#(and we'd watched some other stuff before that)

[thelawfulchaotic]

What is very funny about being a specialist in juvenile law is that I never... actually liked children?

(Ok there is some possibility I am fooling myself about this, given that there has never been a single child client I got to know that I didn't love and root for and 100% support, but.)

I'm not a "kid person." I don't have the gift of running around and imagining with them. I babysat much less than equivalent older-millennial girls.

I just got into court, and I --

Okay, let me back up and talk about my first public defender's office. It was a rural office that covered several geographical jurisdictions, including multiple cities and counties, five total. Each of these had three courts that regularly needed to be covered: a juvenile/domestic court, a general court, and a slightly higher and fancier level of court. They all operated to varied schedules (general court A was on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but general court B was on Wednesdays and Fridays; juvenile court A was on Wednesdays and Fridays but juvenile court B was on Mondays and Wednesdays).

So, fifteen total "courts," and there were... hmm. 8-10 attorneys. And a boss who wanted us to be able to substitute for each other, and thus rotated us through the courts every month. On week 1, I might be doing general court A on Tuesday and general court B on Friday. On week 2, I might be doing general court A on Thursday and juvenile/domestic court A on Wednesday. I might have one day a month where I do general court C.

So on.

The court schedules cases not according to our schedules, but according to police officers. Do you see the problem yet?

Public defenders were fungible. For those who don't know that very academic-specific word, it means that we were exchangeable units. One case could go through four different attorney's hands because it would get continued, show up on someone else's date, get continued again, show up on someone else's date, and so on. Juvenile cases were particularly bad about this because they tended to linger in court for a long time, while the court monitored the juvenile's progress.

Here's another fun problem: the department in charge of things like child protection, custody, etc., would only come to court on Tuesdays. We did not have a spare attorney to cover an extra day on Tuesdays in which criminal cases would happen with children who happened to also have custody issues or a foster care prevention plan in place. They would put the criminal case on the next day, Wednesday. Effectively, this meant that we were not present for the decisions about where our clients went and what programs they would have to do.

So I'm dropped into this, a baby attorney, having watched a DVD about How To Juvenile Law. I feel my training is wildly inadequate, and I'm doing reviews on cases that have never had the same attorney twice. Zero trust between me and the kids, and why would there be?

I complained loudly until my boss gave in and ordered me the several-hundred-dollar Juvenile Practice In This State book, and then I read it cover to cover. I learned a bunch of really interesting things! Like all the stuff we'd been doing wrong!

My boss was shocked. "You actually read that?"

"What did you THINK I was gonna do?"

"Well, you're the juvenile expert now, I guess."

oh shit, I thought. oops. fuck.

But I leaned in, and not in the ambition way. I proposed a way to rearrange my schedule so that I would always be free on Tuesdays for DSS cases. Instantaneously, there was a change in the environment of the court -- before, it was the guardians ad litem, juvenile probation, and the attorney for DSS deciding what to do with kids. Now I was there. Making suggestions. And arguments.

We changed how we did the schedule, and how we put individual cases on that schedule. Keeping them on our days became a priority.

I instituted a weekly detention center visit, for myself. (I made it about half the time.)

I went to trainings. This area of law is wildly unpopular among a lot of public defenders, because it's complicated and sad and you don't get to do jury trials about it. Every new thing I learned just pissed me off. It wasn't that I liked kids. It was that kids deserved better. So I got to take over pretty much everything with regards to juvenile law in the office.

But like, I stumbled on this, I didn't know shit. I didn't have a passion for protecting children. It's just that every bit of law I learned made me go, "What? REALLY? Fuck off!"

[angrythingstarlight]

I doubt this is something all the bikers would do for some kids

But image they did this for Halloween 🥹

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7HFSNp/

You know exactly how to convince your grumpy biker to do what you want. Are you ready to pay his price though?

Pairing: Biker!Ari x Reader

CW: Touch starved Ari, size kink, innocence kink, grumpy/sunshine, protective Ari, choking kink.

AN: Written on my phone, Unbetad.

☆Biker Masterlist☆Ari Masterlist☆

You glance up at Ari, observing his sullen expression as he watches your screen. The short video loops back to the beginning and his bored gaze coasts over your phone and locks on your hopeful eyes. "No."

You're not shocked, although your mouth falls into a pout anyway. You knew this was going to be an uphill battle getting him to agree to work your booth at the autumn festival so you have an arsenal prepared. Since the ridiculously adorable video wasn't enough to sway him, you'll try a different tactic.

"Ari, it's for the animal shelter. We'd raise so much money if you'd help me out."

The legs of his chair scrape across his office floor as he moves back to his desk. He opens his laptop with a pointed sigh. "I think it's enough that I donate to that place every month."

"And all you ha—"Spluttering to a stop, your brows furrow in surprise. "You do? Since when?"

Since the day he found out you volunteered there. He's never going to tell you that though, you already know too much about him.

Without looking away from his spreadsheet, he gently closes your mouth with his knuckle. "Yes I do. So find someone else to help."

"But I don't want anyone else," you softly admit. "I want you."

His eyes close and the back of his head hits the top of his chair with a dull thud. You trail your nails down the exposed column of his throat, gently pressing over his Adam's apple, your fingers rising when he roughly swallows. "Please. I'll owe you. You don't have to wear a costume but if you show up you can make the other guys wear them."

And keep them in line. You might be able to get the other guys to show up in exchange for free food and beers but keeping a rowdy group of bikers under control for a few hours is an entirely different story. Something Ari can do without even trying.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Go back to work, Sunshine," he orders, no real heat in his voice.

You almost have him.

Swinging your leg over his muscular thigh, you straddle his lap. Every part of him goes still. You wiggle, adjusting your weight on him. Almost every part of him. You feel him thicken under you and you wiggle again, more of a slow grind this time, eliciting a low groan from his parted lips. "You do this for me and I'll do anything you want."

His eyes snap open and his hand is around your throat before you can process what's happening. His hold is loose but his palm feels good on your skin. You grin. He glares. "I'm getting set up around 10 but you don't have to be there until 11."

Another sigh. "Who's helping you set up?"

That's not what you were expecting to him say. "Oh um. No one," you start, blinking when he appears genuinely irritated for the first time since you strolled into his office. "It's fine, I'm used to doing this stuff by myself and it's more than enough if you guys show up and—"

"Be quiet," he demands, reaching past you with his free hand. Taking his phone off the desk, you both watch him dial Steve. This feels right—you still on his lap, his ring-adorned hand still around your throat.

"Yeah?"

Ari inhales deeply, his eyes briefly lifting to the ceiling. "We're volunteering at the festival this weekend. Tell the guys to show up and do whatever Sunshine here says. If anyone tries to skip out, let them know they'll have to deal with me personally," he says with a clenched jaw, forcing the words out.

There's a beat of silence and you whisper thank you. Steve clears his throat, tamping down a laugh, he has the vague feeling it would push his caustic brother over the edge. "Alright, I'll let 'em know. What time do we need to get there."

"10." Ari's eyes drift down your face, lingering on your smile. "Actually tell the prospects to get there early and set up her booth. Get her whatever she needs."

Oh.

You're not used to people being there for you like this. If you hadn't already offered to do anything for him, you'd definitely be doing it now.

"Anything else?"

"Nah we're good." Ari hangs up, his phone hits his desk with a loud clatter.

"Thank you again. You have no idea how much this means to me."

Ari makes a sardonic sound in his throat. You have no idea what you're about to unleash.

"Anything huh," he murmurs, tilting your head back, and squeezing your throat gently. Noting the way you instinctively grind down on him, he applies more pressure. "You really need to work on your negotiation skills Sunshine. You didn't even ask what I'd want from you in exchange for helping out."

His touch is sure, commanding. You might be on top of him but he's the one in control.

"What do you want?" You grasp his wrist, nearly forgetting you're at work.

Ari slides his tongue across his bottom lip, he's been dreaming about all about all the ways he's going to ruin you. Something dark and passionate flares in his blue eyes and it renders you breathless. "Too late for that Sunshine. You'll have to wait and see. I'll decide when you ready for me."

His hands drop to your ass, easily lifting you as he stands. Ari places you on his desk, his hands land on your thighs, slowly easing them apart as he steps between them until his massive erection is pushing against you.

It's going to be a tight fit. He'll make it work. Ari laughs softly when you realize just how large he is. If you're not flexible already, Sunshine you will be once he's done with you.

"You should start stretching."

[sydwritess]

Saudi Arabia

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: Lando is having a good time in the Sadui race. He had been doing great in the free practices until it came down to qualifying, where he crashes out.

First Person POV

Lando had invited me to his race in Saudi Arabia. It was good so far, some of the free practice race's were at night, which made it a more different of an experience.

Lando had a good run with the free practices, scoring second place in FP1, and in FP2 he scored scored first place.

He had just gotten done with FP3 scoring first place again after a tough race. Right now he was up on the podium, getting his picture taken with Oscar and George.

When everybody was done getting their pictures in, they all came down from the podium, Lando making his way towards me.

Helmet in one hand, the other fixing his curls.

"Hey. Great job out there." I said smiling at him.

"Thank you." He said, pulling me into a hug.

"You doing okay?"

"Yeah, just tired. It was a long race." He said, sitting down on a bench near the garage.

"Here." I said, handing him his water bottle.

"Thank you." He said, smiling.

"Lando!" Zak called out. "Let's go, media's waiting." He said.

"Ugh, do I have to?" Lando whined, throwing his head back against the wall.

"Yes, let's go." Zak said, walking back to the media tent's.

Lando Scoffed. "I'm sorry." He said, grabbing my hand while sitting up.

"It's okay, it's your job." I said.

"I know. I just want to be with you." He said, leaning down and giving me a kiss.

"You will. Now go to work before you get yelled at." I said, smiling. He slightly laughed and then walked out of the garage.

I followed him slightly, keeping my distance as I watched him near the tent. Multiple interviewer's asking multiple questions. One specifically caught my question.

"So Lando." The guy says. "We've talked about the race, the car. What about y/n. The fans are wondering if she'd show this weekend." He asked.

"Yeah. She's here. She doesn't really like to be in the spotlight, like others, so... yeah. She's here for me this weekend, and if she wants to respect the time that I have here, I will let her." Lando said, smiling.

"Right. We just thought we'd ask." The interviewer said, giving off a half smile.

"That's alright." Lando said. He went off to the next interviewer, asking almost the same questions as any other. And finally he went off to the fans.

Many fans having plenty of stuff for him to sign.

"Thank you for the support. I'll see you tomorrow." Lando said, signing the last thing before walking to the garage.

"Right, where were we." He smirked, sitting down.

"You were telling me about how good of a racer you were." I teased. There was a moment of silence between us. Each of us holding our gaze's.

"Did you see that one guy? Asking me about you?" He asked me.

"Yeah." I said.

"Sorry. I... just wish they'd leave it alone." He said, I looked at him calmly.

"That's not- I didn't-"

"I know what you meant. But it's okay. Like you said, I'm not here to steal your spotlight." I said.

"I know. It's like they want me to prove your here for some reason."

"I get that. Fan's coming to quick conclusions. But I'm here for you now." I said, grabbing his hand.

"Want to go around the paddock?" He asked.

"Yeah, of course." I said, standing up with him. We walked around the paddock hand in hand for a while. The paddock was unusually quiet, seeing how everybody was outside.

"This is nice." Lando said quietly.

"It is. Nobody around." I said.

"No... I meant this." He said, holding up our hands. I look up at him slightly.

"Your just... so calm. I'm always surrounded by a bunch of fast-paced people. It's nice to just be in the silence for a moment. Not being bossed around." He said.

"I know. It can get really overwhelming at times." I said.

"Very." He said, his lips curling into a smile. We walked around for a while until it was time to go back to the hotel, where we fell asleep together.

The next morning I woke up before Lando, who was peacefully sleeping besides me. I got an outfit out of the hotel dresser, quietly walking to the bathroom to get changed for the day. I did my hair, putting it in two Dutch braids before going back into the main room, walking over to Lando's side of the bed.

"Lando." I say quietly, shaking his arm. He moves a little bit but doesn't wake up.

"Lando." I say louder.

"What." He says tiredly, opening his eyes.

"You need to get up soon, your going to be late." I said.

"Ugh, it's so early." He said.

"Lando it's twelve o' clock." I said. He slowly got up out of bed, walking over to the dresser to get his clothes.

He quickly got changed and did his hair, walking out trying to fix it. He gathered the rest of his stuff in his backpack and we both made our way out of the hotel.

"You ready for today?" I ask as Lando drove to the circuit.

"No. Nervous actually." He said.

I grab his hand gently, bringing it over the center console. "You'll do great today. I just know it." I said.

"Thank you." He said, quickly looking over at me and smiling.

We got to the racing circuit and walked in through the workers entrance. Lando goes to his drivers room to set his bag down and then we make our way to the pit wall.

"Norris. Your on time." Zak said, turning in his chair to face us.

"Yeah. I got a good alarm clock right here." Lando said, swinging an arm around my shoulder. I smile slightly.

"You ready to go over strat's?" Zak asked. Lando nodded and sat at the pit wall with Zak, going over strategies for a good three hours.

"Now remember, turn four will be tricky. So turn the car just right and you will glide through." Zak said, mimicking the track with his hands.

"Alright. Thank you." Lando said. walking back over to me.

"Are you feeling better?" I ask.

"Yeah. Hopefully it goes well." He said smiling.

"You need to stop being so hard on yourself Lan. You've got this. You've won plenty before and you can do it again." I said. He didn't respond, just looking at me deeply.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you to." We sat in the garage for a while, people passing by Lando, giving him strategies, updates about the car, everything for a good race. Eventually it got dark out.

"You ready kid?" Zak asked Lando.

"Yeah, I'm ready." He said, his helmet in his hands.

"You'll do great. Don't overthink this please." I said to Lando.

"I know. Will you be on the radio's?" He asked.

"Of course I will." I said, hugging him before he got into his car, driving up to the first starting spot.

It was dark out, but the track was well lit with many stadium lights on the side of it.

The five red lights going out, the drivers all sped down the track, taking many turns at a time.

Lando was doing good, holding first place throughout the race. Oscar staying right on his tail. The night sky was getting darker, and the moon finally began to shine over the track.

Lando was nearing the end, only 20 more laps to go. I was watching him from the computer screen in the pit wall.

10 laps to go, he was still holding first. 9 is when it all came crashing down.

Something had happened to his steering wheel, he ran over the small curb on the side of the track, loosing control of the car and sliding into the wall. I sat there in shock.

"Lando are you okay?" Zak asked over the radio.

"Yeah all good." He said tiredly. "Fucking idiot." He whispered.

"Don't worry about that mate." Zak said.

"Shit." Lando whispered. A medic person was already to his side, helping him out of the car.

He got out with ease, and walked to the side of the track, making his way back to the garage. It had been a minute until we all saw him walking into the garage.

"I got it, just leave me alone." Lando said, yanking his arm away from the medic.

"It's just one race, you have another chance." Zak said.

"Yeah. Right." Lando said, walking to the back of the garage and into the main building of the circuit.

Zak looked at me with a worried look. That was my signal to go check on him. I walk past everyone and went through the paddock to get to his drivers room.

I open the door slightly, seeing Lando laying on the couch. "Hey." I said quietly. No response.

I walk over and sit on the floor next to the couch, gently rubbing his back as he layed there silently, breathing heavily.

"Lan, it's just one race. You can't beat yourself up about it." I said gently.

"I let them down." He whispered.

"No you didn't. They understand. Nobody's perfect."

"I have to be. You don't understand what people will say!" He said, his tone raising.

"What people?"

"The fucking fans!"

"Look... if they were truly by your side, they'd support you and stay with you. You don't need to believe what they say. You don't need to listen to them. They are your fans, not your boss." I said. The room went silent again.

I heard a light sniffle, then another.

"Lando. Look at me." I said, he lifted his head and turned it to me.

"Baby... you don't need to cry. It's going to be okay." I said, lightly wiping his tears away.

"Your going to be okay. I promise." I said. He slowly nodded, sitting up, his breathing getting heavier.

I moved on the couch next to him. "Your going to be okay. It's going to be okay." I said, wrapping my arms around him.

"I- I just..." He said, shrugging. His voice getting stuck in his throat.

"Shh... You don't need to say anything." I said, rubbing his back lightly. he loosely wrapped his arms around me.

"I can't... I can't go back out there." He said quietly, his voice shaking.

"You don't have to. I can tell Zak. We can just stay here."

"Can you stay?"

"Of course. You know I'm always here for you. You don't have to do this alone." I said. I felt him nod against my head.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." He said.

"You don't have to find out. I'm here for as long as you need me." I said quietly.

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[w2soneshots]

Glitter -W2S

words: 0.6k+

warnings: jealousy.

summary: Harry doesn’t like glitter but when he sees you putting some on Chris at the eras tour he changes his mind.

notes: hey babes! I’m not a swifte and don’t know loads about Taylor Swift but I hope I did this request justice🫶🏼. Enjoy!!🤗🎀

Liked by wroetoshaw, faithloisak and 893,012 others

y/username: T Swift baby!!!🩵

Tagged: @wroetoshaw @chrismd10 @theobaker

-comments-

taliamar: HOTTIE🥵

chrismd10: glitter for dayyyzz

y/nfanpage21: the makeup's lookin fire😚🤌

user56911304: w2s confirmed swiftie??!!

"Oh Harry, come on. It's just glitter!" I was trying to convince Harry to let me put some of my glitter onto his face. "Nah, no, it's messy and annoying." He backed up from my glittery hands. I huffed, though I respected his decision. "Fine. So boring." I turned to finish doing my makeup.

Once I was ready I popped a pot of silver glitter into my bag, along with powder and lipgloss, just in case I needed to touch anything up. I slipped my heels on then made my way into the living room. Harry got up from his place on the sofa.

"You look great babe," he complimented, hands making their way to my waist. I smiled up at him. "Sure you don't want any glitter?" I tried one last time. He huffed out a laugh. "I'm sure, let's go."

We left and got a taxi to Wembley stadium. Harry got a text from Chris just as the car pulled up a few streets away saying that him and Theo were already inside. We walked through a sea of people before finally getting to the entrance.

We scanned our tickets and made it inside without a hitch. "There they are!" Harry said loudly as the stadium was filled with people and very noisy. "Hi!" I exclaimed as we got to our seats right at the back. I shared a quick hug with the boys then got situated.

When Taylor finally came out the crowd burst into excited screams and the intro music began playing. Chris seemed to be extremely excited. Me, Harry and Theo chuckled as we watched his face light up.

y/username just posted a new story!

Around two hours in I reached into my bag to reapply my lipgloss, along with the glitter I'd brought. "Is that glitter?" I heard Chris ask from beside me. "Yeah, want some?" I asked hopefully. He nodded eagerly.

I reached my finger into the pot and dabbed some over his skin from his temple to his cheekbone. We were taking as I did it and once I was finished I turned back to my bag to see that Harry was looking at us.

"You okay?" I asked, brows raised. He shuffled slightly. "Uh- I changed my mind, can I have some?" He gestured down to the pot in my hand. I smirked. "Jealous are we?" I teased as I did the same to him as I'd done with Chris. "No. Just realised it looks cool," he replied nonchalantly. "Mhm, sure." I giggled.

I was extremely pleased that everyone was now sporting silver gitter and I was glad Harry had given in. We all turned our attention back to the stage.

The concert lasted just over three and a half hours. By the end my voice was practically gone and my feet were killing me but I'd had so much fun. It took an annoying amount of time to get out of the stadium though.

We parted ways with the boys and Harry held my hand tightly as we rushed to the uber we'd booked prior, trying not to bump into people as there was a large crowd outside.

The traffic was awful on the way home and I ended up drifting off, my head resting on Harry's shoulder. He helped me inside when we finally arrived outside of our apartment and we both fell into bed.

The next morning we woke to glitter spread across both of our pillows. Harry groaned. "This is why I hate that stuff." I chuckled groggily. "You looked hot though babe."

[aceyalonso]

𝙫𝙞 - 𝙡𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙡𝙪𝙫

chapter summary : you spend the day by the pool (again) with sienna and marietta but what happens when marietta seems to take an interest in oscar?

alternative summary : a VERY jealous y/n

warnings : swearing, suggestive content, drinking (only for a little while), oscar pov

word count : 6.6k

a/n : ty for 100 followers!!! sorry if this took a while, I was supposed to post this on the 23rd but some personal stuff came up :(

song : all mine - brent faiyaz

Y/n's phone beeps with a text notification, and she sees a message from Sienna.

Y/n looks at the text in surprise, her brow furrowed slightly. She was not expecting Sienna and Marietta to swing by today, especially unannounced.

Putting her phone down for a moment, Y/n takes a deep breath. realizing she needs to quickly tidy up and prepare for their arrival.

As Y/n makes her way down the stairs, she hears a knock on the door. "I'll get it!" she yelled to Oscar who was about to stand up from the couch and open the door.

She hurriedly jogs to the door before opening it. Y/n greets Sienna and Marietta as they stand in front of her, in their bikinis covered by some type of shawl.

"Hey guys," she says with a friendly smile, "I didn't know you were planning to go swimming today."

Sienna grins and slings an arm over Y/m's shoulders. "Yeah, it was kind of a last-minute decision. We thought we'd take advantage of your pool while the weather's still nice."

Y/n lets out a laugh and nods. "Of course you did, come on in," she says, stepping aside to let Sienna and Marietta enter the house.

As they walk inside, the girls notice Oscar lounging in the living room. He glances up for a moment, a slight surprise flicking across his features as he sees the two other girls before looking back at his phone.

Y/n turns to introduce him to Sienna and Marietta. "Oh, this is Oscar," she says, "he's staying with us for the summer. Our moms are friends."

Oscar looks up from his phone at the mention of his name, waving a casual greeting to Marietta and Sienna. "Hey," he says, his gaze lingering on Marietta a moment longer than necessary.

Marietta notices Oscar's lingering glance and smiles, feeling a flicker of excitement. She can't deny that he's attractive, and her eyes roam over his figure appreciatively.

Sienna, who knows of her sister's antics and has been watching the interaction between her and Oscar, gives Y/n a subtle nudge with her elbow. She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her expression.

Sienna whispers in Y/n's ear with a playful nudge, "Looks like someone's caught Marietta's eye," she says, gesturing to the way Marietta is eyeing Oscar as if she was a kid in a candy shop.

Y/n tries to play it cool, giving a dismissive shrug. "Yeah. I guess so," she responds, although a small string of jealousy tugs at her chest. She watches as Marietta continues to ogle Oscar, her attraction for him unabashedly obvious.

As she watches Marietta eyeing Oscar, she can't help but feel a pang of discomfort. Her thoughts start to swirl, overthinking the situation and the possibility that Marietta might be interested in Oscar.

Y/n's mind starts to fill with scenarios, wondering if there could be something between Marietta and Oscar and if her own attraction to Oscar would get in the way of that.

Y/n leads the two girls towards the pool, trying to push away the uneasy feeling that had settled in her chest. As they walk through the door to the backyard, Marietta turns and gives Oscar a flirty wave, a sultry smile on her lips as she bids him farewell.

Oscar returns Marietta's wave with a casual nod, his eyes flickering over her figure once more before she turns away. He watches them head to the pool, his gaze lingering on Marietta for a moment as he shakes his head, as if trying to rid himself of his own thoughts.

Y/n turns to the girls as they reach the pool, her heart still a bit uneasy from the interaction between Marietta and Oscar. "I'll just go change into my swimsuit real quick," she says, gesturing towards the house.

She heads back inside and up the stairs to change out of her regular clothes into her swimsuit. As she gets ready, she takes a moment to gather herself, trying to push away any irrational thoughts or feelings that had arisen from seeing Marietta's interest in Oscar.

Y/n returns downstairs, now sporting a blue swimsuit that is slightly more revealing than Marietta's with a white oversized dress shirt around her waist, to cover the almost indecent amount of skin showing. As she takes a step down the stairs, her heart thumps slightly faster in her chest, half hoping that Oscar will notice her, but also nervous about how he'll react.

As Y/n walks into the living room, her steps a bit shaky, Oscar immediately takes notice, His eyes roam over her frame, taking in the sight of her messy hair and the swimsuit that shows off more of her body than before.

He swallows, his eyes flickering over her figure, taking in each curve and contour.

As Y/n walks over to the coffee table, she moves closer to where Oscar is seated on the couch, making her way to a spot nearby.

She tries to act nonchalant, as if she hadn't noticed his reaction to her new appearance and stands close enough to him that they can both feel each other's presence, the proximity causing a subtle tingle in the air.

Y/n leans down towards the center table, reaching out for the pink claw clip in the shape of a flower she had left there a few days before. Her hair cascades down, framing her face as she bends over, giving a tantalizing view of her backside.

She can feel his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze burning into her skin like a warm caress.

As she straightens up, claw clip in hand, she can almost feel Oscar's eyes following her every move, taking in every inch of her body. The tension between them is undeniable, the air around them crackling with an unspoken attraction.

Y/n gathers her hair and fastens it up in the claw clip, her movement causing the muscles in her arms and back to ripple subtly, Oscar's gaze still fixed on her, and her only.

He can't help but admire the way she looks with her hair pulled back, revealing the delicate curves of her neck and shoulders.

She turns around to face him, her smile radiant and slightly coy. "If you need me, I'll be outside," she says, the words lingering in the air between them.

As she speaks, her eyes meet his, holding his gaze for a heated moment that seems to stretch out endlessly. She takes a breath, trying to maintain her composure, before breaking eye contact and walking towards the pool area.

Y/n heads outside, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. As she reaches the pool, she takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of Oscar's heated gaze on her body. She joins Marietta and SIenna who are already in the pool, their laughter and chatter filling the air.

As the girls chat and splash around in the pool, Sienna suddenly remembers something. "Oh wait! We brought something," she says, looking at Marietta, a sly grin on her face.

Marietta, catching on to what Sienna is remembering, nods with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Yeah, we brought some surprises," she replies, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Sienna turns to Y/n, a playful smirk on her face. "Hey, Y/n, can you go with me to the car?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As Sienna and Y/n head through the living room, they find Oscar now watching cartoons with Y/n's younger brother, Gabriel. The sounds of Bluey fill the air as the boys chuckle at the antics on the screen.

As Y/n passes by the couch, her eyes flicker toward Oscar, who looks up from the cartoon and catches her gaze. For a brief moment, their eyes lock, and an unspoken exchange passes between them before she and SIenna continue on their way out the front door and into the garage.

Sienna takes the keys from her palm, unlocking the trunk of the car with a push of a button. The hinges swing open with a soft thud, revealing the contents inside.

Sienna rummages through a few bags and items, searching for the hidden inflatable pool floaties.

Sienna continues to dig through the bags and items in the car, muttering as she looks for the elusive pool floaties. After a moment, she turns to Y/n, a look of curiosity and concern in her eyes.

"So," she says, a hint of hesitance in her voice. "I've been meaning to ask you something..."

Sienna glances towards Y/n, her eyes lingering on her friend's expression. She notices the way Y/n's body language has changed ever since they arrived, the way her gaze drifts to Oscar whenever he's not looking, and the subtle nervousness in her voice.

"You know," Sienna says, a sly smile on her face, "I've noticed you've been acting a bit different since me and Mari arrived..."

She pauses for a moment, observing Y/n's reaction as she continues to dig through the car trunk. "You've been stealing glances at Oscar, and you seem... different around him," she observes, her tone light but her eyes keenly watching Y/n's expression.

Sienna smiles, her eyes studying Y/n's expression. "And the way you look at him... Let's just say it's not exactly subtle," she teases, her words dripping with playful insinuation.

Y/n clasps her hand onto Sienna's mouth in an attempt to shut her up. Sienna's smirk widens into a grin as she playfully struggles against Y/n's hand, attempting to say something through the clasp, her words muffled and indistinct.

"Keep your voice down, oh my fucking god," Y/n says, looking around for any sign of Oscar's sisters or parents. Thankfully, the coast is clear.

Sienna giggles, her words cut off by Y/n's hand. She playfully struggles for a moment before nodding, understanding the need to keep their conversation quiet.

Y/n slowly lowers her hand from Sienna's mouth, letting her speak again but still maintaining a low volume. "You gotta admit though," Sienna whispers, a smirk on her face. "It's kinda obvious you've got a thing for Oscar."

Y/n rolls her eyes sarcastically, causing Sienna to chuckle and her smirk to widen into a playful grin. "Oh come on, don't even try to deny it," she teases. "I can see it all over your face. You're crushing on him. Hard."

Sienna suppresses another giggle as Y/n tells her to keep it down again. "Okay, okay, I'll keep it down," she whispers. "But seriously, you can't deny it. You've got a thing for Oscar, and it's written all over your face."

Y/n nods, agreeing when the familiar feeling of jealousy and anxiety resurfaces. "As if I have a chance anyway, it's so obvious Marietta is interested in him too."

Sienna nods, a knowing glint in her eyes. "True, Mari's definitely got a thing for him too," she agrees. "She hasn't exactly been subtle about it either.

Y/n nods, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks as she admits her feelings. "Yeah, I can't deny it," she whispers. "Seeing Marietta flirt so shamelessly with him makes me a little... jealous."

Sienna grins slyly, hearing Y/n's confession and seeing the blush on her cheeks. "I knew it," she says, her tone victorious.

Y/n just rolls her eyes, trying to play it cool, but the blush on her cheeks gives away her true feelings. "Shut up," she mutters, nudging Sienna playfully.

Sienna retrieves the inflatables from the trunk, a triumphant grin on her face. "Found 'em!" she yells, holding up two circular floaties and one swan-shaped floaty. She closes the trunk and locks the car before turning back to Y/n.

"And hey," she says, her tone softening. "Don't worry about Mari, I know she's my half-sister and stuff, but you're way cuter than her, and I bet Oscar thinks so too."

Y/n smiles, grabbing Sienna's wrist and whispering in her ear with a smile, "I will admit, I wore this swimsuit to get his attention..."

Sienna grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh my god, what?!" she whisper-screams, clearly amused. "You never wear this swimsuit, I was wondering why you wore this... Well, I'm sure it'll work, your boobs look great in this."

Y/n lets out a loud laugh as she takes one of the floaties from Sienna. They open the door and step back into the house, the cool air conditioning a relief from the summer heat outside. The sound of cartoons drifts in from the living room, where Gabriel still watches Bluey with Oscar.

Y/n observes how Gabriel sits so calmly beside Oscar, telling Sienna to wait before walking behind her brother.

Sienna nods, holding onto the inflatables as she waits by the door, fixing her hair in the mirror. Y/n walks carefully behind the couch, moving silently so as not to draw attention to herself. She looks down at her brother and Oscar, taking in the scene with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

As Y/n bends down behind the couch and gives her brother a forehead kiss, she simultaneously tilts her body to the left, in Oscar's direction. She can feel his gaze on her, and she steals a glance. He must have seen her approach her brother from the corner of his eye.

Oscar's eyes inadvertently drift from Y/n's face to her exposed stomach. The sight of the water droplets, glistening on her skin in the light, captivates him. He tries to maintain his composure, but he continues to linger on her figure a moment longer than necessary.

His gaze involuntarily drifts upwards, fixing upon Y/n's chest. The sight of her cleavage, partially visible in her swimsuit, causes his breath to catch in his throat for a moment. His eyes linger there for a split second, his thoughts briefly distracted by her revealing attire before he quickly snaps his gaze back up to her face, hoping she didn't notice his momentary lapse.

Y/n leans over the couch, talking to her brother in a casual tone, pretending to be unaware of the effect her outfit is having on Oscar. "I didn't know you two were friends?" she says to her brother, feigning surprise.

Her brother pauses the cartoon on the screen, turning to her with a smile. "Yeah, Oscar's pretty cool!" he replies, completely oblivious to the tension between his sister and Oscar.

Y/n smiles at her brother's eagerness to get back to the cartoon, and she gently pats his head. "No need to pause it, Gabby," she assures him. "Sienna and I were just going back outside anyway."

Her brother grins and nods, resuming the cartoon and turning his attention back to the screen. Y/n glances over at Sienna who is still in front of the mirror, now taking selfies. She gives her a subtle nod to signal that they can head back outside.

As the two close the door to the backyard, Sienna grins mischievously as she pinches Y/n's hip. "Oh, you little tease," she teases, her tone playful. "I saw the way you angled yourself in front of Oscar back there. You're really trying to catch his attention, huh?"

Y/n rolls her eyes, pretending to be nonchalant even though she can feel her cheeks heat up at Sienna's remark. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she says, acting innocent.

As Sienna sets down the floaties by the pool, Y/n notices that the floaties are still deflated, and she realizes they need an air pump to inflate them.

"We need an air pump," Y/n says, looking around for a nearby outlet.

Marietta overheard Y/n's remark about the air pump, and she immediately volunteered to find it. "No worries, I'll go look for the air pump," she offers, eager to be helpful.

The girls watch as Marietta heads inside the house, puzzled as to why she didn't just go through the side to the garage to look for the air pump. They exchange a quizzical glance, wondering whether Marietta misunderstood their request.

A few moments later, Marietta returns to the backyard, and she's not alone. Oscar followed closely behind her, carrying the air pump that they needed. Y/n and Sienna's eyes widen in surprise as they see Oscar holding the air pump, their earlier banter about catching his attention suddenly feeling more real.

Y/n and Sienna exchange a knowing look, silently communicating their excitement and nervousness. Before either of them can react, Oscar walks up to them, his eyes flickering between Y/N and Marietta before settling on the air pump in his hand. "Marietta said you guys were looking for this," he says, holding up the air pump and trying to maintain a casual tone

She nods, her heart skipping a beat as she finds herself suddenly face-to-face with Oscar, her earlier display in front of the couch now feeling all too real. "Yeah, we needed it to inflate the pool floaties," Y/n replies, gesturing toward the floats lying nearby.

Marietta glances between Y/n and Oscar, silently sensing the tension between them. She grins to herself and decides to push things further by wrapping her arms around Oscar's arm, leaning into him playfully.

"Oscar, since you're already here, can you help us inflate these, please?" she asks, batting her eyelashes at him.

Oscar looks down at Marietta, noticing the way she's clinging to his arm. He chuckles lightly, amused by her playful demeanor. "Sure, I can help," he agrees, holding up the air pump in his hand.

Y/n can only smile awkwardly at the scene in front of her before turning to Sienna, and shooting her a look.

Sienna grins at the scene unfolding before them, seeing how comfortable Marietta is with Oscar. She catches Y/n's look and raises her eyebrows, her expression filled with both amusement and sympathy.

Sienna walks over to Y/n, a smirk on her face. "We should take some pictures," she suggests, trying to distract Y/N from the playful interaction between Oscar and Marietta.

Y/n's eyes widen with realization as an idea forms in her mind. A smirk creeping onto her face, she turns to Sienna and whispers, "Wait, I have an idea."

Sienna raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Y/n's sudden change in expression. "Oh? Do tell," she prompts a hint of mischief in her voice.

Y/n leans in closer to Sienna, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. "How about you take some... sexy pictures of me, in front of Oscar?" she whispers, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Sienna's smirk widens into a sly grin as she catches onto Y/N's plan. "Oh, I like where this is going," she replies, her eyes glinting with mischief. She glances over at Oscar and Marietta, who is now setting up the air pump.

"So, are you in?" Y/n asks. Sienna nods enthusiastically, unable to resist joining in on Y/N's plan. "Of course, I'm in," she replies, her excitement evident in her voice. "Count me in!"

Sienna grabs her phone from her pocket and starts taking pictures of Y/n, framing her in various slightly provocative poses. Y/N tries her best to act natural, striking sultry poses for the camera, all while trying to make it look casual and inconspicuous in front of Oscar.

Oscar

As I place the nozzle into the tube, I can't help but notice Y/n's little photoshoot. I steal stealthy glances in her direction as Marietta helps me fill the inflatables with air. My eyes keep drifting towards her, drawn to her every movement and pose.

I try to maintain focus on the task at hand, but my attention keeps getting diverted by Y/n, her provocative poses are impossible to ignore.

I can feel my eyes pull towards her every time she strikes a new pose, like a magnet to steel. My thoughts begin to wander in a direction I know I shouldn't be taking.

I pictured her, bent over, her derriere perfectly presented to me. I could almost feel the smooth skin of her back as I wrapped my arms around them, tugging her closer. The way my body would radiate against hers.

The thought of her supple flesh quivering under my touch. I imagined my hands exploring her body, caressing her, squeezing her, having her, my fingers wanting to take off her swimsuit, threatening to reveal her most intimate secrets-

Marietta snaps Oscar out of his thoughts as she announces that the floaty has enough air. Oscar shakes his head slightly, trying to clear his mind and focus on the task at hand.

"Uh, right. This one's good," he says, nodding at the floaty before looking over at Y/n and Sienna, their little photo shoot still in progress.

After a few minutes, Oscar finishes inflating the last floaty with a huff, taking a moment to catch his breath before standing up. He glances over at Y/n and Sienna one more time, seeing them still engrossed in their photo shoot. A hint of curiosity and attraction flirts in his eye

Marietta hugs Oscar, expressing her gratitude for his help with a smile. Oscar replies with a casual "no problem" and starts walking back inside the house. Sienna looks over at Y/n with a smirk, clearly amused by how Oscar's eyes kept flicking over to her during her photo session.

"Looks like he couldn't keep his eyes off of you," Sienna teases, nudging Y/n playfully. "You definitely have his attention."

Y/n blushes, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction at Sienna's words. "You think so?" she whispers, hoping that Oscar's lingering gazes were fueled by attraction rather than mere curiosity.

Sienna grins, playfully rolling her eyes. "Oh, please. He couldn't keep his eyes off you during your little photoshoot. Trust me, he's definitely feeling something."

Y/n glances back at the house, wondering what Oscar is doing now. "I don't know," she says, trying to sound nonchalant. "Maybe he was just curious. It's not like he was drooling over me or anything."

Sienna raises an eyebrow, unconvinced by Y/n's attempt to downplay the situation. "Oh, please. I saw the way he was looking at you. Trust me, he was definitely enjoying the view."

Marietta walks back to Y/n and Sienna, carrying the inflated floaties in her hands.

"Got the floaties ready!" she calls out, a smile on her face. "Who wants the swan?"

Y/n glances at the floaties, her eyes immediately drawn to the swan floaty. "I'll take the swan," she says, her voice betraying a hint of excitement.

The girls are all lounging on their floaties in the water, enjoying the cool refreshment of the pool. Suddenly, Y/N notices the maid nearby and calls out to her politely. "Excuse me?" she calls out, her voice carrying over the sound of the splashing water.

The maid, who has been tidying up by the bar, turns towards Y/n as she calls out to her. "I think papa mentioned that one of the staff here knows how to make cocktails?"

Upon hearing Y/n's question, the maid smiles, "That's me," she smiles.

"Oh! What a lucky coincidence," Y/n grins, clapping her hands lightly.

"What would you like me to make, Miss, Y/n?" she asks Y/n, a smile on her face.

"Hm, how about a blueberry vodka lemonade, a mango mojito, and a strawberry daiquiri?" Y/n asks, hoping she knows how to make these drinks.

"Alright, I'll be right back with your drinks, miss." The maid says before getting to work on the three cocktails. Y/n yells, smiling wider than ever. "Thank you!"

Soon enough, the maid comes back with three drinks, "Here you go," she says, handing the drinks to the girls with a friendly smile.

Y/N and Sienna reach for their respective cocktails from the maid. Sienna takes the blue raspberry vodka lemonade, and Y/N takes the strawberry daiquiri. The maid hands the mango mojito to Marietta. They examine the colorful concoctions in their hands, taking a sip.

"Mmm, these are delicious," Sienna muses, her eyes widening with surprise as she tastes the cocktail's sweet and fruity flavors.

Y/n takes a sip of her drink, relishing the taste of the sweet strawberry mixed with the refreshing alcohol. "Wow, this is really good," she agrees, glancing over at Marietta to see her reaction.

The maid smiles at the girls' reactions, clearly pleased that they enjoy the cocktails she made for them. After making sure the girls are set with their drinks, she returns to her duties at the bar, tidying up and preparing for any other potential requests.

As time passes and dinner is served, the group gathers around the dining table. Everyone takes a seat, and Y/n notices that the only available seat is next to Oscar, which Marietta quickly claims, sitting down next to him. Y/n tries to not show her disappointment, taking a seat across from Oscar.

Everyone starts digging into their food, Y/n glances over at Oscar and Marietta, trying not to let her disappointment show. Seeing them sitting together, she can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wishing that she was the one sitting next to Oscar instead.

As she watches Marietta and Oscar interact, she can't help but notice the way Marietta bats her eyelashes at him, giggling at his jokes and playfully touching his arm. Each little flirtatious move makes Y/N's stomach twist in jealousy, and she can feel her irritation growing with each passing minute.

As Y/n starts to grow more and more frustrated watching Marietta interact with Oscar, she suddenly hears a whisper from May, who is seated nearby. "Why's your friend flirting with Osc like that? It's making me want to puke," May says, clearly disgusted by Marietta's behavior.

Y/n turns her head to look at May, surprised by her comment. "Tell me about it," she replies quietly, rolling her eyes at Marietta's overly flirtatious behavior. "She's been all over him since we got here."

May glances at Y/n, a dumbfounded expression on her face. "Seriously? She's been like this the whole time?" she asks, clearly taken aback. "And you've just been watching her flirt with him all day?

Y/n nods her expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "Yeah, pretty much," she replies with a sigh. "She's had her eyes on him since the moment we got here, and she hasn't let up since."

May shakes her head, clearly unimpressed by Marietta's behavior. "That's messed up," she mutters under her breath. "How can she just throw herself at him like that in front of you?"

Y/n choked on her food and caught the attention of the others at the table, completely caught off guard by the last part of May's whisper. "Wait, what did you say?" she asks, her eyes widening in surprise.

May gives her a look as if she's been caught, "Oh right... I may or may have not heard you and Sienna talking in the garage...?"

Her eyes widen as she remembers her conversation with Sienna in the garage earlier. "You heard that?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

May nods, a sheepish expression on her face. "Yeah, I sort of eavesdropped on you guys," she admits, a hint of guilt in her voice. "Sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear what you were saying- I opened the window to my room to get fresh air and heard the conversation."

Y/n's mind races, wondering how much May actually overheard. "How much did you hear, exactly?" she asks, her voice growing quieter as she glances over at Oscar and Marietta, hoping they haven't overheard their conversation.

May looks around, making sure Oscar and Marietta aren't paying attention. "Enough to figure out that you have a thing for my brother," she replies, her voice low. "And that Sienna was trying to help you impress him."

May notices the panicked expression on Y/n's face and hurriedly adds, "Don't worry, I don't have anything against you for liking my brother. In fact, I think it's kind of sweet."

She leans in a bit closer, a sly grin on her face. "But I just have one question for you..."

Y/n looks at May, a mixture of curiosity and nervousness in her eyes. "What is it?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

May leans in even closer, a playful glint in her eye. "Why haven't you made a move on him yet?" she whispers, her tone teasing.

Y/n's confusion is evident on her face as she glances at May. "What do you mean? Make a move?" she asks, her voice laced with uncertainty.

May looks at Y/n with a knowing expression. "You haven't noticed the way he looks at you? It's so obvious that he's into you," she says, a hint of amusement in her voice.

May chuckles lightly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "It's really fun seeing my brother fall for someone if I'm being honest. He's usually so uptight and reserved, but I can tell he's genuinely attracted to you."

Y/n attempts to play it off, but her skepticism is evident. "I mean, I'm not sure about that," she replies, trying to sound nonchalant. "He's probably just being friendly." She returns her attention to her food, although her eyes keep drifting back over to Oscar and Marietta.

May snorts softly at Y/n's denial. "Friendly? Trust me, he's not like that with just any girl. He's clearly into you. You just need to open your eyes and pay attention to the way he looks at you," she says, her tone teasing but also a bit serious.

After dinner is finished, Y/N says her goodbyes to Sienna and Marietta. The two girls wave and wish her a good night as they part ways to head back to their own homes.

Y/n makes her way back inside and up the stairs. She hears a door open nearby, she turns to see Oscar stepping out of his room, the timing perfectly aligning as she was about to enter her own.

Startled, Y/n stops in her tracks, her eyes meeting Oscar's halfway. "Oh, hey," she says, her voice soft and tired.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Oscar's lips as he looks at Y/n. "Hey," he replies, his tone warm. "Heading to your room?"

Y/n nods, a small smile of her own forming on her face. "Yeah, just calling it a night," she says, awkwardly fidgeting with the doorknob.

Oscar nods in understanding, his gaze fixed on her for a moment before he speaks again. "You had a good time today?" he asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

y/n shrugs slightly, trying to downplay her true feelings about the day. "it was alright," she replies, hoping her casual tone will conceal her thoughts and feelings about the day's events.

Oscar nods, noticing the causal tone of her response. "Just alright?" he asks, a playful glint in his eye. "You don't sound very enthusiastic."

Y/n lets out a small chuckle, her facade faltering slightly. "I mean, it was fun," she admits, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "But there were some parts that were... interesting, shall we say."

Oscar raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, sensing that there's more unsaid. "Interesting, huh? Care to share more about these 'interesting' parts?" he asks, a small grin playing on his lips.

Y/n bites her lip, debating if she should delve deeper into the topic. "Well, let's just say…" she starts, pausing for a moment to choose her words carefully. "Marietta was a bit more… friendly with you than I expected," she finally admits, trying to keep her tone neutral.

Oscar's grin widens slightly, a mixture of surprise and amusement in his eyes. "Marietta, huh? You noticed that?" he asks, leaning against the wall casually.

Y/n nods, her expression a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "How could I not? She was practically throwing herself at you all day."

Oscar chuckles lightly, a playful glint in his eye. "Hmm, you sound a bit jealous," he teases, his tone light but holding a hint of genuine curiosity.

Y/N quickly denies it, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Jealous? Me? Absolutely not, Mr. Piastri," she insists, attempting to maintain a nonchalant facade.

Oscar grins, clearly enjoying her reaction. "You sure about that? You were giving Marietta some serious side-eyes during dinner," he remarks, amusement and interest dancing in his eyes.

Y/n's cheeks flush even more, and she crosses her arms defensively. "I was not giving her side-eyes. I was just… observing," she claims, trying to sound unconvincing even to herself.

Oscar chuckles, amused by her denial and her flushed cheeks. "Sure, sure. You were just 'observing,'" he says, his tone playful and teasing. He gives her a pat on the head, his touch light but affectionate. "Get some sleep, alright? Goodnight."

Y/n tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach caused by his touch and manages to muster up a small smile. "Yeah, yeah, goodnight," she replies, feigning annoyance even though her heart feels a bit lighter.

Y/n

I walk into my room, closing the door softly behind me. Leaning against it, I struggle to catch my breath as my heart pounds in my chest. I put my hands up to my cheeks, feeling the warmth spread across my face.

I walk in front of the mirror, my face flushing a deep shade of red, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through me. Oscar's simple show of affection has such a strong effect on me.

I take a few deep breaths, attempting to calm my racing heart and regain my composure. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts.

After a few moments, I feel my heartbeat slow down slightly, and her face starts to cool down. Still, the memory of Oscar's touch and the sound of his voice in my mind make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

I reached for my phone, which had been left on my bed. I see that I have a new text message from Sienna. Curious, I unlock my phone and open the message.

I was about to reply to Sienna's latest text message when I heard a knock on my door. Startled, I look up and call out, "Who is it?"

My heart skips a beat, hearing Oscar's voice on the other side of the door. "It's me," he replies, his voice soft and mistakably familiar.

I hesitate for a moment, caught off guard by his unexpected presence. "Um, come in," I call out, my voice slightly shaky. I sit up straight on my bed and run a hand through my hair, quickly trying to compose myself before he enters.

Oscar's head appears in the doorway as he pokes his head inside. "Hey," he says, a small smile on his face.

He steps inside the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He holds something in his hand, and I see it's the pink flower claw clip I had been wearing in my hair earlier.

Oscar holds up the clip and says, "I saw this by the pool when I was getting some water. Figured I'd return it to you."

I take the claw clip from his hand, our fingers brushing each other briefly. The momentary touch sends a chill down my spine, and I do my best to hide my reaction. "Thanks," I murmur, looking down at the clip in my hand.

There's a moment of silence between us, the air feeling thick with tension. Oscar stands leaning against the closed door, his gaze fixed on me while I stand beside my bed, fiddling with the claw lip in my hand.

The silence stretches on for a few more moments, and I fidget awkwardly, feeling the tension in the air grow thicker by the second. Finally, I look up at Oscar, our eyes meeting the same way they did in the hallway. "Um, is there something else you wanted?" I ask.

He shakes his head, breaking the awkward silence. "No, that's all," he replies, his tone casual. He gives me a small smile. "Goodnight, Y/n. Again."

I nod, returning his smile, although mine is a bit shaky. "Yeah, goodnight," I murmur. My heart is still racing from the unexpected visit and the proximity, but I try my best to hide it.

Oscar lingers by the door for a moment, his eyes locked on me. He seems to be contemplating something, his expression is unreadable. After a few seconds, he finally reaches for the doorknob. "Sweet dreams," says softly, before slipping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

I am left alone in my room, my head spinning with thoughts and emotions. I stand still for a moment, my fingers still clutching the claw clip. I can't shake the feeling of Oscar's presence and the way he looked at me before he left.

With a heavy sigh, I finally turned my attention back to my phone. I open the text message from Sienna, my mind still partially preoccupied with thoughts of Oscar.

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Back in his own room, Oscar scrolls through his phone, bored and restless. He flicks through his social media feeds, idly looking through pictures and updates from friends and acquaintances. Suddenly, he stops on a picture shared by Y/N. It's a picture of her at the pool earlier that day, wearing a swimsuit that leaves little to the imagination, silently thanking the gods above that she posted.

Oscar's eyes widen as he stares at the picture. His heart rate quickens, and he takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He feels a strange stirring in his gut as he takes in the image of Y/N in the revealing swimsuit. He's seen her in swimwear before, but this picture is different. Her curves, the way the swimsuit hugs her body, the way her hair is loosely tied up... He can't tear his eyes away.

The image of her in that swimsuit, her figure on display, is burned into his mind.

His mind is still lingering on the moments he just spent with Y/n in her room. The subtle way she blushed when he handed her the claw clip, the shyness in her eyes when he wished her goodnight... He couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and attraction.

He chuckles to himself as he taps out another comment, sending it off with a smirk. He glances up at the ceiling, wondering how Y/n is feeling right now. Was she blushing again? Staring at his comment on her phone, feeling flustered? The thought amused him.

Oscar sets his phone down beside him, still smiling to himself. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he couldn't help but hope that his casual visit to her room had stirred up some emotions in her. Maybe she was feeling as restless as he was, thinking about him just like he was thinking about her.

He closes his eyes, picturing Y/n's face in his mind. Her eyes widened when he stepped into her room, and her hand trembled as she accepted the claw clip… He couldn't get it out of his head.

Oscar lies there in bed, his thoughts swirling in his head. He can't understand why he can't seem to shake thoughts of Y/n from his mind. He replays the moments he spent with her, the way she smiled, the sound of her laugh, the feel of her skin on his when he handed her the claw clip. He doesn't realize the reason behind his fixation, still oblivious to his budding feelings for her.

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Okay but have you seen the TikTok trend where they’re like ‘hey babysit my boyfriend real quick’ really fast as they set up the camera then leave? It is so funny I love it, hear me out.

This but with YouTuber reader and Spencer! Plz I think it would end up being hilarious

LOVE LOVE LOVE!! i saw one where this girl's bf immediately went into flamingo facts and it was so spencer coded... the inspo was there

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“Hey, lovelies, could you watch my boyfriend for me? I need to walk our fish.”

Spencer, unsuspecting and sitting at the kitchen island with a book in one hand and coffee cup in the other looked up at your words. “Walk our fish?” Unfortunately, you were already out of the room, and Spencer turned his head to your phone. “We don't even have a fish…”

He was going to look back at his book… but he felt awkward. “Hi,” he waved and gave a thin smile before nodding his head and looking side to side. He let out a sigh and put his book down, looking back at your phone. “Did you know that the psychrolutes marcidus, commonly referred to as the blobfish, had a head that makes up 40% of their body?” He took another sip of his coffee before stating another fact. “Blobfish also look 'normal’ below water, but at the surface, without the water pressure to hold their shape, they appear to melt and look like a puddle of what some would describe as ‘goo’.”

You were listening in from the other room as he continued to go about blobfish. You truly loved this man with your whole heart, and after another minute or two, you walked back into the room. “Okay, I’m back! Thanks for watching him!” You grabbed the phone and Spencer spoke from beside you.

“I wasn't done with my blobfish facts!”

Finally ending the video, you looked over at him with a smile and brushed his hair back. “Can you tell me? I love hearing what you have to say.”

He melted under your touch and immediately went into more facts. “Did you know…”

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@ user: YOU CAME BACK TOO SOON WE WERE GETTING INTO THE GOOD STUFF

@ user1: he's actually so adorable 😭

@ user2: you just get these facts FOR FREE?? luckyyyy

@ user3: i felt like he was babysitting us 😭

@ user4: he was so good!! we'd love to watch him again 🫶

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Rise of the TMNT base study, anyone?

Mkay so it looks like I'm not the only one who didn't notice this the first three watches.

So in the Rottmnt movie the turtles have a new base: one that they had to get due to the shredder destroying their old base. (I'd imagine also because their location was compromised cause the foot were there.)

We see the old base in several shots during the film, and it never clicked with me where they are at, but apparently they found an abandoned subway and moved in. And let me just say guys, this place looks so cool and I wish we'd had more time here.

There IS still a sewer entrance though as seen in this shot after the mission and before we see the Raph and Leo fight. I would imagine this waterfall-covered hole is a common opening they use to enter and exit the base.

As far as layout goes, it looks like there are three rooms in this base. One is the room where they interrogate Casey, and it has a sort of stairway up to the trains that makes the center of the room sort of inset into the floor. This is also the clearest place to see that there is indeed a train behind them. Looks like a japanese-style time table is in the corner, could that be a clue about where they are at in New York? Looks like the trains are completely walled in too.

In this room specifically we can also see a glass roof. Natural light? Looks like it was pretty grand at some point.

I'm going to call it the north side of this room is a clearly walled-up entryway. I doubt there's an exit behind that sheet over there.

South side opposite that has a stairway leading up to what I would assume to be the other room where the turtle's uhhh 'bedroom' trains are at. Looks like this room isn't used for much as it's messy and has a lot of boxes.

We don't really get much more to see of this room as the perspective is usually facing north/towards Casey.

Second room is this one. It's very similar to the other but it's a slightly different layout and very different vibe. We can see that on either side is a tram (I'm really sorry I know that's not what they're called but I can't think of the proper term rn) and the one on the right is Leo's, while I would guess that the one on the left is Donnie's?

You can see it better in this but it looks like there are multiple cars (that's what they're called good Lord) connected together on Leo's side at least.

The opposite side looks like this and has a very harsh glow to it which is why I guessed Donnie, though I THINK that's more for effect since the brothers are going at it with each other.

But on second thought, because of the red and the bench press I'm thinking this is Raph's bedroom. Idk.

North side is this stairwell that looks very dramatic. Apparently it is Splinter's bedroom. We don't get to see much of it. I like the framing with the lighting being golden in this moment, it's almost symbolic.

South side is junk and stuff. I can't tell if there's an exit out that way but there probably is.

And yeah inside of Leo's bedroom you can clearly see the poles where people could hold onto.

HES FREAKING LEANING AGAINST ONE WHY DID I NOT NOTICE THAT

And yeah you can see the subway care outside easily and it looks more normal, but the lighting of this room is reddish so I think that is more for special effects. Neat use of blue and red here artists, very interesting how they are clashing :)

Third room is this one. It's sort of the main hub I think. It's where we first see them when they return from both key missions. Looks like we have more of the classic lair elements here.

We see the escape pods rush down this obvious subway tunnel and exit through a special mechanical door into this room. So I would guess that the security system at least is in the room, possibly Donnie's lab too. Not sure what side of the room it's on.

There's an I think holographic table in the center of the room, a skateboard ramp, speakers...

They have a neon albearto sign in a corner that clearly used to be a bar but which is just chock full of speakers now.

Yeah see? Bar. Wonder what they serve.

Here's a better view of the table and the skateboard ramp.

This view gives us the best idea of what's going on here. We have an escalator on the west AND east sides of the room which likely lead down to one or both of the other rooms. In the center of the room is I think Donnie's crane thing and on the left side (South?) is a ceiling tunnel and a ladder. Probably an exit.

We can see it a little better here too, with the camera facing north. Looks like there's another exit beyond the bar.

Anyways that is all I could find to talk about. If I had to guess this last one is the 'main room' the stairs past the bar leads down to the 'interrogation room' and the escalators on west side lead to Donnie and Mikey while the one on the east side lead to Leo and Raph's and Splinter's rooms.

ANyways. Hope this is helpful :D

[captainsophiestark]

I Made You Breakfast

Kai Parker x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Kai's on his apology tour, and Y/N is his next stop after things didn't go too well with Damon or Bonnie

Word Count: 2,000

Category: Fluff, Humor, a little bit of Angst

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I sighed to myself as I headed downstairs in my favorite pair of sweats, mentally making a list of everything I had to do today. It was an unfortunately long list, compounded by the latest supernatural drama, which my friends insisted on dragging me into. Bonnie had finally made it home from the prison world, thankfully, but that didn't mean any of the drama in our lives had gone away. In fact, it had almost doubled, with news of Damon's mother floating around in another prison world somewhere. I got halfway through an eyeroll at the memory of everything going on lately when I stopped dead in my tracks.

I could smell bacon, eggs, and toast wafting up towards me from the kitchen. Someone was here, in my house, cooking breakfast. And with everything going on lately, I knew for a fact it wasn't one of my friends.

I glanced around, grabbing a stake off the nearest end table. No vampire should have been able to get into my house unless they were a friend I'd already let in, but I'd had enough near-death experiences despite that fact that I was constantly prepared.

I crept towards the kitchen, trying to listen for any signs of trap or trouble. All I could hear was a faint clinking of plates. If someone had seriously broken into my house, why the hell were they just hanging out in my kitchen making breakfast?

I got my answer a second later when I burst through the door, going for the element of surprise, and found none other than Kai Parker standing before me.

"Oh, hey!" he said, jumping and spinning to face me with wide eyes. "You're up!"

"...Yup. And... you're here. In my kitchen. Making breakfast."

"Yeah! I hope you like it. Here, let me get your plate. I thought I'd have a few more minutes."

With that, he turned to the stove and starting scooping scrambled eggs and toast onto a plate. I just watched him, not moving an inch.

"Kai?"

"Yeah?"

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

He turned back around to look at me again, his eyes wide and the plate half-finished in his hand. After a moment, his expression morphed into a sheepish grin. I just blinked at him, my expression unchanging.

"Well, after I merged with Luke, I started getting all these... feelings." He said the word like somebody else might say 'zits' or 'rash'. "And one of those has been guilt, for some of the stuff I put you through. Or I guess, your friends, mostly. I tried apologizing to Bonnie earlier, and... it didn't go well."

His expression darkened, and I frowned. But a moment later, the clouds apparently cleared, and Kai fixed me with a beaming smile again.

"So I thought I'd try again with you. In the Prison World, I saw Damon making Bonnie breakfast all the time, and she seemed to really like that. So I figured you might, too."

I just stared at him for a few long moments without saying anything. I turned my options over and over in my mind, trying to get my still half-asleep brain to make a rational choice. I probably should've been incredibly freaked out that Kai was here at all, but I'd actually had a few positive interactions with him even before the whole merge thing, and had kind of started to like him. Or, at least, started to think he had some ally potential, despite other things he did. We'd even bonded over music taste and his new fascination with social media, and he'd tried to help Sheriff Forbes, although it hadn't necessarily been out of the goodness of his heart. For some reason, I just couldn't muster the fear or anger I probably should've been feeling when I looked at him in my house. Finally, I sighed, my mind made up. No reason to try to force bad feelings when they wouldn't come on their own, right?

"Thanks, Kai," I said, actually meaning it as I moved over to the dining table. "Aside from the fact that you broke into my house to do it... that's actually pretty sweet."

He beamed at me, and I found myself returning his smile. He turned back around to finish making my plate, and I shook my head. This was absolutely ridiculous, but I couldn't say I minded very much.

"Here you go!" he said, setting the plate down in front of me with a big smile. He didn't move away, just standing off to the side and watching me expectantly. I picked up my fork, but didn't take my eyes off Kai.

"...Aren't you gonna join me?"

"Oh! Right. You know, I've been practicing how I was going to do this in my head all morning, and now that I'm actually doing it it's like I completely forgot everything I was planning to do. That's weird, right?"

I shrugged. "I mean, sounds like a normal part of being nervous to me."

He nodded emphatically as he returned to the table and sat across from me with a breakfast plate of his own.

"All these new... emotions from Luke have been, like, super weird. I don't know how you all deal with these all the time."

"Eh, yeah, they can be annoying sometimes. It gets easier with practice though, and I'd say on the whole they're a positive experience."

Kai nodded thoughtfully, taking a bite of his eggs as his gaze wandered around my kitchen. I took a few bites of my own food, and I had to admit, he was a surprisingly good cook.

"So..." I started. "Was this it for the apology? It's a great breakfast, but usually an apology has a little more attached..."

"Oh!" Kai's attention snapped back to me. "No no, this isn't it. I was planning to do the other part of the apology while we ate breakfast."

"Makes sense. Go for it."

He cleared his throat and shifted around in his seat, then met my eyes before hesitating again. I tried to look encouraging as I ate my eggs, and after a moment, he nodded to himself and continued.

"I'm sorry for trying to kill your friend, and testing out my power on her. And that I couldn't save your other friend's mom, even though I really couldn't do anything about that. I still... I still feel bad. And honestly, I'm mostly sorry for everything I've done that hurt you, even if it was indirectly. I... I actually really like you, and so, uh... I don't want you to hate me. I keep getting this stabbing pain in my chest when I think about it... or when I think about that time I saw you crying over Bonnie..."

He trailed off, staring at the table instead of me, apparently lost in thought. After a moment though, he shook his head and cleared his throat, looking back up to meet my stare again. His blue eyes were wider than usual, his eyebrows pulling together, and he looked to be in actual distress for maybe the first time I'd ever seen, at least when his life wasn't being threatened.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I promise not to do anything to hurt you again. Will you give me a second chance?"

The corner of my mouth quirked up in a smile, especially at the rare senserity in his tone. I knew my friends would have quite a few things to say about this decision, but I didn't let myself think about that. At least not right now.

I sighed. "Kai, despite the fact that you broke into my house, I'm going to believe you about this whole 'turning over new leaf' thing. I... I'd be lying if I said I didn't like you too. So, if you really mean what you're saying about not hurting me or the people I care about anymore?"

He nodded so fast I was actually a little worried about him.

"Completely serious. Cross my heart and hope to die. I'm ready to join the Mystic Falls Scooby Doo team for good."

I smiled, laughing a little and shaking my head.

"Well, okay then. I can't promise anybody else on the team will be quite as easy to convince as me, but... I forgive you, Kai. I'm happy to see you like this. And, by the way, you make some very good eggs and toast."

"Thanks. I had to get good at cooking, you know, alone in the Prison World." A shadow passed over his face again, until I reached across the table and lightly rested my hand on top of his. Then, his face lit up like the sun. "And thanks for giving me a second chance. I promise, you won't regret it."

I wasn't totally sure I believed that, but I decided not to say so. Instead, I smiled and gave his hand a little squeeze before pulling back.

After a moment of silence where I could see Kai vibrating with the desire to say whatever he was holding back, he finally blurted out the other thing he'd apparently been planning to ask me this morning.

"So... I might be a little rusty about how all this works, or if it's changed since the eighties, but... would you want to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?"

I smiled, then buried my face in my hands. My friends would kill me if I said yes to this, but despite myself, I really, really wanted to.

"What's wrong?" Kai asked. I shook my head and looked up at him again.

"Nothing, Kai, I just... ugh, my friends are really not going to like this."

He smiled. "Does that mean you're saying yes?"

I took a deep breath and let it out, then shrugged and matched his smile with one of my own.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it does. What the hell, right?"

"That's great! I was thinking we could go do karaoke? I've always loved karaoke. I got good at it when I was passing time in the Prison World."

"I have to warn you, I am very much not good at karaoke. But I'll still sing my heart out with you anyway, if you want to go!"

"Perfect! We can go tonight." I laughed, and Kai's expression immediately dropped. "Is that okay? Do you not want to go tonight?"

"No, Kai, I do. It's a little fast, honestly, but I don't mind. Why wait?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking. So... should I pick you up? Around seven? We could get dinner first, and then go."

"I think that sounds like a great plan, Kai," I smiled at him, which he immediately returned. A moment later, though, his hand shot up to clutch at his chest.

"Ugh, what is... what is happening to me? Why does my heart feel like it's about to explode?"

"That's probably excitement, Kai, or butterflies, which are like positive nerves. I'm feeling them too. It's because we're looking forward to going out together tonight."

Kai made a face. "This is what people were talking about when they said they got butterflies? This is terrible." I hid a laugh behind my hand, and Kai's eyes snapped up to mine. "Wait. You said you were feeling it too?"

I nodded, and Kai's expression immediately changed to a wide grin.

"So you're excited, too?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

He nodded, the smile staying on his face as he dug in to his eggs again, glancing at me between almost every bite. I just shook my head, a smile on my own face all the same. This was going to be an adventure, going on a date with Kai Parker, and I knew my friends were going to want to murder me for it. But I couldn't totally bring myself to care.

Despite some pretty rocky history, I had a weirdly good feeling about Kai, from the moment he'd started his apology speech this morning. And so far, I'd never been wrong when I trusted my gut for stuff like this, even when it led me into karaoke. I had a good feeling it was going to be right about Kai Parker, too.

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[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ THE BOYS X CRASHOUT!READER

ᯓ★ reader has serious anger issues, lots of cursing, drinking irresponsibly, violence (not too graphic), reader goes by they/them (gender: New York), I love crashing out

When I say you're a crashout, you are.

How you even got to be apart of the boys in the first place was all because of Mallory.

She knew one way or another that Butcher's pride and ego would cause the team to die, and that nobody would be able to reach his level in order to stop him.

So that's where you come in.

Your mouth dirtier than the sewers of New York and your eyes sharper than any blade to ever be made.

You're literally a ticking bomb.

"You're not doing it right" Hughie said, sitting at the back seat of the van as you try to hot wire it.

It was one of those plans where things had gone completely sideways.

It ALSO happens to be the days where you're most over the edge.

"I don't know man..." You uttered.

"Maybe... maybe SOME BITCHASS M0THERFUCKER WOULD SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP WHINING LIKE A 2 YEAD OLD, WE'D BE OUT OF HERE BY NOW!! WOULDN'T THAT BE WONDERFUL??!?!" You shouted at him and you can see him sinking into his seat each time a word comes out of your mouth.

"R-Right..." He gulps.

Cue another hour of you trying to hot wire the thing.

..

You guys ended up calling an uber.

Anything triggers you, the way someone's breathing, smacking their lips, even the way their eyeballs move. It makes you wanna destroy anything you set your eyes on.

Everytime you're at the office, you're either complaining, shouting, kicking things over or all of the above.

It happens so frequently that the others started to bet what you'd do first and see who wins the cash.

"Oh shit, they're here...!" Frenchie pats Kimiko on the shoulder and they quickly went back to their places, acting as though they have been working the entire time.

Even though you were still walking up the stairs, your loud voice talking over the phone could be heard. The thing is you're not even shouting, that's just the volume and you just can't tone it down.

"Fuck you mean you can't go through with my order!" You raised your voice and the two that were secretly eavesdropping made eye contact with each other.

Clearly anticipating what you'll do next.

You stood by the open window and after a while of whatever it was the person was telling you over the phone. You took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.

The two shared a knowing look.

Oh boy here it comes...

"Okay fine, you can cancel the order. I don't really care" You sighed, almost too calmly and the two were confused, communicating with each other using facial expressions.

"But you know what I care about? WhoeVER THE FUCK APPROVED YOUR SHIT ASS BAKERY!! YOU CANT EVEN MAKE A CAKE ON TIME!! HA AH I MEAN YOU GOT A HIDDEN TALENT OR SOMETHING??!! NO NO, YOU DON'T TELL ME TO SHUT UP!! HOW ARE YOU, A SAD EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING WAS ABLE TO RUIN A CAKE?? EVEN THE KIDS ON THAT FUCK ASS TV SHOW COULD DO BETTER THAN YOU!! I—" You were gonna throw more insults until you stopped at the sound of them hanging up on you.

You stare at your phone for a moment before shouting words like 'fuck' and 'bitch' while at the same time grabbing the nearest vase of flowers and throwing it to the wall.

But that wasn't all, you then proceeded to grab a wooden chair and started smashing it on the flower until it's all completely ruined.

At the same the chair was broken, if the legs didn't break you would have went on.

You were busy catching your breath, the legs of the chair still in your hand and once you look up to see if anyone was watching.

Frenchie and Kimiko were quick to look away, pretending to be busy with the tasks given them.

"Fuck this, I'm getting drunk" You threw what's left of the chair and began walking away.

Once you were gone, Kimiko looked at Frenchie with a smirk, her hand signalling him to give over her bet money.

Here comes the good stuff.

Butcher hates you very dearly.

His accent just magically becomes thicker whenever he's angry.

His british versus your nyc is literally the fight of the century.

"We’re goin’ after that prick tomorrow as told. So if you lot wanna debate like a bunch of schoolgirls at a tea party, I’ll be at the armory loadin" He said, clearly sensing the doubt on everyone's face.

"Let me just be honest. Your plan sucks ass, and it's not the smooth firm ones but the hairy unshaved, shit stained cracks" You said and he looks at you, doing his typical head tilt.

"O yeah? Ya head full of piss couldn’t even plan a fookin’ picnic if a map was stuck to yur face. Now piss of' before I re'rrange ya fookin’ teeth"

"ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER!! REMEMBER YOUR FUCKING VOWELS!"

You both will never get along. That's why in every mission you're paired with not him.

Neither does MM but he has no say in it 🤷‍♂️

He's tried giving you therapy but you just end up getting mad and start hitting things.

"I don't know I'm just born this way" You said, back leaned against the chair. He nods.

"Well have you ever considered taking medication?" He suggested and it ticked you off.

"Medication?? You think I got some fucking mental illness??" He tenses up, realising he has said the wrong thing after making sure he was being careful with his words for the past few minutes.

He lifts both his hands up, as if trying to calm you down as he soothes you by saying

"Alright, that's on me, I was just—"

"NONONO YOU DON'T TALK TO ME IN THAT CALM VOICE. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK ARE?? CHRIS PRATT FROM JURASSIC WORLD?!?!" Without even realising, you were already reaching for his desk lamp and throwing it at him, which he manages to dodge in time.

If you happen to be a supe, this would be your superpower.

Bhad Bhabie got nothing on you.

Homelander's first impression of you was literally you insulting him while you were pinned down by him in a fight.

He still remembers it word for word.

Your insults so wild he forgot what he was even doing anymore.

He prays to never see you again because he does not want to hear more from you. Like how you called him a Facebook's dad wet dream and his suit a rejected Magic Mike costume.

Congratulations, you just gave him another insecurity to think about 😭😭

Regardless of whatever people think of you, you've proven to the team how you're a valuable asset by pretty much being the reason why 50% of the missions were executed well.

Turns out your dirty mouth came with a clean set of skills.

However you also happen to like to get your hands dirty.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Butcher asked as you regroup with everyone else.

Some fabric of your clothes torn and you're completely soaked in blood, but it's not yours so you just grunted at him.

"Doing your fucking job while you were busy getting a blow job by your boss"

Yes, you do have several stress toys which Kimiko got for you but you happen to have this ability to destroy all of them.

So what helps you? Music obviously. If its not that then it's one of your hobbies that feels therapeutic to you.

Obviously it'd be no surprise that a rage room would be one of them.

Except every room is a rage room for you 😞

Even though the boys are scared of you, they still let you stick around because to be fair, everyone's fcked up in the group.

[luvlucia]

you're ours - sjy & yjw

summary: after flirting with a guy, jake and jungwon show you who you belong to || warnings: dom!jungwon x sub!reader, dom!jake x sub!reader, unprotected sex, masturbation, blowjob, overstimulation || genre: smut, threesome || word count: approximately 1.3k || a/n: see the request here!

Jungwon and Jake stood beside one another, watching you from the other side of the room, jealousy conspicuous. They watched as you got all handsy and flirty with some guy, who seemed to be just a friend of a friend because it was their party, and they didn't know who he was.

Jungwon had a serious expression as Jake glared at you. Just the other day, you were all over the two of them. You were kissing the two of them feverishly as they both touched you in what could be considered sinful ways. Not for the first time either.

They thought they'd made it clear that you were theirs. You were solely theirs to touch, to kiss, to fuck, even. They hadn't done the latter quite yet, but you were going to get it tonight.

The two of them came off to be sweet and innocent guys. Sweet? They were, most of the time. Innocent? Jake was probably less innocent than Jungwon but the two of them were far from it. If other people could hear what they planned to do to you later, they wouldn't think they were so innocent.

Once the party ended and everyone was out of their house, it was just you, Jake, and Jungwon, sitting in the living room. You sat on the couch, slightly confused about their expressions as they stood in the living room, Jake leaned against the wall as Jungwon stood there, arms crossed.

"What's wrong, guys?" You asked as you looked between the two of them.

"Oh, don't act like you don't know." Jungwon said in a firm voice.

"I don't know..." You tell him, or... well, them.

"Flirting with that guy like that, really, Y/n?" Jungwon said.

"I didn't think that'd be a problem." You explain. Truly, you didn't. Sure, you'd done stuff with the two of them but you figured since there were no titles or signs of real commitment to them, you could do whatever you wanted.

Jake huffs in annoyance before stepping closer, "I thought we'd made it clear that you're ours."

"I guess we didn't make it clear enough." Jungwon says, stepping closer as well.

Before you can respond, Jake is leaning down, his big veiny hands holding onto your arms as he leans in and starts to place sloppy kisses on your bare neck. You shudder as you unconsciously shut your eyes, relaxing into his hold at the feeling. Suddenly, you're reaped from your pleasure as he pulls away, stepping away from you.

You whine out at the loss of feeling him. Jungwon then comes over and pulls you up from the couch. He doesn't say a word and neither does Jake as they walk to Jungwon's bedroom, pulling you along with them.

Once you get in his room, Jake is coming up behind you, pressing his painfully hard crotch against your backside. Jungwon's fondling your breasts over your dress. You then feel Jake's hands graze against your thighs before he pulls your dress up and off of you, leaving you in just your undergarments.

"We're going to fuck you so hard, you won't want anyone else but us." Jake lowly says by your ear.

Jungwon then unclips your bra and pulls it off of you before he pulls on the hemline of your panties, pulling it down your legs as you let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it.

Jungwon then pushes you backward, the back of your calves hitting the bed, making you fall back against the mattress. You watch, your mind almost hazy as you can't believe this is really happening, not that you hadn't anticipated it would happen eventually. Jungwon and Jake both get undressed as well, the three of you completely bare.

Jungwon comes over to you, spreading his legs with his hands before he takes his hardened shaft in his hands and slides inside with no warning. You moan out in pleasure, it was no problem with how you were literally dripping wet right now.

He then slowly starts to move his hips, thrusting in and out of you, his pace already merciless as he holds your hips, pulling you completely against him. You look into his eyes, moaning out as his pants and breaths fill the room.

You're then looking over at Jake. You first look up at his face, noticing he's biting his lip before you look down to see him fisting himself as he looks into your eyes and watches your face contort in pleasure.

Your legs wrap around Jungwon's hips as you look back at him, wanting him deeper as you hold onto his biceps. Next thing you knew, you were glancing back at Jake. You didn't know who to look at so you were simply alternating between both men.

Soon after, you felt the stomach in your knot twisting, and next thing you knew you were letting go, Jungwon following a few moments after. You pant as you look at Jake who has made a mess all over his abs. You guessed he came as well.

Jungwon pulls out and you don't even get a real chance to come down from your high because Jake is coming over and manhandling you into the position he wanted you in. You were now on your knees, facing the end of the bed where Jungwon now stood. Jungwon caressed your cheek before he started to touch himself, getting himself hard again before he leads your lips to the tip of his cock, guiding it into your mouth fully.

You slowly start to bob your head, still on all fours. As you do so, you feel Jake groping your ass before suddenly, he's sliding inside. It didn't take much for him to get hard again, that was what really made him so good. You didn't exactly know it yet but all of the girls he had been with like this before you did. He could keep going for rounds and rounds. He would keep going until he physically could not cum any longer.

You moan out at the feeling, but you feel yourself choking on Jungwon's dick as you do so. He pulls away a little to give you some room to breathe before he pushes himself back in moments later. Jake starts to move his hips as he continues to fondle your ass. Your moans are muffled due to Jungwon's cock being in your mouth but it just made it feel all the more better for him.

You're reaching back for Jake, holding onto his arm that steadies himself on the mattress. He lets you as both he and Jungwon keep going. You were so overstimulated that it did not take you long whatsoever to come undone.

Jake continues to fuck into you as he was nowhere near done, not yet. Jungwon continues to fuck your throat as well. All you want to do is pull himself out of your mouth so you can actually breathe but you don't. You let him finish in your mouth and you swallow his release down before he finally pulls out. Jake thrusts into you a few more times and at this point, you sob from overstimulation before finally, he's releasing in you. He fucks himself through his high before he pulls out.

You lay down on the cozy mattress in pure ecstasy, overstimulation, and exhaustion. You'd thought they'd finally got it all out of their system. They let you lay there for a few moments before Jungwon's hair plays with your sweaty hair and Jake's hand rubs your thigh again.

You glance at the both of them, "You didn't think we were done, did you?" Jake asks.

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[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART SEVENTEEN)

Junior went golfing without me that Saturday. It was the week before his graduation, and things were just busy around the house. Braden was starting to get tired more with the triplets growing in him, so I was doing my best to help out with household stuff and looking after the twins. And I carved out the morning to spend with Evan and Keith in the weight room and tossing football in the backyard in the afternoon.

Besides, I felt it would be good for Junior to have some bonding time with Todd. The pregnancy news was thrilling at first, then awkward, then it began to feel right. Just another way our two incestuous families, Drakes and Fiedlers, were being brought together.

I half thought that Junior and Todd would have sex after the links, but I could tell my son was in a horny state of mind when he came home right before dinner.

"Should I be concerned that you're doing the cooking tonight, Dad?" he asked as he came into the kitchen and stepped behind me. He gripped my shoulders and gave them a soft playful squeeze.

"Hey kiddo..." I said, turning to face him, mock annoyed. "Would you rather make dinner?"

He smiled. "Keith will just complain whatever I make, so, no..."

He had his ball cap on and some sun had freshly reddened his nose and cheeks. My son-boyfriend was 18 but already looking more manly by the day.

Junior turned his head and met me for a kiss.

We'd amended that one of "Dad's Rules" - the one about signs of affection in front of his brothers. Junior's younger brothers were used to it now. Hand holding, my arm on Junior's shoulders as we watched TV or on his knee, gentle pecks on the lips. That kind of thing.

This was not a gentle peck. It was deep tongue sexual kiss.

Junior was way horny when he pulled back. "I don't ask this much, Dad, but can you be with me tonight?"

I'd check with Brade, and Brade would give the OK. "Yes," I said. "Fiedler didn't take care of you?" I asked.

He shook his head. "He offered," my son said. "But it's been almost a week since you and I..."

It had been a busy week. Not even time for a quickie blowjob.

I reached up and stroked his cheek. "Sorry, Son."

Junior shook his head. "Don't apologize, Dad. But I want you, sir."

We kissed again, deeply, until Junior pulled back with a grin on his face. "I better go wash up and get ready for dinner."

I patted his arm and told him to let his brothers know dinner would be in 20 minutes.

I got the meal pretty much ready and went to my bedroom. Braden was there, reclining in bed and reading his tablet. I felt bad for lusting after him at moments when the pregnancy was becoming less fun for him, but the belly was swelling in his T-shirt and adding to his over all meaty mass.

"Hey, Son... you good to join for dinner?" I said as I knocked on the door frame.

Braden set down the tablet and looked up with a gentle smile. "Yeah, Dad. Just tired is all. I'll be there in a few."

"Junior's wrangling up the other boys," I said.

"Gonna be a lot more wrangling going on soon, Dad."

I nodded. Maybe I was hornier than I realized, but my dick was chubbing at that thought. Even if the actual work of parenting was going to be off the charts hectic. "I'll be there for you, Brade. I'll get some more flex time at the office."

Braden sat up, making his pregnancy stomach seem bigger and rounder. He was less than five months into his pregnancy and looked around 7 and a half months along. "It's a ways away, Dad," he said. He slid out of bed. God, Braden was so fucking hot, and would get even hotter over the next few months.

Still, there was Junior. "So Brade... OK if I spend the night with Junior tonight?"

He smiled. "Of course, Dad. You don't have to ask."

"It's just..." I started to explain. But I wasn't even sure what I was trying to say.

Braden laughed. "Bill's your boyfriend, Dad. And he wants his Dad time, too." He paused and asked, "You think he's...?"

I shook my head. "Don't know. Don't think so. Ever since knocking up Fiedler, he's gotten real into being a breeder. It's all he can talk about," I said.

Braden laughed. "The kid's enthusiastic, I'll give him that."

I stepped up and kissed my husband. "You're the best Brade," I said softly afterward.

***

Dinner was normal family time. It might get harder to arrange once the triplets arrived, but the twins were now old enough for regular chairs and calm enough to sit through a meal behaved. Evan and Keith were getting excited for the coming summer and in a good mood. We had some football camp lined up for them, and Evan had been invited to join his friend's family at the beach. We'd have our own Drake vacation too.

Evan even offered to do the dishes and clean up. I think he wanted me and Brade to see him as not a kid anymore. And he wasn't. Our second eldest was barreling squarely into his teenage years, the growth spurt kicking in and with it the grocery bill. That would only get higher, I thought with a wince. I'd done some detailed budgeting and even got Junior involved since he was interested in learning personal finance. With my salary and bonuses, I had it covered, but kids are expensive for sure.

Junior and I had some eye contact during family time in the den, but we waited until his Daddy and his brothers had gone to bed.

"Ready for the triplets?" Junior asked quietly as we sat on the couch.

"Always eager for more sons," I said. "Your Daddy does a lot of the work," I added.

"I know," Junior said. "He's amazing, Dad." I didn't know what he thought about bearing a kid himself, now, and I wasn't going to press him on this.

Junior scooted closer to me. I put my hand on his chest, feeling the bulk through the thin T-shirt as we leaned in for a kiss. We started with some soft tongue. It had been a long time since we'd had a longer session, actually. Usually it was a quickie suck or rim, or if we had a little more time then a 69.

"Ready to go to my room, Dad?" Junior finally asked.

I nodded. "Been patiently waiting all evening."

That got a laugh from my son. "God, my Dad's so fucking sexy." He traced his fingers along my shoulder, his eyes taking in all of me.

"Right back at ya, kiddo," I said.

We kissed again before finally pulling back. We stood up, erections evident in our shorts. Junior took my hand and we walked through the halls. It was strangely innocent and date-like.

But when we shut the room door, we began peeling off our clothes.

"You're looking really fucking good, Junior," I said, pulling my briefs off and letting my hardon stand up in excitement. Junior's body was killer. Still youthful but responding particularly well to his workouts.

The compliment thrilled him. "Yeah, Dad?" he asked. He paused and kind of posed for me, then slid off his jock strap. Our dicks looked so much alike, though I had a smidge extra length on him.

"God yes," I said. "Bring it in, kiddo."

Our naked bodies connected as we kissed. The slow build up of the day was coming to a boil now. Junior and I groped each other as we made out and humped against one another. I finally guided him back to the bed. My son was chuckling a little as he fell back onto the mattress.

"You gonna suck my cock Dad?" he asked in horniness as he watched me crouch in front of him at the edge of the bed.

I shook my head. "Lift your legs, kiddo... been to long since you're dad's feasted on that jock hole of yours."

"Fuck yes," Junior hissed and pulled his legs back. I could see the soft short hairs around his pucker and that smooth tight ring waiting for me.

I leaned in and licked. I kissed his asshole and felt the excitement surge through me.

"Eat my fucking ass, Dad," Junior said. "It's all fuckin' yours, sir."

I did. Going deeper, I tongued my son-boyfriend's hole. Junior enjoyed being eaten in a way Braden never did, and I was going to take advantage. I rooted around deeper.

"Wanna me to sit on your face, Dad?" Junior finally asked.

"Fuck yeah," I growled. I stood up, rock hard. Even Junior was surprised by the intensity of my kiss. And he melted into it, pulling me down to the bed. I was the luckiest dad in the world, to have both Brade and Junior in my life like this.

We didn't get to the face sitting. Instead we made out on Junior's bed, clinging to one another and kissing deep. I grunted as Junior wrapped his legs around me. My son was worked up, in heat even.

"Dad... the lube's out..." he hissed. Junior was in heat for sure, and a good chance he was at peak fertility.

I almost took him right then and there, but I leaned up and looked into his eyes. "Buddy... maybe we should consider a condom tonight," I said.

He seemed surprised and maybe a little hurt. "You having second thoughts, Dad?"

I shook my head and ran my hand along his cheeks. "Just the opposite, Junior. But this would be a huge change for you. It'd put your life on hold."

I felt his body shiver some beneath me and his cheeks flush pink. "My life is being your boyfriend, Dad. And everything that means."

"You know what I mean," I admonished him. I was SO horny but also had to be in Dad mode, in addition to boyfriend mode.

"I do, Sir. We'll figure it out. School, golf, everything. I'll make it work. Promise."

I flashed a paternal grin. "You want this, huh, kiddo?"

He nodded. "So bad, sir. For years." He paused as his eyes took in all of me that he could and as his hands ran along my strong chest. "I'm not jealous, Dad, not really. But I always wanted what you and Daddy have."

The kid's sincerity melted my heart. Maybe there were still a bunch of reasons we shouldn't do this, but I gave a quick nod and reached over to pump out some lube into my palm.

"Fuck yes," Junior exclaimed. He looked into my eyes in lust as I reached down and lubed my hard prick, taking a second to finger some on his pucker. "No rubber, right, Dad?"

"No rubber," I assured him. I scooted forward and nudged my raw dick against him. "We're gonna make a kid."

I didn't draw it out, but just pushed into Junior.

"Oh Shit!" he let out. Not in pain but in surprise by how turned on he was by the sudden penetration. "Impregnate me, Dad!"

I thrust in, all the way in. It had been at least a month since I'd fucked my son, and his guts felt tight and amazing. As snug as they were, they seemed to suck me in. I held steady and looked into Junior's eyes. "Love you, kiddo. So much."

"God. Love you too Dad."

I pulled out and thrust back in. Fucking Junior. His legs wrapped around me. "Is this how you fucked Daddy when you made me?"

He was gonna get to me, and I was already worked up like crazy. "It was. This is your Daddy's favorite position."

"Not yours," Junior said clinging to my thrusting body. It was a statement rather than a question. My boyfriend knew I enjoyed variety and more animalistic sex.

"It's the right one when making a son with a man you love," I assured him.

"Fuck, Dad... I'm gonna cum."

He wasn't there, not quite yet, but his thrill made me put more power to my thrusts and speed them up. I wanted to get Junior to the finish line. "Cum for your Dad, Junior.... it'll make your womb open up for my seed."

He nodded, words hard to form. "I want you to make me pregnant, Dad."

I growled, putting my whole body into this fuck. "As pregnant as your Daddy."

The image crystalized for both of us. Junior with triplets. It wouldn't happen, but that didn't matter. The idea had my son cumming hard beneath me and my own pleasure rising quickly. I was three or four strokes behind his orgasm. I focused on the mission of sending my potent seed into my beautiful Bill Jr. and making an incest kid with him.

I nearly passed out when I came, it was that good.

"YES!" Junior exclaimed, watching me cum and pulling me into him for maximum penetration.

We both caught our breaths and smiled. And laughed at the overwhelming emotion.

"You never told me breed sex was that hot."

I smiled. "You've knocked up two men yourself, son."

He laughed and had a real proud look on his face. "Yes, sir. Didn't know I was doing it at the time. I wanna feel that sometime."

"You will," I said. Junior and I hadn't talked enough about him doing other men, but I knew it was inevitable.

"You wouldn't mind?" he asked, his smile giving way to some concern.

I leaned up and started to ease out, but Junior stopped. "Don't pull out, Dad," he objected. "Not yet."

"OK," I said. I wasn't going soft anytime soon, even if it would be an hour or two before I was ready for round two. The break would give me and Junior more time to talk. I reached down and slowly ran my fingers along his amazing smooth chest, which was damp with his liquefied seed. "You know... your Daddy teases me for being oblivious about your emotions. And he's right, Junior... but I know you better than you think."

He bit his lip. "Dad... I'm scared. I want this, really, I do. But I'm scared as fuck."

I caressed his body. "I know, kiddo." I reached down and touched his dick. Still hard, too. "You got this, though."

"I wasn't gonna tell you, Dad."

I felt so much love for my son. "Junior... we're making a son together. You can tell me anything."

"You too, Dad," he said softly. "You can tell me, stuff."

I thrust up into my son.

"We fucking again?" he asked in surprise.

I grinned and shook my head. "Not yet. Just pushing my seed deep into you."

He laughed. "Fuck!" He seemed to be dealing with the implications of the moment.

"You can be honest, Junior," I said. "You feel any regrets now the deed is done?" I mean, there was a good chance he was pregnant but we didn't have to bareback any more if he wasn't.

"Honest, Dad?" Junior replied. "No regrets. I'm scared, but this is right."

We kissed some and finally uncoupled. Junior and I talked about what this meant for him and his determination to make college work. I promised him I'd help with the childrearing, but we'd have to work out the details.

I opened up, too. Telling Junior how I loved the power of making sons, particularly with my own sons. How thrilling it was to be granddad in addition to a dad.

"Fuck, Dad, that's so hot," Junior said as he snuggled up against me. His head was resting on my chest affectionately and he looked up. "You ready to be a great-granddad now?" he asked.

I hadn't even thought of that. My dick had softened but now it hardened up. "Damn, Junior," I growled.

That made him smile. "I'm gonna give you a total incest kid, Dad."

We kissed hard. Romantic, but also a sexual kiss. Heavy tongues battling sucking at one another.

Junior eased off. "Any chance you didn't get the job done earlier, Dad?"

My voice croaked. "There's a chance, Junior."

I watched him scramble onto all fours on the mattress. This wasn't gonna be as romantic a fuck as before. Already I was getting into a kneeling position behind him, admiring his back and amazing ass. "Jesus," I hissed. I ran my hands along his butt muscle and lower back.

Junior looked back at me. "I want our son conceived in every fucking position of incest sex, sir."

I pumped the lube. Maybe I wouldn't need it, but this fuck was gonna harder.

Junior let out an "oof" when I entered him again. But I held onto his hips and pumped his hard. And he got into. "Do it, Dad. Fuck me hard."

"Mating with you, Son."

"Hell fuckin yeah."

Hips slapped against my boyfriend's ass. His ass bucked back against me, egging me on. "There's an egg to fertilize in there, sir.... do it, Dad... give me a baby brother."

"God, I wanna kiddo... so bad."

"Do it!" Junior gasped. My cock was hitting his spot and I watched his hand leave the mattress to jerk his cock while the other arm braced his weight from the onslaught. I was driving into him pretty hard now.

"Fuckin' you, kiddo," I growled. I was losing my knack for verbal response now. My balls drawing up with more seed to deliver. I wanted to knock my son up so bad, and I knew there was a good chance it hard already happened.

"William John Drake the third," Junior hissed. "Make it a reality, Dad."

That did it. My cum shot hard into my son as I gasped and collapsed onto this muscular sweaty back. I heaved against him and felt him jerk out his own orgasm with him still buried in me. I gave a soft kiss against his neck while he gave it up, shouting and letting out a couple of curse words. Braden would probably hear from the nearby room, but thankfully Junior's room was removed from his brothers'.

"So hot, Dad," he finally said.

We were exhausted from the sex and it was now about 1AM. We collapsed in bed and pulled up the covers. We didn't need to talk now. Junior turned out the lamp, and I snuggled against him and draped my arm over his built, sweaty body. Smelling the sex and cum and remnants of my cologne he'd taken to wearing.

Before we drifted asleep though, I couldn't resist running my hand down his torso and over his taut stomach. Where a new life would be growing before long. "So... Bill the Third, huh?"

"Yes, sir," came his response, sleepy but sincere. It reminded me of when Junior was a little boy trying to stay up past his bed time and pretending he wasn't sleepy. Bill III would probably do the same thing.

My hand now lazily stroked his abs. "Your Daddy can't wait for you to be pregnant at the same time as him.... I can't wait either." I hadn't told Junior what Braden had said to me. But now that it was becoming reality, I wanted Junior to know the dual pregnancy excited me too.

"Mmm," he muttered. The idea appealed to him, too.

I held my son just like that, hand on his belly, imagining our future together. Imagining our son. My cock firmed up again, though I was completely spent.

"You're hard, Dad," Junior said softly.

"Yeah," I replied.

I don't know which of us fell asleep first, but it didn't take long.

[flickering-nightfall]

Watcher Thoughts

Spoilers for everything!

This is a shortened version of a much longer essay where I jotted down all my thoughts about the campaign. This is still pretty long, but hopefully it’s digestible enough.

Gameplay

Loved the initial twist. Was disappointed that we'd have another repeat with the siblings for a second. I love them but after eight campaigns, I was ready for something new. I'm not put off about not having another iterator (yet? I’m not counting Prince) either. It would have been neat, but exploring different stuff instead is good.

Got stuck a couple times, as I didn't understand what I was supposed to do to progress. I had fun exploring the regions, but exploring the majority of the first three with no idea of what to do next was frustrating. It wasn't even about story progression either - I just wanted to see more regions! But region and creature discovery felt very rewarding at least.

Portal placements were pretty wack and regions felt disconnected - you've probably heard it all already at this point. Some improvements like portal markers on the map will help (I'm certain that they'll either add it officially, or someone will make a mod). I avoided playing any region mods before this to keep things fresh, so I have zero context for any of these places. They're certainly very pretty at least.

Story

Droplets forming ripples in the water…? Yes there's a stray pixel in one frame. I made this from a spritesheet, it's not my fault, I swear

Although I would have preferred something different, I respect that the devs wanted to explore new and frankly wild routes. If it were me, I probably would have done a rare working transit system or something. Keep things grounded, group the new regions by theming so that you can at least connect them to each other. (Like Badlands + Rusted Wrecks + Torrid Desert.) I would have liked exploring ideas like scavenger societies or new biome lore instead of... rift walking through time and space madness. But I can't deny it was fun!

I really enjoyed Spinning Top (the echo), I think they’re very funny. I’m not bothered by them being able to move around - Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets kinda imply they can too, at least enough to watch the tunnels of Subterranean. Maybe it depends on the echo too.

The decision to make a proper, repeated character out of an echo was interesting. Though I’m on the fence about the demystification of echoes and ascension. I do like Spinny’s arc and their story, and it gave me strong feelings to see them finally choose to move forward. I liked what they had to say, in terms of more lore for the ancients, their own character, and also in their final scene. 

Being tethered to the world by the sorrow of realizing you weren't loved in the way you should have been loved. Craving a warmth you can see but never feel again. The concept of peace after long-lived suffering. Able to move on because you had someone at your side, someone who cared enough to keep coming back to you, even if it was just a silent, peeping little creature. It resonated with me.

The purpose of the ending confused me at first. I thought Watcher playing with the toys was an example of their personality, maybe - distant, relatively unaffected by the events that just unfolded. And maybe that’s still true, but the emphasis on the spinning top in the campaign select screen… I’m not sure what yet, but playing with the echo’s namesake, their former beloved toys… there was something there.

I feel weird about Watcher being able to influence the world physically. I thought the point of echoes was that they were ghosts unable to interact with the physical plane. Only able to provide a bit of enlightenment for slugcat with their presence - stuck between one world and the next. Unless it’s all a dream (a trope I dislike and partially assign to Saint anyways), or Watcher is not quite an echo, in which case… hm.

Personally I'm tired of the rot, and I preferred it as a relatable and contained disease, rather than a sentient force that can corrupt worlds across time (and dimensions/timelines?). What they did with it was interesting, at least. You can explain it being Like That™ as a different strain of rot from Pebbles’, or it being because Watcher is a separate continuity. But it’s not about the explanation for me - it’s about the themes.

I enjoyed Prince as a character - I like the way they look, move and speak. But I didn’t get as attached as I could have due to my lukewarm feelings about rot stuff and Watcher’s rift powers in this DLC. Though, due to this campaign, I don’t know if I’ll keep headcanoning voidspawn as a lesser consequence (than echoes) of not being ready for ascension. The "stinging idiots" seem very intent on getting Watcher/echoes to finish crossing over into the next realm.

It seems like they want to portray the void as a force, to which the rot is the antithesis of. Prince spoke of wanting all life to go on forever, never lost - and then a force opposing its own. And it seems like that force may have won. I suppose all things must return to the cycle, or come to an end, eventually…

You can hear a single whispering iterator voice as you walk up to Prince’s puppet for the last time. That voice disappears after the karma flowers take over. Patches of them now bloom across all the regions. But the rot continues to spread! So hm I dunno what’s up with that.

Since they're adding more content later, I feel like they'll probably be character-centric threads too. Spinning Top and the Prince are probably two chapters in a broader anthology. I wonder where they’ll go from here. (Maybe a way I can unrot my save file? Haha.)

Regions

The art direction is great in my opinion. Some regions that stuck out to me:

Badlands (minus the locusts, they should really not see you while you’re invisible). The vibes are immaculate.

Torrid Desert. I usually find desert maps boring, but the sand dunes were a refreshing break from geometric tiling. In general, I really like breaks from the tile-based geometry. The first time I saw a scavenger templar/disciple (don’t remember which one) was a neat moment. I find the implications of those guys existing quite interesting.

Shrouded/Stormy Coast. Something about the warehouse crates and hanging platforms really tickled my fancy. I think the scale of it all, as well as the color provided from the crates, contributed to it feeling so good to me.

Desolate Tract: Conversely to the wavy desert dunes, this place being so flat, not boring due to the uniqueness of that, and backdropped by the wind tunnel really made me curious about this place. I hope they fix the bug that makes your FPS tank here though.

Outer Rim: Rife with secrets, both left and right. The desert portion reminded me of Kingdom Hearts' Keyblade Graveyard. Against all odds the scavengers continue to survive, and like in Torrid Desert they have strange, powered garb. Void-infused clothing? It’s interesting.

Ancient Urban: Even if I'll argue about ancient scaling forever, the actual presentation of this place was amazing. I was eating it all up and now I really want to get around designing my ancient OCs. You think it was named this as a nod to the popularized fandom term? Haha. 

Unfortunate Development: The dead coral corpse of Pebbles 2 electric boogaloo. The void worm is weird and all (is it rot-corrupted or just a faceless facsimile the rot created?), but I enjoyed the environment more. The background was a tesseract-like frame that stretched on seemingly forever. That was what really spooked me.

Brightness and contrast adjusted for viewing ease. Where is your head?

What are Starcatchers? They look iterator-like. Maybe it’s an alternate dimension thing, just as Signal Spires has the pyramid concept art iterators in the background? They could be structures that aren’t iterators, a different build type of them, or an alternate timeline, I guess. Starcatchers probably perform a function related to their name, regardless.

I remember before this DLC, some people interpreted iterator bricks as cylinders instead.

In the files Outer Rim also has a curving sky and a placeholder background where the earth is crumbling at the edge. And it’s literally called Outer Rim. Could also be a floating landmass, or sinking into the void sea, if you wanted to try out some other explanation. But I think that flat planet Rain World theory has some more evidence with this one. (I don’t think I can use flat planet RW for my space-involved AU but it is still interesting)

At the edge of the world...?

Someone (I think it was a reddit comment, I've been brain blasted with so much Watcher stuff that it's all starting to mix together) pointed out that spreading rot in the past doesn’t influence their future versions, so alternate dimensions aren’t out of the question. (Unless all regions are separate places - I wasn’t sure if places like Stormy Coast vs. Shrouded Coast were supposed to be the same or not. Or if the karma flowers kill the rot in the past, only for it to crop up again in the future and die again, but that seems overly convoluted.)

Time and space riftwalking shenanigans were already a lot - timelines/alt dimensions feel like quite a step further. In this case you are not following just the one “thread,” as Spinny puts it.

Final Thoughts

Initially I had a poorer reaction to Watcher's story, but some of it was defensiveness over the tone and headcanons I had come to like about RW and DP. After a few days of it settling in, I find myself warming up to Watcher more. I may have liked something different more, but I can enjoy and appreciate Watcher for what it is. 

If people can differentiate the canons of the DLCs (...it might be a little easier than vanilla vs. DP, because Watcher is so fantastical), I think I can have a fun time with both. 

Speaking of headcanons, giant ancients are pretty inconsistent with a lot of the environmental clues about ancient size, even the new regions within the DLC itself. I’ll post some stuff about it with screenshots and drawings later. 

Here's a couple of them...

I think literal hand puppet iterators are a good reminder that an iterator is more than its puppet. I can really imagine them as a giant machine waving a cute toy on a stick, a form more palatable for their audience. (Although that does make Moon being stuck in the PoV of one feel a little weirder too.) It emphasizes the way ancients likely thought of them as well. The concept is just neat.

However, I don't know if I would have fixated on iterators so hard without seeing puppets as more of a proper body. The superstructure is fantastic - but the puppet avatar makes it easier to identify with them as people and characters. The puppet being completely toylike rather than closer to a body-like vessel makes that a little more difficult. 

For a lot of stuff I’ve already written, especially interactions between ancient and iterator OCs, the size discrepancy is too much. So I just won’t adhere to giant ancients or tiny everything else hahaha

In general I mostly see myself using the snippets of ancient lore, region stuff, new creatures. If possible, I'd like to see what secrets can be uncovered about the new regions. 

I’m not interested in using stuff like the sentient rot when it comes to the continuities I more deeply engage with. My opinions may continue to evolve over time, we’ll see. But these are my thoughts after a few days of processing.

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I hated waking up.

Not that sleeping was particularly amazing, being a demigod and all, but waking up really sucked. I'd been resting peacefully (not), when I was rudely shaken from my sleep by the breakfast bell.

Unfortunately, I had never been an early riser, so most mornings, there was a mad rush, involving a lot of mess, losing everything I needed, and desperately trying, (and failing) to clean up my cabin before inspection, which was right after breakfast.

I was generally the one who had the messiest cabin during inspection.

I finally was dressed in jeans and an orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, with my h/c hair pulled away from my face. Then, I ran to the dining pavilion.

I was a daughter of Demeter, the plant goddess. Yeah, I'm sure most of you are thinking: Oh, wow, plants... But seriously, it's kinda cool. I do have some pretty sweet powers. I can grow any plants from practically nothing, control plants and stuff, and sense things in the earth. I can even use plants to travel instantly from one place to another, by just hopping through the trees, or seeds, or flowers, or weeds, or . . . whatever.

I slipped into my seat next to Katie Gardner, my elder sister. She was the counsellor for Cabin Demeter. Katie was super nice, but she was always busy at the moment, mostly hanging out with her new boyfriend, Travis Stoll, Son of Hermes.

"You slept in again," Katie whispered to me, trying, and failing epically, to hide her laughter. "We thought it was best not to try and wake you."

That was probably smart. If someone woke me up, they'd most likely leave that situation with a black eye and seeds growing in their skin. I can be fairly lethal when I want to be.

"I stated up too late again last night," I said back, my voice also low. I didn't like when other kids were listening in on my conversations, especially those Hermes kids.

"Doing what?" Katie smirked, like she knew something I didn't.

"Um..." What was I doing? Hanging out with my best friend of course. Who also happened to be the cutest and most popular guy at camp. The only current Son of Posiedon. Percy Jackson.

"I was with Percy, at the beach. We were finding lost starfish and chucking them back in the water..." My voice faltered. I wasn't good at lying. 'At the beach' was accurate. We'd been laying on a picnic blanket, watching the stars, and just talking about everything and anything, for hours. We did that almost every night. It was the best feeling in the world, just being with him.

"Uh huh." Katie turned back to her food. "He likes you, y/n, I'm sure of it. Just as much as you like him, I bet."

"Katie!" I hissed, my face beet red, but the words pleased me. I'd had a crush on Percy Jackson since the first day he arrived at Camp Half-Blood, tired and bruised and scratched from fighting the Minotaur. He'd limped into camp, stole my heart, and became the coolest guy at camp within a month.

And yes, I was in love with him. We'd been best friends for years, and we hung out all the time. How could I possibly not fall for him, with his stupid trouble-maker grin, his dark, messy hair, his sparkling sea-green baby-seal eyes, and his voice. He was, at least in my eyes, perfect.

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Later, I was practicing my sword-fighting in the arena, hacking arms and legs and heads off the stuffed straw dummies. I'd never been the best fighter, but I felt like I was getting the hang of my sword.

"Are you a child of Hermes?" a joking voice rang out from behind me. I spun around, and came face to face with one of the Hephestus kids. Leo Valdez, maybe?

I blew my hair out of my face, breathing hard. "Um, no? Demeter, actually. Why?"

The boy, Leo, cracked a grin. "Because you stole my heart."

I blinked, not sure what to say. I never really spoke to any of the kids from Hephestus cabin, especially not this one.

"Uh, okay... thanks, I guess?"

Leo grinned again, then ran off without saying anything else. Okay... that was pretty weird.

I decided to go for a walk, to cool down and to stretch my legs a bit, so I headed for the basketball courts, where a bunch of kids were playing a really aggressive game.

I plopped down on the grass a few meters back from the courts, and watched the game. It looked like Ares and Apollo (a strange match), against Athena, Dionysus, and a couple other kids, like Jason Grace, Nico Di Angelo, and Percy.

I found myself watching Percy more than the other players, but snapped my eyes away from him once I realised. I didn't want anyone seeing me staring at my best friend.

After a while, the players called for a break, and Jason Grace approached me. "Oh, hey (Y/N)," he smiled at me, sitting beside me and taking a swig of water from a drink bottle.

"Hey," I said back. Again, I was surprised at why Jason was talking to me. He didn't usually. Demeter kids were looked over quite a bit, and Jason was one of the big shots - a child of Zeus. Of course, Percy was a son of Posiedon, and he talked to me, but that was different. I'd known Percy for years, even before we came here at twelve years old. I'd know him since he was seven.

"Are you a child of Hades?" Jason asked suddenly.

I frowned at him. "No. Demeter, actually. Why does everyone keep-?"

I was cut off by Jason grinning and saying: "Because I'm dying to call you mine."

I swallowed. "Um..."

Jason got up and walked away, heading back to his game. I was totally confused, so I stood up, brushed off my jean shorts, and decided to go to the strawberry fields, where I usually spent most of my time, among the plants. Plants always calmed me down, and this random guys telling me pick-up lines were a little stressful. I wasn't the kind of girl who normally got guys, anyway.

After a few minutes of walking up and down the strawberry aisles, I ran into Nico di Angelo. Nico wasn't usually the sort of person you ran into in the strawberry fields, so I was surprised.

"Oh, hi, Nico," I said cheerily, waving at him. Nico and I were actually pretty good friends, so I was glad to see him. We got along surprisingly well, considering our parents' rivalry. You know, the whole Persephone getting kidnapped thing.

"Are you a child of Hephestus?" Nico stammered, blushing with embarrassment.

At this point, I was utterly confused.

"No!" I said, frowning. "I'm a daughter of Demeter, and I know you know that, Nico. And why does everyone keep trying these stupid pick-up lines on me? Besides... you like guys, don't you?"

"Well, um..." Nico shrugged and ran off, leaving me in a state of helpless confusion.

I sank to my knees in the soft grass, picking at it with my fingers. "What's happening with me today?" I wondered aloud.

"Hey, are you Aphrodite?" a familiar voice asked. "Because you're divinely gorgeous."

I glanced up, meeting the sea-green eyes of my best friend. "Percy?" I asked. "You too? What's-?"

Percy stopped me, sitting down cross-legged beside me. "Hey, I've- I've liked you for ages, but I never told you because I was scared you'd not feel the same and so we'd lose our awesome friendship, but the guys found out and so they were trying to make me jealous enough to admit me feelings today, by trying out pick-up lines on you, so, well, I- I decided that I should just tell you.”

I sucked in a breath. "Oh my gods," I managed. "You stupid son of Posiedon."

"What?" Percy chuckled nervously.

"Are you a child of the Sea God?" I asked softly. "Because I'm drowning in your beautiful eyes."

Gathering all my courage, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against Percy's, feeling him smile against my lips, and I couldn't have wished for anything more.

[nickrocketrodriguez]

Since in Chaos Theory the campers are older and few of them are in relationships, was there a discussion that took place on what you were "allowed" to show on screen compared to the previous show? Because yk it's not like in Camp Cretaceous when they were children and the most they did was kiss, hold hands and act cringy, here they are adults so immediately the dynamics are bound to change. I think my question is did the writing when it comes to the romantic relationships changed for you because it suddenly went from a kid friendly show about children to a "kid-friendly" show about adults?

Alright, here we go! Day 01 of "Rocket Answers" in honor of the Jurassic World: Chaos Theory S3 premiere on Netflix 04/03!

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This is such an interesting question. I love that you call it a "kid-friendly" show about adults -- those quotes are doing some heavy-lifting in my eyes. XD

So, yes, there was a lot of discussion about what these relationships would look like now that the characters are adults. Now, I did not work on Camp Cretaceous, so for me personally, I didn't have anything to compare it to in terms of how *I* approached it. Obviously I was a fan of the original show and had watched all of it before joining the writing staff of Chaos Theory, so I was familiar with the tone and voice. We all wanted to make something that felt more mature given the new age of the characters, but it had to be in-line with the tone of the series that came first so that it didn't feel like too much of a departure.

When writing a kids' series, you already come in knowing that you have to meet that audience where they're at, then challenge them an appropriate amount. So, we knew that the first show approached the relationships from a more... let's say... "first crush/love" sort of place. It was more "butterflies in your stomach" than "OMG I need you NOW." And, of course, "OMG I need you now" would still not be an appropriate place for our show to go with that audience still in mind. But we wanted to honor that these relationships had grown and evolved and settled into new places. I think we all knew from the get what would be appropriate, so in terms of what were "allowed" to show, that was never really a discussion. In the end, I think we've ended up with something more YA than strictly kids' -- which was really fun for all of us!

All that said, it's a Jurassic show, so romance is obviously not the forefront of what kinds of stories we'd be telling, so we didn't focus too much on having to challenge those relationships too externally like one would on a show like Riverdale or Gossip Girl. There were times in the room where I, in particular, wanted to delve into the relationships a bit harder (I usually write more YA stuff personally), but I think we found a happy medium in the final show. There's enough internal relationship drama to keep people who like that stuff happy, but not too much as to feel like a different show. So I think we did a good job.

And hey, we just won a GLAAD Award for it, so I guess other people think we did a good job, too. =]

Keep the questions coming!

[churipu]

( OO3 ) ★ cat versus cat , choso kamo

featuring. choso kamo x reader

warnings. cursing, mentions of blood from a cat scratch, choso being such a baby bcs he wants attention, baby talking to an animal // wc: 1.9k

ENTRY ( OO3 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"okay, listen — you're pretty, and i'm cute..." "don't even start with me." "we'd be pretty cute together."

tags: @sad-darksoul, @sweeneyblue1, @idkuluka, @colorful-happy-shit

choso has never felt so much hatred towards a living thing — until a cat came into the picture, destroying that bubble.

in all honesty, he didn't mind cats or any other animals at all. but this cat, which he heard you nicknamed as "cashew", a large ginger tabby. who's obviously stealing the spotlight. choso couldn't believe he was actually getting his spotlight stolen away by some stray cat that you decided to take in one day.

"the cat distribution system," whatsoever as you told him.

well — he doesn't like the cat. cashew. and it probably doesn't like him back, judging from all the constant hisses, and scratches from the said feline.

"cashew, come here, baby." you cooed — and choso found himself standing by the kitchen, watching as the said animal slowly walks over to your, rubbing it's head onto your calves affectionately.

he remembered when he was your baby.

the male narrowed his eyes briefly, eyeing the cat who then hopped onto your lap. making itself comfortable before plopping down, belly exposed — pleading to be scratched, and choso scowled. he couldn't believe how you were pampering the cat who had been living under the same roof for less than a month.

choso stomps over, sitting on the vacant space next to you. and the cat was immediately on alert, it's yellow eyes following choso's every movement before breaking a loud hiss. a warning. to not get close to you.

the feline only stopped when you caressed your finger behind it's ear, and it purrs out loudly in content. tousling over on your lap like it belongs there — and after a few minutes, it looks over to choso. and looks up to you, as if saying that it's fully got your attention.

how badly choso wanted to toss the animal off your lap and laid there instead.

"who's the cutest baby, hm? yes, you are." you murmured in a high pitched voice, scratching the cat's belly lovingly. resulting in choso's bubbling up frustration, "look, cho, it's so adorable."

choso clicks his tongue, his eyes traveling from the cat to you. he didn't have the heart to tell you about it when you looked so pristine playing with the damn cat. he knew how much you love cats. from the constant showing of cat related videos from social media, or to cat motives stuffs, even cat shaped food.

you drew out your phone, snapping pictures of the cat from every different angle possible. choso damn well knew how you had a private album for the said cat, and he had seen the album before under your permission. only to conclude that he wasn't happy at how many cat pictures decorated your gallery — so sometimes, when you aren't looking, the male finds himself taking his pictures with your phone so he could put it into his folder in your gallery.

"baby," he calls out to you.

blatantly ignored. and it hurts his feelings the slightest bit; he tries to call out to you again, and you responded this time. with a soft hum, yet your beautiful e/c eyes were focused on the cat that laid still on your lap, it's paws reaching up to touch your hand.

"can you pay attention to me too?" he questioned, almost whines out at the fact that the cat— cashew —has your full attention, and the boyfriend here was choso.

"in a bit, love," you reply, leaning down onto the feline's tummy to nuzzle it lovingly, "aww, you're so cute, cashew."

the soft purr emitting from the feline for some reason, irked the male, "i need attention," he mumbles out, reaching towards you — and the cat was immediately alarmed by him, sitting straight up on your lap, eyes intently looking over to choso's hovering hand, "what're y'looking at?" he asks the cat.

the ginger tabby hisses once, making a warning to the male. and as choso hovers his hand closer, the cat swung it's paws onto his hand, scratching it — letting out one last hiss. in reflex you pulled the tabby away, looking at choso, who in this predicament, was the victim of assault to that cat.

the action offended choso greatly and he pulled his hand away, wiping the blood with his finger, "does it have any problem with me?" he mutters out angrily, looking at you.

"are you okay, cho?" you scooted closer to the male, who huffs out loudly.

"no." he murmurs, a little delighted that he's finally got your full attention now and the cat was by your other side. delicately licking it's paw, "i'm hurt."

it was a small scratch. but he can't help it, he wanted your attention. and now that he has it, he'd do whatever it takes so you could pamper him — usually, scratches don't bother him. choso would shrug it off, quoting how it was just a flesh wound.

you found yourself chuckling softly at the male's act, "usually you'd brush that off, when did you become such a big baby, cho?" choso almost. almost. pouts, but he didn't — he just leaned himself onto your body, wrapping his arms delicately around your hips.

"ever since we have a third being in this relationship." he muffled out into your stomach.

"but it's so cute, baby . . . look at it," you eyed the cat, which is now looking at you, letting out a soft meow, "aww, my baby."

choso whines softly, pulling you closer to him, not wanting to let you go back to pampering the cat, "i'm cute too." he said, looking up at you — his chin plastered to your stomach gently, "okay, listen — you're pretty, and i'm cute . . ."

rolling your eyes with a vexing smile, you replied, "don't even start with me."

"we'd be pretty cute together." choso ended.

threading your fingers against his dark hair, you tugged on it lightly, "cho, you're my boyfriend — and cashew is just, a cat. 'm not gonna replace you, baby. i promise."

the male sighs out exasperatedly, knowing he's definitely losing this battle against the feline. nodding mutely, he then said, "can't you pay attention to me too? feel like 'm not even there sometimes," he leaned his cheek onto your thigh, almost purring out as your fingers traced over his scalp gently.

"i will, baby. 'm sorry i made you feel like that," you leaned down and kissed his cheek, feeling the guilt finally washing over you as choso's eyelids slowly shut tight and he finally reigned over your lap, leaning into your touch.

"can we cuddle, please?" he asks, voice very hushed that you almost missed it.

"mhm, course we can."

do we have the attention in the room?

choso sat criss-cross applesauce in front of you and the cat, brows furrowed. fists balled on top of his thighs, watching in annoyance as you peppered the cat's face with kisses.

the male was already annoyed when he woke up from the longed cuddle only to find void by his side — you weren't there with him. you were in the living room with the cat, "'m sorry baby, cashew was crying loudly, i had to go check if something happened."

frankly, he could care less about this "cashew". but he knew, the cat was somehow doing that so you could pamper it.

the cat meows out loudly, looking at choso. it was an innocent look, anyone would swoon over that look from a cat — however, all choso felt was pure anger. as if the cat was looking at him in a mocking way, clicking his tongue, he stood up and walked away without another word. leaving you sitting on the couch as he goes back into the room.

you called out to the male in worry and looked down onto the cat, who was returning the look back at you, "'m sorry cashew, as much as i love you, choso needs me. so be a good boy and don't cry again, okay?" you mumble down, grazing it's small, plump cheek before gently moving it away from your lap.

wasting no time, you trudged over to the room. opening the door softly, peering over the door to take a look at what the male was doing — choso was planted face down on the bed, one of his bulky arm draped over a pillow, and his soft breaths were the only sound you could hear inside the room.

"cho?"

no answer.

you approached the bed cautiously, sliding onto the space beside him, "cho, i know you're not asleep."

choso shifted his head to face you, "what?"

"'m sorry, baby." you brushed his cheek with a small smile, "i can give you attention now — i promise i won't go back out there to cashew," choso hesitantly sat up, narrowing his eyes at you, "don't look at me like that, makes me feel bad."

he latches his finger onto your calves, tugging on your legs lightly before going in between them, laying his head down on your chest, "if you leave me, 'm not gonna talk to you for a week," he mumbles out softly, lips puckered out. he won't last that long.

you giggled, kissing the crown of his head with a soft hum, "okay, baby. noted," he buries his head into your chest, sighing out in content.

choso has never been the one to initiate stuff most of the time. you do. he was kind of . . . like a cat himself, so when you — the initiator, was no longer initiating things. choso grew somehow, desperate. he yearned for you, yet your attention was always on the ginger tabby.

"missed you," he whispered, looking up to meet your eyes lovingly, "missed you so much."

you raised a brow, "we live together baby," he rolled his eyes at your nonchalant reply, holding you tighter as if he's afraid that if he had let go of you right now — you'd stand up and walk back to the cat, who god knows what it's doing alone now.

"yeah, but i never got your attention." he mutters.

"my baby," you cooed down. your high pitched voice made choso's heart flutter, he was enlighted, "'m sorry you felt like that, y'have my attention now."

choso smiles softly, he didn't need anything. just you.

meow.

choso was visibly alarmed, raising his head up, he saw the ginger feline peeking it's small head over your bed. it's paw tapping the surface of your bed a couple of times before it hops up with ease, trotting over to the both of you.

you eyed the cat with a small smile, and it grazes it's head onto your upper arm. looking at choso, it walks over to the male who cringes back lightly as the cat comes closer into his view, "what does it want from me?"

choso squinted it's eyes, ready for another scratch. but to his surprise, the feline sniffed his fingers for a few seconds, with no signs of hostility before bumping it's head onto his digits. the male looks at you, "is it . . . it is cursed?"

as if the feline could understand, it hisses at choso. trotting over to the male and hopping on his back, you smiled at the scene playing in front of you, "get off of me, you . . . stupid cat."

the said cat was unbothered, yawning with a small mewl before circling around choso's back and stopped on the hollow of his back. slowly loafing on it, purring softly, "i think he's grown to like you now," you whispered, taking a picture of both choso and the cat.

choso sighs out loudly, "it's an act, 'm telling you."

"cho, give cashew a chance."

the male grumbled but let the cat lay there on his back, "okay, since you told me to."

"i love you," you laugh, kissing the tip of his nose and choso shuts his eyes again, leaning his head onto your chest.

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[cor-obscenum]

Step-Papas

Author's note: this is a different fic from my usual stuff, because I just wanted to write fluff about the Papas holding babies and being adorable. Inspired by real-life hospital volunteers who cuddle and comfort babies at neonatal ICUs. (Maybe I'm having a bit of baby fever).

Pairing: gen (no pairing)

Summary: after retirement, the Papas decide to fill their time caring for some of the most vulnerable members of the Clergy: ghoul kits.

Contents: SFW, just tooth-rotting fluff, Papas being surrogate dads and total softies.

Word count: 1140

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“I have to do everything around this Ministry, dammit!” Copia whispered under his breath, walking quickly down the hallway. Being Frater Imperator had its prestige, sure, but it naturally came with responsibilities, and that included doing the less pleasant tasks.

The call came from the Ministry’s daycare, where the ghoul parents left their kits while they worked. More specifically, the nursery, with the youngest ones. Copia had mixed feelings about this part of the congregation: on the one hand, the kits were cute, but on the other, they cried and peed and pooped like any other baby. The task of caring for the little ones was noble, but it was also laborious and expensive, and Satan knows how many pounds of dirty diapers were discarded every day.

He arrived at the pastel-colored and cartoon character-covered room, careful not to make any loud noise that could startle the kits. Naturally, there was a choir of crying in the background - the high-pitched, catlike mewling that was so typical of ghoul kits. Copia tried his best not to be fazed by the cries as he greeted the incumbent Sister of Sin that oversaw the nursery:

“Good morning, Sister Lucretia. What seems to be the problem here?”

“Oh, thank Satanas you came, Frater.” The kind middle-aged woman smiled. “We'd rather not bother you, but today we're a little understaffed since Sister Zoe has called in sick, and she's the one who has the copy of the key to the pantry. And since you're the one who has all the keys here, I asked for your help.”

“Don't worry, you're not bothering me at all. Just a second.” He fished the bunch of keys from his suit pocket and started searching through the massive amount of keys. While he fiddled with the many little pieces of metal, a familiar voice entered the room with a lively “Buongiorno, fratello! Buongiorno, Sister Lucretia!”

Terzo.

“Oh, hello Terzo! I was thinking of you.” the Sister of Sin greeted him.

“How are the little ones? They sound a little upset”. The older former Papa asked, peering over a cot to look at the fussy kit that lay on it, gently touching its tiny hand.

“Well, they're feeling lonely, that's why they're crying.” The Sister replied as Copia finally handed her the key to the pantry. “I guess Aura misses you, by the way.”

Copia watched curiously as Terzo gently picked up the kit from its cot. “Ciao, Aura. Your step-Papa is here” he said, lovingly holding her against his chest as he sat on a chair. The tiny ghoul kit calmed down as he patted her back gently, and her cries were replaced by soft, content purrs.

Copia turned back to Sister Lucretia:

“Do you need anything in here? Diapers, milk, binkies?”

“We're well stocked, thanks. But as I said before, we're understaffed today, so I think we could use a hand with the kits. Do you mind helping?”

Copia froze.

“Eh… Well… I'm not sure if I'm good with them.”

“It's okay if you don't want to, no pressure.” The Sister replied kindly.

“Oh, fratello, but holding a kit feels so nice. I'm sure you're gonna love it.” Terzo chimed in.

“It is?” Copia raised an eyebrow.

“Sì! Kits are such sweethearts. Sometimes I get peed on, puked on, things get messy, but it does pay in the end.” The older Emeritus continued, looking lovingly at the sleeping Aura on his chest. “Besides, they need to be held, just like human babies. It calms them and helps them thrive.”

Copia shrugged.

“Well, then, I guess I'll give it a try. I just hope I don't get puked…”

Sister Lucretia beamed with an audible “aww” and picked up one of the kits from its cot, handing it to Copia.

“This is Ember. She's a very chill kit, she doesn't make much fuss.” She presented the kit to him.

“Ember… So she's a fire ghoul?” Copia asked, hesitant about holding her.

“Yes, but don't worry, as I said before, she's very sweet.”

A little awkwardly, the former Papa took the kit from the Sister's arms. The small fire creature squirmed and fussed a little before settling into the crook of her surrogate caregiver's arm.

“It's okay, little one, Papa's here… Papa's here…” Copia whispered to the kit, which stared at him with big, wide golden eyes.

“It would be better if you held her a little closer to your chest.” Sister Lucretia instructed. “Ghouls are very auditive and olfactive creatures, they like to hear heartbeats and sniff scents.”

Copia sat on a chair to be more comfortable as he proceeded to cradle Ember closer to his chest. Again, he was a little clumsy about it, and the kit fussed a little with the sudden change in position. Terzo watched, amused, as his brother bumbled with the kit until finally settling into a comfortable position.

“Shhh, Papa's here, little one.” Copia whispered, patting Ember's back.

Ember finally calmed down and her mewls gave place to tranquil purrs. Copia looked down to the kit and cooed, his heart filled with pure tenderness. He enjoyed this sweet contact for a few minutes until suddenly, Ember started to nuzzle and paw at his chest.

"Is something bothering you, dear?" He asked, a little weirded out by the kit's behavior.

“She's hungry. Ghoul kits do this when they want to breastfeed” Sister Lucretia explained.

Copia gasped and blushed, to the Sister's amusement.

“I'll warm up her bottle.” She chuckled as she moved to the mini fridge and picked up a bottle of expressed ghoul milk. A few minutes later, she handed the surrogate dad the warm bottle.

"There, princess. Your meal is ready” Copia cooed as he fed Ember. As the kit eagerly drank from the bottle, he watched her tiny, cute face and realized Terzo was right about the whole thing feeling good.

The next days ensued, and Copia found himself frequenting the nursery more often, taking time to hold the lonely kits, feed them and even change their diapers. He was surprised to find that the other Emeritus brothers also volunteered as surrogate dads. Primo was by far the gentlest, like a natural grandfather to whom kits were drawn to like magnets. Secondo may have been really gruff about it, but was surprisingly good with the kits, patting their tiny backs and making small talk as they rested on his broad chest. And the former Papa's were assiduous at this job, always taking time to keep the kits some company.

And how surprised was Copia to arrive at the nursery one morning to find Papa V, the newly appointed head of the Clergy, bashfully holding a kit against his chest as the Sisters of Sin cooed around him. Guess being a Papa or former Papa also includes being a step-Papa sometimes, he thought.

Taglist: @runscold-runsdeep @boomerangjr @anamelessfool