#I'm just a little confused by that event and afterwards they just go into the actual fight so i can't really figure it out

[vitamiiiiins]

OK but what actually DID happen here? why did tyki suddenly imagine and even feel himself dying, being blown/torn apart?? allen didn't actually attack him here. so he says 'was it just the impact of the innocence [activating, ig?], or was it...?'

or was it what??

[caeunot]

johnnie guilbert x reader

johnnie writing zombie about you

idea by @beansnsoup !

➷ you and johnnie have known each other for almost two years now, you two hang out at least once a week, normally to do a video since everytime you two collab the video gets at least 100k more views.. but also because you guys get along so well. everytime your together you both laugh so hard there are tears and unlike jake you keep your space clean so videos don't need a whole cleaning crew to sort out the mess afterwards. either way you two have become pretty close, and when johnnie told you he was working on a new song you were so excited. you love all his music and you always try to watch every cover post he does on tiktok.

you showed up to jake and johnnies place to sleep over since you live an hour away and you are free both today and tomorrow so you might as well stay longer. you normally sleep in johnnies bed and johnnie sleeps on the couch since they don't have a spare room, you are fine sleeping on couch but johnnie insists everytime that you get his room.

the moment you came in the house something felt a little off, like as if there was an unusual energy in the air or that there's a secret between them that your not let into. you don't let it get to you since you were about to go on jake's live.

"jake no offence but why do you always make me eat the most unhealthy shit ever", you say as the live was ending. " okay y/n that's just mean, this is my diet your talking about ", " next time I'm on your live and you like faint from too much sugar ill refuse to drive you to the hospital, I'll just leave you there and take your room so johnnie doesn't have to sleep on the couch when I stay over" jake rolls his eyes. "so basically what your saying is that you want me dead so you could be roommates with johnnie instead.. I see how it is..." you shove him slightly and he screams dramatically and grabs his arm in fake pain. you laugh and the both of you say goodbye to chat.

"that was great, I think that was our best yet!" jake says cleaning up the mess he made. "I think so too! I wish johnnie could have joined though". you noticed how jake immediately got a massive smile on his face, " hey what's that smile for" you say giggling. "oh nothing" jake says winking before starting to drive you both back to the house.

a few minutes after coming back johnnie comes up to you, wanting to show you something. he leads you to his room and sits down on his bed. he starts petting the spot next to him, letting you know you can sit. as you sat he leaned behind and pulled out his guitar. "oh yay are you going to show me your new song!" you say doing a small clap. "yup! it's the one I've been talking about the past few weeks!" he says, you notice his voice is a little shakey but you figure it's normal when singing to a person alone. he cleared his throat and began singing.

Blood red sheets are my favorite

I could be your greatest weakness

'Cause she's got me so damn nervous

I'm a zombie, baby, what's my purpose?

you were enjoying the song so much you were barely taking note of the lyrics, at the end you gave him a massive hug. "johnnie that was great! I think this is my new favorite song of yours, you better be putting it on Spotify".

he blushed slightly, "I'm glad you like it! but I wana ask like.. what do you think of it". you tilt your head to the side a bit confused, "wait what do you mean?". " it's, uh, never mind don't worry" johnnie says putting his guitar away giving you a weak smile.

the energy was really weird now, the feeling you had before was 10x worse and you had no idea why.

a few hours later you said goodnight to the boys and got into bed, you had sat on your phone for a bit when the events of the day really started to sink in and you hated that there was unresolved issues, so you texted johnnie asking if he's awake. as you sent the text you saw a light flash on the bed. you check and it's johnnies phone

y/n 🧟‍♂️ ♥️:

heyy, i don't want to wake you just incase your asleep but if you aren't can we talk?

you laughed at the fact he put a zombie by your contact name, but as you were about to get out of bed to give him his phone it struck you. johnnies song is literally called zombie, maybe that has something to do with the emoji by your contact name. you immediately tried to recall the lyrics of his song,

I want your heart

I want your brain and that body

'Cause you got me going too insane

You can't control mе

I want your heart

I want your brain and that body

'Cause you got me acting likе a fucking zombie

y/n you absolute dumbass, johnnie wasn't just playing a song for you! he was singing his feelings. it all makes sense now, you know for a fact that johnnie gets really anxious when talking about his feelings and if he ever did want to ask you out he probably would be to shy to say it outright, jake probably knew and that's why the energy was so awkward today!

you immediately jump out of bed and go to the living room, you see johnnie typing something on his laptop but when he notices you he smiles closing his it, "you okay? it's pretty late" he asks as you sit down next to him. "johnnie can I ask you something?" you say biting your lip. "sure what's up".

"who was the person you wrote zombie about?" you said, ripping off the bandaid. at first he opened his mouth but then shut it again looking away, even in the dark you are noticing how he is getting flushed. "johnnie?", he didn't answer and instead put his arms under yours and held you for a soft hug, " it's you y/n, I wrote it about you" the hug lingered for awhile just like the silence in the air.

"johnnie I feel the same" you say after the hug finishes. "wait, really?", you take his hands in your own, "yes, really". he says nothing but then leans in for a soft kiss that you reciprocate, his hands gently fall onto your waist, as your kiss started turning more intense johnnie pulls away taking you off guard, "wait, before we carry on its my turn to ask a question" you make a confused face. "can I call you my girlfriend?" you let out a little laugh, "yes, yes yes yes!!" you say as you leaned in again, and this time you can feel his smile through each and every kiss.

❣

[kp-alice]

Romantic greed (the best kind). | sub!Yeosang smut

Word count: 1 191

Warnings: pegging, sub!yeosang x condescending!dom!reader (they're both into it, it's okay), the slightest bit of what could be considered a corruption kink (nothing creepy, though, obv), begging, slightly fluffy during some parts.

A/N: So, uh... this fic was not planned at all, lol. I'm currently working on a few longer fics which aren't anywhere near finished, but today I had the displeasure of listening to two insanely racist, homophobic and just generally ignorant people talking loudly on the train for two hours straight, and somehow my annoyance turned into this. Don't ask me how, the frustration just made me want to fuck a man, okay,?? Yeah, that's pretty much it. Hope you enjoy!!

A/N 2: Btw, this is part of a small event I did on both this blog and my other, more sfw one, @seohwang! Go check it out if you're interested in some Jongho fluff ♥

The bed rocked back and forth with your powerful thrusts, the bed frame grazing against the wall every now and then. Accompanying the squeaking of the cheap wood were Yeosang's breathy moans, sounding like absolute heaven to your ears. He was clutching the pillow in front of him as tightly as he could, occasionally burying his face into it to muffle any wanton whimpers. His back was arched just the way you liked it, showcasing his beautiful broad back with muscle rippling all over. You would have taken a picture if you could, the scene was so pretty. Oh well. For now, all you could do was burn the image in front of you into your memory and grip his hips even tighter.

Yeosang keened as you leaned over his back to whisper into his ear, the change in angle hitting all the right spots in him.

"Roll over for me, handsome."

He bit his lip at your words, feeling the blush already tinting his cheeks get even deeper. He'd never admit it, but he loved it when you treated him like eye candy. Just a little boy toy for you to indulge in. Not that you needed him to admit anything, his reactions to the pet names you'd throw his way were more than enough.

Feeling you pull out of him, Yeosang shuddered, forcing his limbs to cooperate. With weak arms and legs, he flipped over, instinctively spreading his legs for you to slot your body between them. And when you did so, he couldn't help but let out a calm, content sigh. The sight of you like this, leaned over his sluggish yet excited body with your equally as tired but aroused one, buzzing with love and eagerness to make the both of you feel as good as possible, was nothing short of breath-taking. He didn't care about what society deemed the right, conventional way of lovemaking. Because in this moment, and even afterwards as he'd likely be recalling this over and over in his head, everything just felt so right. He was yours and you were his, inside and out.

His hazy thoughts of adoration were halted, however, as he felt something prod at him again. His excitement quickly turned to confusion, though, as he realized it wasn't your strap this time. Though initially similar in shape, he noticed it was much thinner yet warmer. Looking down, he caught a glimpse of your two fingers just as they began slipping inside of him.

Yeosang let out a teary, malcontent whine, feeling the slowly building orgasm in him stagnate. "Wait, no! I want- I need your cock in me, please!" he begged, grinding down on your hand to chase after the dwindling pleasure. "I was getting so close, please please please, I need more than this!"

Your core ached hearing him beg, and his thrusts against your palm certainly weren't helping. Despite his hole already being prepped and fucked loose, you could still feel every clench of him around your fingers, only adding to your unending arousal. Leaning over him even more, you looked down at him in faux remorse, contrasting the way your hand started pushing even harder into him. "But I want to feel you some more, hun," you explained with a fake, patronizing pout, "the strap is fun and all, but I can't feel you squeezing me with it nearly as much as I can like this. I need to know I'm making my boy feel good, right?"

Yeosang whimpered at your explanation, knowing you weren't going to budge until he'd give in to your game. With one hand clutching the pillow under his head again, he brought the other down to his twitching, neglected cock. He tentatively wrapped his fingers around it, looking up to gauge your reaction. When you didn't say anything, he slowly began stroking himself, huffing a strained breath from finally getting at least a fraction of the pleasure he so craved.

But even then, his hand and your fingers curling inside of him just weren't enough.

"Y/N, please," he began again, suppressing all shame churning his stomach as he conceded at last. "Please, I really- fuck! I need it! Please fuck me again, I promise you can use your fingers on me later but I-" a suppressed cry slipped past his lips and his hips bucked up as you hit his prostate dead-on, "I really need to cum right now."

The moment he saw your smirk, he knew he was done for.

"Aww, you need to cum?" You asked condescendingly, to which he nodded abashedly. "And my fingers just aren't doing it anymore, are they? You need something more, huh," you adjusted your hand, fingers reaching just a little deeper now, "something bigger," scissoring the two digits, you felt Yeosang shiver again, "my cock."

Closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, he nodded vehemently, already getting excited again just at the thought of it. You chuckled at his response, unable to hide your genuine, giddy smile. Luckily, Yeosang couldn't see your facade breaking, too busy willing the blazing hot blush off his face and chest.

"I've really spoiled you, haven't I?" You asked rhetorically, curling your fingers inside of him a few more times before finally sliding out. "You used to get all sensitive and shy whenever you'd ask me to finger you, and look at you now."

Yeosang let out a small sniffle at your words, which quickly turned to a gasp as he finally felt the blunt tip of your strap press up against his clenching hole again.

"Now you're begging me to fuck you with my bigger strap because not even the other one can satisfy you anymore."

Yeosang whimpered as you finally slid back home, hands flying up and around your neck to hold on for dear life as you quickly returned to your original, rough pace.

Noticing he was too distracted by you inside of him to keep stroking himself, you decided to help him out with your free hand, the other holding tightly onto his hip.

Yeosang cried out weakly at the added stimulation, brain starting to fog over from the onslaught of pleasure. His nails dug into your back as you jostled him up on the bed with your thrusts, leaving pretty marks he knew you both would be marveling at in the mirror later.

"...but guess what, Sangie," you suddenly spoke up again, bringing your boyfriend out of his thoughts just as his mind was starting to get a little too hazy.

Taking a few shallow breaths, he dared his voice to answer, "w-what?"

Yeosang squealed the moment you fully leaned over him, resting your chest against his as you drove your strap right into his g-spot. His eyes squeezed shut at the electrifying feeling and he buried his face into your neck to breathe you in while his legs wrapped around your torso. His hands were still clutching onto you tightly, the tremble in them worsening the closer he got to his long-awaited orgasm of the night.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Thank you so much for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated!! <3

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Cheat

Marc Spector x GN!Reader • Rating: T Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist •

Summary: Marc cheats at games constantly.

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A/N: this is just self indulgent. I'm sorry.

Warnings: reader is from the UK (get ready for some friendly USA vs UK), typos, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 828

“But that’s cheating!” 

“No, it isn’t.”

“It is!” You try to keep the smile out of your voice, and put on an air of shocked indignation. Marc was notorious for cheating at board games, and card games, and any games where he thought he could get away with it. 

“How?” He asked calmly, crossing his arms over his chest. But there was a hint of glee in his eyes.

“You,” you gesture at him with your hand, nearly breaking into a laugh, “you can’t move like that.”

Marc doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes, you can.”

“You can’t!”

“Who says?” He cocks his head to the side as he asks, his eyebrows pinched together in mock confusion. Though the little twitch of his lip gives him away. If there was one thing he loved more than cheating at games was pretending he actually wasn’t.

“I don’t know Marc, the rules?” 

“I don’t think so.” 

You pull your phone out of your pocket. “I’m looking them up, right now.”

“You’re just going to go and look at ‘pretend rules to suit my argument .com.” He shakes his head, a fake look of disgust plastered all over his features, as if you’re the one that’s going to try to deceive him.

“Firstly,” you try not to laugh, so as not to weaken your position. “That’s amazing, I am looking that up afterwards to see if it exists, and secondary-”

“I mean, it does exist, otherwise how else are you gonna go on it to look up the rules and pretend I can’t move like that?” 

You gawp at him for a second, grinning like crazy at his audacity. “Marc-”

“Hey,” he holds up his hands, “I’m just trying to play fair here, play by the rules-”

“When have you ever played by the rules?” 

“And you’re here, questioning my very legitimate move.” 

“Marc,” you giggle, “draught pieces cannot jump over empty spaces in a straight line.” 

“See, firstly,” he pulls a face, mocking your expression from before, “we’re playing checkers, that might be where you’re confused, because, in checkers-”

“Marc we are playing draughts,” you giggle and hold up the battered cardboard box, which clearly says ‘draughts’.

He shakes his head. “That’s a typo.”

“That’s a typo?” 

He nods, “of course, and-”

“Pretty big typo.” 

“British craftsmanship was never up to standard.”

“I’m gonna-”

“Now, now,” he grins, wagging his finger at you. “Violence never solved anything.”

“Says the American.” 

Marc gasps in fake hurt and puts his hand on his chest, “I’m so shocked that you would lower yourself to insulting my nationality.”

You laugh, “you just-”

“I would have thought such petty insults were beneath you,” he shakes his head in mock outrage. “I mean, I am so insulted right now.”

“You did it first!” You grin.

Marc just shakes his head and stares to the side. “I can’t even look at you right now. 

“Also draughts and checkers are the same game.”

“Now, you're insulting my American heritage, our cultural game of checkers, how could you?” His tone of voice is making it impossible not to laugh. 

“Marc-”

“I just can’t,” he stands, “If you’re not going to respect the game then,” he shrugs, “I don’t think we should play, let’s just end it here and say I won.” 

“No,” you get up, “I’m winning!” 

“Were you? Morally?” He teases.

“Yes!”

He takes a step closer to you. “And in the actual game?”

“Yes! That’s why you started cheating!” 

He leans closer, “I never cheat.” 

You place your hands on his cheeks and pull a face. “Liar.”

“How could you-”

“Don’t make me ask Steven to be the umpire.” You say playfully. 

“Oh yes,” he narrows his eyes at you. “The other Brit, I’m sure he’ll be completely unbiased.”

You laugh, “Fine, how about Jake?” 

Marc shakes his head, an over-the-top motion just for your amusement. “Can’t trust him.”

You gasp, “You can’t trust him?”

“Not in matters like this.”

“But he’s American.”

Marc shakes his head again, “he’s too blinded by your beauty to be impartial.” 

You smile, the sneaky compliment catching you off guard for a moment. “Blinded by my beauty?” 

“Hmm,” he nods, all fake seriousness. “It’s a real problem, luckily, I have developed a resilience to your charms.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yes,” he nods again, but takes hold of your left hand and places a kiss to your inner wrist. “I am completely immune.” He punctuates the sentence by placing more kisses along your arm and sliding his other hand onto your hip, pulling you closer towards him until your chest is flush with his. 

“Completely immune.” You echo and nod sarcastically.

“Completely.” He nods back and places a soft kiss on your lips that quickly has you melting into him. He stays just as close when you break apart, keeping barely a centimetre of space between you. 

“You’re a terrible cheat, Spector.” 

He grinned. “You love it when I don’t play by the rules.” 

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[sailor-aviator]

Hey there...

You got a second? Come chat with me.

After talking with a couple of other creators on here and seeing the reaction to a couple of my other posts, I thought it might be a good idea to chat about engagement and what that means, specifically here on Tumblr.

Engagement is the life blood of fandom. It is what keeps people enthusiastic, happy, and, well....engaged! I think there have been some misconceptions about what exactly it is content creators (fanfic writers, moodboard makers, gif makers, fan art makers, etc.) mean when they say they want meaningful engagement.

Meaningful is the operative word here. Yes, likes and reblogs do count as engagement with your favorite creators, but do they count as meaningful?

Imagine with me for a second that you are competing in a sporting event....lets say track and field. You've been preparing for this event for a while now, putting your all into it so that you can do your best. The time comes and your event goes really well!! Afterwards, you go to mingle with the crowds, your friends, your families, except...no one says a word to you. Sure, they give you thumbs up and applause, but nothing else.

You're starting to feel a little self conscious now. You thought you did really well, but no one is saying anything? So you ask them how they thought you did. Several of them just smile at you and nod their heads, giving you another thumbs up, and one of your friends even says "you did good!"

"Well, what did you all think about...?" You ask. Again, no one says anything. You look over and several other teammates are having the same thing happen to them. One or two have people gushing about their performance, and it's well deserved! They worked really hard, and they did amazing in their event! But you did too...right? You're not so sure now, and now you're starting to second guess yourself. Should you even be doing this at all? People gave you thumbs up and applause, but....

A few weeks later, you're not as engaged with track and field anymore. In fact, you've all but quit at this point, running in your free time, but you're not doing it competitively for others to see. You still enjoy the act, but you don't want to subject others to seeing you do it if they don't want to. One day, a friend comes up to you and says "You were so good at track and field! Why did you stop??"

"I didn't think anyone liked seeing me do it, so I stopped," you explain. Your friend looks at you confused.

"We all did?" They say. "We gave you thumbs up and applause. Why would you think we didn't like your events?"

"Because you never said you did. You never put forth the effort to tell me, so how was I supposed to know?" You reply.

Now, given reactions to other posts like this, I'm sure some of you are going to call me condescending or patronizing. I'm not trying to be. I'm trying to show you all why meaningful engagement is so vital to fandom experiences. Your favorite creators WILL stop creating if you don't talk to them about their work. They'll keep doing what they love, but eventually they will stop sharing it with you. You'll never know how your favorite fic ends. You'll never see your favorite characters in that style exactly again. You'll get fewer and fewer gifs.

Likes are okay, and reblogs are important for getting more eyes on your favorite things, but talking to your writers and engaging with them in the different events, their content, or fun things they try to do for you all is so important.

I joked, but the whole "ten likes and five comments for the next update" used to be a very real thing in fandom spaces. Your favorite content creators do not want to be on here constantly begging you all to talk to them. We are human beings who want to speak with other human beings, we don't want to be treated like mindless content machines for you all. Days of work go in to what we create, and a single sentence of "I really liked when X character said this! I can't wait to see what they'll do when Y happens!" on a fic takes you ten seconds. And I guarantee that the author will absolutely bombard you with their excitement to talk about their story. You're never bothering someone when you talk about their work. They share it because they WANT to talk to you about it.

Don't want to show your face? That's totally fine! That's what the anonymous feature is ACTUALLY for. Show love through anonymous messages if you don't want people to know it's you!

Show your favorite creators some more love. It's so easy.

[luvfy0dor]

Hiya! How're you? Congrats for 600! You're an awesome writer and you deserve every one and more! For the event, may I please request 'Spiderman kisses' with Fyodor and Sigma (If you do gendered readers, male preferably but I'll go with GN too if that's easier!). For details... I have two (if you don't mind). 1. I want Reader to be the one initiating the kisses, please! And 2. Let's say Reader doesn't have an ability. Instead, he manages to hang upside down is because bro just chills in the cramped-ass ceiling vents system and he knocks down ceiling plates all the time to drop down into rooms from the ceiling as opposed to using the door like a normal person LOLZ-. Feel free to decline if not suited to your tastes, bye-byeee!

Sigma and Fyodor + Spiderman Kisses ♡

Warnings; might make you feel a little lightheaded, it made me feel that way lol

Sigma ★

Walking the halls at night in the aerial casino became one of Sigmas least favorite things when you wiggled your way into the ceiling and vents. You had popped out of no where one too many times for his liking, always giving him a mini-heart attack. He was walking back to his office when he heard the faint sound of thumping up in the vents. It was so quiet and minute that he almost thought a chipmunk had crawled up in there instead of his boyfriend, but when one of the tiles was popped out, he was proven wrong. "Sigma!" You said quietly, happy to see him but unwilling to disturb the visitors in the rooms throughout the hallway. "Ah, y/n, I was looking for you. Are you headed to bed?" He asks, those pretty grey eyes staring up at you. "Not yet, I don't think so. Not unless that's where you're going?" You respond, situating yourself so that you torso is hanging upside down from the ceiling with your legs keeping you from falling. "No, I'm going to my office for a little while longer, but I'll be back in the room soon." He gives you a smile that you return. "Alright, but before you go, I've missed you all day long." You say, cupping his cheek and leaning closer to him. "I haven't had a kiss yet today, you know that?" You laugh, to which he blushes and chuckles under his breath, letting you pull him in and kiss him. He didn't really know where to put his hands since your position was inverted from the usual standing, but he decided the back of your head was the way to go. He felt his nose press against your chin as he kissed your bottom lip, and your nose bump against his. He hummed into the affectionate action, his hand trailing up to caress the nape of your neck quickly before he pulled away. His breath was slightly shaky and his heart rate increased as he looked into your eyes. "Okay, I'll see you later!" You crawled back up into the ceiling and went on with your past times up there. He watched you disappear and smiled before heading off. Suddenly, having you pop out of nowhere every now and again wasn't that bad.

Fyodor ★

Fyodor knew if he needed to find you during hours at the DOA hq, there was no specific of guaranteed spot you would be. He'd have to find you hanging out of one of the cramped, tight vents somewhere by luck. He found it both confusing and interesting that you willingly hung up there all day, but each time he thought about it he understood just a little bit more. The silence and peacefulness of alone time away from interaction could be very enjoyable, especially if it was combined with a good book. He walked through the halls with his cape flowing behind him. With each room he walked by, he glanced inside for any sign of his lover. "Y/n? Where are you?" He calls out to you, listening afterwards for any rustling or thumping above his head. "Hmm..." He thought to himself, heading to the furthest room down the corridor and walking inside to find you hanging out of the vent. "Oh, I don't recall having found you in here before, darling." He says, drawing your attention. You lift your book from your eyes and smile at him. "Yeah, I realized I hadn't hung over here yet so I figured I'd try it. Not like it'd be massively different." You reply, watching him walk closer to you. "Is it time to leave?" He nods with a small smile of amusement. "Yes, it's best we head home now rather than walking through the dark later." You stare at him while he speaks, entranced by his beauty, even after a stressful day dealing with a clown and a naive manager. "Okay...you know, I always want to kiss you like this, but you never take the hint." You whisper, reaching out and brushing his hair behind his ear with a small pout. He hums and gently holds your hand over his cheek and leans in closer. "Well then, maybe you should have been more direct." You huff with an eye roll and pull him in, connecting the two of by the lips in a passionate kiss. Your thumb caresses his cheekbone and you can feel him sigh quietly. You quickly pull away when you feel your body start to heat up, hurrying to get yourself out of the vents before you loose your balance and fall on your head in front of Fyodor. "Hah...I shouldn't need to be more direct if you're as smart as you make yourself out to be." You say, slithering back up into the metal tunnel to backtrack your way out. "Maybe I just wanna hear it from your lips, Myshka? Is that so bad of me?" He grins and you feel yourself do the same. You definetly didn't think that was all too bad now.

A/n; Thank you so so much for the compliments and request!!! 💖💖 this was super duper cute, it just made me feel a little dizzy while writing it, but I wish I could hang out if vents like that thats so cool ^^

[frickinsleepdeprived]

Interesting First Dates with the Demon Slayer Hashiras

Just wanted to compile a little something else for y'all teehee- (some of these will be more on the modern side than others, all of these headcanons feature pre-established relationships fyi)

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Text Key:

Normal text: you, the reader

Italicized text: the character in question

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Muichiro

He's an antisocial person, not to mention he's pretty aloof to begin with. So naturally you don't want to make him uncomfortable, and frankly neither does he.

So when you guys are discussing first date ideas, you both didn't want to go with the generic dinner or movie, hell staying in sounded boring also.

"You know what I just thought about Muichiro?"

"Hm? What's up (y/n)?"

"I heard that there's an orchard nearby, and it's open to the public-"

"Say less let's go."

So you guys went, turns out it was an apple orchard. So that means you'll have fresh apples for you both and maybe some of the other hashira.

Once you both returned to headquarters, you both had two baskets each filled to the brim with apples and you didn't know what to do. So you both decided to just make cider out of some, give a basket to the mess hall, save a basket for each of you. And whatever was left you both divided equally among the other hashira.

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Mitsuri

Mitsuri, obviously, is the love hashira. Love is practically her brand.

So you expected something extremely lavish, like a five star four course dinner or something. Hell maybe she might get some help from Uzui who knows?

But instead, she decided that for your first date, you both are gonna go to a wine/sake tasting.

"Mitsuri where are we going?-"

"You'll see soon enough, I promise!"

So you guys get to the winery and distillery, you looked at her rather confused. What were you both doing here?

But as you went inside, you realized what this was all about.

And Mitsuri was about to put you onto some really good wine and sake?

Say fucking less.

"You liking this so far (y/n)?"

"How come I haven't known about these types of events before? Or what good wine is?"

Needless to say you guys had a really good time, and went home a little tipsy.

......

Obanai

The serpent hashira isn't really one for dates.

Moreover, Obanai didn't believe in them at first simply because he didn't think they were a necessary requirement to court with someone.

However, he noticed that you went to the cemetery dedicated to fallen demon slayers a lot.

He was always curious about it, so he asked if he can accompany you.

But he wouldn't outright say he wants to be with you, he'd probably make up some kind of excuse.

"Obanai it's okay if you just want to be with me when I go, I don't mind."

"W-what're you talking about? I just want to go with you to ensure your safety. There's no telling who can be out there..."

And you can tell he's lying because his face gets red, and his snake hides it's face.

Nevertheless though, he went with you and when he saw you at one of your relatives graves, he couldn't help but feel a little grateful he decided to go with you.

It's something he'll definitely never forget, and afterwards he felt bad not only for lying but also your loss. So you guys decided to explore the rest of the cemetery for the day.

......

Sanemi

Given that he's on the more competitive side, it's only natural that Sanemi would want to make your first date a fun challenge.

What better way to get a fun competitive spirit going on in your relationship with him than video games?

"Soooo what're we playing Sanemi?"

"Uh, well what do you want to play? Your choice not mine I'm indecisive as fuck."

So you picked up an iconic guitar.

Yes, you're gonna play guitar hero.

Sanemi was surprisingly really good... on the easiest difficulty that is.

You on the other hand have been playing this for so long that you can play it on almost max difficulty.

"oh yeah, it's on. You pick the song we're putting that shit on max difficulty."

So you chose a song you knew by heart, whatever that may be

And the way that this man was closed in on the game, it gave you chills.

Needless to say his determination paid off and he won lol.

......

Kyojuro

You guys didn't want to go out but at the same time you didn't want to stick with the generic movie and eventual make out session.

Luckily, in your boredom, you started thinking about all of the art supplies you've accumulated over the years.

Then you remembered something you recently bought.

"Hey Kyojuro I'll be right back, just need to grab something real quick."

"Alright my darling flame, take your time."

So you came back not even five minutes later with a huge pallet of face paints and brushes varying in size. Along with some water in a glass and a paper plate

"Hey Kyo I need you to take off your shirt and tie your hair up for me."

"Um, okay? What do you have plotted my little flame?"

"You'll see, now hold still."

So you painted on his back, seeing as how you didn't have any other canvases available at the time.

And he was really still too, it was truly a testament to his own discipline. Which was pretty strong in your opinion.

"Okay, now don't move... alright you're good, just don't lean back."

You showed him a picture of the landscape you painted on his back, and his jaw just dropped in pure awe.

"You like it?"

"I must say my sunflower, you definitely have quite the artistic expression! Well done beautiful."

"... you wanna try?"

He didn't even hesitate, he had you raise your shirt and he just started painting. You could tell by the strokes he was pretty skilled.

After that he took a photo of what he painted on you and showed you.

"Oh, wow. T-that's beautiful, how come you never told me you painted?"

"Well, I just figured it wasn't necessary, why? Are you that enamored by my artistic skills, my love?"

......

Shinobu

Truth be told, she had a few errands to run for the butterfly estate

You decided to tag along and make it more enjoyable for her, she never really liked going out alone anyways.

"Where are we heading out to?"

"I have to pick up some stuff from the apothecary, who knows, maybe we'll find something we'll both enjoy for later!"

So you guys went in, found everything you needed for the butterfly estate, and ended up picking up some bath bombs for a bath later at night.

"Shinobu, my love my light, that one has glitter in it-"

"Oh don't worry dear, this isn't for us."

"Please don't tell me you plan on glitter bombing Giyuu again-"

She simply smiled, knowing damn well she had not the purest of intentions

Nevertheless you both returned home and put one of the bath bomb to use

It was always relaxing for you guys, after all, you both wouldn't mind just basking in each other's company if the day would allow for it.

......

Tengen

This man... has three wives.

And now that you're in the mix you kinda felt out of place a bit.

Little did you know that you'd be scooped up from training with Obanai that day and taken elsewhere.

"Babe I was training-"

"That's unflashy of you, let's go do something fun. Besides I've already got something aligned."

"I- okay by all means."

Yeah there was really no protesting this one.

He noticed that you've been becoming a little closed off so he decided to take you on a date. Just you and him.

Once you both got to where you needed to be, you noticed it was a dance studio.

"Oh god I'm gonna trip over my own two feet-"

The class entailed lessons in bachata, which is a type of Hispanic dance similar to salsa and rumba.

And knowing you, you didn't have any dance experience, like at all.

However, you know you're a fast learner, and so is Tengen.

And you soon realized that dancing with this hunk of a man you called your boyfriend wasn't so bad after all.

Matter of fact, it was exhilarating knowing that the both of you could be this intimate without ya know, doing the do or even without words.

"You enjoying this at all? Your face is pretty red there."

"I- hush, it's not like yours isn't either."

"Darling, my face is red because I'm sweating. Yours is red because you're embarrassed. I gotcha, don't worry."

And with that said you decided to just let go of any concerns you had. Allowing Tengen to take the lead with the dance.

Overall it was a good time, also really good exercise seeing as how you both kinda nodded off after you got home.

......

Gyomei

Given how he's blind, there are many things that you kinda felt like he missed out on, despite being able to see the transparent world.

However, you knew one thing that brought him comfort was his faith in his religion.

He never really talked about it, but when he did, he'd become so overwhelmed with emotion that he'd just cry.

Which you didn't mind, it's his faith and he's allowed to get as emotional as he needs to.

"(y/n), there's a place I want to show you. Why don't you join me?"

"Oh, okay, lead the way Gyo."

So he takes you to a grand building, one made of gold and beautiful teakwood. The sight taking your breath away as he smiled at you.

"Gyomei, is this the temple you always talk about?"

"Yes, it's a beautiful sight. But there's something in the back I want to show you."

So he takes your hand, greets the monks, and quickly leads you to the back where a beautiful butterfly garden resided. A huge Buddha statue in the middle of a koi pond.

You stood there flabbergasted, how could one small area be so beautiful?

Gyomei motioned for you to sit next to him, which you did, leaning your head on his shoulder as he took this time to pray.

You were never the religious type, but something told you to come here more often. With Gyomei by your side of course.

......

Giyuu

He's rather reserved, kinda like Muichiro however he's willing to interact with people if he has to.

However asking you on your first date with him was so unfathomably hard for him that he had to pull the rizz duo (Kyojuro and Tengen) to help him out.

And boy did they help, well, aside from Tengen picking you up like a sack of potatoes and running to the beach.

But once you got there, Kyojuro told you to close your eyes. Which you did.

And by the time you were set onto the sand you were like "Okay what the fuck is going on more importantly where is my boyfriend?"

"I'm right here, my treasure."

So you open your eyes to see Giyuu, at this point Kyojuro and Tengen were running away giggling like schoolgirls. Your boyfriend's faint smile, however, distracted you from the fact that you were basically kidnapped and taken here.

"Giyuu, are those horses?" You asked, looking at the two beautiful mares that stood before you.

"Yes, they are... I'll admit, Rengoku-san and Uzui-san did have a hand in helping me plan this. But I hope you'll enjoy everything that's in store for tonight. So come on, ride with me for a few."

On the outside, you're stunned.

But on the inside you're jumping up and down with glee, knowing that you'll be able to ride a horse for the first time in a very long time.

And it didn't take long for Giyuu to find out you're a skilled equestrian.

It made him proud though, knowing that you like doing something else other than training all the time.

"I see that someone's enjoying themselves?"

"Yes, I very much am. Thank you Giyuu, this means so much to me."

Afterwards you got off your horses and gave them back to their handler, which Giyuu thanked him immensely.

"So... what now?"

"I figured maybe we could walk along the shoreline? If that's okay with you?"

My GOD this man is flustered beyond comprehension. But through his insecure words, you knew he meant well and what he says, he means wholeheartedly.

You guys walk the shoreline until sundown, then afterwards he treats you to a nice dinner on the beach. Albeit it was small but it was still super intimate and nice.

Truly, you wouldn't rather spend your time any other way. As long as you were with Giyuu, nothing else mattered.

......

OMFG MY BACK HURTS-

Regardless though, I truly hope you all enjoyed these interesting headcanons! Feel free to leave a request!

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Doctor's Assistant chapter 3

Note: surprise! happy sunday :) chapter 1. chapter 2.

Warnings: suggestive at some point.

pairing: Doctor!Sihtric x Assistant!Reader/You (f) (x Doctor!Sigtryggr).

summary: You and Sihtric had to face each other after your eventful evening of shopping.

wordcount: 4,6k

Masterlist

The dinner.

You tossed and turned in bed, only to then smile and giggle as you buried your face in the deer plushie Sihtric had bought you earlier that day, which you squished in your arms while it was pressed against your chest.

You still tried to process the fact that your favourite doctor had asked you to go shopping for holiday decorations with him, which eventually turned into somewhat of an unexpected date night, and the evening had concluded with an even more unexpected kiss. Your mind was still reeling from everything that had happened; from shyly holding hands with Sihtric, to him pretending to be your fiancé to make your shitty ex boyfriend jealous, to then kissing passionately in his car at the parking lot in front of your apartment building. 

You couldn't get over how nervous Sihtric had been just before he kissed you. You remembered his trembling hands and how they felt when he took your face. You remembered the sound of his voice when he cursed under his shaky breath, and how that same shaky breath had felt so warm on your lips. But most of all you couldn't stop thinking about his shy murmurs in between the soft and needy kisses, and the way he tasted when he pulled you in for one more long lasting kiss, before you both finally said good night with rosy cheeks.

The memory of it all was still vivid and kept you up when your phone suddenly buzzed on your nightstand. You rolled over and, as you looked at your lit up screen, your heart skipped a beat when you saw Sihtric had texted you, finally.

Sihtric: I'm sorry if today was unprofessional. I hope what happened won't affect our job and work relationship. I'm sorry if I crossed any boundaries.

Your happy and giddy feelings disappeared immediately when you read his words, and you wondered if he had regrets about the evening. With trembling and slightly sweaty hands you replied to your crush, who really wasn't just a crush anymore.

You: I actually had a really good time. I'm sorry if you realised it was not what you wanted or needed, and I'm sorry if it doesn't feel right for you. I never meant for things to become weird or unprofessional

You hit send and anxiously awaited Sihtric's reply. Did he think he made a mistake? Was he not into you at all and did he just feel lonely? Did he only flirt with you because it was all meant to be a joke, because he was bored? Or maybe he was just an asshole? A million thoughts raced through your head and you thought you were going to throw up when your phone buzzed again.

Sihtric: no, it was exactly what I wanted and needed…

You felt confused as you stared at his text. What on earth did he mean? What does he want? Where is this going? Why is he being vague-

Sihtric: I had a good time too, and everything did feel exactly right to me…

Sihtric: but I was just worried that maybe you felt pressured. I know we weren't at work, but it still got me thinking afterwards. I know I'm not officially your boss, but I also know there's this weird power dynamic between doctors and assistants that I really try to avoid. Just wanted to make sure we're cool, you know?

You exhaled sharply as you watched his texts come in. You felt relieved, but still a little confused by his sudden worries.

You: as far as I'm concerned, we're good. You and Sigtryggr both never made me feel there was powerplay at hand. I know what you mean though, but I promise you I never felt pressured

Sihtric: okay, good. That's all I wanted to know.

You: so… do you still want me to come over tomorrow or…?

Sihtric: of course I do, sugar. If you're still up for it?

You felt almost embarrassed by how quickly you melted for the doctor again.

You: of course I am :) if you are too?

Sihtric: I am, don't worry, sugar. I was thinking maybe I can pick you up in the morning? So you don't have to take the bus to work. If you want me to obviously

You: really? Yeah, that would be great actually, it would save me a lot of trouble in the morning

Sihtric: pick you up at 7?

You: works for me, thank you :)

Sihtric: no thanks :)

You smiled at your phone, and you decided you didn't want this conversation to be over yet. Not now that you finally started texting, after weeks and weeks of both being too shy to do so.

You: hey, did you water that plant you bought, like I told you?

Sihtric stared at your text and snorted as he replied to you.

Sihtric: yes…

After he wrote you his lie, he jumped up and watered the plant he bought with you at the garden centre. You told him he needed to repot it and water it, the latter which he hadn't done yet, so he was glad you reminded him. Sihtric didn't have a knack for plants, but he had to keep up his fiancé facade while shopping, so he had to take the plant home.

You: pics or it didn't happen ;)

Sihtric smiled at his phone and sent a photo of his recently watered plant.

Sihtric: and did you give that deer plushie a good spot?

You: I did!

Sihtric: okay, well, pics or it didn't happen ;)

You giggled and switched on your night stand lamp to take a photo of the deer, which you placed with its head on your pillow and tucked in for the photo.

Sihtric: is that deer in your bed?

Sihtric smiled at the photo and bit down on his lip. He figured it was a good sign that you had decided to place the plushie in your bed, out of all places.

You: it is, because you said I should hug it when I miss you ;)

Sihtric stared at your message and smiled even wider, his cheeks slowly warmed up as he didn't know what to reply. He only knew that tomorrow was going to be rough for him, as there was to way he could ignore his feelings for you anymore. He quickly typed a reply, hit send, and then threw his phone next to him on the couch, as he was too nervous to read your reply.

Sihtric: cute. Miss you too x

Light snow already twirled down when you opened your curtains. It was a cold morning, and all that was talked about on the news was the blizzard that's supposed to hit the city near midnight. You quickly got dressed and waited impatiently for Sihtric to pick you up. While you waited, you packed your backpack with a Christmas cookie baking set you had never used, and a box that contained a gingerbread house, which you needed to assemble and decorate. Both items had been a gift from your elderly neighbour, and you figured that maybe it would be fun to do any of those things with Sihtric later that day, if there was some time left once you were done decorating his place.

Almost half an hour after seven, Sihtric finally texted you that he was waiting outside your apartment building. You made haste to put on a beanie and some gloves, and rushed to take the elevator down from your floor. You almost bumped into Sihtric as he was waiting at the entrance, holding a closed umbrella while snowflakes had decorated his black beanie, black gloves and his black winter coat, as well as the front side of his black jeans. Today he wasn't wearing sneakers, as it was too cold, instead he was wearing beige boots, which were also covered with snow.

'Hey,' Sihtric smiled and sniffled, a little shyly, 'I, eh, I had to park my car one street over because the entire road was frozen. I couldn't get here. So I, eh, thought maybe it would be safer for you if I walked you to the car because, you know… the ice.'

'Oh,' you chuckled, 'yeah, sure, that's really sweet, Sihtric.'

'Yeah, well,' he mumbled and cleared his throat as he blushed, 'eh, shall we then?' he asked and opened the umbrella, then held his arm out to you, 'watch your step, it's really slippery.'

You hooked your elbow with his and made way down the street, to his car. Sihtric was right, it was indeed very slippery. He held the umbrella up for you to shield you against the light snow as he watched the road intensely, holding your elbow firmly hooked with his in the hope of keeping you safely up on your feet.

You noticed Sihtric was quiet as he walked you to his car, shy even, and you thought it was adorable. You leaned in a little closer, as it was cold and you wanted to steal his warmth, to which he smiled shyly when you looked up at him. And he looked so cute, with the tip of his nose reddened from the cold, while his moustache and goatee had caught some snowflakes.

You carefully shuffled alongside him when it happened. You hadn't seen the ice patch that was covered up under a thin layer of snow, and you slipped as soon as you stepped onto it. You felt your feet slide away and, with a yelp, you clung onto Sihtric, but it was already too late. You fell down and landed on your butt, taking the handsome doctor down with you while the umbrella flew through the air and landed beside you.

'Gods,' Sihtric said, who managed to not fully fall down, but awkwardly knelt beside you, 'are you okay?' he asked as he immediately reached for your hands.

'Yeah,' you snorted while Sihtric helped you back up, 'I'm okay,' you laughed and rubbed your behind, 'might feel that tomorrow though.'

'Sugar,' Sihtric sighed, then chuckled, 'I told you to be careful.'

'Oh, I'm sorry, doctor,' you hissed playfully, 'I thought it was just snow, how was I supposed to know there was ice underneath?'

'Yeah, well,' Sihtric shook his head, 'just… just watch your step.'

You carefully continued and managed to get to his car without slipping again.

'I got you coffee,' Sihtric said and pointed to the cup holder, then to a bag on his dashboard, 'and some breakfast. I already finished mine on the way here, but yours should still be warm though.'

'Oh, thank you. That's so sweet,' you smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek, to which the doctor blushed.

Sihtric took off his beanie, revealing his braided hair, and you couldn't stop staring at him as he started his car. He felt your eyes on him but purposely avoided eye contact. He felt even more nervous today than he had felt last night, and he knew his cheeks coloured even more when you kept staring at him. Sihtric hated how easily he blushed around you, and felt silly for how his heart skipped a beat every time you smiled at him. He also thought it was pathetic how he melted into a puddle on the inside each time you said his name.

And his cheeks coloured even more when he suddenly imagined how his name would sound from your lips, when your legs would be wrapped around his naked body as he made love to you. He imagined the sound of your soft giggles in his ear when he'd leave open mouthed kisses on your bare neck and shoulders, while his fingers tangled in your hair as he'd hold the back of your head, while you sat in his lap, riding him slowly and sensually with your arms wrapped around him and your nails digging into his warm, sweaty skin.

Sihtric swallowed hard and cleared his throat, trying to shake the explicit thoughts he was having out of nowhere.

'Sihtric?' you chuckled and looked at him, a little confused.

The doctor had to bite down an unexpected moan when you suddenly said his name, and he kept staring at his steering wheel.

'Sihtric?' you nudged his shoulder.

'Hm,' he hummed, then finally looked up at you as if he snapped out of a dream, 'y-yes?'

'What are you waiting for?' you laughed, wondering why he started the car but didn't drive.

'Oh, I- I'm sorry,' Sihtric mumbled and put on his seatbelt.

'What were you thinking of?'

'Hm? Oh, n-nothing,' Sihtric lied and shifted awkwardly in his seat.

The drive to work took longer than usual because of the winter weather, and Sigtryggr was staring out of his office window when he saw Sihtric pull up to the practice parking lot. He sipped his coffee, amused as he watched you and Sihtric get out of the car, and he smiled when he saw how Sihtric helped you safely cross the frozen road.

Sigtryggr was quick to walk to the front desk, which he leaned on as you and Sihtric climbed up the stairs.

'Well, well,' Sigtryggr taunted, 'you're both late. Interesting.'

'Sorry,' you shrugged and gave the doctor a hug.

'Traffic,' Sihtric said as he unzipped his jacket.

'Traffic?' Sigtryggr frowned with a grin, 'that's the only reason you're late?'

You looked at Sihtric and quickly turned on your heels, to your chair behind the desk.

'Well, and the weather obviously,' Sihtric rolled his eyes and hung up his jacket.

'That's all?' Sigtryggr asked.

'What are you implying?' Sihtric sighed.

'Nothing,' the other doctor shrugged, 'just that there's lipstick all over your face.'

Sihtric's eyes grew wide, and he immediately rubbed his hands over his cheeks, where you had kissed him as a thank you for the breakfast he had bought you.

You perked up in your chair, with eyes just as big as Sihtric's, and you felt your cheeks heat up. You were sure your soft pink lipstick had not left any marks on his face. And even if so, it had been an innocent peck on his cheek, nothing which you should hide from anyone. And yet you still felt caught. But then Sigtryggr broke out in laughter.

'I was only kidding,' he snorted, 'but, eh, you two totally betrayed yourselves,' he laughed and walked back to his office, while you and Sihtric stared at each other in disbelief.

Sihtric's house was smaller than you expected. Doctors had quite a good paycheck, you knew, but Sihtric's house was modest and most importantly; cosy. From the small hallway you could go upstairs, where you'd find two bedrooms, a bathroom, and stairs to his attic. But if you walked past the stairs and through a door, you stepped into a cute living room with a fireplace. And through an open door on your right, you saw the kitchen, which had a dining area. You loved the place, it being big enough for a couple and a few pets, but you wondered if Sihtric had lived here with his wife and three children before his divorce, and so you asked.

'No,' Sihtric said as he took your coat, 'I moved here after my divorce. The real estate agent kept telling me that I could get bigger places with my salary, but why should I?' he shrugged, 'I was just a man on my own when I bought this place.'

'I understand,' you said, 'but I like your place. It's cosy.'

Sihtric smiled and hung your coat in the hallway, then offered you a drink and said you should probably start decorating in the kitchen first.

'So at least we can hang out while I make food,' he said as you followed him into the kitchen.

'What's for dinner?' you asked.

'I was thinking of making an oven dish,' Sihtric said as he poured you both a drink, 'with potatoes, vegetables and chicken.'

'Sounds good,' you smiled when Sihtric handed you your drink.

He sat down across from you at his dining table and took in your effortlessly beautiful appearance, while you looked around his kitchen, already picturing how you'd decorate the place. Your eyes gazed around the cosy wooden room, looking up at the ceiling, which showed old wooden beams, and then down to the grey tile floor. Above the diner table was a large lamp on which you could hang an adorable garland with ornaments, you thought. And as you smiled at the thought, your eyes wandered back to the doctor, who you caught smiling at you and then looked flustered at the fact you had caught him.

'I, eh,' Sihtric cleared his throat and got up, 'I'll start making food. The decorations are in those bags,' he said and pointed to a stack of bags in the corner.

And soon you were hopping and twirling around the kitchen and Sihtric, with various decorations to put up, while the doctor was chopping vegetables. You had switched on the radio to a Christmas station, and from time to time you hummed along with a song, to which Sihtric suppressed a smile each time. You often glanced at each other, only to quickly look away and shyly mind your own business again when being caught by the other. 

Sihtric couldn't get enough of you. The way you danced around his kitchen and smiled at him. And you were as enchanted by him all the same; by the way he looked so handsome with that kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder, while he was deeply focused on the knife in his hand and the vegetables on his cutting board, until he looked up and caught you smiling at him. That's when his heart skipped a few beats and he felt his knees weaken.

And just when Sihtric put his dish in the oven, he heard you drag a chair away from the table.

'Hey,' Sihtric said when you were about to climb on a chair to reach the higher levels, 'wait, no,' he frowned and walked over, 'don't do that.'

'I have to,' you shrugged and pointed to a top shelf you couldn't possibly reach on your own.

'No,' he said again, 'you can hurt yourself if you fall.'

'Oh, please,' you rolled your eyes, 'I do this all the time back home,' you shrugged.

You climbed up on the chair anyway and Sihtric immediately reached out.

'Yeah, well, you're not home, are you?' Sihtric muttered and circled his arms around your waist, then lifted you off the chair.

'Hey!' you giggled and kicked your feet in the air.

'I said no,' Sihtric chuckled and put your feet back down on the kitchen floor, then spun you around, 'if you need help to reach something, then ask. Don't go climbing on things.'

'Fine,' you pouted and crossed your arms.

'Don't give me that face, sugar,' Sihtric smiled, once again desperately fighting his urge to cup your cheeks and kiss your lips.

'Well, I need to reach that shelf,' you said, 'to attach the garland.'

'Then I will help you.'

'How?'

'Like this,' Sihtric said and spun you back around, then lifted you up again, high enough so you could reach the shelf and attach the decoration. 'See?' he said, 'you don't need a chair and risk falling from it.'

'I guess,' you sighed with a smile while Sihtric held you up with ease, and he put you back on your feet again once you were done. 

'Thanks,' you mumbled shyly and looked up at him.

'No thanks,' he said as he towered over you, and then looked around the decorated kitchen, 'I like what you've done,' he smiled.

'Thanks,' you blushed, 'I think I'm done here, so… what's next?'

'We could start decorating the living room while the food is in the oven?'

'Sounds good,' you smiled.

You both grabbed the remaining bags full of decorations and moved to the living room. While you went through the bags, untangled some garlands and opened boxes of Christmas lights, Sihtric had taken the brand new Christmas tree out of the box. You started to decorate the room while Sihtric fumbled around with the tree, and after about ten minutes you noticed he still hadn't made any progress. You watched the doctor as he sat on the floor, clearly confused while reading instructions about the tree in front of him that still needed to be assembled.

'Are you okay over there?' you asked after another few minutes passed.

'Yeah,' Sihtric lied and scratched his head while his eyes darted between the instructions and the tree, which looked nothing like a tree yet.

'The, eh,' you cleared your throat and looked at the garland you were placing above the fireplace, 'the loose branches have coloured stickers on them, they match with the coloured stickers on the tree stem, so you know where to put them.'

'Yeah, I know,' Sihtric lied.

You glanced at Sihtric and saw how he picked up one of the branches, after understanding your hint.

'No you didn't,' you bit down a smile as you approached him.

'I did,' Sihtric said, defensively, fighting his own smile, 'I was just… taking my time, you know?'

'Oh, that's what you were doing?'

'Mhm.'

'Okay,' you shrugged lightly, 'so, do you need my help or not?'

Sihtric looked up at you, then at the tree, and then back at you again.

'Yeah,' he chuckled, 'I think I do.'

You sat down next to Sihtric and sorted each branch by colour. You then helped assemble the tree, which went quicker than Sihtric expected, and you were fast to decorate the tree with a pleasantly warm colour of lights. You managed to decorate the tree from top to bottom, and just when the oven beeped, Sihtric had lifted you up again while you put the finishing touch on the tree; a star on the top.

The radio was still playing Christmas tunes while you ate in Sihtric's cosy kitchen. You sat across from each other again, stealing occasional glances and shy smiles.

'Do you like the food?' Sihtric asked, a little nervous.

'Yeah,' you said with your mouth full, 'it's really good.'

Sihtric blushed lightly and wanted to ask what your plans for Christmas were, but just as he wanted to speak, the song on the radio was interrupted with a sudden newsflash.

'The blizzard seems to be hitting hours earlier than expected,' a reporter's voice sounded, 'we advise everyone to stay inside, starting right now, as the wind will pick up in a matter of minutes and an unforeseeable amount of snow will cover the entire city within the next hour. I repeat, stay inside for your own safety. Those who will travel and get stuck in the snow have no reassurance of being rescued tonight, as this is the worst blizzard this town has seen since 1978.'

After the harrowing message, the radio station switched to jolly Christmas tunes again, while you and Sihtric stared at each other with big eyes from across the table.

'I…' you swallowed hard, 'I… I should get going.'

'But… you, I-,' Sihtric stammered, 'I can drive you home but-'

'No, I… maybe I can get a cab,' you said, delusionaly, 'I don't want you to risk getting stuck on your way back.'

'I don't think there are any cabs on the road after this newsflash.'

'Well,' you chuckled nervously, knowing he was right, 'I… I don't know,' you looked out the small kitchen window and saw that, indeed, the wind and snow had intensified greatly since the last time you had looked outside, about an hour ago.

'It wasn't supposed to start until like,' you glanced at the clock, 'four hours from now. How were the predictions so off?'

'I don't know, sugar,' Sihtric mumbled and rubbed his eyes, then sighed and looked at you, 'okay,' he sniffed, 'look, I have no trouble with you staying here for the night. My main concern is just that we don't know how long this is going to last. It's Friday now, I think I heard earlier today that it won't stop snowing until at least Sunday morning. Again, I truly don't mind, you can stay here. But I want you to feel comfortable too.'

'Fuck,' you groaned, 'I don't mind staying here, I mean… it's not like there is any other option right now, I suppose. I just… I just don't want to be a bother.'

'You're not a bother,' Sihtric said immediately, 'if anything, I could use some company. Your company.'

'Are you sure?'

'I am,' he said softly, 'there's no need to stress about this, we can't change it. I have no issues with having you around here for however long this will take. I have enough food and drinks for the both of us for at least a week,' he chuckled, 'but I assume it won't last that long.'

'God, I hope not,' you laughed, feeling more relaxed already, 'I just… I didn't expect this so I didn't bring anything, you know? No clean clothes, no phone charger, no toothbrush…'

'I'm sure we can solve those things,' Sihtric reassured you, 'don't worry, okay?' he gave you a comforting smile, 'let's just finish our dinner,' he said calmly, 'and after that we will figure out the rest. We gotta make the best of the situation, which we will, I promise. Okay, sugar?'

'Okay,' you smiled at him, and then went back to your food.

You didn't know that you were both equally as nervous to be more or less forced to spend at least one night together. And after you both finished your food, you continued to decorate the living room, while the snow outside had already formed a thick blanket on the streets, with no end in sight.

When you finally finished decorating, Sihtric had made you a cup of tea and told you to come and sit on the faux fur carpet that was in front of the window. You sat next to each other, watching the large snowflakes twirl down in the dark evening sky. You slowly leaned in to each other until your shoulders touched, but both being too shy to say anything, so you just sat there, staring out of the window and enjoying your hot drinks while the christmas music still sounded from the kitchen.

'Thank you,' Sihtric finally broke the silence, although his voice was barely louder than a whisper, 'for, eh, you know… cheering this place up,' he chuckled softly.

'You're welcome,' you smiled, 'and thank you for dinner. And, well, for letting me stay here.'

'All my pleasure,' he hummed and looked at you.

You smiled softly at each other, both looking shy and a little uncertain about how the rest of the night would continue. Sihtric took your empty cup and placed it with his on the windowsill, then turned back to look at you. His eyes trailed down to your lips as he slowly leaned in, and he carefully brought one hand up to gently cup your cheek. Both your breathing became unsteady within a split second, when his lips lightly brushed over yours. And then, when Sihtric was about to press his soft, warm lips onto yours, the entire room went dark and quiet. 

Pitch black and silent.

You both froze, looked up and then outside, where you both saw the street lights go out, along with the lights of the apartment buildings in the distance and the surrounding houses in Sihtric's street.

'Oh my god,' you whispered, while Sihtric still held your face as you both stared into the darkness outside, 'is this… did the power just cut?'

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[lunerna21]

***I meant to do a post for Chapter 1 of Book 7 earlier but it’s been super chaotic with the holidays 😭***

***Slightly longer post but I just want to get my feelings out lol***

BUT I do wanna vent about specific parts of this chapter cause I’m constantly on edge waiting for the release of Chapter 2 (even though I’ll be crying and hyperventilating throughout the next chapter)

First of all, let me start off with how much I love seeing Sebek have a bitch fit from us calling Malleus Tsunotaro

Like dude basically had an aneurysm and tantrum over it and I fucking love his reaction 😭

(Also totally not loving the attention from Malleus in the very beginning of the chapter 🙈)

Being such a huge fan of Sleeping Beauty I’m thriving on the focus of it for this Book and I can’t wait to see where it takes us ❤️

BUT BUT There were two parts that had me almost to the point of losing my goddamn mind

1. The idea that we could be leaving Ace, Deuce and Grim

When Deuce and Grim started reminiscing and getting upset about us leaving and Grim being alone again

JUST THE ABSOLUTE HEARTBREAK I FELT IN THIS SCENE WAS AWFUL LIKE TWST WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

CAN WE GIVE OURSELVES A BREAK WE KEEPING GOING THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER

BUT THEN ACE'S REACTION IS SENDING ME TO THE HEAVENS

I'M SO CONFUSED AT ACE'S REACTION LIKE CMON TELL ME HOW YOU ACTUALLY FEEL

Throughout the whole series we've always seen Ace consoling us and keeping his positive outlook, and I'm DYING to see how he reacts to us leaving when we have a guaranteed way home

I feel like once he know's our time is coming to an end, Ace is gonna be inconsolable and just completely break down and beg us to not leave

AND I WILL NOT BE OKAY

IF I SEE ALL THREE OF THEM CRYING ABOUT US LEAVING OR THE OTHER STUDENTS IM GONNA BE IN THERAPY FOR WEEKS

I wish we got to see him more vulnerable but I feel like Yana is just cooking something up to DEVASTATE the fandom

AND THE ACEYUU LOVER THAT I AM IM HOPING WE GET SOME DEVELOPMENT CAUSE THIS LITTLE SHIT IS SO GOOD AT MASKING HIS FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS

LIKE CMON ACE TRAPPOLA LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL

2. Malleus speaking about this past

LET ME TELL YOU MALLEUS DRACONIA NEEDS SO MUCH GODDAMN LOVE

THE AMOUNT OF TIME MALLEUS WAS ALONE AND HE WAS USED TO IT IS ABSOLUTELY AWFUL

(Also screw that last option like why would I ever pick that after what he told us)

Just the fact as he was telling his story and we pointed it out and he was just like "Oh, I guess I was" and acknowledged it

Does everyone need to be so traumatized by their past in this game like goddamn the whole goddamn school needs a therapist

Just reminiscing on his reactions to spending time with us in the main story and side stories, and how much he enjoyed being included just makes the past events more special with him 😭

....And his reaction afterward we told him we'd found a way home...

WE'RE JUST ADDING ON MORE TO HIS LONELINESS AND I HATE IT CAN'T WE GIVE MALLEUS LOVE AND A BREAK

AND THEN THE WAY IT ENDED JUST SENDS ME INTO OVERDRIVE EVERY GODDAMN TIME

.....Malleus facing the horrible reality that everyone is slowly fading from his life and he has no way to prevent this is just....

When I tell you I'm going to be in therapy after Chapter 2, I will be so inconsolable that I will be in shambles for a while

I'm glad I'm also caught up to the Chapter 6 on the JPN server, but having to now relive everything in the EN server I will not be okay

Now I will sit in and cry impatiently as I wait for a date for the newest Chapter (ALSO MANIFESTING MORE CHAPTERS NEXT MONTH FOR BOTH SERVERS EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS)

Enjoying the rest of your day~~!! *walks off in tears*

[djuvlipen]

Hello can you kinda explain the whole JK rolling thing and why people hate on her a lot cuz i seen ppl do nothing but hate on her and call her transphobic and i'm so confused on it as to why

Hi! Sorry I let this ask go ignored for a little while, it's a big topic so I wanted to answer it once I have some free time; I went looking for a post that could summarize the situation but, Tumblr being what it is, I couldn't find any. So here is a quick timeline, as I remember it, as someone who was a TRA on Twitter while most of it unfolded:

in 2019, Jo followed Magdalen Berns on Twitter (I also believe she liked one of her tweets and that's how Twitter users found out she was following her). Berns was a gender critical lesbian and YouTuber who was one of the first critic of TRA misogyny.

At the time, Jo was much, much more liked than she is now, obviously. This event caused some drama, it trended for a while, but it was quickly brushed aside and things went on. In my spheres (TRA Twitter), it was seen as kind of a bad look to follow Jo on Twitter following this, but you still could get away with it.

Jo has since explained that she uses the 'like' feature on Twitter to archive things she finds interesting and wants to have a closer look at. Many believe that she probably got interested in Berns' content while writing one of the Cormoran Strike novels, a crime novel series that often explores the themes of male violence and misogyny.

in december of 2019, Jo made a tweet in support of Maya Forstater, who lost her job after misgendering a non binary colleague.

After this tweet, it became forbidden to follow her on Twitter if you were a TRA. Things got worse in June of 2020, when Jo reacted to an article talking about period poverty while referring to women as 'people who menstruate':

Right afterwards, she made a thread going more in details about how transactivism harms women and LGB people:

(I'm pretty sure there was another, longer thread but I can't find it)

After this, former HP actors like Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson accused her of transphobia, while other actors (namely Evanna Lynch and Robbie Coltrane) defended her. She got thousands and thousands of death and rape threats, was called sexist slurs, and was threatened with doxing.

A few weeks later, she published an essay on her website, explaining her views. It is a very well-written and insightful essay that I recommend to read:

And that's pretty much it. As you can see, her position is pretty tamed. She has never been rude to anyone, she just defended sex-based rights, lesbians' right not to sleep with men, and using language accordingly. She helped thousands of poor women with her charity work, funded a rape crisis center, uplifted Iranian women, supported LGB activists and helped a hundred Afghan women escape the Talibans, but because of a few Twitter threads she made, her entire political activism has been misconstructed and boiled down to "she is a fascist who hates trans people"

[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

the nanny part 3 | hangman x reader (saturn)

note: finally a longer one? ish? it took a minute to write because i had a headache every day for the last week and then i had a take home organic chemistry exam that i needed to get done (gotta maintain that 4.0, school is important kids!)

warnings: swearing, very light angst, jake is pinning, saturn is in a relationship. lowkey jake is a simp.

i don't think that this is a warning but i've not explicitly said this either, but any female character i write is bisexual. of that isn't your cup of tea, i'm sorry.

word count: 2.6k

not beta'd we die like men.

inspired by: @roosterforme

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Jake was a mess. 

For no reason, honestly. He had typed out, deleted, retyped, deleted again, and then said said fuck it and opened up his notes app to try and type a message out to you about this weekend. All this weekend is, really, is a friendly chat between a dad looking for someone to help him out with his infant daughter that he didn’t know existed a month ago, and Penny Benjamin’s solid 10 niece that gave him a half mast when she was holding his daughter, for no reason. 

And when you called him Dad-man? His heart stopped. He thought about it all night. 

By the time Friday night had rolled around he still hadn’t texted you in regards to going out tomorrow, so when he got a text message from you, he was a little confused, he hadn’t given you his number… had he?

Hey dad-man! Rooster gave me your number since I hadn’t heard from you all week. Are we still on for tomorrow? I know that Avery is a little young but the San Diego Zoo is doing a little arts and crafts thing with the animals tomorrow we could check out? My treat? you had sent along with a link to the event and he smiles as he types out his message to you.

Hey! You know I honestly had like, 30 different messages typed out to send you but they were all ass ideas compared to yours. I’m sure Avery would love it even if she doesn’t understand what’s going on, lol maybe we could grab coffee or something from a cafe afterwards?

It’s a date, dad-man ;) you send back after a few minutes, which is quickly followed by: pick me up at 9? 

It’s a date, darlin he sends and then groans into his hands “darlin? Seriously? She’s going to nanny your fucking get, get a grip Seresin.” he sets an alarm for 7 am, not like he needs it though. Avery is awake and hungry by 6:45 then out for a nap by 8:30. 

He’s asleep just after 2 and at 6:45 on the dot he can hear Avery stirring through the baby monitor on his nightstand. He’s quick to stand up before her wails get any louder, changes her from any accident she could have had in her sleep and then heads downstairs to make her a bottle. While he’s feeding her, he has coffee brewing for himself so he isn’t a complete zombie when he sees you in a few hours. He gets Avery dressed and her diaper bag packed before he’s setting her in her bouncer in the bathroom so he can take a quick shower without leaving her unsupervised -- she has the time of her life listening to him sing. 

It’s 8:45 by the time he’s finally leaving. Avery forgoing her morning nap and choosing to fight him instead when he was trying to get her dressed, and then puking on his one clean shirt that he had that wasn’t his service khakis or a graphic t-shirt set him behind his schedule. He quickly found a shirt that he turned into a tank top, groaning at how he looked like a gym douchebag 

You were waiting on the steps of Penny’s house for him nearly 15 minutes past 9 for him, and boy were you a sight to see. He definitely regretted his choice of a dingey old Navy shirt but that was his own fault for putting off his laundry and choosing to favor doing Avery’s instead. You were wearing jean shorts you obviously cut yourself, sinfully short but also modest at the same time. The shorts were paired with a pair of tennis shoes and a plain white tank top and a… fanny pack?

You hopped into his truck with a “you’re late” but he just laughs and points to the fanny pack.

“The 90s called, they want their stuff back.” 

“Hey, don’t shit on the 90s. Plus fanny packs are back in. It’s so much more convenient than carrying a purse or other bag around, they’re less likely to be stolen, and both my hands are free.” you say and do a little jazz fingers motion and he just smiles and shakes his head. You put your seatbelt on and he’s pulling out away from the curb.

“Besides, you can’t shit on what I’m wearing, when you’re wearing that.” 

“Hey, be nice to me. Av puked on the shirt I was going to wear and I hadn’t had the chance to wash my clothes yet.” 

“Well, let’s skip the zoo. Avery won’t know the difference, we’ll go back to your place and I can help you clean up.” you suggest and he shakes his head.

“My laundry is not your responsibility. We’re going to the zoo.” he says in his dad voice and you just laugh.

“Whatever you say, dad-man.” you kick your feet up against his dash and if you were anyone else, he’d be telling you to get them off the dash.

The drive to the zoo goes by quickly and despite you calling dibs on paying the entrance fee, Jake is slapping his card down faster than you can even open your fanny pack. You shoot him a glare and he gives you a smirk that sends most girls falling to their knees. Keyword, most.

Jake pushes Avery’s stroller through the zoo while you walk beside him, making light conversation and getting to know each other as you make your way to where the kids' activities are located. 

You learn that he comes from an abusive home. His dad was an alcoholic who passed from liver failure not that long ago, flooding the family with relief. He has three sisters, plenty of nieces and nephews. You learned grew up on a ranch which explains how his legs bow out the smallest amount, his favorite color is green (of course), his favorite tv show, food, even the book he read recently. You told him about your life too, growing up in eastern Tennessee, your parents' accident, living with Penny and helping her raise Amelia to the teen she is today, your time in Vermont, why you picked education to go into. Jake easily saw you as someone that he wanted to spend more time with, it was a no brainer that you would be the one watching his daughter when he needed it. Hell, he could even see Avery calling you mom one day, in the distant future of course. 

You three had finally made it to the area of the zoo where the activities were being held and you take Avery out of her stroller and sit with her in your lap while Jake sits next to you. The warmth of your skin against his making him hotter than the San Diego sun. 

For the next hour you two sit, comfortable with each other while Avery mashes paint around the ziplock bag she was working on. Thankfully for the sun it dried quickly and you drew out a few animals on the rainbow colors covering the page. 

At only 4 months old, Jake is in such awe at how you talk to and how you treat Avery and even at how Avery responds to you. The babble that you do back to Avery, how sweet you talk to her, how she reaches for you, all of it. Just melts Jake. 

The time to walk back to the truck wasn’t long enough, in his opinion, and he was already planning a trip back when she was a little older and would appreciate it a little bit more. 

You put Avery in her carseat while Jake breaks down her stroller and puts it into the bed of his truck before shutting the lift gate. “Still up for coffee?” he asks just as you’re shutting the back door.

“If you are.” you say and give him a smile, he opens your door for you and offers you a hand and you just laugh and take it before hopping up into the cab and once you’re settled he shuts the door and walks around to his own side.

The drive to the local coffee shop he had in mind was surprisingly quick to get to, granted he did speed a little through some yellow lights to get there.

You don’t bother getting Avery’s stroller out, choosing instead to just undo her car seat and carry her in that way since she was sleeping peacefully already. You tell Jake your order and he stands in line while you go and pick out a table, a little table in the corner and you set Avery’s carrier the table after making sure that it was sturdy enough that you didn’t need to worry about bumping the table and having her shift too much. 

Jake comes and takes a seat since it’ll take a minute for the food to be prepared. “They didn’t have hazelnut, is caramel okay?” he asks since you had asked for a hazelnut latte.

“Caramel is perfect, actually. It’s my favorite flavor.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” he says with a smile and leans forward on the table and you give him a kind smile back.

“So dad-man. Think I’m fit enough to watch Avery for you?” you ask and he chuckles.

“I think you’re qualified to do more than that, but yeah. She loves you, I love you-oh I uh-” his ears redden and you laugh.

“No I get it, don’t worry.” you say as his name is being called for the food and drinks. You watch him walk away, shamelessly checking him out as he goes, you bite your lip softly but look away quickly when he turns around to walk back. 

“One chicken salad on a croissant with blueberry applesauce and an iced caramel latte with oat milk for Saturn,” he says, setting your tray down and you laugh and he sets his down before pulling his chair out. “And one of the exact same thing for me.”  

“Real original dad-man.” you say as you take a sip of the latte and you moan, “this is so good.” 

His breath hitches when he hears the sound and he shakes it off with a laugh, “yeah, the coffee here is the best I’ve had in the area. It’s nice that it isn’t too far from base or from home either.”

“Might just have to go a little out of my way in the morning to come here.” you say and he laughs.

“So, how did you get the nickname Saturn?” he asks as he takes a bite of his sandwich and a sad smile forms on your face.

“I got it from my dad. I don’t know why I took such a liking to the planet, but I grew up loving space. I wanted to be an astronaut, actually. He took me to our local planetarium and it was the first planet that I actually saw in the telescope and there was just something about the rings that really drew five year old me in. I wanted saturn everything. I even went as the planet for Halloween one year.” you say and he laughs.

“What were you just a yellow ball with circles around you?” he asks and you nod.

“Yeah pretty much, let me see if I have a picture.” you pull out your phone and he glances at your lock screen and sees it’s you and another girl kissing with fireworks in the background. He quickly looks away as you get into your phone, feeling an unnecessary stab to his heart. “Here it is!” you say and show him little you with a little bucket of candy, the biggest grin on your face and he laughs and takes your phone so he can look at it closer.

“You were adorable, what happened?” he teases and you make an offended noise and snatch your phone back.

“I’m still adorable! I’m just… grown now.” you say and he laughs.

You both sit there for a while longer, Jake running out to get stuff for a bottle before coming back in to see you already holding her and waiting for him to return. “You want me to feed her?” he asks and you shake your head.

“Nope. I got her.” you saw and take the bottle, she latches quickly to it and starts drinking away. “When you have me around you are doing nothing. Just relax, daddy. Let someone else take care of her.”

He feels relief at that statement, but also useless since all he’s done for the past almost month is take care of this little human that he helped to create. But watching you take care of her, so effortlessly, was so easy for him. He didn’t expect to be able to relinquish control of this aspect of his life so easily, and yet, it was almost second nature to him.

“So, are you able to start watching her on Monday? I return to duty then and-”

“Jake, it’s fine. I do nothing all day aside from helping out Penny at the bar. I would be more than happy to come and spend all day with this little baby.” you say, looking down at Avery with a smile on your face.

“I’m not, stealing you away from anyone am I? Boyfriend.. Girlfriend?” he fishes and you laugh.

“My girlfriend lives back in Vermont. She doesn’t have any plans to come visit any time soon so as of right now, the only person you and Avery are stealing time from is myself. But there’s nothing I can’t do with her that I couldn’t do by myself.” you say and he nods.

“How long have you two been together?” 

“Just over two years. We celebrated our anniversary just before I moved out here.” you say, looking back up at him and you see the look change in his eyes and you offer him a small smile.

“What about you? Any girlfriend that’s going to come out of the frameworks?” you tease and he shakes his head. 

“Nah, not really looking to date now that I have this little one to be thinking about.” he says and you nod, the conversation ending there. 

After Avery is done with her bottle you burp her and lay her back in her car seat. It’s nearing 3pm already and you have to get to the bar soon for your shift. Jake carries Avery back to the car while you run into the bathroom, splashing cool water on your face. 

You knew things were rocky with your girlfriend back home, and the last thing you ever wanted to do was get involved with your new boss, even if he was one of the most genuine and kind men you’ve ever met.

You make your way to Jake’s truck and he’s waiting for you outside, windows already rolled down so the back door can be shut and Avery won’t bake in the Californian sun. He opens your door for you again and you smile and climb up in the truck.

It’s a short drive to the bar and you hesitate getting out, you look back at him with your lip already between your teeth and you smile. “Thank you, Jake. I had a really great time.”

He returns your smile with a nod, “so did I. And I’m sure that Avery did too.” you laugh and look back at her.

“You’ll have to text me your address before Monday.” you remind him and he nods.

“I will.”

“Alright, well. Enjoy your night, dad-man.” you say, jumping out of his truck and he watches you walk into the bar, leaning his head back against his seat and letting out a deep sigh.

Of course you’re in a relationship.

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[be-with-me-so-happily]

Not What We Bargained For

PART 2 of 2

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<< Request >> "If it's possible, could you make a story about harry hating you and you didn't know why and then one day you have to share a hotel room with him and you find him jacking off in bed!?! Smut obviously and a fluff ending please?" @pandisasterthatlived

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Summary: Harry dislikes YN. She dislikes him. As long as they avoid each other, they can manage to be in the same office. But an unexpected work trip creates more tension than anticipated.

A/N: Well, the people have spoken and I am more than happy to have listened! Hopefully those of you who enjoyed the first part will enjoy this part just as much.

>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: Some explicit language, workplace rivalry & jealousy, alcohol consumption, SMUT - oral (male receiving), fingering, unprotected penetration

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YN knows Harry's not her biggest fan, and she really doesn't know what she did to make him hate her so much, but she's accepted the fact that working closely with Harry just isn't a pleasant experience.

This work trip has been no exception. It wasn't the original plan for her to be there, but she idiotically assumed he would at least appreciate the help. She was wrong.

The way he cut her off during the meeting, and scolded her afterwards, she really shouldn't be surprised.

She was worried he'd be snappy again this morning, since she had heard him tossing and turning during the night, but his mood is completely different. He's smiling, joking, and even winked a couple of times. It's totally throwing her off and she's not really sure how to handle it.

But she knows Harry hates her, and that the friendliness is just due to the fact that he is closing the deal today. At least things will be pleasant, if it keeps going this way.

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Harry knows that the YN in his dream was not the real one. What she said and did was only what he had created in his mind for her to say and do. The way he would've wanted her to.

But that's the thing. Now he knows he wants it and he can't stop thinking about it. Does her skin feel as smooth as it looked before she got into her bed? What do her lips actually taste like? Are they as soft as he imagined? How would his name sound if she moaned it while he touched her?

A few of those questions cause a heat to rise in his body, and he is thankful she is getting changed in the bathroom so he can calm the sudden twitch between his legs. Not in the way he'd like to, because if he's honest, the only way he really wants to resolve it involves her. For now he just has to will it away.

As soon as she exits the bathroom, Harry stands up from the bed, getting a quick glance at her before she glances her eyes up to him.

"We have a little bit of time before we need to be there." He walks a little closer to her and can sense her breathing quickens. He thinks he might be making her flustered, and he likes it. "Want to grab some coffee and a bite to eat first?"

He notices her just staring, and he raises an eyebrow as he waits for an answer he thought would come easily to her. Either a yes or a no.

"Fine." She shrugs, turning away from him as she quickly grabs her bag and begins to exit the hotel room. "We can go over… your… plan for the meeting."

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"Mr. Styles, I'm just having a few doubts about this section of the contract." Mr. Tills states, pointing down to the paperwork in front of him.

Both Harry and YN lean closer, one on each side of the potential new client, as they read over the words that seem to be making him hesitant.

"Well-" They both utter at the same time, causing YN's gaze to shoot up at him and be met with a cheeky smirk. Her brow furrows in confusion at his gesture and he feels a small pain in his chest.

"Go ahead, Ms. YLN." Harry encourages, hoping to redeem himself for the scolding he had given her during the last meeting. Even before he had that tantalizing dream last night, he had laid in bed and gone over the day's events, remembering the expression of embarrassment she displayed. He originally attributed it to her pride, but ever since then he thinks he may have been wrong.

Her eyes widen at his approval and she gives a quick bite of her bottom lip, which thankfully the businessman seated next to her cannot see. But as Harry matches her gesture, she straightens up and clears her throat, focusing back on the client and the questions he needs answered.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Tills, this just means…"

Harry sits back in his chair, becoming enamored by the way she so easily explains things to this man. She is using simple words to help with understanding, without being condescending. She gives straightforward answers, but with all the necessary details. She really is good at her job, and Harry regrets not knowing that sooner.

If they can learn to work together better, they can work together more, and they can be an unstoppable team. Together.

And, of course, he cannot overlook the fact that he would much rather look at her than Doug. Her hair is down like it was last night, flawless no matter where it lays, and her lips are glossed just enough to make them shine. They look so soft, and move so seductively. He wants to be closer to them, to her. Especially in that burgundy blazer, matching pants, and a black silk camisole. It fits her body so well. He wonders, so inconveniently at this moment, if she is wearing a thong underneath, like he had envisioned during his dream in the very early hours of the morning.

"I see. Yes. Thank you for clearing that up."

Harry is snapped out of his YN-centered thoughts at his client's statement.

"Well, I think we've gone over everything then." Mr. Tills states, swiping his pen along the last few pages of the contract. "The two of you are quite a team! I look forward to working with you more."

"Thank you so much Mr. Tills." Harry replies, smiling at YN, and gathering the paperwork before shaking the man's hand. "We both look forward to it as well."

~~~~~

"We should… grab a drink." Harry suggests, a small and subtle smirk appearing at the corner of his lips, as they settle back into their hotel room.

"What?"

"To celebrate."

"Oh, right." YN clears the lump in her throat. "The 'Styles way'… so… sure."

"Your enthusiasm is overwhelming." He chuckles, shaking his head with sarcasm, but feeling a slight amount of disappointment build up in his chest. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh! No, I'll go. A drink sounds nice." She replies, still a little stunned by his suggestion. She's usually very good at problem-solving, it's what makes her so good at her job, but she cannot figure out the reason behind this sudden kindness he seems to be extending to her.

"Great!" He grins. "I kinda wanna get outta these rags though. S'alright if I take a shower and change first?"

"Oh. Yeah."

Her mind is racing as he grabs his toiletries and heads to the bathroom. He's being so nice, and it's probably just the excitement of closing the deal, but it is still throwing her off, as has been basically all day.

She rummages through her suitcase to find an appropriate outfit, wondering what the hell she should wear to get a drink with the coworker who hates her, but is suddenly being cordial. She doesn't realize how long she's been staring at her clothes until she hears the shower turn off, and a growl comes from Harry.

"Shit! Umm… YN…?"

"Yeah…" She awkwardly replies.

"I forgot my change of clothes." He clears his throat. "I need to come out to grab them."

"Okay." She responds, shrugging her shoulders as if he can see the gesture.

"So that means I need to come out in my towel."

Her heart stops for a moment. She's never even seen Harry in casual clothing, and now he will be walking around with a rectangle piece of cotton wrapped around his body.

"Oh. Okay."

She hears the door open and keeps her eyes fixed on her pile of clothes, pretending to search for something to wear even though she has it already picked out.

"Are you gonna shower too?" He asks, causing her to whip her head around to him, and a blush immediately fills her cheeks.

She was hoping his body would be ugly in some way, even though she knew that was not going to be the case. He's attractive, she's always thought that, and everyone else in the office would agree. But the sight before her is something even more gorgeous than she could've imagined.

His chest, stomach, and arms are riddled with tattoos. She would have never known that, had it not been for this moment. He has always worn a suit. A very nice, perfectly fitted suit. But, admittedly, she finds that the tattoos make him even more attractive. There's a cross necklace sitting perfectly on his chest between two inked sparrows, and his muscles are sculpted like a monument. Even his wet curly locks manage to lay in such a beautifully effortless manner.

And then there's the towel. The towel that wraps around his waist just below two fern leaf tattoos, and her mind can't help but wonder what been covered underneath.

"YN? Are you gonna take a shower?" His question, and the sound of his suitcase, snap her out of those enticing thoughts.

"Yeah. Yes." She gulps, hoping he didn't catch her staring, as she quickly grabs her stuff. "I'll, yeah, go do that now."

"M'gonna just change out here then."

He chuckles as he notices the blush on her cheeks and her sudden frazzled demeanor. He saw her gaze fixate on his body, but if she were the one in the towel, he'd do the same thing. Unfortunately for him, he won't get to see that, because she remembered to take her change of clothes into the bathroom.

YN's thoughts ignite a heat inside as she turns on the shower, unable to shake the vision of what Harry would look like naked. Though, there wasn't much left to imagine.

She's heard rumors around the office, brushing them off since that's never been information she's needed, cared about, or considered as anything but gossip. But now, as she's alone in the bathroom, it's all she can think about.

None of it is appropriate. Not only is he a coworker, not that it would truly matter, but he hates her. That wouldn't suddenly change. Sure, he's being pleasant now, but once the high from the successful deal wears off and they go back to the office, things will go back to the way they were.

She quickly washes off, realizing she hasn't actually done any of her shower routine yet, and needs to hurry as to not keep Harry waiting much longer.

After she steps out and dries off, she throws on a pair of nice jeans and an off-the-shoulder top, finishing with a light layer of makeup.

She walks out of the bathroom to see Harry looking in the wall mirror, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, leaving the top three buttons undone. He's always looked good in his suits, but the tease of his sparrow tattoos and his more casual outfit is something else altogether.

He spins around and she notices he gives her outfit a quick glance up and down, probably examining whether she is dressed appropriately, which she does second guess after seeing how good he looks.

"You look nice." He states, not even attempting to hide the act of his top teeth biting down on his bottom lip. "Really good."

"Oh. Thank you." She clears her throat, almost stunned by his compliment, surprised by both the blush that instantly forms on her cheeks, and the look in his eyes that she would almost describe as desire. "You do too."

"Ready?" He asks, putting on a watch and a few rings to match.

"I just…" She points down by the foot of her bed. "Just have to put on my heels."

She proceeds to strap her feet in, trying to compose herself before grabbing her clutch, and leading the way out through the hotel room door.

The two walk down the hallway in silence towards the elevator, and again in silence waiting for it to reach their floor.

As the doors open and she begins to enter, his warm hand lays gently on the small of her back, causing her to tense up for a quick moment.

He pushes the button and leans against the back wall, arms casually across his body and his cologne swirls around her.

She leans her shoulder against the side wall, staring at the elevator doors, and shaking all of these random, inappropriate thoughts out of her head. This is Harry after all. Harry, who she works with. Harry, who basically scolded her yesterday for trying to help. Harry, who hates her, and who seems to have no reason to feel any other way.

It doesn't matter what he looks, what he smells like, what sudden and random and small amount of amiability he is throwing her way today. It doesn't matter how heat pooled between her legs at the sight of him half naked. He is still Harry, and Harry still hates her.

So why does she all of a sudden feel him standing behind her, his breath softly hitting the back of her neck? And why is it causing her heart to race and her knees to feel weak?

~~~~~

"How about two tequila shots?" Harry asks, his lips pulling in and eyes going wide as they both sit on stools at the bar.

"Tequila?" She groans.

"This is my celebration, right?" He teases, nudging her arm with his elbow as he sends her a wink, then grabbing the attention of the bartender to order their drinks.

Even though she's wondering why he's acting this way, she does like seeing him so relaxed, so happy, and dare she say, even a bit flirty. If they actually got along, she'd be extremely flattered and giddy.

"You're right. We are doing it the 'Styles way', so… tequila shots it is." She shrugs, watching as a grin spreads widely across his face, and causing his dimples to cave in deeply. She sees how he can win anyone over, and if she didn't know any better, she'd think that's what he is trying to do to her.

"Cheers!" Harry exclaims, grabbing a shot glass as soon as it's placed in front of them. They clink together and he smiles against the rim as her face contorts into one of disgust when she takes the liquid down.

"Oh god. The 'Styles way' is… painful." She whines, wiping a drop of tequila from her lips. She looks up to be met with Harry's entrancing dimples again, and her breath stops for a moment. How strong is this tequila? Because she is already feeling hot and bothered.

"Should we have another?" He asks, and she figures it might be worth it if it can help her to relax. She nods and he signals the bartender again, catching glimpses of her from the side of his eye whenever he gets the chance. She looks so good, yet somewhat uncomfortable, and he wants to remedy that.

The glasses are placed in front of them again, and they raise them up as Harry sarcastically clears his throat to make a toast.

"To… us! And… our… successful trip! Yeah?"

He smiles and shrugs, playfully, as he brings the glass to his lips. He's smiling, but there's something that's bothering her, something that she needs to get off her chest.

"You know…" She takes her next shot and furrows her brow. "Just because I wasn't originally assigned to work on this with you, doesn't mean I would've ruined it for you."

"Oh, umm, yeah…" Harry stutters, taken aback by the sudden change of demeanor and tone in her voice. He had sensed she was uncomfortable but didn't expect this.

"I get that you are the top guy or whatever, but I work hard too."

"Okay." He replies, unable to get any other words out due to the sudden confrontation.

"I try to give ideas that'll help everyone, I try to take all the assignments that no one wants to do…" She pinches the bridge of her nose before swiftly dropping it and looking back at him. "I worked on three accounts with Susan. Nobody likes Susan!"

"I like Sus-"

"Fuck off, no you don't."

Harry can't help but laugh. He knows she was just correcting him, but he loves her banter. If it weren't the completely wrong moment, he'd tell her she looks cute when she's mad.

"No, you're right, she's terrible."

Another frown appears on her brow and he can see her jaw clench tightly.

"Yeah, well… you're difficult to impress anyway."

"What?"

"Nevermind." She utters, turning back towards the bartender to signal for another round. She crosses her arms around herself, and Harry can see how quickly her chest is moving as she tries to catch her breath.

"Tell me." He responds, unintentionally reaching out to her chin and turning her head to look at him. Her breath hitches and expression softens for a moment. He inhales deeply, as the first real touch of her skin, and the gentle yet passionate look in her eyes, sends a spark through his veins. His hand drops and he clears his throat, continuing to keep his eye contact as he scoots a little closer. "Please."

Her eyes shoot down to his hand and back up to his face, a little stunned that he touched her, and with such tenderness. Her mind is scrambling to figure out why he did it, because she liked it.

"It's… it's just that… well, you're an asshole." She states bluntly.

"Oh, okay." He chuckles.

"Well, you don't like me for some reason, and you don't want to work with me…"

"Right. Well, I didn't know I was missing out on all this." He replies sarcastically as he points between the two of them.

"See? There it is again." She rolls her eyes, even though she holds back a smirk, actually being entertained by his witty comeback. "I'm gonna need another round."

"Allow me." Harry smirks as he gets his wallet out, wanting more than anything to keep this night going, to spend more time with her like this. The longer they interact, the more he is enchanted by her, and maybe he can prove her wrong.

"Wow, Styles, a gentlemanly gesture?" She quips, causing a grin to spread across his face.

"It was bound to happen sometime."

~~~~~

The night is actually going well. After a couple more shots and a lot of laughs, the two of them are finally getting along. Of course, the alcohol is helping.

Harry regrets never seeing YN like this. She's smart, fun, and sexy. The way her hair flows around her is angelic, and the lavender and vanilla scent that washes over him when she moves is delicious. He sneaks glimpses of her body whenever she turns away, her outfit hugging every curve perfectly.

As she plants her last shot glass down on the bar counter, she looks over to Harry to continue their current conversation.

"Okay, well if we're gonna talk about 'office hookups' then get this…" She pauses, quickly noticing his tongue slide over his lips while he shoots his gaze down to hers for a moment, and she feels yet another blush rising up. "Umm, so… yeah, did you know… that Doug has been hooking up with Betty?"

"Betty? From accounting?" He asks.

"Mhmm." She nods, giggling as she sees his jaw drop down and his gorgeous green eyes grow wide. She's beginning to wonder how long it would take to make her way out if she got lost in them.

"He's twenty-six. Isn't she like… forty?"

"The heart wants what the heart wants I guess." She shrugs, and finds herself unintentionally winking, holding her breath when he winks back.

Harry wants YN, that much he knows for sure.

"Makes me wonder if he isn't actually sick with the flu…" He crosses his arms, pulling one index and thumb to pinch his lip, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Maybe he just has… Betty fever…"

She lets out a loud laugh, bending over slightly and grabbing onto his forearm as she does. The touch gets his heart pumping faster.

"You wouldn't have to be here with me if he could just keep it in his pants."

"But we're getting along..." He states, displaying a wide grin.

"Oh, we're getting along now?" She giggles, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah. M'glad you're here actually, instead of Doug. I like being around you. A lot."

"Wait, what?" She scoffs, watching as his face provides no hint of sarcasm. "I think you've had enough to drink, Styles."

"M'serious, YN." He furrows his brow.

"Oh, come on..."

"I am!" He exclaims, running his hand through his perfectly tousled curls, somehow managing for them to still lay in exactly the right way. He scoots closer, causing YN's breath to hitch as she takes in his scent.

"Harry… come on… I appreciate the gesture, but I know you don't, and it's fine. We can enjoy the victory, drink, and then go bac-"

"YN, m'tryna say, m'sorry for being an asshole. I was wrong about you. You're fun, and smart. Honestly, I probably wouldn't have gotten the account without you." He replies, watching intently to gauge her reaction, feeling a thumping in his chest as he can sense her warmth.

"Harry..." She replies, crossing her arms around her waist, partly expecting some sort of sarcastic comment, but also slightly enjoying an actual compliment from him being directed at her.

"You impressed them, YN. And…" He admits, his heartbeat racing more now as her attention stays on him. "You impressed me."

He takes a step towards her once again, close enough for her to feel his warmth, but her body freezes. His breath is quickening and so is hers, as he stares down to her lips for yet another time tonight, wanting nothing more than to feel them against his.

"Everything about you does."

Her thoughts are racing. Is he just complimenting her work skills, or is it something more? She wants it to be something more. She can feel him, so close, and her body heat starts rising. But it can't be what she thinks it is, or what she hopes it is. She has to get a grasp on things, on herself, and clear her thoughts.

"I, uh… I think I'm gonna… head back."

"Oh. You don't want another shot?"

"Umm, no. Thank you. I'll just… see you back in the room." She replies, swiftly getting off the barstool, completely flustered and thrown off. She grabs her bag, leaving some cash, and begins to walk away.

"Wait. Shit. YN." Harry responds hurriedly, his footsteps quickly following behind.

"Hey, YN, hold on."

Right before reaching the elevator, her heel gives out and she stumbles. Suddenly, Harry's strong hands grab onto her waist to steady her. If her thoughts were bouncing around and the drinks weren't taking control of her body, she would hear how unsteady his breathing has become, and how hard he nervously just swallowed down the lump in his throat.

She lets out a huff, confused and flustered, and even a little angry at all these conflicting feelings for him. And all these conflicting actions from him.

He spins her around to face him, his palms still holding her waist and his deep green eyes staring into hers. Her breath hitches as she notices his gaze drop to her lips again, and then his tongue licks his own, which has been happening a lot tonight.

"What are you trying to accomplish, Styles?"

"What do you mean?"

Her gaze drops down to where his warm hands are gripping her, gently and safely, but also seemingly determined and purposeful.

"I'm… trying to keep you from snapping your ankle and falling to the floor." He responds, flickering his gaze all over her face to decipher any clue she might be giving about how she feels. All he's wanted to do all night is be this close to her, closer in fact, and if catching her is how he'll get it, then he'll take it.

"No… I mean… well, yes thank you…" She stutters out, finding it much harder to articulate her point than she thought it would be. "But… you're being so… nice! And… I don't know, but like, what the fuck? Why?"

"A guy can't be nice, and enjoy a night out, YN?"

She brings her hands up, not immediately realizing that they are pressing against Harry's chest until her focus clears up to find a smug look on his face, as his eyes stay stare down.

"Not you!" She quickly responds, balling up her fists against him, composing herself as much as possible to be as clear and deliberate with her next statement. "Not you with me! You're never nice to me! You hate me! You always have! And now all of a sudden you're just being nice, and complimenting me, and getting so… close? I don't get it! And it's just so confusing because it's like… why are you staring at my lips like you wanna k-"

Her sentence is cut short as Harry's palms swiftly cup both of her cheeks and his lips press firmly against hers. For those few seconds, she loses all clarity and indulges in the sweet but sensual pressure of his lips. Now she knows what they feel like, and even in her intoxicated state, she probably won't forget the feeling.

He pulls away and they both exhale heavily.

"What the-" She begins to whisper, interrupted by the elevator doors opening.

They both head in, tucking themselves in the back corner, away from the older couple on the other side. Harry continues to face her, still staring into her eyes, and causing an increase in her heart rate. She's worried he can read her thoughts with the way his piercing gaze burns into her.

She opens her mouth to speak, but he shakes his head, placing one hand back on her waist and giving it a gentle squeeze. The touch alone sends shivers down her spine. The questions she had are seeming to dissipate.

The doors open to their floor, and he guides her out of the elevator by placing a hand on her back. In a daze, she silently leads the way to their room.

They walk inside and she turns around to face him as he closes the door, finally regaining a bit of her clarity.

"What the hell was that?"

He quickly closes the distance between them, but despite her shocked expression, and much to Harry's surprise, she doesn't move.

He steps closer, leaving them an inch or two apart, exchanging quick breaths that mix between them.

Her heart begins to race as her gaze drops to his lips, seeing his tongue peek out to lick his own.

"I don't hate you, YN." He smirks. "I want you. So fucking bad."

"Wh-... What?" She utters, unsure if her words were loud enough for him to hear. Her head is spinning, but in a way that she can distinguish is not from those drinks.

He gently places his palms on her hips again and leans his mouth close to her ear, letting out a heavy breath.

"I want you." He whispers, pulling back with a smirk, flickering his gaze between her eyes, lips, and neck. "God, if only you knew what I really want to do with you right now."

A spark shoots through her body at his statement, seeing his eyes full of lust, and the warmth from his palms radiating to her core. She breathes out heavily, acknowledging that electricity has been charging between them this entire day, and now she can't deny that she wants him too. She wants him just as badly.

"So do it."

With a loud grunt, he suddenly spins them around, walking her backwards a few steps until her back is flush with the wall. His body presses into hers as he wraps one arm behind her back and the other holds the back of her neck.

He smiles as he exhales, placing his lips along her jaw, and moving them down her neck.

She grabs his biceps and lets out a breathy moan, causing the pressure of his kisses to increase.

One hand moves around from her hip, sliding along the top hem of her jeans, and stopping at her front button. It takes him no time to undo it and pull down the zipper, causing excitement to race through her at the thought of how good he must be with his hands.

His large, warm palm smooths its way into her jeans and runs along the outside of her panties, extracting a breathy moan from her lips as she pulls away from his.

He is savoring every second of this already. He doesn't even care now if this is another wet dream, she's delicious and he doesn't intend on stopping, or second-guessing.

Especially as she reaches down and begins to rub her hand over the bulge in his pants that's been yearning for her. The touch alone sends him spinning and his fingers dip into her panties, running up and down her center, as he finds out what he's doing to her.

"You're so wet, YN." He chuckles in a low, deep tone. "So wet for me, yeah?"

"Yes." She whispers in reply, squirming and aching for him to give her more. "For you… yes."

"All for me. I like that. And… m'hard for you." He admits, running his lips down her neck and across her shoulder, purposefully sucking to leave distinctive marks of what's currently taking place. Proof that this pleasurable moment was real for the both of them.

The statement sends a wave of excitement through her and she grabs onto his bulge through his pants.

"Bloody hell." He growls, nuzzling his head into her shoulder and placing his lips firmly in that one spot. He dips his fingers into her pussy, the slick noise giving him a strong boost to his ego.

"Oh my god." She moans, as he curls his fingers and instantly finds that tender spot that sends her in a daze. She moans out again and he repeats those motions, perfectly each time.

"Harry…"

"Fuck." He utters. "Say it again. Sounds so sexy when you moan my name."

"Harry… please…"

"What is it you're wanting?"

"You." She whispers, not entirely sure what she's asking for, just knowing she wants more of whatever he wants to give her. "I want you."

"Wanna feel me deep inside of you?"

She simply nods, unable to even utter her desires to him, with her mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut.

"You'll have it, baby. I'll give it to you." He moans in her ear. "I'll give you all of it."

He pulls out his fingers and brings them up to his mouth, locking eyes with her as he licks off everything that they are covered in.

He grabs her hand and begins to pull her off the wall, but she pulls him right back into her.

"I want you to fuck me right here." She proclaims, biting her lower lip as she watches his pupils expand. "Fuck me raw.

"For fucks sake!" He breathes out, doing his best not to fall to his knees at her words. "You want it that bad?"

"I don't want to give you the satisfaction of answering that." She quips.

"Oh we'll both be satisfied when we're done, darling. I'll make sure of that."

If she weren't being held up by the wall behind her, and the strikingly gorgeous man pressed up in front of her, she'd be melting. His words alone seem to be sending her body into a frenzy, and the lustful look in his eyes just adds to the excitement coursing through her.

"Prove it." She teases, causing his lips to smash against hers again with a new veracity.

He draws back, moving his lips across her shoulder before kneeling and sliding her jeans and panties off. She was, in fact, wearing a thong, and his dick twitch. He kisses up her legs as he gracefully removes her heels, impressing her even that much more. She removes her shirt as he removes his, then helps him unbutton his pants as he hastily wriggles out of them, his hard dick springing out at the sudden freedom.

She can't help but stare. She's heard the rumors, and she felt him through his pants. But seeing his gorgeous naked body and his thick, throbbing dick on display in front of her sends every ounce of blood rushing to her core. She wants him badly. So badly. And by the determined look in his eyes, she knows she won't have to wait much longer to have him.

He stands in front of her, both with shallow breaths and rapid heart rates. She places her hands on his toned, tattooed chest and bites her lip at how firm it feels. It is strong, and inviting, and even sexier than what she had imagined while taking her shower.

But her mind is taken off his chest and travels down along with her hands, down his abs and hips, until she is kneeling in front of him.

"I thought…" He breathes out. "I thought you wanted me inside of you…"

She grabs his base and looks innocently up to him through her lashes. "I just want a taste first."

He throws his head back as her lips touch his most sensitive skin. He thought about this, he dreamed about this, but he never imagined it would actually feel like this.

"Oh… fuck, that feels good!" He moans, grabbing her hair tightly as the nails of her free hand dig slightly into his thigh.

She glides her tongue up his length, licking his tip before taking him all in again. She begins to pull back, and then takes him even deeper, causing a shaky breath to leave his lips as he hits the back of her throat.

"You're… fuck… you're so good at that." He throws his head back and exhales. "And taking me so… so well."

She pops off him for a moment and smirks as she sees the pleasure plastered all over his face.

"That good huh?"

"So good." He answers, tilting his head down to see the beautiful sight of her knelt down in front of him, her lips plump and her cheeks red. "But… m'not gonna last if you keep doing that."

He releases her hair and she kisses her way up his body, sucking harder on his shoulder and the base of his neck, but she stops as she feels Harry's hands squeezing on her ass and his teeth nibbling at her earlobe.

"Will you turn around, baby?"

She nods and does what he asks, resting her forearms on the wall, bending at her waist, and pushing out towards Harry.

His breath stops for a moment at the sight of her. Her body is so enticing and he can't wait to get more of it. He runs both hands up her back, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. It's so smooth and he knew it would be. He holds her hip in one hand, and grabs the base of his cock with the other, giving himself a few pumps before he runs his tip against her entrance. He's coated in her immediately and he hums as she lets out a subtle, but sensual exhale.

He guides himself slowly and a shudder takes over her body at the feel of his thick cock sliding against her walls. He isn't even fully inside of her yet and she is already feeling her knees get weak.

"Oh my god." She utters, each syllable drawn out as sensation takes over her. Every inch of him is touching every inch of her, and he is stretching her in the best way possible. "It… it feels so good."

"Tell me what feels good."

"You." She whispers, dropping her head between her arms as he hits the deepest part of her. "You feel so… mmm… so good in me."

"I like being in you." He replies, beginning to pump in faster as he grabs both hips to keep her ass against him.

"Oh god, Harry!" She can't help the loud moan that leaves her lips as his hand runs up her body, resting it on the back of her neck.

Hearing his name come from her mouth gets him wild, just like it did in his dream. But this is so much better, and he wants to hear it over and over and over, so he thrusts harder and harder.

"I think you were made to take my dick, YN."

As she moans again, he knows he loves to hear it, but now he also wants to watch it. He slows his pace and smirks as he hears her whimper.

"Hold on, baby, I wanna see you." He runs his hands up and down her sides one more time before pulling out and guiding her by the hips to turn around.

She looks as if she is in a blissful daze and it sends goosebumps all over his skin. She's liking it, and he's the one doing it for her. In his dream, it went so fast, but now he's gonna savor as much of this as he can.

She feels his palms grab the backs of her thighs and his strong arms, ones that could be sculpted in marble, pulling and holding her up so her back is flush against the wall again. She instantly wraps her legs around his waist, and reaches down to guide his dick back into her. They both exhale heavily as he resumes his thrusts and her hands instantly grip onto the slight curls on the back of his head. As she tugs, he grunts, so she does it again and smirks at the noise he makes.

"Harry…"

There it is again, his name coming from her lips, and his head shoots up from watching where they are connected to meet her gaze.

"I'm close." She whispers, biting her lip as his dimples pull in from the devious smirk that forms.

He leans closer, his lips no more than an inch from her ear. "Soak me."

"Oh my god." She pants out, feeling her stomach begin to tighten. "Harry, I'm… I'm…"

He begins kissing and nipping at her neck. His fingers dig into her ass cheeks and her mouth drops open, squeezing her eyes shut and throwing her head back against the wall.

"Look at me." Harry states.

She brings her head back and meets the intense gaze from his gorgeous emerald eyes, locked right on her.

"Harry." She whines, resisting the urge to squeeze her eyes shut again. He thrusts in harder, and deeper, and her walls clench around him as a blissful sensation runs through her veins. "Oh god, yes!"

He smashes his lips against hers and that does it. It all flows out of her and shivers her entire body as her orgasm takes over. He pulls his face back and stares with a smirk as she works through the pure ecstasy she's just been given.

As she does what she can to regain control of her breath, he grabs her tighter and walks over to the closest bed, sitting down with her straddling his lap.

One arm wraps completely around her waist as the other travels up into her hair. His eyes flicker all over her face and once they land on her lips, he meets them with his. The hand on the back of her head pushes closer, deepening the kiss as his tongue swiftly parts between, causing a whimper to fall out from her.

She tangles her fingers into his locks, beginning to grind on his lap as his hands explore every inch of her body. She leans down and begins placing kisses all down his neck, finding the exact spots that get him to squirm. As he scoots back slightly and positions one arm on the bed to hold himself up, she begins to bounce on his lap.

"This is a sight! I like it." He chuckles, his hand gripping onto her hip. Never did he think he'd see her like this, even his dream didn't do her justice. "It's gorgeous. Fuck, you're gorgeous."

She moves her lips to his, kissing as if they are starving, finally consuming the other. Each has their hands pulling on the other's hair, and she lets out a whimper when Harry's lips move to her breasts.

"Oh my god, Harry!" She tugs harder. "That… yeah, right there… feels so good."

"Yeah? Who's making you feel this good, baby?" He utters against her skin.

"You! Oh my god." She moans. "You are."

"Gonna make you cum again too, aren't I?"

"Yes." She whispers out, biting her lower lip. "You… you are. I'm so close already."

He grabs both of her hips, matching her rhythm as he gets deeper inside of her.

"I am too." He admits, squeezing her hips harder as he feels himself hit the back of her walls. "Making me… fuck… making me feel so good too."

"Good." She moans, meeting his gaze and resting her forehead against his as they continue their movements. "I want you to… to fill me up."

"I will. Fuck, I'm close." He grunts, spicking up his pace enough to that it makes her stop moving, his dick smacking into her with the most sensual sound. "I'll be… dripping out of you… all night."

"Then give it to me." She utters, sending Harry over the edge as his dick slams all the way in and he releases everything he has into her, coating her walls.

"Fuck, YN." He whispers, doing what he can to keep his pace and get her to reach her own peak.

"Harry…"

"Say it again." He asks, grabbing her chin to stare into her eyes, watching as they fill with pleasure. "YN, say my name again."

"H-... Harry! Oh my god!" She exclaims, squeezing tightly around him as she reaches her second orgasm, her head dropping to his shoulder as his strong arms wrap around her waist.

He scoots back, further onto the bed, keeping himself inside her to capture as much of this feeling as he can. He rolls her onto her back, and hovers over as he watches her regain control of herself.

She reaches up, running a hand through his sweaty hair and smoothing it over his cheek. His eyes close, resting into her touch, and her heart flutters.

As he finally pulls out and rolls off, she curls into him, wanting to still feel his touch, to still feel him close.

He runs his fingers up and down her arm, able to feel her heartbeat against his skin.

"YN, that was…"

"Outstanding?" She replies, causing his chest to vibrate with a chuckle as he's reminded of the words he chose for her to speak last night. Apparently he chose the right words.

"Way better than I dreamed it would be." He cheerfully exhales, basking in the knowledge that it actually happened this time.

"You dreamed about me?" She asks quietly, lifting her head to watch his expression change to embarassment. She suddenly feels a heat rush to her cheeks and a giddiness in her stomach.

"Umm…"

"Were you dreaming about me last night?"

"Yes…" A red hue rushes to his own cheeks and he smacks his palm against his face.

"Wait." She props herself up on her elbow with a smug grin spread across her face. "Is that why you were so nice to me today?"

"For fucks sake." He mumbles, one arm still around her waist and the other hand still flat against his face. "Yes. It… felt so real, but it wasn't, and… I wanted it to be…"

"Aww. That's kind of adorable, Styles." She giggles, jokingly tickling his side. Yet he doesn't mind, he'll accept the adorableness, because he got what he was hoping for and more.

"Oh fuck you." He smiles.

"No, you already did that tonight." She replies, leaning down and gently nibbling his earlob between her teeth. "So save that one for tomorrow."

"Ooh, there's gonna be a tomorrow?" He wiggles his eyebrows as she brings her head back up and looks at him.

His hearts stop for a second as he sees the most devious smirk creep onto her face.

"Well, that is, if this isn't all a dream…"

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[yourmomsgranddad]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

— CHAPTER SIX: After last night, I think I'm in love with you

— SUMMARY: The aftermath of you and Kate's eventful night.

— WARNINGS: mentions of sex and sexual themes, cursing, a little angst (i think)

Kate wanted nothing more than to talk to you after what happened. But you demanded that you go to sleep afterward. You were tuckered out and it was late. So she abided, you went to sleep quickly but she just couldn't close her eyes.

Her mind was going a mile a minute, like it usually was.

What did it mean for your friendship? Were you ever going to do it again? Were things going to change between you now? Were you going to do it again? Was this the end of you being her life?

WERE YOU GOING TO DO IT AGAIN?!

Her heartbeat was the sound of EDM right now. It couldn't still with you right next to her.

She had to climb onto the floor, at least there she couldn't feel your breath right next to her ear, she couldn't hear your heart thumping alongside hers.

And she finally got to sleep.

Kate woke up the next day, feeling extremely groggy. She needs to stop eating so much sugar before bed. She couldn't do anything else until she went to the bathroom.

She slumped out of the bathroom, still very confused. First, she needed to find her pants, luckily, they were on the floor, where she was laying.

She climbed back onto the bed, hoping to find her shirt but for some reason, you weren’t there. Where did you go? Was it so bad that you made her leave?

She tried so bad not to jump to conclusions. Maybe you wanted to wake up in your own bed. Maybe she hated being here. No, you probably just wanted to-

Her brain train stopped. She heard her front door open. Was she getting robbed? Who would break in this early in the morning? She grabbed the bow she kept underneath her bed and treaded lightly. She listened as some feet shuffled around her kitchen.

She jumped off the stairs, she pulled back her arrow and let fly. She didn't see who it was before they ducked.

"I have nothing to steal!"

"Kate, it's me! Put the weapons down!"

She lowered her bow as you stood back up, looking scared. There was now an arrow in her wall, probably not the first time.

Suddenly, the energy was awkward. Why? You had seen each other naked, everything after that should have been a breeze. Then why was Kate searching every part of her brain for something to say in this moment?

She knew what she wanted to talk about. But her brain stopped as soon as she saw you.

"Where did you go?" She wondered, stepping closer to you. She didn't know how close she was allowed to be so she stayed on the other side of her small kitchen. "I went to get breakfast, I was hungry."

Her heart calmed down, she was worrying about nothing.

"Oh."

"Don't worry. I'm not a hit-and-quit it type of person. I figured you would want to talk about it and I wanted to have food in my stomach when you did so go ahead."

You ushered her on as you began to open to your food. She went to open her mouth, nothing. She tried again and she felt the words bubble up. "Hey, I got you something too. Do you still like breakfast burritos?"

She didn't want to open her mouth, what if she forgot what she was trying to say? She just gave a nod. You reached into the bag and handed it to her. Back to what she was trying to say.

"So, um, we—uh. How do I say this?"

"Kate, we're both adults. Stop with the 8th grade talk."

She nodded, you were right. She needed to get over it. She mentally slapped herself, she could say it.

"Well, we had sex. Should we talk about what it means?" She looked to you, awaiting for your expression to change but it stayed the same. determined to swallow all your food whole.

"Honestly, I think it could have just been a fluke. I mean I was in an emotional state and was reeling from my break-up." You nodded, almost like you were trying to convince yourself of this statement.

But Kate didn't like that relevation.

Was it just a fluke? Was it something you did on a whim and didn't care about at all? Did you not care about Kate's feelings at all?

"So that's how you feel?"

You looked up at Kate, did you forget what you just said? You just said it. "I mean yeah, it was just an accident. Nothing real."

If the room was any quieter, Kate would have thought you heard her heart shatter into a million pieces. She thought her heart broke when you left but this was ten times worse.

"Nothing real? Got it." She nodded, tears already forming in her eyes. And it did not go unnoticed.

"No, Kate, I-"

"I think it's better if you left. Take your breakfast with you." Her voice cracked as she wiped a stray tear from her eye. She tried her hardest to turn away from you, she didn't want you seeing her like this.

"But Kate-"

"No, leave. We both know you're very good at that."

You felt like you got hit by the strongest weight ever known to man, getting the air knocked out of you. Your mouth dropped open.

You had told Kate about one of the most harrowing moments of your life and she threw it right back in your face. You didn't have time to wipe away all the tears that started spewing down your eyes.

She could tell she did bad as you looked like a wounded animal, surprised and amazingly hurt. She wanted to take it back. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

"You really suck for that."

You gathered your food up into the bag and left, like she told you to.

She really wished she didn't, at least not like that.

All day long, neither one of you could get that interaction out of your head. You both wanted so bad to take back what you said. But stubbornness won and you didn't speak all day.

"Kate! Are you okay? You've been zoned out for the last 23 minutes. Is talking about missions that boring for you?"

She jumped out of her brain long enough to remember she was supposed to going over this week's mission with Natasha. But she was too busy thinking about you.

"No, I'm sorry. Go ahead."

She went to go back to reading but she could tell things were still off so she asked.

"Kate, what's wrong?"

She looked up, pretending confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You look like you've been down in the dumps since you got here and I heard you sniffle, like you were crying? What gives?"

And that's all it took for Kate to just let it all out. She told Natasha everything. The summer you left, the reunion, the dinner party, your boyfriend, and especially, last night.

"Damn. I did not think you were about to give me a literal romance novel but I'm glad you did. I love drama. So what'd you do this morning? I know the morning after is usual the worst part."

"I asked if she wanted to talk about it. She said it didn't mean anything and it doesn't change anything about our friendship."

For a second, Nat was happy for her but then she saw the look on Kate's face, she was not excited about this at all.

"You wanted a relationship, didn't you?"

There was a moment of silence. Kate was thinking. "I mean I don't know. I'm not going to lie to you and say no. I've definitely thought about it. Ever since we kissed when we were younger, I've never thought of her another way."

And therein, she answered her question.

She wanted to be with you.

The thought made her smile but then she realized. She said something unforgivable to you this morning. She made you cry. You definitely wouldn't want to date her now.

And she would definitely obey your wishes. No matter how much she missed speaking to you right now.

Your "not talking" period lasted about a week. Mostly because Kate didn't want to mess with you.

It was bothering you both.

So you did something about it.

Kate was getting dressed for her day when she heard her phone ringing across the room. Without thinking about it, she jumped over all of her clothes to grab it.

"Hello?" She answered in a jaunty voice, trying to sound positive to whoever was calling her.

"Kate?"

She recognized that voice almost immediately, it was you but you sounded more quiet, almost like you were sad.

"Yeah, hey. What's up? What's wrong?" She was already on the mend. "Um, can you just meet me at the park?"

She didn't even question it, she wanted to see you.

"Sure."

She didn't walk, she ran to the park. She didn't even wait for her hair to dry from her shower, she just hoped her speed would dry it before she got to you.

You didn't give her a location, just the park. So she was just running around, hoping to find you through all the leaves and trees.

Luckily, you were sitting underneath a tree. It was almost the perfect picture but you seemed to have wet cheeks. You had been crying. Kate was set off immediately.

She ran over to you and plopped down right beside you.

"You called?"

You looked over, you didn't seem surprised.

Just silently looking down on the ground, listening to wind whip off the leaves on the trees.

"When we were younger, you were the only person I attached myself to. I had other friends who were in and out. But you, Katie? I wanted you around constantly. You were the only person I told my secrets to. You were the only one who was allowed to sleep in my bed. I never felt weird around you. I was comfortable with you. You were my person."

Hearing those words come from your mouth, Kate's heart stopped even more. If that was even possible.

"You're my best friend," now you were looking right at her. "I'd never want to make you uncomfortable. Now I realized I probably crossed a line." Her eyes went wide, you thought she was mad at you?

"I should not have-"

"Pause, do you think I'm mad at you?" She was look over at you like a hurt puppy. You were suddenly confused, your face crumpling up.

"I'm not mad at you for what happened. I'm mad at what you said afterwards. I thought about that night over and over again. I wanted so badly to expand on it afterwards and you shut me down. You said it didn't mean anything. Well, guess what? It meant something to me."

Your once sad eyes widened, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. And to make it even worse, "Y/n, I love you. I have loved you. I've loved you since that first kiss. And it didn't feel great that after we had sex for the first time, you tell me it was a fluke."

Now Kate was on the verge of tears.

There was a moment of silence. Until your hand dropped to her thigh.

"Kate. It wasn't a mistake. And I don't know why I said that. I enjoyed it as much as you did." Your tears were long gone and so were Kate's. She noticed the look in your eyes.

"Do you want to get out of here?" She quirked her brow at you which you just smirked at.

You didn't even say anything back. She just grabbed your hand and you began bolting it out of that park, right to Kate's apartment.

[sbk-zgvlt]

HELP I JUST GOT THIS IDEA…

Book 7 spoilers bc I know people (me) read this shit like the newspaper.

So. Because Sebek had like. A mental health crisis and almost fell back into deep sleep and it was suspiciously familiar. Consider.

Weeks after the events of Book 7, Sebek gets a little invitation to a meeting in, say, the Astronomy Tower or something. I dunno. Nothing about TWST says there isn’t one, it’s a common setting in fics, plus it’s pretty. Anyway he tells Malleus about it bc it’s after hours and (with a Look) Malleus tells him he can (and should) go.

When Sebek gets there, he’s very confused to find a meeting of six out of the seven Housewardens plus Jamil there sitting in a circle and chatting. They inform him that it’s an overblot support group.

Sebek: … but I haven’t overblotted????

Riddle: Really? Malleus has informed us that whilst he was overseeing Lilia’s dream, you experienced something similar.

Sebek: I simply almost fell into deep sleep again and lost lucidity! It is nothing to fret over.

Azul: Oh? Then you didn’t have an emotional episode in which you made a very poor decision that threw away all logic?

Sebek: uh

Leona: And there wasn’t black shit everywhere?

Sebek: well

Vil: And there weren’t monsters attacking your friends that were made of said black goop that had to be fought off to save you?

Sebek: um

Jamil: and you weren’t left completely drained of all energy afterwards?

Sebek just. Quietly takes the open seat next to Malleus.

He effectively had a mental-only overblot, man. It might not have been as physically harmful as a normal overblot but he deserves support.

BRO,,,BRO,,,,

He's STUMPED. He sees absolutely no need for him to be in this...support group? Surely, his liege has suffered far more than him! HE was the one who overblotted, not Sebek! In fact, everyone else in this group has carried burdens that Sebek can't even fathom. He voices this out immediately in the middle of his first meeting.

"It's not about who got the shorter end of the stick." Jamil tries to explain to him. "It's the fact that all of us got one in the first place." Sebek raises a brow. "I HAVE NEVER BEEN HANDED A STICK!" "YOU'RE ACTUALLY HOPELESS."

Malleus sighs and tries to reason with him. "At least try. I'm saying this not as your liege, but as your friend." "WE'RE FRIENDS!?!!??" Leona stares at Sebek tearing up before turning to Malleus. "Yeah, he's fucked in the head."

The meetings are already wild to begin with, especially with overblotees who don't really have a high opinion on each other. Adding Sebek in kind of disrupts the balance of people "hating" each other.

When they asked Sebek how his "overblot" went, Sebek stared off into the distance before saying that it was embarrassing. Everyone's shocked that he described such an experience that way. "...just embarrassing?" Vil asks, clearly not satisfied with the answer. "I was stuck in a dreamscape that replicated the exact visage of the horrors of war. I should've raised my guard, yet..."

Sebek looks a bit embarrassed before admitting, "I got carried away, believing in praise that I could only find in my own dreams. I shouldn't have been so...easy to manipulate." Malleus winces at his words. "If it weren't for Silver, it's most likely that-" He cuts himself off.

Azul prods, too invested in the story, "Most likely what?" Sebek gulps. "It was most likely that I would've never gotten out." Silence. "B-but it was a dream. Like, u could always respawn!" Idia tries to say.

"Silver said that he didn't know what would happen if anyone actually...died in a dream. Especially with his unique magic."

Malleus excuses himself from the meeting. He doesn't return.

The second meeting that Sebek attends, Malleus shifts his chair just a bit closer towards his.

[lookingfts]

Hello friend,

I am new here, love your work and am a big fan. Thank you for all the love you spread in the fandom. We love you for it!

I hope you answer because I could use your perspective right now but also you really don't have to.

I have been a little worried about the rumors talking about how Simone and Jonny don't really like each other anymore because of how they didn't meet at Met, and even that they weren't spotted as much together during the premiere except for that one picture.

They're their own people but they're also my favorite people so those rumors really got me into my head and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Would you please please offer your perspective on this whole thing? What's your take? What do you think is going on?

Also, sorry if this is dumb - this just felt like a safe space to reach out and talk, grateful for you!

Thank you for reaching out! This is a safe space, and it's not the only ask I got about the situation. I have talked about it with some others in the fandom, and here are some of my thoughts.

Most importantly: rumors are rumors. Think about who is starting them and why. We should all be aware that there are people in the fandom who are trying to, for lack of a better term, stir shit up. It's one of the reasons I left Twitter, because the negative speculation was ruining what I actually wanted to be on the platform for. Conspiracy theories in general tend to thrive on Twitter, and other social media platforms, so it's best to take statements with healthy skepticism. Especially when there are people who have a vested interest in slandering the cast and sowing confusion and anger among the fans. I've seen them on Twitter, on AO3, and here on Tumblr.

We have also seen a very small fraction of their night. I think sometimes we tend to see photos as the complete picture of an event, when in reality we probably saw .0003 of their night. Unless someone was at the event, and following them both around all night, then they are 100% speculating and have no basis for their claims.

Lastly, Kate and Anthony are simply separate from Simone and Jonny. I think it's all of our tendencies to see costars as being best friends, both while they're filming and forever afterwards. But that's not always going to be the case. I'm sure they're still friends, I'm sure they were happy to see each other, but maybe there were other people they needed or wanted to see at those events. Expecting them to be attached at the hip is OUR perception, and a hard thing to ask of two people for the rest of their lives.

I hope this helps! Personally I think the rumors are baseless, and for anyone who is being affected by them - which is totally understandable - I would suggest blocking or muting people who are engaging in this kind of gossip. Never forget that social media is physically designed to affect your mental health, and you have to take every safeguard to protect yourself. Love to everyone, enjoy S3 today!

[chayannesegg]

ok i'm gonna layout the events post-sunny's totem pop because i was watching it back and the details of it actually confused me a little. when i saw it live, i assumed tallulah was calling leo a cheater for hitting sunny after the totem popped, but watching back blurred that a little for me and i'm wondering if other people have any thoughts on it?? it's now unclear to me who tallulah was calling a cheater since she seems to be like firmly cheering on leo the whole time and didn't really look at sunny at all. sunny and tallulah's relationship has been in a weird spot for a while ago (and this adds a whole 'nother layer to it even tho i think from her perspective tallulah could just be supporting her sister leo who is often left out and not really thinking about sunny at all) and i could write a whole essay about what i think is going on there. but like who is tallulah calling a cheater? leo for hitting after the fight ended? sunny for breaking leo's totem? why is what leo did okay then? did she see who started it? so many unanswered questions anyway this is long and unnecessary so i'll put it under a read more, i got half way through doing this before deciding it was pointless but i figured i might as well post it anyway so everyone has the play by play and can see what i mean lmao

ok so the totem pops. sunny and leo both hit each other once immediately afterwards (still in the momentum of the fight) then sunny backs away and turn to leave. it's worth noting here that tallulah is on leo's "side" of the arena cheering. she moved basically immediately when leo enters the arena (unlike every other match where she stayed with the group in the centre/centre-left) and stays there the whole match. it could be her wanting a different angle but i'm not sure.

leo follows sunny, swinging her stick, and hits her as sunny is leaving (note: sunny is unarmed here but she switched to the bread to eat like the same second leo hits her so i don't think leo wasn't purposefully hitting her unarmed but she could tell sunny was leaving) (also note: pepito's been on the floor since before the floor ended, poor baby does not like watching the sisters fight, also got told off by guard at the beginning for opening door like pepito wanted to follow pepito's sisters in 🥺🥺)

leo then spams hits sunny back (~4 times) as she switches to a stick. ramon starts rushing forward. sunny starts hitting back (~3 times) and pops leo's totem. she then turns and leaves just as ramon comes between them. he switches to an enchanted axe briefly facing leo but quickly swaps back to stick, seeming to realize the fight's over for real now. leo starts victory dancing as sunny exits the room entirely. ramon exits quickly after (and stands to the side thereafter). cucurucho laughs and says good like the drama-loving asshole he is.

tallulah puts down her sign after sunny exits the room (she's just behind empanada here), but sunny doesn't read it since she's facing away the whole time. it's worth noting as far as i can tell (from audio and a brief frame with the maraca in it) that tallulah only moves towards the centre after the leo's totem breaks. pepito goes in towards leo. empanada comes and throws bread at sunny (it is empanada not tallulah i checked). sunny starts writing a sign

after her sign's down, tallulah then rushes into and jumps excitedly at leo and throws bread at her. she then comes out and breaks her 'CHEATER' sign (which neither sunny nor leo read) before returning back to leo. em asks if sunny's okay and sunny finally finishes her sign she started typing when she first exited. she leaves it up about 5 secs (we never see it RIP)

leo puts down a sign saying 'SLAAAAAAAY SOPORTA' and tallulah follows up also saying 'SOPORTAAA'. I'm not great at Spanish but soporta usually means like 'support' but i think (and i'm also not super familiar with mexican slang) this is also another way of saying like la queso which is drag slang for 'like it or not' (kinda idk how to translate it)?? i'm not sure tho. if someone knows better please tell me.

anyway so that's that. all the other eggs basically just watch the aftermath or aren't paying attention. ramon's intereference and pepito cheering for both but congratulating leo on her win after and empanada supporting sunny after all make sense to me as reactions. but tallulah confuses me a bit. it seems like she is pretty supporting leo during the fight and after. she doesn't act like she thinks leo did something BM afterwards (which i think she'd at least admonish her if she did even if she was still excited leo won). neither sunny nor leo sees the cheater sign and she breaks it fairly quickly. did she regret it? did she think sunny got to read it? did she not want leo to see it? it's such a small thing but that cheater sign baffles me.

there are so many intricacies to the sunny's relationships with tallulah and leo that i think were all made worse by this fight lmao. the little girl drama i live for it @.@ can't wait for qsmp to return so i can have more to do than analyze a 3 min fight for 2 hours