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runa-falls · 10 months

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Soo, (reffing to fluffer ff) how do you think the boys would react if they couldn't request you because you're working with somebody else or if they see you working with someone else?

ooooh shitttttt 🫢 alright, let's explore that shall we?

a/n: uhhh….i’m so sorry that this took so long omg 😭 i love you nonnie, i just forgor~ i'm making a second part to this where they find out reader was an amateur porn star before she became a fluffer :3 it's mostly all smut ngl, so anyway...

cw: explicit smut w/ jake only.. sry marc/steven hoes (18+), jealous!marc [angst, fluff], soft!steven [fluff[, out-of-pocket!jake [straight smut], inaccurate depiction of sex work, dirty talk, not proof-read!!

w/c: 1.7k [my baddd]

Fluffing for Others:

Being a fluffer was your job before you met the boys and you continued to do it after. The thing is, after you met the boys, you were so busy working with them that your already limited work schedule had no space for other clients.

But occasionally, one of your earlier clients will request you months in advance for a big project, and you have no reason to decline them (that is, until the boys convince you to stop working).

Marc [slight angst, fluff]:

"Sorry baby, I can't make it Tuesday, I have another client--"

Marc was just telling you about his next production that's set to film in the next few days.

Of course, he springs the gig on you just as it's about to happen.

He always does this, assuming you'd be free, and happy to join him. He never gives you more than a week to prepare, and usually you're fine with it. But this time, you're busy.

"Wait, another client?" You nod, but he's still not getting it, like he can't believe his ears. "Like a different client? Like an 'outside of this body' client?" You sigh.

Of course, he's reacting like this.

"Yes Marc, an old friend called and booked me for the week. I put it on the joint calendar, didn't you see it?" His eyebrows furrow as he takes in your words. "He's doing a movie length exclusive, so he called way in advance."

"But...but what about me?" He pouts -- literally pouts -- as he walks closer to you, backing you against the kitchen counter.

You raise a brow, "What about you?"

"What am I gonna do?" His hands hold you by the waist, pulling you close while he nuzzles his nose against your neck. He does this when he's trying to comfort himself -- buries his face against your body and holds you close.

He's so dramatic.

"Don't be so whiney, Marc. A girl's gotta work too." He hmphs in discontent as he hoists you onto the edge of the counter. You loop your arms around his neck easily and make him look at you. His soft brown eyes shyly meet yours, "I don't complain when you fuck your co-workers."

"That's--"

You send him a warning look, "I swear to god if you say it's different..."

"No, you're right, honey..." He's sheepish when he looks at you, realizing how his jealousy got the best of him once again. "I just...want you all to myself sometimes." You peck him on the cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, suppressing a smile as he leans into you with a sigh. He's so easy.

"I'm yours, baby." His hands squeeze at your waist at those words. He loves hearing you say that. Loves that you're here in his kitchen, always ready to receive his needy affection.

"So... are you free next week?"

You snort.

"Marc, you can't keep moving your productions for me. You could always find another back-up fluffer..."

"Not doing it without you." He mumbles, lips brushing against yours.

You lean into him and your noses nudge against each other. You're not quite kissing him, but when you're looking into his eyes like this, it feels just as intimate.

"Yeah, I'm free."

He grins, "Good. It's a date." He captures your lips in his and you wrap your legs around his hips to pull him closer.

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Steven [fluff!]:

Telling Steven was pretty easy. He knew about it before you even told him, seeing it on the 'family calendar' that you forced each boy to join.

"You need a ride to production Monday? I could call you an early cab as we don't have a car and all. Don't want you to have to catch the bus."

Steven is lying next to you, having woken up in the body this morning. He's always been more of a morning person compared to the other boys, despite looking perpetually tired.

"Aw, thanks honey, but I'm fine. Their sending a company car since it's such a long filming schedule." You snuggle up closer to him, craving his warmth from the morning coolness that blows through the flat. He lets you settle against him, wrapping an arm around your torso.

"A company car? ...fancy."

"Anything is fancier than our usual walk and transit ride." You giggle against the thin fabric of his shirt, slightly muffling your words with how closely you cling to him.

Steven is dressed in Marc's pajamas: a tight undershirt and briefs, clothes you rarely get to see Steven in when he's fronting. Usually, he prefers looser clothing made of soft and comfy materials.

You can't complain though. Seeing Steven (unintentionally) show off his built body while acting all cozy and sweet makes you heat with want.

"You don't mind I'm working for other clients again?"

He tilts his head as if he's just now considering it.

"No, why would I? It's your job, just like how I have mine."

You pause, surprised by how cool he is with it.

"Oh...yeah."

“I actually thought you'd be doing this more often..." You look up at him, meeting his soft and sleepy gaze, "I mean, I thought everyone would be requesting you." He whispers, unsure if you'd appreciate his comments.

You hum, "I only had one company that hired me as a general assistant and only three regulars." You smile at him, remembering the first time you met him, "But then I met you guys, and you took over my whole life."

"...Then we met you, and now you're our life." Your heartbeat picks up at his words. It feels like something is squeezing at your chest in the most pleasant way possible.

Steven never realizes how poet and sweet he can be. You truly believe he just says whatever is on his mind.

"But you still work, and I still need to work..."

"You’re so beautiful, sweetheart, anyone would be lucky to be in your presence, let alone touched by you.”

You bite your bottom lip, hard.

How can he say such wonderful things? Make you feel so tender and loved that you could fall apart under his gentle gaze?

Intense emotions tighten in the back of your throat and all you can do is hold him closer, clutch him until he can feel what you're unable to voice.

"I love you, Steven. You know that right?" It's barely rasped out, but he hears it.

"Of course, darling." He pecks the top of your head, "You know I love you more, though."

A smile pulls at your lips, "Impossible. I love you so much you can't even comprehend it."

He chuckles before offering his rebuttal, "Well actually..."

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Jake (NSFW 18+):

Jake took it as well as you thought he would...

His hand squeezes lightly at the sides of your throat, testing the waters as he continues to rapidly thrust into you. You wince as his fingers dig into the fresh bruises that he suckled into your skin earlier.

“Bet they wish they could fuck you like this...feel you quiver around their cock," You groan as he angles his cock to drag against the walls of your cunt, expertly nudging against that explosive spot inside of you. "But they can’t, because your mine, right honey?”

You nod wordlessly, barely able to comprehend what he said.

He buries himself deep inside of you with a huff and holds himself there until you're squirming under him. "Right?" He grits out, frustrated with your lack of response.

Your body shakes as his cock continues to press flush against the back of your cunt, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure all over. You feel so full, completely stretched, and filled to the brim; you can barely move without crying out.

"Yes, yes, please, Jake, I'm yours--"

He pulls out briefly before swiftly pushing back in and it feels like you had the wind knock out of you. "That's right, baby, take it. Show 'em who you belong to."

You shutter out breathes as he works himself into your body, holding you down so you can't move a muscle without him knowing. Sloppy sounds remind you just how needy you are for him, how much you love it when he treats you like this.

Jake lets you go and work for clients, but he'll be damned if you go without his mark on you. Without a physical reminder that you're his.

It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust them.

You're the perfect woman, someone he couldn't resist when he was just a client to you. So how can he be sure your other clients won't try to woo you like he did?

"Fuck, honey," He growls, grinding his hips against yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible so he can cum deep inside of you. "You're so good to me, letting me do this when you gotta be on set in an hour..."

Your head is tilted back, and eyes are closed tight as you desperately try to hold back your orgasm, waiting for him. You whine as he rubs your clit, legs trembling around him.

"Please, Jake, cum for me...c-cum inside..."

"You gonna keep it all in for me, baby? Keep me stuffed inside of you as you jerk some loser off?" You cry, clenching around him as he coos at you, unable to hold back anymore.

"Mm... that’s right, honey, let go. Go ahead, soak me." He grunts when he feels you flutter around him and pushes in deeper, enjoying how tight you get when he talks dirty to you.

You writhe pathetically under him as you ride out your high, whimpering as he sharply fucks a few last thrusts into you before painting your walls with warmth. He fills you so much it starts to drip out of you as he pulls out.

His fingers push it back in before anymore could escape and ruin the couch under you. He hums thoughtfully as he fingers you, making sure you're all filled up for the day.

"Looks like you're ready for work." His eyes drift over your lust bitten lips, the marks covering your neck, and the mess at the center. He smirks, proud of his work.

"Thanks, baby." You smile sweetly.

You really do have the best boyfriends in the world...

#anon #pornstar!moon boys #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockely #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #steven grant fluff #jake lockely smut #marc spector fluff #too many tags

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neverevan · 19 days

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Moodboard Monday/Tidbit Tuesday 🍂

Heeeey. Happy Tuesday gang, just two more days until another banger episode before the break! For some reason, I felt like bringing this fic back for today, at least a little taste of it. (Also, I kinda forgot how much I used to enjoy making mood boards for my wips; a habit I shall get back into soon enough, I think.✨)

Buck was driving just on the edge of the speed limit as he listened to the loud rhythmic beeps of his phone as it tried to connect his call.

“Hey Buck, what’s up?” Eddie’s voice was filled with levity as it came through the speaker; the bliss of unknowing, Buck figured.

“Hey Eddie, I’m… fuck, I’m on my way to your place.” Buck huffed as he steered the Jeep into the other lane.

“What? Buck, did something happen?”

“I- no, yes. I need someone to talk to and I-I know I should’ve waited until I got there but I couldn’t, I can’t—”

“Okay, okay, breathe Buck, breathe. Tell me what’s going on.” Eddie’s tone took on that grounding softness he used with distressed victims on calls and Buck couldn’t quite decide if it was helping to recognize the comparison or not.

“I—” How do you even say something like this out loud? He tapped on the steering wheel nervously, searching for the right words, but all he could achieve was a deep frown and a sour pout twisting his lips downwards.

“Buck? You’re starting to scare me.”

“I’m, I—” Alright, let’s start with he facts. “I got a call from the hospital.”

“What? Is it Maddie? Is she okay? Why are you coming here instead of—”

“Ma-Maddie’s fine.” Buck cut him off. “It wasn’t her.”

“Buck, I’m trying to be patient here but you’re not helping.”

Buck smiled a little despite himself; he could so easily imagine Eddie pacing up and down in his living room, with the phone pressed to his ear, frowning and pushing his bottom lip out nervously.

“It w- it was Connor. And Kameron, I… there was an accident.”

“Okay.” Eddie said slowly and the picture of him in Buck’s mind started to frown deeper. “So, what does that have to do with you, why would the hospital call you?”

Buck couldn’t help a bitter laugh escape his lips as he turned down to his exit from the highway.

“A-apparently, you’re not the only one who wrote me into their will and forgot to mention it.”

✨I have been tagged by and am tagging the lovely @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @goforkinard @exhuastedpigeon @nmcggg @bidisasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @honestlydarkprincess @watchyourbuck @actualalligator @bucksbignaturals @ladydorian05 mwuahhh 💛

#I really hope I get to work this out after the season finale #it's just this mental block I have while the show's running but after that it'll be a smoother ride I'm sure #besides who knows what kind of cliffhanger they'll leave us with at the end of this season lmao #buddie #911 #911 abc #wip #the baby fic

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scottishcommune · 6 months

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On Saturday the 14th of October 2023, at a rally for Palestine in Dundee, Scotland, 3rd year student Tánaiste had a speech read out in his absence. In his speech he called out the University of Dundee for refusing to release a statement condemning ethnic cleansing and war crimes against Palestinians, contrasting this with his university's speedy condemnation of the Russian invasion of Ukraine. In this speech he declared that, if the university has not released an appropriate statement by Friday the 20th of October, then beginning on Monday 23rd Tánaiste fully intends to start a hunger strike. His stated aim is to organise the students and staff at the uni into a campaign that will cause the faculty leadership to reconsider whether silence in the face of genocide is truly in the best interests of the institution. Updates are likely to be shared on Tánaiste's instagram, which can be found here, and on the Dundee University Socialist Society's facebook page, which can be found here.

The full text of his speech is as follows:

I am in England and am unable to be here. Thank you to my comrades for reading this out for me.

My name is TAW-nish-ta (Tánaiste) I'm a 3rd year Community Education student at the University of Dundee. I remember when Russia invaded Ukraine on Saturday 20th February 2022, by Thursday my university and student union had put out a statement: "It is our sincere hope that, even at this stage, a more peaceful solution can be found to the current conflict that avoids bloodshed and tragedy."

A fortnight later, they put out a further statement outlining: "the University’s unequivocal condemnation of the invasion... We must continue to hope that international pressure on Russia will have a positive effect, however bleak the situation may look today."

No public statement has come this time, as we face the real prospect of a genocide, aided and abetted by our own government and so called Leader of the Opposition. I directly asked the Principal why we have put out no statement. This was the University’s response: "The current situation is tragic with a shocking level of unjustifiable violence against innocent people. But it is also very complex and there will be many different perspectives on it. For that reason the University will not be taking a public stance on the matter."

I have no words for this act of moral cowardice. No words. What is complex about ethnic cleansing? What is complex about collective punishment? Which syllable of genocide do they need repeating? I saw a tweet which summed it up so well: "Universities be like 'We support genocide and apartheid. Please seek mental health support.'"

The leadership of my university are making the judgment that it is not in their institutional interest to even condemn genocide. Perhaps they are right. Perhaps the balance of power and PR is that actually to remain silent is in Dundee University’s best interest.

Our task as students is to change their calculation by all means available to us. There are many methods available. We have a student council and student union. They can be used. We can organise mass letters. And other tactics exist.

Our cause is moral, is just, and is seen to be so by the majority of students and staff at my university. They are waiting to be stirred at action, to be mobilised, to be quickened. I would like to announce my contribution to this campaign.

If the university has not issued an appropriate statement by Friday 20th October, I shall not eat food until the University publicly denounces the war and calls for an immediate ceasefire. I do not pretend this will end the war, but as my Principal said, "We must continue to hope that international pressure" will work.

One thing we have learnt so brutally in the comparison of how Ukraine and Palestine have been treated is that Black Lives Don't Matter. The imminent extermination of 2 million Gazans does not provoke our governments let alone our universities, to offer even token support for universal human rights. In the circumstances, a hunger strike for an achievable victory is the least I can do.

I know the University cares about its public image. I gently suggest to them that "Dundee student dies on hunger strike because University won't denounce genocide" will be bad PR. Their open day on 28th October will be marred by day 6 of a hunger strike for all prospective students to see.

I hope that my University looks at the prospect of a white British student starving to death and extends its compassion to the millions in Palestine who, for only the crime of existing, are being hourly killed.

#Palestine #Dundee #University of Dundee #hunger strike #uk pol #scot pol

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leothil · 1 month

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fic recs: archive edition 20

I realized today that Mondays actualy are a pretty good day for posting these lists! We're no longer getting our weewoo fix on Mondays, so it's a great time to dive into some fics to soothe the longing until Thursday arrives (or Friday, for those of us living in future timezones).

This week I chose fics that have some kind of AU elements or strong canon divergence, all from november 2021.

Previous posts in the series are here!

the handyman can ('cause he fixes it with love) by iphigenias (@oatflatwhite) AU where Buck is a handyman who turns up to fix Eddie's blocked sink, and Eddie tries desperately to not ogle him. The most excellent fluffy silliness! 4k words, rated T

Been in the Dark Since the Day We Met by @hmslusitania I shall continue to shout my love for magic!Eddie from the rooftops, even when (or especially when?) he's not a very good witch (or is he? 👀). He's trying to teach Christopher about magic and how to control it, but to his surprise Buck shares some information about the magical world that Eddie never knew about. Part 1, and you will want to read part 2! 4.1k words, rated T

life sure can try to put love through it by wafflesofdoom (@capseycartwright) Buck wakes up after an accident at work and has lost three years' worth of memories - including that he's now married to Eddie. Navigating this new world is harsh for both him and Eddie, and there's a lot of sadness on both sides while they wait to see if Buck's memories will return. There are so many details in this fic that are fascinating to see that the fandom predicted, even if they played out slightly differently in canon! 20.3k words, rated G

Why Do All The Monsters Come Out at Night? by @princessfbi Witch!Buck who the wind whispers to, and vampire!Eddie whose coven doesn't approve of the way he wants to live his life. Follows roughly S2 events and storylines. What can I say, I'm a big sucker for magic AUs, and the elemental magic in this one really speaks to me! 41.3k words, rated M

Enjoy your week, weewoo day is approaching!

#fic rec #911 fic rec #buddie fic rec #911 fic #buddie fic #frida's archive project #buddie fanfic #911 fanfic

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eldritch-nightmare · 8 months

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heyy!! can i request LJ and Candypop ( ,,if you write for him) sharing a fem!reader? (headcanons or something else) i don’t mind <33

a/n: I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT CANDY POP WAIT omg he's one of those creepypastas that i heard about but never really looked into so. first time writing him so i hope i did him justice for you! i wasn't sure if you wanted something more lighthearted or something darker so i did my best to keep it balanced.

LJ and Candy Pop sharing a fem!reader.

warnings: my knowledge of candy pop comes from the creepypasta files wiki page so just a heads up if i get something wrong, opted to make reader a creepypasta here but it's very vague, lj and candy pop are like frenemies in this i suppose, sorta hints that the reader might've been forced into this relationship, my hand slipped and i dropped a 'good girl' in here somewhere i couldn't help myself, possessive behavior from both of them, implied unhealthy relationship.

Man, what's it like having a 7ft tall imaginary monochrome clown that terrorizes children and a 7ft tall colorful Night Terrors possessed jester be in love with you? It's probably a strange experience.

They both argue over who caught feelings for you first. LJ swears up and down that he fell for you first, but Candy Pop claims it to be love at first sight. Honestly, you've just chosen to believe that they both fell for you around the same time.

The two of them were definitely hesitant to share you, though that was more on Candy Pop's side than it was LJ's. Listen, sharing a body/soul with the literal demon king makes you a bit possessive over things, okay?

You don't particularly mind either way, to be honest. They're both a bit... much to handle at times, but you guys make it work. Like... literally. You had to plan out an entire schedule and everything because they kept bickering about how much time the other spent with you.

LJ gets you on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays while Candy Pop gets you on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Sundays are days you spend alone because it's always good to have some time for yourself.

Of course, they don't... follow the schedule that often. Why would they? They aren't confined to the mortal chains of schedules.

They are both equally romantic in their own right, and you won't lie, you certainly have enjoyed a few of the spontaneous dates they've taken you on. Sometimes, they'll even get together long enough to plan out an outing for all three of you. They can get along, see?

Now, we can't forget that they are both murderous entities. One is an imaginary friend turned serial killer and the other is... something. A demon? A poor possessed soul of a jester? Whatever he is, he's deadly. Shall I provide some examples?

Example one: Laughing Jack was abandoned by the one person he was created to befriend, so trust me when I tell you that he has some deeply rooted abandonment issues. He's all fun and games until there's even the slightest possibility of you leaving him. Even if someone makes an offhand remark about how you should leave him, his entire persona does a complete 180.

Suddenly, his hold on you is just a bit more tighter than it normally is, and you can feel his nails digging into your skin, threatening to draw blood. It's a subtle, silent threat of what he could do to you if you ever tried leaving him.

Example two: Candy Pop, as a whole, is somebody you have to be wary around because his mood can flip like a switch. He'll be happily humming away about some random topic one moment, and the next he's pushing you up against a nearby wall and looking at you with such a crazed look that it's almost hard to believe that this is the same person who claims to be in love with you.

He's the type to remind you of where you belong. You belong by his and LJ's side, so don't you ever forget that, okay? You really don't want to see what'll happen if you do.

In the end, though LJ and Candy Pop have a habit of bickering with each other, they'll make one hell of a team if it means keeping you in their grasp. You don't fit with anyone but them, and you don't need to fit with anyone other than them. They're the perfect match for you, and you'll come to see that sooner or later. So, all you need to do is be a good girl and stay by their side, got it?

It's Sunday. Sundays are supposed to be your day. You had plans to hang out with the other girls, maybe even play dress up with Sally if she was up for it. So, why the hell were you currently stuck in bed, sandwiched between a clown and a jester?

You have no clue because you just woke up and they were already here. Sure, you could just… wiggle your way out of bed but then they would wake up. Do they even need to sleep? They aren't mortal like you are, so sleep doesn't seem like a necessity to them. But it's not like you can just stay in bed all day either. You had things you wanted to do!

So, with a very silent sigh, you slowly start to sit up, untangling yourself from the mass of limbs trapping you to your bed. You were able to sit up with relative ease, the hard part would be crawling over either LJ or Candy Pop to get out of bed. That would be… that would be difficult.

Even if you were to try and crawl over one of them, you weren't able to because before you could even decide which one to crawl over, you were being pushed back into laying down again by Candy Pop.

You let out a small 'oof' as soon as your back hit the mattress.

"Where do you think you're going?" You hear LJ ask, and with one quick glance at him, you can see a slight pout on his face. It was almost enough to make you forget about the feeling of his nails gently grazing your stomach.

If he just decided to dig them into your--

"She's not going anywhere." Candy's voice murmurs directly next to your ear, effectively cutting off your train of thought. You only belatedly realize that he had buried his face into your neck, his hair brushing against your face, "Right, angel?"

Well… it seems like you're not going to be getting rid of these two today, so whatever plans you had for the day were going to have to be put on hold until next Sunday. You just hoped the two of them didn't make a habit of this.

#anon #laughing jack x reader #candy pop x reader #laughing jack x you #candy pop x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta #literally slapped a photo of candy pop into pixlr and hyper zoomed on his eyes to look at the pixels to figure out the exact shade of them #and i didn't even mention his eyes in this so it was a pointless endeavor #i spent 4 hours writing this i think bc i kept getting distracted so if it's a mess im sorry

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 9 months

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Motivation (P.SH)

Word Count : 1.6k

Synopsis : He was her tutor but she would rather party than study. That is until she has the proper motivation.

Warnings : drinking, partying, swearing, smut

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

Smut Warnings : unprotected sex, marking, praise, breeding kink, oral (f. receiving), orgasm denial, fingering, i think that's everything

The music drowned any thoughts she had while the alcohol burned her throat. She lost her friends a while ago despite their promise of not leaving her alone if she came out with them tonight. But she didn’t mind the distraction from the homework that seemed to suffocate her. Seonghwa was going to have a few choice words for her on Monday during their tutoring session, but she didn’t mind.

It didn’t bother her when he was angry at her. He looked hot when he was angry and it usually had her clenching her thighs together. Though Seonghwa looked hot no matter what, but there was something about him when he was angry that just pushed her over the edge a little bit more.

She took another shot as she felt her phone buzz with a text. Shouldn’t you be studying and not partying? She looked around unable to spot Seonghwa hiding just around the corner from where she was, and unable to help the playful smile that spread across her face. With a couple drinks running through her veins, her confidence was sky high.

Why don’t you give me some motivation to do my homework? Seonghwa knew she was interested in him. Whether it was purely sexual or if there was some romantic feelings involved as well he wasn’t too sure. But when he became a tutor he vowed to himself never to be that tutor.

But she would show up to their sessions in tiny little sundresses. With her hair pulled back, showing off the deep v of the dress, her chest and neck on display, begging to be marked with deep purple. God she would look amazing covered in his marks.

He didn’t want to be that tutor but he couldn’t help himself when she was practically begging for him. Like she was meant for him and only for him. I’ll fuck you if you do all your homework. He replied before he could second guess the reply, watching as she almost dropped her phone.

Seonghwa made his move then, making his way over to her, and wrapping his arms around her from behind. Leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Let’s get out of here, shall we?” She was wearing yet another sundress, looking so innocent, and he couldn’t wait to rip it off her and see what’s waiting for him underneath.

She leaned into his touch, her body already on fire. “Yeah.” She breathed out. “Let’s go.” He didn’t waste another second, grabbing her hand, and dragging her out of the party he didn’t want to go to in the first place. He already wasted so much time denying what he really wanted. He wanted her and he was going to take all over her, make her his.

As soon as the door was closed, his lips were on hers, and she kissed him back with the same amount of urgency, as if they didn’t have all night. “I need to know you’re sober and that you actually want this.” Seonghwa paused, holding her face in his gently.

“Seonghwa, I have wanted you for months. Just fuck me already.” She initiated this kiss this time, wrapping her arms around his neck, lightly gripping his hair as he deepened the kiss. He started kissing down her neck as he pushed her towards the bed. His lips left her skin for a few seconds as he lifted her and threw her onto the bed, quickly climbing on top of her and attaching his lips to her neck once again, as if he was a vampire in desperate need of blood.

“Gonna mark you up all pretty, kitten.” He grumbled, sucking on her skin, his hands exploring the parts of her body he’s only fantasized about touching. “Mark you up so everyone knows you’re mine.” He started sucking on a different part of her neck, causing a soft moan to leave her lips, and he knew he found the sweet spot, so he took extra time on that spot.

His fingers ghosted over her hardened nipples a few times, and when he finally gently squeezed them between his fingers, she bucked her hips upwards, her pussy meeting his dick.

“So sensitive.” He teased with a smile. He so badly wanted to take his time, tease her more, but it was killing him seeing her laying in his bed, looking up at him with those eyes. Those eyes that were begging him to fuck her, to absolutely ruin her. And he couldn’t wait. “Take this off.” He practically growled and she listened, quickly removing her dress as he removed his shirt and jeans. “Such a good girl.”

“Stop teasing.” She whined.

“Be patient kitten.” He hovered over her again, his lips lightly ghosting over her skin, peppering soft kisses down her body, slowly making his way down to her pussy, his fingers looping through the lacy waistband, pulling them down her legs as he pressed a kiss to her clit, causing her to shiver. “So pretty.” He said before he began eating her out like he had been starving for days. She could feel herself so close to coming undone, but then he stopped, causing her to whine. “Gotta earn your orgasm.” He teased, cocking his head to the side. And she wished she could hate him, but god did he look so fucking hot with her juices glistening on his face and his head cocked to the side.

“Anything. Please just let me cum.” She whined. He started asking her questions from the homework he had given her as he buried his fingers inside her. Every time she would get an answer right he would curl his fingers and go a little faster but would stop if she got one wrong.

“Good girl.” He said after five right answers, curling his fingers inside her again, and licking her clit at the same time. “Cum for me kitten. Don’t hold back. Let it all out.” Her legs began to shake as she got closer to cumming and he began licking her clit again, his fingers still pumping inside of her.

“Fuck don’t stop Hwa. I’m so close.” She threw her head back in pleasure as she came undone, Seonghwa wasting no time in licking it all up and then kissing her so she could have a taste. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he hovered over her, grinding his still clothed dick into her pussy, making her moan into his mouth.

“Taste so good kitten. I could eat you for days.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

“You sure you don’t want my dick?” He joked, grinding down again, and she moaned again. “Needy little thing aren’t you.”

“Only for you.”

“Yeah?” He teased. “Should I fill you with my cum then? Really claim you as mine?” She moaned at the thought. “You like that?” He continued grinding down on her clit. “Want me to breed you hmm?” She nodded, lightly scratching at his chest. “Use your words kitten.”

“Breed me, Hwa. Please fill me with your cum.” He quickly removed his boxers, throwing them who knows where, he really didn’t care. All he cared about in this moment was feeling her pussy wrapped around his dick.

He lined it up before slowly entering, not wanting to hurt her. The stretch burned a little, but it felt so good. She was begging for more and he was a giver. He started slow, beginning with questions again, going a little faster with each correct answer. He could feel her clenching, getting close to her second orgasm, and she stopped answering his questions, so he stopped moving, wrapping his hand around her throat.

Her eyes went wide at the soft pressure around her throat. “Answer my questions if you want to cum kitten.” She stuttered out that she didn’t know so he added a bit more pressure and moved onto the next question.

As he began moving again, she was quickly reaching her high again causing her to stutter and forget her answers which made him stop. “Please let me cum.” She whined.

“Gotta answers my questions if you want to cum.” It was torture to him too but it also felt so good. Watching her get desperate for a release, tears welling up in her eyes, his hand wrapped around her throat, some of his marks still showing. She looked so pretty, so ethereal. So perfect for him. She answered the next question correctly and he decided that she deserved another orgasm.

“Fuck.” She moaned as his thrusts began to get sloppy, both of them getting close to their highs. As she began to clench around him, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Fuck Hwa I’m going to cum.”

“Cum for me kitten.” He growled and she let go. A few more thrusts and he came, but he didn’t stop. “Gonna fuck this cum into you, make sure none of it gets out.” He said as he removed his hand from her throat and pressed his lips to hers. “Mine.” He said softly as he pulled out, laying beside her, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Yours.” She replied with a soft smile.

“Let me run a bath for you and get you some water.” She nodded and he quickly pressed his lips to hers again, quickly growing addicted to the way her kisses felt, and left for the bathroom. When he returned, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, gently placing her into the warm water, and then handed her a glass of cold water.

“Join me.” She softly spoke, looking up at him with eyes he just couldn’t refuse. She was going to be his weakness and he honestly couldn’t wait.

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“Cleo, what time is it?”

Cleo pulled out her pocket watch. “Why Joe, I believe it’s noon.”

“And it’s Monday! You know what that means!” Joe began to furiously type into his communicator.

“You know Joe, you could, like, pre-type this out so you don’t have to stress it every Monday at noon.”

“I hear you, but honestly, I’d probably end up hitting send by accident, and then who knows what might happen.” Joe said very seriously.

<joehills: Happy Monday hermits! HHH is starting now until 2. Does anyone need any help?>

“So I’m guessing no one has approached you with an HHH job?” Cleo asked.

“Nope.” Joe sighed. “Well, if no one needs anything, we can weed the community garden.” He said, indicating to the long-ignored garden at spawn. “You know what I was thinking about the other day?”

“What’s that, Joe?” Cleo sat down on the ground.

“You. More specifically, how you’re dead. Even more specifically, I was wondering if your zombie body could be used as fertilizer. Now hear me out-”

“Hello Cleo And Joe Hills!”

Joe was cut off by a loud voice, and he and Cleo turned around to find King Ren standing on top of the community tent, holding a megaphone to his mouth.

“Howdy King Ren!” Joe said, doing his best megaphone impression by cupping his hands around his mouth. “Do you need any help with anything today? Hermits Helping Hermits is happening and helping until two today!”

“Oh Joe Hills, You Read My Mind, Baby!” Ren dropped down in front of them and patted Joe on the back. He lowered his megaphone and leaned in conspiratorially. “So, when you say Hermits Helping Hermits, I was wondering, does that helpage have limits?”

Cleo stood up and crossed her arms. “Hypothetically no, but it’s at our discretion. Like, we won’t rub your feet.”

“Okay, what about murder?” Ren whispered, covering the mouth of his megaphone just in case.

Cleo and Joe looked at each other, Cleo raising an eyebrow and Joe shrugging.

“Yeah I guess, HHH can help with that until two. I’m always down for a bit of murder.” Cleo said. “Who’s the target?”

“This shouldn’t take long. The soup group dudes are the targets: Impulse, Gem, and Pearl. I have received wordage that they plan to remove me and my crown from power, and that just won’t do! I need them gone!”

“Sure thing, king guy.” Joe said. “Any particular way we should do the murdering?”

“No, I’ll leave that up to you.” Ren said. He lifted the megaphone back to his mouth. “King Out!” He flew away, the megaphone screeching and making the king whimper.

“Right, well, I guess the weeding can wait another week.” Joe said.

“Tragic.” Cleo said, although Joe wasn’t sure she was actually sad about not being able to weed the garden. “Shall we?”

“Now Cleo.” Joe said, stopping her from taking off into the sky. “This is not some simple matter. This is going to be a two against three fight if we aren’t prepared. Also, forgive me, but didn’t Pearl brutally kill you in double life?”

“Yeah, yeah, and Gem’s won an MCC.” Cleo sighed.

“What about Impulse?” Joe asked.

Cleo considered the question. “Impulse is a sweet guy.” She finally said.

“So we should go for him first?”

“Oh, definitely.” Cleo said, pulling out her knife. “Can we go now?”

“We need potions- invisibility, maybe strength…” Joe reminded her. “That’ll be easy, we can get them from Cub, then we can go.”

After stocking up on potions, food, and weapons, Cleo and Joe took off for the soup group’s area.

“Pearl’s landscape is gorgeous…” Cleo sighed.

“This whole area is super well-done, let’s not kid ourselves. We’re in the presence of masters of the craft.” Joe responded, and they landed in a tree to scope out the situation. “Where could they be?”

“Oh, look, nametags!” Cleo whispered, pointing to the huge blue-topped mushroom in the middle of Pearl’s landscape. And indeed, there were three nametags up in the bulb of the mushroom. “That must be them!”

“Okay, invisibility on!” Joe whispered. They both drank the potions. “I’ll hold my sword in my hand so you can see me, Cleo. We have to be super sneaky- I’m sure they’re expecting assassins.”

Cleo and Joe snuck their way across the alien landscape, tiptoeing around bushes and pausing as a cat seemed to take notice of them, but passed by after a while. They stopped to drink more invisibility potions when they needed to, and when they finally got to the mushroom base, they each drank a strength potion. They made their way up the stairs, and right at the door to the top, they could hear Impulse’s rumbling voice, Gem’s sweet tones, and Pearl’s Australian accent.

Joe looked to Cleo, as they were visible now, and nodded his head.

“SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS!” Cleo shouted, brandishing her sword.

“Howdy yall, Hermits Helping Hermits here helping as we always do in this mushroom!” Joe said at the same time.

Pearl, Impulse, and Gem were gathered around a round table, all stunned for a second.

“What’s going on?” Impulse asked.

“We’re going to kill you!” Joe cried.

“Joe! Subtly, remember?” Cleo called to him.

“Oh, right. Darn it. We’re not going to kill you!”

Pearl scratched her head. “What?”

Cleo leapt at her and pinned her to the ground, knife against her throat. Joe raced forward and just kind of barreled into Impulse and Gem- Gem got knocked over, but Joe just kind of bounced off Impulse’s chest. So, he pointed his sword at Impulse instead.

“We have been asked to kill you by the king for plotting against him.” Cleo said. “Which is a service that HHH apparently provides now.”

“Wait…” Joe said suddenly. “Hey Cleo, what time is it?”

Cleo held onto the knife with one hand and pulled out her pocket watch with the other. “Huh. Looks like it’s two o’clock, Joe.”

“Oh, wonderful!” Joe put his sword away. Well, Hermits Helping Hermits is now over, so I guess we’ll be going now.” He helped Gem to her feet. Cleo got off of Pearl and dusted off her dress. “Bye guys!” He waved, and he and Cleo walked out of the mushroom and flew off into the afternoon light.

#in case the joke isn’t clear #they just like stop doing hhh at two regardless of what they’re doing #lol #September 15 2022 #fic #hc9 #soup group #joe hills #zombiecleo #long post

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massivedrickhead · 5 months

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17, please? (If it's been done I'm sorry I didn't see it).

I'll be honest, I didn't really have it in me today. I want to keep the streak going, but I'm not really happy with this. So I'm sorry if it sucks, and I'm sorry it's so short. This is all I can do today.

17. “You’re so cute when you’re tired and speaking in half-sentences.”

Prompt taken from here

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It was a little after 5 am when Chloe returned home from her night shift at the vet clinic.

She expected a quiet house, and she’d planned to just crawl straight into bed and curl up with Beca before she had to leave for work.

She was bone-tired. Her feet were burning, her back aching, and a headache had settled right behind her eyes.

She’d finally finished her two nightshifts of the month - which had ended up being back-to-back this time - and she couldn’t wait for some much-needed time off.

Really, all she wanted to do was sleep.

Chloe was surprised then when she got home and found Beca sitting up at the kitchen table, typing away on her laptop and stopping periodically to rub at her eyes.

“Hey,” Beca said, grinning sleepily at Chloe when she walked through the door. “How was work?”

“Long,” Chloe mumbled, slumping down into the chair beside Beca. “Exauhsting. Why are you up? Too early,” she said, through a yawn.

“Work,” Beca answered with a shrug. “One of our artists is on tour in Europe at the moment, and apparently he couldn’t wait for normal office hours to rearrange his set.”

“Been up long?” Chloe asked, her head coming to rest on her folded arms.

“A couple of hours,” Beca said. “I finished a little bit ago, but I figured I’d wait up for you.”

Chloe gave her a tired grin. “You’re sweet.”

“And you’re so cute when you’re tired and don’t speak in full sentences. Shall we go to bed?”

“Please,” Chloe said, gratefully taking Beca’s hand.

Chloe changed out of her scrubs and into a pair of pyjamas before crawling into bed next to Beca, who was already propped up against the pillow typing something into her phone.

Chloe tapped her on the arm, and Beca lifted it to allow Chloe to cuddle into her side.

“No work,” Chloe said.

“Yes ma’am,” Beca replied, putting her phone down on the nightstand. “You’re not back at work until Monday now, right?”

Chloe gave a grunt of affirmation, her eyes already closed, sleep only seconds away.

“What should we do with our day off together? It’s been a while since we had one.”

“Sleep,” Chloe said.

“You wanna sleep all day?”

“No,” Chloe replied. “I want you to sleep now.”

“Sorry,” Beca said, with a light chuckle.

Beca closed her eyes and took a breath that seemed to fill up her whole chest.

Any stress she’d been feeling from work melted away, and she couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face.

“I love these moments with you,” Beca said. She pressed a kiss to the top of Chloe’s head. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too,” Chloe replied, her voice little more than an exhale. “But if you don’t go to sleep, I’m gonna start asking for a divorce.”

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justagalwhowrites · 3 months

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Next Chapter of Yearling

Hi Yearling Besties!

So the next chapter of Yearling is going to be a big one for a few reasons. One of them is obvious if you’ve read chapter 28. Right now it’s going to end… well, in a way. My initial plan was to wait to publish until I was 1-2k words into chapter 29 to ensure you only had 2-3 days between chapters so the wait wasn’t too bad. But I know some folks are eager to get to the ✨action✨ of it all. SOOOOOOO I’ll let y’all choose when it goes live! Options below:

I shall abide by the poll. I imagine we’ll get this chapter sometime between Friday and Monday depending on poll results? Not entirely sure. I didn’t write yesterday because I worked in person, went car shopping after work (did you know EV SUV options are hella limited and often not in stock in the Midwest? Now you do) and then FOF came out so I was… uh… busy 🫣

Thanks for caring enough about this story to even have an opinion about this or even just read this post. It really means so much to share it with you all. Love you!!!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #yearling #poll

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thedangerwizardparttwo · 6 months

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THEYRE HERE!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY!!! I got them on Monday but I forgot to post about it till now :D , I’ve been so excited to get them especially the pin , I can’t wait to see if we get a book two version with Hyde in this simple form. Anywho to celebrate them arriving I drew this, Hydes worst crime, drawing on a graphic novel.

Extra pick of the pin on my school blazer, where it shall stay until my wedding which I am obviously wearing it to

#the glass scientists #tgs #j&h #digital art #edward hyde #tgs hyde #tgs jekyll #henry jekyll

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pixleslutz · 2 months

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PLEASE ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR NESS ILHSMMMM HE'S MY POOKIE PLEASE ANYTHING FLUFF MAYBE EVEN STEAMMY PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭

If you do this request tysm, stay safe and healthy ▄█▀█●

Anon requested Ness so I shall deliver (I hope) I might do some steamy if yall want a next chapter I’m sorry it took 3 days I just couldn’t come up with a plot and my period has been kicking my ass so I’ve done nothing but sleep and read others stories but today a idea flew to my brain and so I wrote it 💜 I’m still trying to tweak my work as I go any tips are appreciated

Nessxfem!reader

Hope you all enjoy! Much love my sunflowers stay safe and healthy aswell !!!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated 🫶🏻

‼️Request are open btw{on my knees begging yall for requests🧎‍♀️}‼️

Photographerxmodel type Au

Words:1k+

Y/n,ness,and Kaiser all childhood best friends ,after high school ended they all went their separate ways but kept in contact until y/n went abroad to study photography and ness and Kaiser went to go apply to be models for and expensive brand

6 years later y/n was setting at a cafe in Shibuya drinking her favorite drink thinking of where she could apply for a photography job.lost in thought she didn't notice her 2 childhood best friends enter the cafe until Kaiser noticed a familiar face that looked like y/n his childhood best friend he walked up to them "hello might I ask your name? "They were snatched out of thought and they quickly said “Y/n. Kaiser ! I haven’t seen you in years is ness still with you ?” as soon as Ness heard her speak he ran over to see her not even worrying about his spot in line . "Y/n we've missed you so much!"they both said in unison not having seen each other in 6 years they all decided to catch up on what each other was doing..."so y/n what have you been doing since we haven't seen each other in sooooo long".Ness asked. “Well I have been studying abroad in photography and I finally finished about 2 weeks ago so I decided to come back to Japan to see if I could find a decent photography job and so far I haven't had any hits what about you two?”... Kaiser spoke up "me and Ness became models for Louis Vuitton and we have been looking for a photographer and looks like we stumbled upon you at the perfect time

You can come by the company tomorrow and apply to be our photographer I'm 100% sure they will accept you" Kaiser says with a smile “

You thought for a few seconds and decided you would.

So you all 3 began to chat some more about how everyone was doing and what has been happening

“I really enjoyed seeing you both and getting to talk and catch up but it's really late and I need to make it back to my apartment so I think I'll leave first” then they both got up with you “we need to go aswell ... goodbye y/n" they both said in unison .. “wait a second y/n “Kaiser said you spun around to see what he needed he ran up to you with a piece of paper with the company's address. “This is the address you need to come to tomorrow” he said then walked back to where Ness was . “Bye guys I had tons of fun today thanks for the job opportunity aswell” . You then turned back around and headed for your apartment.

~The next day ~

You arrived at the address Kaiser gave you and walked in you asked the lady at the front desk if she could take you to where the manager is

She gladly obliged and took you to where she was .. “thank you “you said and bowed then you knocked. “Come in” says the manager. You walked in and took a seat and she soon asked “you must be the girl Kaiser told me about yesterday”.. “ yes I am he must have told you about me wanting to be he and Ness’s photographer?” You questioned. “Yes you are correct and I would love for you to become their photographer” . “So when do I start” . “Next week Monday morning at 9am” .. “ ok will do thank you for the job” then you got up bowed and left.

~5 months later~

Ness’s pov

It's been 5 months since y/n started being our photographer and my crush on her has never left even after high school and I’m not sure if they feel the same here lately Kaiser has been around her a lot more and he takes her out places in his spare time and just leaves me hanging and it kinda pisses me off that he keeps hogging her and today I decided to take y/n on a date ..

for the past 2 months Kaiser has been spending a lot of time with me and he also had taken me out plenty of times. And I've noticed how Ness’s behavior has changed around Kaiser and i. it breaks my heart to see my high school crush sulk.. I haven't been talking to him because I'm always with Kaiser so I decided today I would ask if he would like to go to the park where we could talk and I can confess to him.

An hour later we were done with the photoshoot and Kaiser as always tried to get me to come with him to a restaurant but I declined and he just looked at me dumbfounded as I walked over to Ness .

“Hey Ness?” I tapped on his back to get his attention.

“Hey y/n can I help you with anything?” He asked

I gathered up all the courage I had and asked “would you like to go out to the park with me ?”

Ness stood in shock that you were the first to ask him out on a date to the park .

“It's ok if you don't want to you said in a panicked tone. Ness jumped out of his trance “no no I would love to go out with you” he said with a sweet smile ...

You had noticed over the past 5 months how he would always be staring at you or trying to make conversation with you but Kaiser would always but in and cut him off you had thought if he felt the same way you did....

~At the park~

Neither of you talked the whole way there when you both sat down on the swings Ness broke the foreboding silence “so what did you need y/n ? “You stood up and said..”Ness I have wanted to ask you this ever since the end of high school but didn’t have the courage or confidence .. I love you Ness” ..

Ness froze not believing what he had just heard he came back to his senses when you were crying because you thought he didn't like you back he then jumped up and picked you up and spun you around and brought you into a loving kiss he then broke the kiss after a few minutes to catch y'all's breath” I have always loved you y/n and always will” he then kissed you again you then broke down in happy tears and so did ness “soooo are we a thing now ?”he asked you lightly hit him on the arm “yes of course” you smiled.. Ness smiled and pulled you in for a hug

The end

#ness x reader #blue lock x y/n #bluelock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock #fluff #photographerxmodelau

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Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: Ralph has to go away for a few days, and neither of you are sure you'll survive your time apart. Words: 1.6k

Ralph liked Mondays, because on Mondays, he got to reunite with the love of his life after two long days apart. And after several days of being sick and bed-bound, he was even more eager to resume regular meetings in the park. Desperate to get out of his room, he bathed and dressed early, then headed down for breakfast.

He was nibbling on a piece of fruit and listening to Victoria ramble about a party he'd missed that weekend when Langley came in with a tray of mail. Victoria went through each piece, tossing them aside when they appeared uninteresting, until she found one that caught her eye. She ripped into it with a letter opener.

"Oh, Cousin Madge is getting married! Who would marry that fat cow? This must be a mistake. Surely Uncle Hal sees that this suitor is only after the family fortune!" She looked at Ralph expectantly, waiting for him to echo her sentiments, but he merely shrugged. Turning back to the invitation, she continued relaying its contents. "The wedding is to be held on Saturday… well they haven't given us much notice! I wonder if she's already pregnant? Not that anyone would be able to tell!"

Ralph sits silently, remembering that he'll need to return to his room to fetch your book of fairy tales before meeting you in the park today. He'd finished the whole thing, even re-read the ones you read to him, and was eager to discuss his favorites.

"Ralph!" Victoria snaps. "Are you listening? I said we'll leave tonight, and come back on Monday. It says they'll have a hundred guests and numerous activities, all week long!"

"Tonight?" Ralph asks.

"Yes, Ralph!" She points at the postmark on the tattered envelope. "It was mailed weeks ago, it must've gotten lost. I'm so glad it found us in time, this shall be great fun!"

Ralph somehow doubted that.

"I have some news…" Ralph began hesitantly. You untangled yourself from him, sitting back to pay attention. It had been a warm reunion, as all Mondays were, but you were both exceptionally happy to be back on your bench where you belonged. Not that you'd minded cuddling with him in his bed, although you hoped next time, it wouldn't be because he was sick.

"I have to go away for a while," he said, looking at you apologetically. You tried not to show your devastation over losing him for even a single day. "Victoria and I have to travel north for a cousin's wedding."

"How long will you be gone?"

"Seven days."

"Seven days," you repeat, heart already feeling heavier.

"We leave tonight."

"Tonight?" you ask breathlessly.

"The invitation got lost in the mail, it wasn't delivered until today. I don't particularly want to go, but it's expected of me. I'd much rather stay here with you," he explains quickly. You nod in understanding.

You hadn't spent more than two days apart from him since Valentine's Day. How are you supposed to cope with seven Ralphless days? He holds your hands in his, and leans his forehead against yours.

"Do you remember, when I was sick, you said that one day you'd never have to leave me again?"

"Yes," you whisper, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over.

"It's all I can think about," he whispers back. "Perhaps when I return… we'll finally tell everyone? If I survive this week, I'll never want to spend a single day away from you ever again."

You pull back and stare into his big brown eyes, genuine and full of love. Unable to find words, you nod. His face breaks into a grin and he pulls you closer. You quite liked the thought of never having to say goodbye to your Ralph ever again.

Victoria was having the time of her life. She'd spent most of her time at the wedding with her tongue down a man's throat. A man who was probably a distant cousin, but if Victoria didn't care enough to find out, Ralph didn't either. He wanted to go home. Someone was waiting for him. Someone who would be happy to see him again. Someone who loved him. He smiled. Ralph smiled a lot these days.

While the other wedding guests played croquet and gossiped over tea and whatever else guests do at a week-long wedding, Ralph sat by himself and thought about you. What were you doing now? What were you reading? Had those mysterious flowers near your bench bloomed yet? Had you identified them? Did you miss him? He happily allowed these thoughts to consume his every waking moment, and was even happier when you appeared in his dreams as well.

He knew there was no sense in sending you letters, because he'd be back home before they arrived - and what if they were intercepted by your mother? - but he wrote them anyway. He found that when he appeared to be busy writing, people left him alone with his thoughts. He poured out his heart into pages that seemingly filled themselves. He'd give them to you when he returned.

The day before the wedding, a servant approached him.

"Sir?" Ralph looked up with a glare, wondering who would dare disturb his letter-writing.

"I have a letter for you, sir." Ralph accepted the envelope with confusion… and then his heart nearly burst.

You'd written him. He'd only been gone a few days, and you'd written to him. He ripped into the envelope and pulled out several pages covered in your handwriting. He caught a whiff of your perfume on the paper. He wasn't sure whether to read them or hug them, but opted for holding them close while reading them.

My Dearest Ralph,

I started writing this letter as soon as I walked in and sat down, and plan to mail it first thing in the morning, in hopes that it finds you in time.

I know we've only just parted, but I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten about you. I promised to pine, and pine I shall. As soon as I finish writing this letter. For now, I am happy and filled with thoughts of being with you again.

My life has taken quite a turn since that fateful Valentine's Day dance I didn't even want to attend. I never thought I'd feel this way about another person, let alone one who'd been right under my nose for so long. I lie awake at night and wonder, if we had talked sooner, would we be married by now? Would I be there with you, instead of alone in my childhood bedroom?

I have felt more happiness during these last few weeks with you, than in all my life before. You are my first thought upon waking, and the last thing on my mind before drifting off to sleep. I eagerly await a time in which you will be there, beside me, always.

You are the most wonderful person I've ever known. (And the most handsome!) You are sweet, you are kind, you are funny and clever and generous. I have never experienced a dull moment with you. I don't think such a thing exists. You are such a force of life, just being near you may be enough to sustain me. Never change, Ralph, and never listen to anyone who says you're anything short of perfect. They are wrong. (Especially Victoria. Please refer to this letter if she says anything mean to you while you're away.)

Now that I know your love, I don't know how I'm going to live without you, even for seven dreadful days. I fear this time apart will break me. Should I perish, know that I loved you more than life itself, and that I demand that you mourn me for at least one full year before moving on. If you move on too quickly, I shall haunt you forever.

I've decided to continue going to the park each day, though it won't be the same without you. Word of your sudden departure has spread, and I fear Mother and Father may connect the dots if my dear Mary happened to disappear the same week you did. No, I shall go, and sit on our bench alone, and spend my afternoons writing to you. I won't bother sending more, as they probably won't reach you in time, but I'll give them to you when you get home. An official record of my pining. I take my promises very seriously, Mr. Penbury.

I came up with a plan for Operation Ruin My Mother's Life over the weekend - and it's quite a good one, if I do say so myself - but didn't want to waste our last day together talking about that. I seem to recall my lips being otherwise occupied anyway.

I'll check the train schedule this week, and will be at the station to greet you when you arrive. The thought of delaying our reunion by even a minute makes me want to throw myself down the stairs. I'll be there waiting, but I warn you: It is quite possible that once I get my arms around you again, I'll never let you go.

I shall continue missing you terribly, until you're back with me where you belong. Then we'll break the news, and never be forced to suffer like this again. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

All my love,

A lipstick mark was left instead of a signature. Ralph lifted the page to his lips and kissed it back, imagining you were here with him. No one had ever said such nice things to him before. And you were writing to him every day as well, just like he was for you! He had half a mind to hire a car to take him home immediately.

But he stayed. It was only three more days. And then, you'd never have to be apart for that long ever again.

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10: downpour ♤

17 January, Monday 4.25pm

Location: Teyvat University's Foyer

Nothing ever goes as planned. Therefore people tell you to expect the unexpected. But how were you supposed to know that day it was going to rain? Even the weather forecast didn't expect it. What made things worst was that you forgot your dorm key and now you couldn't even go back to your dorm if you wanted to. You therefore resorted to texting in your gc for help

17 January, Monday, 4.47pm

You sat at your campus' foyer as you waited for Aether to arrive. You watched the rain pouring down everywhere. To see the water droplets crash down everywhere seemed so fascinating to you. Even though it was late afternoon, the sky was so gloomy. It almost seemed like it was in sad mood. The opposite to what you were feeling currently.

Your heart was racing and you waited for Aether with anticipation.

You didn't know why you were so worked up. Was it because it was your first time seeing Aether after two weeks? Probably.

You genuinely enjoyed his company that day and you wanted to hangout with him more. But you didn't know what was stopping you from asking him again. Did you feel shy with him? Did he enjoy your company? You hoped he did. Otherwise your goal to be friends with him was going to be impossible to achieve.

You soon heard the sound of someone running towards you. You turned around and spotted a familiar blond holding a large umbrella.

"Sorry if you had to wait a long time for me to arrive yn, I came as quick as I could."

You glanced over his features, he looked like he was out of breath and was gasping for air.

"It's alright Aether, I didn't wait for long. And you shouldn't have ran all the way here when it's raining, what if you slipped and got hurt??? Your sister would probably be worried sick!!"

You heard him give a small chuckle as a response and you sighed.

"Let's just wait here for a while until you catch your breath. After all, you only came here just because Lumine told you and I feel bad."

"I came here because it was you yn."

You felt your breath hitch and you looked at him in confusion.

"W-well i heard from lumine that no one was able to pick you up... and i thought you wouldn't have liked to stay here and wait until 6 for my sister or Hu Tao to arrive when you could be doing other things. I mean I wouldn't want to be stuck in this downpour alone as well, hahah.."

Wow, he was so thoughtful.

You gave him a small smile and replied, "Thanks Aether, I really appreciate you coming here to pick me up."

"Don't mention it! So..." He held his hand out towards you.

"Shall we get going?"

"We shall."

The walk in the rain was a quiet one, despite the rain crashing down everywhere. Both you and Aether were walking to his and Lumine's house in silence. The siblings opted to live in their own house instead of the campus dorms since their house was quite near to the college.

The both of you were sharing an umbrella together and were heading towards your destination. Though the umbrella was big enough to fit you both, you can't help but fluster over the fact that you were standing so close to him. Sure, you were literally on him when he saved you from the cyclist that day but that was different! It was in the heat of the moment. This time you were actually walking next to him and trying to not get wet in the rain.

"So... how was your day?" He asked. Probably trying to break the silence between you guys.

"Hmm... I guess it was alright. But Professor Varka was definitely picking on me today. He kept on asking me questions during lecture today and I couldn't even get out of it. And I think Ms Lisa is starting to get annoyed of me and Scara's antics lol, plus..."

While you were going on and on about your day, you didn't notice how big Aether's smile was getting as he stared at you.

"Oh shit, my bad. I didn't mean to talk so much haha.."

"No its fine, your voice is so soothing to hear if I'm being honest with you."

Oh?

Your heart started beating faster and you quickly became flustered.

Damn, I didn't know he was such a smooth talker.

"O-oh thanks... I didn't think my voice was actually that soothing to hear.. well what about you? How did your day go??"

Nice recovery yn.

"Me? It was pretty alright as well. I just finished my first journal entry today about Fontaine's latest invention."

"Ooo can I read it? I wanna know how you write your journal entries. I'm used to reading Lumine's entries, but I'm sure you have a different writing style than hers."

"Yeah sure! I can let you read some of my journals, oh and it looks like we finally arrived."

You looked up to see the familiar house you've been to many times. You used to visit Lumine at her house a lot since highschool, but whenever you were around, Aether seemed to be nowhere in sight. But now, it was just the two of you, in the house, alone.

And before you could do anything else, you had to get something off your chest first.

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