a moment the child would reach Francis’s arms, and he began to run, to spare him the last terrible betrayal.

But Mikal got there first, and swept the child into his own embrace, all carnation and jasmine and soft hair and bright tinkling jewels. ‘Come, my love,’ said MIkal, ‘and say goodnight to the dark.’ And held him close, full of a sweet young compassion, as the little boy died.

3. The scene in The Ringed Castle where Lymond realizes he’s having a Feelings. I should, first off, say that I am not usually one for ~revelation of feelings~ scenes (though I guess I did just list another one for a recent favorite moments meme, look, every so often I am a sap). But not only does this scene have a line that I just think is beautiful (it’s the one about ‘feeling like a dog whose master has just died), it is also just...god, it’s the most painful ‘oh no’ moment I think I’ve ever read, because it isn’t this glorious recognition of a good thing but almost this...dread.

Too late, too late, it had happened.

The way that Lymond greets this feeling is with pain, and with grief. And it is just...a very particular kind of painful to read. Because of the tenderness surrounding it, and the joy of the scene preceding, and then...and then.

Thanks for making a “oh no I’m in love” hurt so bad, Ms. Dunnett, I see how it is. (It’s working for me.)

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He looked at her. The long, brown hair; the pure skin of youth; the closed brown eyes, their lashes artfully stained; the obstinate chin; the definite nose, its nostrils curled. The lips, lightly tinted, and the corners deepened, even sleeping, with the remembrance of sardonic joy...the soft, severe lips.

And deep within him, missing its accustomed tread, his heart paused, and gave one single stroke, as if on an anvil. ‘We’re there, sir,’ Nicholas said.

The air hurt his skin. His nerves, unsheathed, left him over-sensitized and defenceless, as sometimes happened: exposed raw to the touch of his clothes, as if his flesh had been stripped off with acid. He remained perfectly still.

4. The scene in Checkmate where Lymond, uh, “confesses” to Philippa. It’s a mess. It’s a mess and it shreds my feelings to pieces and leaves them in little bloody bits all over the floor. It’s just so much, there’s all this...like, it’s Lymond at his most insufferable making decisions for other people because he thinks it’s what’s best, but it’s also Lymond at his most self-loathing, and it’s like.

Okay. You know what it is? It is that Dorothy Dunnett does ‘close cut scenes with small numbers of characters crashing into each other at full emotional speed’ really well. It’s so tense - the scene builds and builds and the crescendo moment of Philippa breaking the glass isn’t even the end of it. I feel this scene as I’m reading it, and not just in an emotional sense.

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She was breathing almost as quickly as he was. But she kept her voice calm. ‘As you say, I’m inexperienced. On the other hand, you are not always right. Please listen. Please think. Are you sure, when it matters so much, that you know my feelings better than I do?’

‘No,’ he said. ‘I’m not infallible. You might, without my crediting it, fall deeply in love and for ever, with some warped hunchback whelped in the gutter. I should equally stop you from taking him.

She couldn’t speak. Her breath wheezed in and out. With extreme deliberation, and indeed restraint and moderation as well, Philippa raised her glass and dashed it on the parquet. Crystals frosted the carpet between them, and the wine lay like blood.

Speech came back. ‘God in heaven,’ Philippa said. ‘Do you think that I care?’

He looked up from the mess. ‘I know you don’t,’ Lymond said. His eyes were black, not blue; and there were red splashes on the white velvet. ‘But you must excuse the hunchback, who does.’

5. Christian’s death in A Game of Kings. The thing about Dorothy is the thing where she makes really excellent female characters and then kills them.

But I think Christian’s death is, in-narrative, one of the most wrenching - because Christian has been, throughout, such a good presence, such a positive presence, so determinedly steadfast and brave and kind - and the fact that her death is ultimately futile is just.

It makes me want to scream. But in the “THIS IS A MOTHERFUCKING TRAGEDY, I HATE IT, THANKS” kind of way.

Christian is, viscerally, a casualty of a war that’s not about her. And the way that her death is used, too - as a cudgel, as ammunition - just compounds the tragedy of her loss.

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Then Lymond picked up Christian’s hand and carried it to his lips, holding it afterward folded in both his own. “More than I ever dreamed of,” he said - and like the serpent she had once called him, snarled voicelessly into Kate’s eyes as she looked up, horror-struck, from what the girl’s lifted hand had left revealed.

For the sheets of creased paper which Christian had brought with such pains from Haddington, which Margaret had found not worth her attention, and which Lymond had at last received, were quite blank.

#sirjohnsmythe #conversating #lymond chronicles #sometimes i read things #top five meme

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spookyboywhump · 4 years

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Hi- Idk if youre still doing the drabble things, but how about some good old fashioned begging?

Hi this is three of my favorite things: Begging, Zander begging, and Zander begging Nicholas

Cathal (mentioned) Belongs to @ihaventwritteninsolong

CW: Dehumanization, pet whump, mentions of starvation, whipping

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“What does it take to make the mutt beg?” Nicholas asked, looking down at Zander disdainfully.

“Oh, I don’t beg.” Zander said matter of factly, stubborn as ever even as he was on his knees, wrists bound behind him.

“I wasn’t speaking to you,” Nicholas snapped, “I was asking your master.”

“He is right, though,” Cain said, “I could probably count on one hand how many times I’ve seen him beg in six years.”

“You’re too soft on him, darling.” Nicholas smiled at him fondly, before turning his attention back to Zander. He knelt down in front of him, roughly grabbing his face with one gloved hand. “Every dog can be made to beg.” He said, and Zander grinned at him, flashing his metal fangs.

“I’d fucking love to see you try.”

***

He abandoned the whip rather quickly, after Zander barely made a sound during ten lashes. He tried the shock collar but Cain stopped him after only two shocks, fearing it would trigger another seizure, and when Zander childishly stuck his tongue out at him, he kicked him hard in the stomach, causing him to double over. He started to sit up, but a sharp kick to the head kept him down, his jaw clenched against the throbbing pain.

“I don’t have the patience to take away his senses, keeping him awake would take too long and so would starving…” Nicholas sighed, trying to come up with something else.

“He won’t beg for food anyway.” Cain shrugged. “My father once told him it was dog food or nothing at all and he chose the latter. Stubborn thing nearly starved himself to death.”

“He needs to learn that stubbornness and stupidity will get him nowhere.” Nicholas said, glaring at him. Even if he was in pain, and felt it would only get worse, he rolled his eyes at him, just waiting for this to be over. His heart nearly stopped when he spoke up again though. “Love, could you get the pup for me? I’m sure he could make a great example.”

“No!” He hardly thought before he snapped at him, the idea of Nicholas being anywhere near Wren made him sick with fear and worry.

“What was that?” Nicholas asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“No-no don’t bring Wren into this!” He said, desperately hoping this would work. “Please, I-I’ll beg, I’ll do anything you want, just leave him alone!”

“Oh? But it would be so much easier to make him beg. The pathetic little thing falls apart so easily.”

“Please, you can’t hurt him!” He looked at Cain, hoping that he wouldn’t agree with Nicholas on this. “Don’t let him hurt him, please, you-you told me-”

“If you don’t obey him then he can do whatever he wants.” Cain shrugged. He knew that begging was the only way to protect him, and at this point he hardly cared. All he wanted was to protect the people he loved, he couldn’t protect Cathal, all his attempts ended in failure, the least he could do was try and save Wren from dealing with Nicholas.

“Don’t- don’t hurt him, please… please, sir!” He added, his stomach turning when Nicholas grinned. “Do whatever you want to me, I-I’ll behave, just please leave him alone!” He begged. He winced when Nicholas grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing him to sit up straight and look him in the eye, forcing him to see the smug look on his face.

“So, what was that you were saying about not begging?”

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thelakesuite · 3 years

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Best Milf: Rose. Yas girl, rase your reincarnated grandfather blond girl child thing. 10/10 would let her steal my bones any day

Middle Milf: Emma. Plant mom, v cute, but you can bet she'd never shut up about her missing son. Also she fucked a flower that's weird. 6/10 don't take her to the Botanical Gardens

Worst Milf: Mary. Idk she's just kinda boring. Probably plays bridge for fun and smells like old lady, despite being like 40. Still, probably a good mom, makes nice chocolate chip cookies. 3/10 don't give your infant son wine he'll become a murderer

Best Dilf: Samual. Underrated king. Very friendly soft guy, likes carpentry and violin, has a thing for edgy girls that will step on him. Sure he was a bit of a dick as a kid, but who wasn't? 9/10 cutie patootie

Middle Dilf #1: Dale. Okay I know he's not actually a father, but he's got the right energy. The definition of "smart idiot". Probably makes killer mac & cheese. But also doesn't shower and has crippling anxiety and alcoholism. 7/10 make sure not to mention his birthday.

Middle Dilf #2: Nicholas. Okay he's an objectively bad person. The death cult, alchemy research and murder of his wife don't help. He also turned his first son into a god. Not a nice guy. But... The Dilf vibes are undeniable. Seriously, what a silver fox. 4/10 has a deer fursona

Worst Dilf: Albert. Seriously guys, idk what you find so hot about him. Man was the ultimate incel before the term incel even existed. Kept his nephew hidden in a well for several decades just because his sister laughed at him once. The scar isn't cool or edgy, it just messes up his hair. 1/10 seriously bro get a hobby, Ida's not gonna fuck you.

I spent 20 minutes on this I hope you appreciate it

damn you writing me whole essays

#exact same reasoning on sam ^_^#funny thing. ive never seen albert called hot. only people complaining #yeah mx triplets is all ova him but thats more of a same trauma deal methinks

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tiliamericana · 3 years

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Muay Thai: 1.17

Lind A: bring me lunch!

It was after eleven. She should be getting up and opening the dojo. This argument wasn’t quite enough to compel her legs to move from the bed, however, so Nairi lifted her phone and answered the text instead.

What do you want?

Lind A: idk get something you like and we can share Lind A: im at my studio!!

The ‘a’ button on her keyboard was sticking something fierce, and the black coating was worn away on the space bar and surrounding keys. Maybe she should get a new phone. She let the blackberry slip back down to rest on her chest as she went back to staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. The blanket was too hot where it was wrapped around her legs, and her shoulder was starting to ache where it had been pressed into her pillow and mattress for too long.

What did she like to eat? What did she like to eat that Linden also liked? Or, well, what was between here and Linden’s studio that had vegetarian options and food Linden liked, was probably the better question.

It was another ten minutes before she could make herself stand up and find a pair of jeans.

Almost an hour after that she’d made it to Linden’s studio, coffee and pastries in hand. Loud music was pumping out the propped-open door, grungier rock floating past the concrete paint can in sharp opposition to the cheerful pop from the last time she’d been here. Nairi stepped inside with her offerings, looking around for Linden.

“Oh hey, I thought you’d abandoned me,” said Linden cheerfully, and Nairi tracked her gaze down to see her sprawled on the floor. She was grinning up at her, hips twisted with one knee folded over her thigh, back pressed to the ground.

Nairi held up the paper bag by way of explanation. “Never. There was just a queue. Are you okay?”

Linden nodded sagely and shut her eyes, rolling her hips back down and shaking out her leg. “I had to pick up a box of glue off the craft shop floor this morning and I foolishly bent with my back instead of my knees, so now I must pay for my hubris.” She groaned as she sat up, taking a coffee from the proffered tray and grinning at Nairi. “Twenty-seven is way too young to even be having these issues, I swear to god.”

“Maybe your back’s just advanced for its age,” said Nairi, setting her tea and the pastries down on an unoccupied stretch of counter space.

Linden got to her feet and laughed brightly as she leaned over to her beat up ipod where it was sitting in a dock on the sill, spinning the volume almost all the way down. She straightened to grin at her head on as she reached out for Nairi’s hand. “Dad always said I was precocious. Come on, I made something for you!”

“Oh, what?” said Nairi, feeling the corner of her mouth twitch up as she let Linden tug her across the studio. “I only just figured out how to hang the last thing you painted me.”

Linden laughed again, letting go of her hand to reach up and pull down one of the two jackets from a hook on the back of the far door. “Well, this one hangs in a wardrobe, so I’m sure you’ll figure that out on your own.”

Nairi looked at the leather being offered to her, then back up at Linden, who jiggled the coat hanger at her.

She took it. It was a heavy, white motorcycle jacket, with two crisp stripes running the full length of the sleeves in red and green. The cuffs were zipped with sturdy silver tabs, and the pockets looked to fall just under the ribs with the same zips as closures. It was high-necked and padded in a way she instinctively approved of, with extra buckles at the neck and waist over the front zip. On the back Linden had painted an ourobouros of a dragon in green and black, its eye the same bright red as the stripe on the sleeves.

“Try it on,” said Linden eagerly, nodding at her. “I snooped in your drawers before I bought the jacket, so it should be the right size.”

Nairi felt her mouth twitch again, and she slipped the jacket on over her shoulders. It was comfortably snug around her arms, and heavy in a way that made it feel like it belonged there. The leather was a little stiff, not yet worn in, and the zip sufficiently toothy so that it took a second try to tug it down again. “It’s great,” she said, looking up and smiling back at Linden. “Thank you, you didn’t have to get me this.”

Linden was reaching up bring down its twin, and she glanced back over her shoulder at Nairi as she pulled it on. “Look, I saw them as I was walking past and I wanted one for me, and then I saw the white and I just hadto.” Hers was dark, crimson like her favourite wine-red lipstick, with thick, soft, elasticated fabric around the cuffs and waist hem. The painted embellishments were little lines of matchstick fires around the wide pockets, and a cherry tree in full blossom on the back, with a vintage style painting of a pair of cherries over one shoulder like a fake patch. “It gave me an excuse to break out the good paints too, the ones I haven’t used since I was a student. I had a lot of friends who did costume shit for theatre, the hardcore kind, it was nice to use them again! And like, I know it’s totally the wrong time of year for warm jackets and I should’ve held out for your birthday ‘cause it would’ve been perfect, but I got excited when I finished them and it’s been hard enough keeping my trap shut while I waited for them to dry.”

“It’s totally fine,” said Nairi, watching Linden give a little spin to show off her jacket before she shrugged it off again. “It’s just an early birthday present. Very early—preparatory, so I don’t have to wait for my birthday once it starts getting cold, and now you don’t have to worry about getting something for the day as well.”

Linden laughed again, ushering her back across the studio towards the pastries. “Oh, nice try, but you’re not escaping the birthday fun that easy,” she teased, picking up her coffee and nudging her broken chair towards Nairi with one foot. “Come on, sit, eat, give me the good goss, tell me how you and Aggy are going.”

“There’s not a lot happening, really,” said Nairi blandly, taking her tea back from Linden and sitting gingerly. The chair held, thankfully, if with a little more bounce than she’d been expecting. “You know, everything’s just kind of… fine.”

Linden pouted over her coffee before proceeding to loot the pastry bag. “Oh, that’s boring though! You two never do anything exciting, and you’ve been dating for like, months now. Seriously, nothing new?”

The impulse to laugh bubbled high in Nairi’s throat, and she swallowed it, wondering briefly where it had come from. “I think I’m okay with boring, honestly. Is your dating life not exciting enough?”

That got a snort as Linden resettled herself to lean back against the counter, raspberry crown in hand. “It’s a little cooled down at the moment, I won’t lie. Like, Simon and I are technically still ‘on’,you know, we’re just not, doing as much.”

“Tapering off, or just laying low from Nicholas?” asked Nairi with a small grin, catching the pastry bag as Linden tossed it to her.

Linden rolled her eyes, taking a drink from her coffee. “Si’s a big boy, he doesn’t need Nick barging in to tell him how to live his life. He’s still fun, it’s just, you know, reaching the point where people start making comments about taking him home to meet Dad and it’s definitelynot that kind of relationship.”

“Because you’re not expecting a ring or because he’s not up to scratch?” asked Nairi, tearing at a croissant.

“Yes,” said Linden, laughing. “Fuck, jesus, I’m nowhere near thinking about that, much less with Si’! That and Dad would eat him alive, he’s got an English degree—the only thing worse would be fine art.”

She hadn’t said it with any malice, so it was probably a normal sort of joke to make? “High expectations to meet?”

Linden grinned wolfishly. “Any partner I nail down better be ready to jump,” she joked with a darkly amused tone to it. “Dad’s good at what he does so he has high standards—typical lawyer shit, you know?”

Nairi shrugged. “Most of the lawyers I’ve met have just been dicks, but I think it’s different when you’re working with them as opposed to like, being raised by one. Is he defence or attack?”

Linden laughed loudly at that, hiding her grin behind her coffee cup again before answering. “Prosecutor, he’s a DA,” she said, sounding a little lighter. “Highest conviction rate in the state, only the best efforts for his job.”

“Damn, alright,” said Nairi, raising an eyebrow. “Kind of a bigshot?”

Linden nodded, setting her cup down. “Yeah, he gets kinda high profile sometimes—I don’t know if you remember a couple of years back, uh, Maxim Bailey? That guy?”

Oh yeah, she’d heard he’d been arrested. Nairi nodded, making a general noise of affirmation, and Linden nodded along with her.

“Yeah, he’s still salty he didn’t manage to get him on the murder charge, despite getting the other convictions,” said Linden, still nodding like a bobble-head. “Caught a little bit of media at the time, too.”

“Hell of a job,” said Nairi. Her thigh vibrated and she set her tea down to tug her phone out of her pocket.

“Stressful, he’s been talking about changing up careers for a couple months now,” said Linden, finally stopping the motion of her head.

Aga D: How’s your day? Any students for the first couple of classes?

She hesitated, chewing the inside of her cheek as her thumbs hovered over the buttons.

“Is that your giiirl-friend?” asked Linden, her drawl long and amused, and she lifted a leg to prod Nairi’s knee with her toe, making the chair spin a little.

Nairi glanced back at her phone, tapping out a response quickly. “Yeah, she’s just checking in.”

A couple yeah. Just having a quiet day.

Aga D: I’m glad! I’ll let you get back to teaching and stop distracting you :)

She tucked her phone away and picked up her tea again, suddenly not feeling much like eating anything.

Linden’s eyes were unreadable over her coffee, but she was smiling when Nairi looked at her. “That’s nice of her,” she said with a funny note in her voice. “I’m really happy for you two, you know that right?”

“Thanks,” said Nairi, shuffling her unappetising croissant back into its bag to avoid Linden’s piercing eyes. “I’m, um. I’m glad you both, sort of, uh, adopted me? Even if it’s in different ways. It’s been good. Really good.”

She covered her expression with her tea, not really tasting it as she drank. Why had that been hard to say?

Linden’s mouth twitched at the corner, just a hint of her normal dimples. “I’m glad you let us,” she said warmly, and suddenly her eyes were back to normal. “You looked like you could use a couple of friends when we met, and god only knows Agatha needed a relationship that actually worked out after her streak.”

“Yeah?” said Nairi, leaning to set the pastry bag back on the counter.

Linden nodded, giving her a rueful look. “Yeah, I mean, she told you how we met, right? Her boyfriend of like, ten years or some shit was one of my regulars, and when she found that out she showed up on my doorstep in tears, it was kind of fucking rough.”

“Oh, damn,” said Nairi, for lack of anything better. Ten years?Agatha had left that out.

“Yeah,” said Linden with an exaggerated grimace. “I mean, fuck, I’m pretty mercenary when it comes to cheating and the job, but even I felt bad. I helped her do some vandalism on him, and then I introduced her to Flo and some nice single people who helped her figure out she was into women, so like, it all worked out eventually, but it was kind of a rough time for her, you know?”

“Yeah,” echoed Nairi, feeling the pastry sink to the bottom of her stomach. “I’m glad it worked out, in the end.”

“Like I said,” said Linden, nudging her again with a wink and a smile, “she just needed someone like you to swoop in and be the good, stable girlfriend for her.”

Her tone was light and teasing, and Nairi made herself swallow more tea before she answered. “Right, yeah. I don’t know how ‘good’ I am at the whole, Prince Charming thing.”

She’d been trying for a joke, but it fell flat between them.

“You’re doing fine,” said Linden, her tone softening a little, and she looked at Nairi with earnestness in her eyes. “Seriously, Princess. You’re doing fine.”

End of book 1.

#book muay thai #series honey tree #serial fiction #lgbt fiction #117 #book 1

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