#I'm pretty sure it's the buds that turn pink in real life

[bocchidaily]

bocchi the brocc(oli)?

Day 251: Learned while drawing this that turning pink is a sign of distress in broccoli

[sissylittlefeather]

Hi there! I’m not exactly sure how to give links to songs, nor am I sure if I send this other places, but I do have a song I’d like to give for the event! “Your Love’s Been A Long Time Coming”, by Elvis, of course, and my only other request is that you have a good day/night! 💜

12 Days of Ficmas

Day 5: Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming

A/N: Aw thank you so much!!! I'm sorry this one is late. We're still dying of some kind of plague in my house and it's been rather distracting. But here it is!

(Also, as an aside, I have a whole fic series based on this song. If you're interested, find it here.)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~1.2k

You've had one bad relationship after another with men that hurt you over and over again. It's gotten so bad that you've sworn off dating altogether. It's just not worth the pain.

That's when Elvis collides with your life. No, really. He actually collides with you. He rear-ends your car in the middle of the night on your way home from work because you're too broke to get your tail lights fixed. He's ready to read you the riot act until you roll your window down and turn your tear-stained face up to him. When you realize who he is you stammer and apologize and cry even harder, but he's gentle and kind and he makes sure you and your car get home safely. Still, you're pretty sure you've seen the last of him.

But you haven't, not by a long shot. He turns up on your doorstep two days later with a bouquet of pink roses and the keys to a brand new station wagon. You sit on the porch and talk for a bit until he tries to persuade you to go to dinner with him. You're deep into telling him no when your son comes to the door to announce that whatever your mom is cooking is ready to eat. It's a veritable nightmare and you bury your blushing cheeks in your hands.

“What's for dinner, bud?” Elvis asks over you. Your 5 year old son, Benny, replies happily.

“Meatloaf!”

“I love meatloaf. Is there enough for me?” You sit up and shake your head. There's no way you're letting him come into the house you share with your aging mother and young son.

“We always have extra. Come on.” Benny pushes the screen door open and Elvis stands up before you can stop him. You want to sink into the floor as he stands in your tiny, messy living room, but Elvis continues to be gracious and sweet. He puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in close to him, whispering in your ear.

“It's okay, honey. I like it. It's nice and homey.” He pulls back and smiles down at you. You're not sure how it happens, but somehow you end up with Elvis Presley at your small dinner table, laughing and chatting with your little family. He and your son bond instantly over cars and football. He even manages a talk with your mother about church music and she blushes and calls him a ‘nice young man’. The conversation is easy and you seem to get along in a way that he hasn't experienced in a while. There's something about you, a simplicity and authenticity, that he can't get enough of. When the night comes to an end, you walk him back out to the front porch and he kisses your cheek and tells you he'd like to see you again. How on earth are you supposed to say no?

After a few more weeks of spending an inordinate amount of time together, you find yourself in his bedroom at Graceland. You know he's married, but that doesn't seem to matter to either of you as he kisses you deeply, his hands on your hips. He starts to move down your neck, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin under your ear.

“Elvis?”

“Hm?” He doesn't stop kissing your neck.

“Why do you like me?” Now he pulls back and looks down at you.

“Honey, I've been dating beauty queens and movie stars for so long, I forgot what a regular woman is like. You're a real person and I like who you are. You make me laugh and you're kind and warm and you don't see dollar signs when you look at me. You're smart and beautiful and you're a good mom. I've been waiting for someone like you for a long time.” You look up at him, your eyes glassy with tears.

“I think I've been waiting for you too.” He smiles and dives into another deep kiss and neither of you looks back. You shed clothing left and right as you stumble to the bed, his hands running over your naked skin. He presses his lips anywhere he can get them and lays you on the bed gently. In a matter of seconds, he has you spread open for him, his tongue dipping into your pussy between hard licks over your clit. Your hand goes to his hair as you whimper and moan and get closer and closer to your climax. He's relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure and you've never had a man try this hard to get you off. He feels your walls flutter and tighten on his fingers and hums, the vibration making you see stars. It doesn't take much longer for you to cum, your pussy throbbing around him as the lightning bolts run in your veins.

“God, you're pretty when you cum.” He whispers as he sits back up, situating your ankles on his shoulders. You bite your bottom lip as he teases your sensitive entrance with the head of his cock. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes, oh yes please!” You whimper breathlessly as he starts to slowly push into you, giving you time to adjust to the size of him. It feels so good, being filled like this, and the pleasure threatens to overwhelm you. When he bottoms out, his whole cock inside you, he stops for a second and groans.

“You're so tight, baby. So fuckin’ tight. You're perfect.” You moan as he slowly pulls back and then thrusts forward, filling you again. “Does it feel good?”

“Feels so good! Oh!” He smiles down at you and kisses your ankle as he starts to pick up a steady rhythm of fucking into you.

“You got such pretty little sooties, baby.” He kisses your ankle again as his hand caresses your foot, his dick sliding in and out of you at an even pace.

“God, Elvis, this is amazing.” You moan as he rearranges your legs to be around his hips. He leans over on top of you and whispers in your ear.

“I want you to stay with me. Not just tonight.”

“But aren't you–”

“That's over. Has been for a while now. I want you, baby, for the long haul. Tell me you want me too.” He holds both of your wrists in one of his hands above your head and runs his fingertips down your body with the other.

“Yes, Elvis. Yes, I want you.” He grips your hip with his free hand and starts to pump into you faster and harder.

“Good. I'm gonna cum, baby.”

“Me too, oh god.” He slams into you hard and deep and you hit your climax simultaneously, both of you pulsing and panting and melting into each other. As your bodies relax and you come down from your shared high, he presses his sweaty forehead to yours.

“I love you, baby. I know it's quick, but I've loved you since I first saw you.”

“Oh, Elvis. It's not quick. This has been a long time comin’ for me. I love you too.” He smiles and rests his head on your chest.

“It has for me too, baby. It has for me too.”

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The End

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;;;;;; will have to finish my first piece for yehawgust tomorrow because it got really late and now I'm tired, but hopefully the rest of the days I can write shorter pieces

Y'all can have this wip tho <3

Sunshine found Veronica outside of Rockin’ Betsie’s Boutique, her hands gently pressed up against the bullet proof glass windows, too busy ogling the dresses inside to notice the pickpocket sizing her up. Sunny had figured that roaming around the Mojave would’ve made her a little less naive, but that was Ronnie. Oil, grease, and cute little berrets hidden under her potato sack of a hood. She’d punch a guy out for putting the moves on her, but Ronnie moved through the world like it hadn’t burned her just right yet.

Sunny liked that about her. Brooding Boonie and Hawkeyed Half Pint was great and all, but it was refreshing to have someone around who wanted to give people around her a chance. Who liked pretty dresses and saw the beauty in all the pretty lights of Vegas just waiting for them over the horizon. Hope tasted sweet around her. Like… like apple juice, or… or…

Nah, this was making their brain hurt. Point was that Veronica was like a cool drink of water- an oasis- that never failed to put a smile on Sunny's face. Sure, they hadn't known each other that long yet, but Sunny hadn't know anybody that long yet so... really Ronnie was one of their closest buds at this point. And who the fuck cared what anyone else thought?

They stopped thinking and opted for relaxing their back against the glass next to Ronnie. This way they could glare down the little rascal making her a mark. It took the scribe a second to realize that Sunny was there.

“Oh, Sunny,” her cheeks flushed pink and she cleared her throat, “How’s it going? Did you get another gig?” She added with an air of excitement, “Where are we headed next?”

“Something like that,” they glanced over at the dress Ronnie had been eyeing and smiled teasingly, “Looking at something?”

“Okay, yeah, maybe,” those warm brown eyes turned back to admire the displays, “I thought that the only places I’d see dresses like this were in old world catalogs. I didn’t think that’d I get to see something like this nowadays.”

They followed her line of sight, “The light pink one, right?” Sunshine could totally see her in it. Spinning around like a flower. Giggling. Cute. She could also imagine how cute she'd look with it pushed up, face all flushed and shy and perfect, and how'd she'd taste all that much better. Would Ronnie be as sweet down there?

“Yeah! I know its a little simple but-” Ronnie’s voice got quiet, almost reverent, “In all the magazines it was about how you accessorize something to make it come to life. I was looking at some of jewelry in there and I swear you could put together something really nice.” Her blush deepened, “Sorry, am I rambling again?”

Sunshine looked over the dress appreciatively, then Ronnie and didn’t bother to hide it. She noticed and almost seemed to shy away, but didn't step away from Sunshine which was... alright so maybe Sunshine was getting a little excited but that didn't mean anything really. Then they said, “I think it’d look good on you. You want it?”

“Oh c’mon, Sunny. We don’t have the caps for that.” She said like Sunshine was only teasing her, like she was trying to get a rise out of her. Which wasn’t wrong but- “I’d say one day, but I doubt that. It’s not like I’d ever have a reason to wear it anywhere.” 

“I mean you have to have something nice to wear into The Strip casinos, right?” Sunshine pulled down Ronnie’s hood and played with her hair, prove to her it was a little more than teasing, “I bet you’d doll up real nice.” Gentle brown eyes bore into theirs, “And I think that days a little closer then you think.”

Ronnie gulped and smiled shyly, “Yeah? The next gig that good?”

And now to make her come running to them.

“You could say that-” Sunny took a step back and retook their position against the wall, nonchalant, “The Brotherhood likes tech things right? Laser guns and shit? Don’t you guys like, wanna hoard all that shit?”

Ronnie coughed awkwardly and nervously looked around at anywhere that wasn't them, “Yeah, you could say that. Not like it’s the entire point or anything.” There was a flash of something on Ronnie's face, but she shrugged and moved on. She asked, “Why do you ask? If its about working for the Van Graffs- don’t worry about it- nothing that I don’t say needs to get back home.” She said it so confidently, like there wasn't a doubt in the world that she'd do something like that, but also... a little mischievous. Like she was doing something behind the teacher's back.

Okay, so that made Sunny's heart skip a beat a little. Just maybe. It was nice to know someone around here had their back at least a little. Enough to not rat them out immediately anyway. “Well, I was thinkin’, why don’t we take out two birds with one stone? Get you brownie points for back home," they put an arm around Ronnie's waist and pulled her in close to their side and pointed at the dress, "And get you something a little special?" Sunshine added in a low whisper, "Don't that sound nice?"

Veronica's eyes glittered with excitement and Sunshine drank in how she almost panted a little bit, "Yeah, yeah it does. So what's the plan?"

[flowerygoblincroissant]

I took the credit card from the eldritch god's hands, it was like one of those black cards you only see in movies and I almost couldn't believe it was real. Then I looked back up to the god in front of me, though they were definitely a resident of the uncanny valley, that didn't mean they weren't attractive. They had shown me more kindness than most people I had been around, since my family sheltered me till I was 20 and then got annoyed with me not having a husband by 25. My family thought me being "pure" would attract in one of those "rich alpha males" my brother showed them when he was a teen and they needed the cash, so they decided to marry me off to a god who's name I didn't even know, not caring that I didn't want to be married to someone I didn't love and who didn't respect me. That god was the only one who didn't try to pressure or force me into anything, and they gave me everything I could need on a piece of plastic. It only took me a minute to make a decision on what I wanted to do next, though it took me breaking out of a little hesitation to do so.

"I don't want to get married, I don't know you well enough... but could we go on a date?" I asked.

"A date? With me? You know you don’t have to do that, right? This has no strings attached and a way to get you away from your asshole family." they said.

"I know... but I wanna see where this could go and get to know you more."

Their almost humanlike face moved into a calm smile as they conjured up a fancy phone and handed it to me, his hand lingering a second on mine.

"Sure, I'll pick you up on Friday, I should be able to have a better form by then." they said.

"You don't have to do that, I like how you look." I said.

I could see a tint of pinks on his cheeks before he turned away for a second, the smile glowing a little like a warm light.

"Th-thank you... I'll see you then... I set you up in a nice apartment downtown, the card can move you somewhere else if you'd like, I'll text you when I'm on my way." They said.

"Awsome, I'll see you Friday!" I chimed.

I kissed their cheek and ended up in a really nice place downtown, just like the eldrich God had promised for me. I couldn’t help but feel a little adrenaline, like one would get from befriending a wild bear in the forest, they could kill me, but they were really nice to me. The next day, I got to work changing my life around for the better, quitting my job, cutting off the family and "friend" ties that tried to control me so much in the past, and actually making my own life for myself doing things I loved. Throughout the week, I texted the eldrich deity, who actually made time to chat with me and was really funny and sweet. When Friday rolled around, we had a pretty good repor going and they knocked at my door with a bouquet of my favorite flowers in hand.

"Are these for me?" I asked flattered.

"Yeah, I thought since most human cultures say to bring flowers is a good thing for a date to- wow... you look beautiful." They replied.

I blushed and turned away, only for them to lift my chin to encourage our eyes to meet, a calm expression in their multicolor hues.

"You ready to go?" They asked.

"Y-yes... and you also look really nice." I replied.

It was their turn to blush as they set the flowers in a pot that magically filled with dirt and the beautiful buds sprang to even more life. Then they took my hand and lead me out the door, next thing I knew, we were in one of the best restaurants in the city with the nicest food on the menu in front of us. Instead of questioning it, I rolled with it, jumping into conversations similar to the ones we had while texting, it felt unnaturally natural between us, when I noticed something that made me feel a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, I just realized something, I never got your name." I said.

"Oh, that's ok, I didn’t tell you, it's a little difficult for humans to pronounce... feel free to give me one!" They chimed.

"Let's see... how about Elden?"

They seemed to beam over the name I gave them, making me smile at how nice it was to make them so happy like that.

"I think I'll keep it, thank you, Rachel!" they chimed.

"I'm glad you like it... I have a question though." I said.

"Go for it."

"Why are you, an incomprehensible deity, being so nice to me, a human who was given to you randomly by her parents?"

"Well, unlike some of the other deities including my siblings, I mortal watch from time to time and, about 4 years ago, I randomly spotted you... I kept an eye on you every now and again and slowly got drawn in... which apparently caught the physical attention of your parents, who summoned me."

"What did they want for my hand?"

"The usual greedy mortal thing, a million dollars, I knew they'd sell you to some more cruel deity if I didn't step up and that you didn't deserve that, so here we are, they think you disappeared to be my bride while you can live your life in peace and I can see your pretty smile."

My heart fluttered at their reply, I quickly realized the feeling they apparently felt for me was mutual, though I didn’t want to marry them right away, I wouldn't mind being with them.

"I don't think I'm ready for marriage... but I think I want to be your girlfriend... if that's ok?" I offered.

"YES- I mean, I wouldn’t mind that if that's what you want." they said.

I giggled and kissed their cheek, which they held in their hand, their free one holding onto mine gently. The date went really well and I had a lot of fun, going from dinner to a fun arcade where I won them a teddybear and they won me a plush mushroom, which had me really excited. At the end of the night, they dropped me off at my new home, though I didn’t want the date to end, I was tired and they apparently could tell.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" They asked.

"Of course, I can't wait." I chimed.

"Awesome... can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

They smiled and gave me a gentle kiss, warmth enveloping me, their smile widening even more when they pulled back.

"Wow." They said.

"We'll have to do that more often." I mused cheesily.

They chuckled and brushed some hair from my face.

"Goodnight, Rachel, I'll see you tomorrow." They said.

With that, they disappeared and I was left reeling from such an amazing date, thankful that I decided to go this route with them. Years went by and we were deeply in love, soon we began to talk a little bit about actually getting married, like seeing if it would be in the cards for us. I felt ready to actually marry them and they mentioned that they wouldn't mind, so I bought them one of the nicest rings I could find, deciding that I would propose on our anniversary. We had went to the same places we went on our first date, I decided to wait till the arcade to do it and almost went to an hour into playing the games, when they told me they wanted to take me to a surprise place. Suddenly, we were in a realm of stars unlike anything I had ever seen, comets flying overhead and a bouquet of my favorite flowers in their hands. They knelt down on one knee with a nervous smile on their face, which only grew more confident when they saw me kneel down with a ring box in my own hand.

"I guess we know each other's answers." They mused.

I laughed and we both got up to hold each other, putting on the rings we got and giving each other loving kisses. Planning for the wedding was much easier than I ever anticipated with that card Elden gave me, I got my dream dress and we made our own dream wedding together. I invited the friends I made since being free from my family and Elden invited his siblings, who surprisingly were happy with me marrying into Eldrich Godhood. The issue came about when I heard a knock at my door, revealing my brother and parents behind it.

"We finally found you again!" My mother cried joyfully.

I immediately closed my door and locked it, I wanted nothing to do with them and I knew my mother was full of it with her little act. They kept knocking until I finally opened it again to tell them off, which they used to burst into my place.

"How did you guys find me?" I asked.

"We saw you go into a bridal boutique near here a few days ago, it hurts that you didn't invite your mother to go with you!" My mother replied.

"We've been so worried about you since we haven't heard from you!" My father lied.

"You guys were the ones to sell me for money." I said.

"What are you talking about, we set you up with your godly fiance, which means you can get him to give us the same amount of money you got for agreeing to be with him!" My brother said.

"They go by they/them- now get out." I demanded.

"Is that any way to treat the family that set you up for success?" My father scolded.

That was rich coming from him and it made me laugh, my mother's crocodile tears adding to just how ridiculously hard they were trying to gaslight me.

"No, this is how I treat people who didn’t CARE if I was given to a being who would hurt me or not so long as they got money from it- let me guess, that money dried out- you know what, I don't even care, I want you out of here." I shouted.

The room went quiet enough to hear a pin drop, it was the first time I really stood up for myself and my growth genuinely boosted my confidence.

"You know, we were so nice to let you be with your fiance, but apparently he was too much of a bad influence... until you learn your lesson or unless he gives us proof that he isn't, you're coming home." Father said.

"They, and like hell you will." I growled.

He went to grab me when I shoved him away, not taking any of their nonsense any longer, much to their surprise. Mother and Brother helped Father overpower me as I fought them, when the room began to shake and turned inky black.

"You DARE to touch MY FIANCE?" Elden's voice boomed in a distorted echo.

They all immediately let go of me and I smirked as they began to tremble in fear and confusion, my former family was to realize why it would've been better to accept that I went no contact.

"W-we gave her to you for money, marrying her costs extra!" Father said.

"You lot already got your dowery for that, it's not her fault YOU ALL squandered it, and YOU threaten her, that is UNNACCEPTABLE!" Elden's voice roared in rage.

"P-please, Chaotic One, forgive us!" Mother cried.

"I forgave you for forcing our marriage on her years ago, but what you have done is UNFORGIVABLE!"

"H-ha, what are you going to do about it, I bet you're nothing but talk!" Brother retorted.

I laughed as his eyes began to glow red, then Mother's, then Father's, they began to scream in terror and pain as I felt Elden's arm around me. With their appearance, my place returned to normal and the three intruders huddled together in the corner

"THAT, mortal, I'll do THAT about it." Elden said.

The three began to beg for forgiveness, but Elden's focus was on me, them being there helped me calm down immensely.

"You ok, Rach?" Elden asked.

"Yeah... thank you." I replied.

"I'm so sorry it took me so long to step in, I wanted you to be able to speak your peace."

"You stepped in just in time."

They smiled and kissed my forehead, then turned back to the three, who were trying to slyly sneak out the door.

"What do you want me to do with them?" They asked.

"Just get them out of here, I never want to see them again." I replied.

"Done... anything you'd like to say?"

"Yeah, Mother, Brother, Father... as you all once said 'this is for the best, so just keep quiet and accept it' now goodbye forever."

With a snap of Elden's fingers, the three were long gone, I didn’t care where, but they were finally out of my life for good. After all that was done, Elden took me to one of their pocket realms where we watched movies together with facemasks on and popcorn.

Our wedding came and it went off without a hitch, Elden's eldest brother, who treated me the most like a sibling, walked me down the aisle. The ceremony was absolutely beautiful and full of people we were closest to, easily helping me ascend into my Godhood. In the end, the deal my parents made with Elden turned into something special and freed me from my family.

The eldritch god stood before the girl, in almost human form. “Your parents sold you to be my bride. I accepted, knowing that if I didn’t, they will just try another deity, but I will not force this on you. Have this credit card and live as you wish. If you want something else instead, just ask

[wormcocoon]

Letter to W (number i dunno)

Dear Mr. W,

Halo! How long has it been?!

Probably not much, maybe just a month? Oh, Mr. W. A lot of things going on at the moment. I had a week or almost two weeks of cooking. I made so many dishes. I inconvenienced my friends by convincing them that it's better to stay indoors and that I'd cook for them in exchange of them bringing me ingredients and a bottle or two of wine. Gosh.

In the week before my birthday, I had a bottle of wine every night. Sometimes, in the mornings I would make a Soju Milk Soda. I'd have a glass every morning and a bottle of wine in the evening. And like in that Lorde song, I let the days and nights change my mind. But never really doing any real action. I wrote all of them out, all feeling and thought I wrote them out, even when they didn't appear as is in words. I wrote them in a way, that I knew I meant the way it did in my head.

Anyway, my sister had her oathtaking yesterday. I had to color my hair black. It was pink for a week. I bleached it twice, then purpled it, it faded and turned pink, and then i turned it black.

This weekend I was at Moalboal. At the beach with Vian and Fleur. I am happy to have that be Vian's last memory of the beach here in the Philippines. I bought the two of them a bracelet. I hope it was a good 2 days for Vian.

We plan to get matching tattoos, a chain of stars, sometime this week before November 30. My sister will have her Thanksgiving dinner at home on that day. I will go back to Badian too. I would say home, but home has been vague these days. I mostly don't know where I belong, so,,, so I retreat inside my head and heart and make that my home. Not letting myself be too focused on the external places. The world is still beautiful to my eyes though. Thank God.

I cried on my birthday. I got flowers courtesy of Elvin. Baby's breathe/asters, and gladiolus flowers. Can you IMAGINE? I slid down the wall and was about to have a big cry! I remembered Alyssa was coming over though so I tried not to get too eaten by it. I wanted to though. But it's okay. I placed the flowers on a vase the next day. I cut the bottom stems, removed the tape, and placed it on the dining table. It's browning at the base now, but the top buds of the Gladiolus continue to bloom. They are pretty.

I am at the office today. I read everything.

I'm not sure if I should make actions. I live my life. There is an almost nagging, like a pea in a 10 mattress bed, feeling in me. That I should do something. I'm not sure what. I don't want to be the one that fixes it all again by being okay.

I am okay Mr. W. I'm better these days. Na tagam nalang jud ko mahimong the one who makes situations depend on them. I've never had that feeling you see. People always seem to assign that to me. Don't I always say what I want? Why can't we have that conversation? Is there nothing you want?

I had this conversation with Alyssa, how very isolating it is when people look to us for decisions. We also want to depend on others, we want our moods and emotions to rely on somebody. To know that feeling, instead we are trapped into becoming encouraging, trapped to understanding, trapped to action, trapped to make things better for them instead of for us. Because why not? These are people I like, people I chose.

Most days, it doesn't matter. It's all good because it's Love. But on crucial days, its so isolating. Like not being understood. Like being considered above everybody. It's sweet, but its lonely. We both just want to be held really.

hehe. I miss you Mr. W. I know you're all around me. But I guess this is just the human condition, to miss stuff.

I wonder what I will have for lunch. Sometimes I wonder what Elvin eats for lunch. And though I know he reads these, I feel a little detached because this is a letter addressed to you Mr. W. That's why I always love writing letters. It makes me able to write about things I love.

I read his own account of things of course. It's like a ritual I avoid. I know I'm going to do it, but I still try not to. But because it's ritual, I do it anyway. Rituals never hurt.

Well, okay, human sacrifices hurt, and probably a lot of other rituals. But this one doesn't. It's like reading the newspaper, or reading the calendar.

Oh Mr. W, how are you? Are your Ice still melting? Will more volcanoes come up from the water? A lot of these billionaires are looking up to space. A lot of these politicians still fight over money and raw materials.

I wonder if any of them has ever just wanted to look at flowers, and said, "This is okay."

I'm still jolted by my feelings and the people around me. I'd love to exist in somebody else's orbit Mr. W. I have so much love to give.

You see this is also something I eventually realized. My capacity to love is SO HUGE. I think I understand now what new mother's say when they go, I didn't know I could love more than I do, but I do the moment I got you. Only, I am sans baby. And thank God for that too! I couldn't afford the diapers yet!

Wow, this is turning out to be a really long letter Mr. W.

It's sunny outside. Christmas is only 29 days away. And then 2025. Oh how the world continues to turn.

Mr. W, my Clue says I am 2 days away from my period. I feel it too, sleeping very heavily, cravings' crazy, tears near the surface. I am only glad I can say, "This is okay." Maybe not all the time, and of course I still have the wants and desires. But that's okay too. And that everything I feel and think while PMS'ing and while on the period is still true and honest, as I've always been. Rena praised me for my consistency too. hehe.

I just pricked myself on a pin, thinking of what else to tell you Mr. W.

! I withdraw from my masters! It made me cry a lot of nights. Even today it makes me sad, I told my sister. I was sort of asking for her permission or support on my decision. She told me, she'd help me next time. It warmed my heart. I miss learning. But I am learning today. Just other stuff.

Mr. W, I was also supposed to upload a video on Youtube about my week of relaxation. I took so many videos of me cooking. But I'm still editing it. In the end maybe i'll just make a trailer/teaser type. Without ever releasing the full length. hehe cause its only for me and the people in my inner life.

What else.

I miss Elvin Mr. W. But in a way this feels like a dishonest way of saying things. There is a missing element, like an excluded part of the story which explains why I miss him. It's all in our history. All the times we've spent, the shift from semi-childhood, to teenhood, to adulthood, and to the settling down of who we are in the world.

Its living Mr. W.

I think I'll end here for now. Here are a few photos I'll share.

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COSMIC - S3:E1; Chapter One, Suzie, Do You Copy? - [Pt. 5 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Summer brings new jobs and budding romance. But the mood shifts when Dustin’s radio picks up a Russian broadcast, and Will senses something is wrong.

a.n: thank you guys so much for waiting, I know it must have frustrating but I don't regret taking time off. FYI i ended up skipping some scenes like Hopper's talk with Mike and Joyce going home cause I just kept getting stuck

||𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Dustin is the first to reach the top of the hill, his sister, the last. And when she does, she hastily unhooks the bag from her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground before she does.

"We made it!" Dustin happily declares, choosing to ignore the bitter attitude of his cranky and overheated friends.

"Yeah, only took five hours." Max sighs, dumping her weight on the grass beside Y/n who buried her heated face in the cool grass.

"Quick," Y/n groaned, rolling herself over onto her back. "someone... water. I'm gonna be a raisin soon... please,"

Lucas's face lit up at the mention and instinctively he dropped the bag off of his shoulder and retrieved their shared canteen of water. Y/n's eyes fluttered closed and a frail smile strung across her face when she saw this. Lazily, she reached for it, expecting Lucas to hand her the refreshments she had asked for.

But a frown quickly flew across her face when she heard the flat splashing of water on grass and the obnoxious sound of guzzling. Hesitating against the downpour of golden sunlight into her eyesight, she allowed her eyelids to unscrew just enough to see Lucas downing the rest of the group's water.

Her lips drew back into a snarl, ready to chastise the boy, but her friend had beat her to the punch.

"Did you seriously just drink the rest of our water?" Max deadpans, her icy glare piercing Lucas.

"Nope," Answered Y/n from her spot on the grass, eyes peeling open again to scowl at Lucas. "I know for a fact he wouldn't do that, Max, cause that would mean I'd have to kick his ass."

Lucas cautiously met her eye, his puffed-out cheeks filled with water slowly drained themselves back into the canteen leaving behind a sheepish smile. He held out the container for Max, then Y/n as a peace offering. All he was met with were tired glowers.

"That's it. Your ass is grass, Sinclair," Y/n seethed, no real threat behind her words. Or her actions, as she showed no signs of moving other than the depleting motion of her tired heaving from her spot on the grass and a lazy pointed finger hanging in the air in his direction. It fell back to the ground. "You know, after I get up. The moment I do, it's over for you,"

Despite the creeping smirk, Max rolled her eyes at the duo as she grabbed for the duffle bag she had previously been carrying.

"Is it just me," she addresses the group as she unpacks, her mischievous smirk blossoming on her pink cheeks. "or has Y/n gotten meaner?"

Everyone shares a hum of laughter that floats amongst them, including Y/n who smiles to herself pleased, her eyes once again closed.

Unknowingly, Dustin does the same as he unpacks his duffle. A fleeting sense of deja vu passes over him.

"Yeah, it's my probably my fault," he says, beginning to put the first pieces of the Cerebro together. "all that time we spend with 'that douchebag' Steve Harrington,"

"Hey," pipes Y/n shortly. Thinking of the running joke that had started up earlier in the year thanks to Robin, her voice falls into a mocking tone. "don't talk about mom like that, Dustin."

Dustin gives her a funny look before ultimately rolling his eyes as she laughs quietly to herself. The sight drew a smile on Will's face and he briefly paused his unpacking to smile at her, then shook his head returning to work.

"Weirdo," Dustin mumbles. "Alright, sunbathing time is over. Come on. Get up and help us!"

It's Y/n's turn to roll her eyes and she does so with another impressive groan, though she does comply. She rolls herself over and sits herself up so she is sitting on her folded legs, and gets to work on the bag she had previously discarded.

What members of the party remain pull together underneath the setting sun and got to work. Under Dustin's word, the team was able to make quick work of the scraps they had lugged with them.

Lucas, Max, and Dustin took up the work of assembling the base of the radio antenna as Will and Y/n got to work dismantling several bare umbrellas for the makeshift directors. Dustin, who had been so engrossed in his work, had gotten to his third strip of tinfoil only to realize the roll was running thin and that Y/n had been sneaking strips to make various types of hats; one shaped like a baseball cap resting on her head, the second on Will's was shaped like a wizards cap to match Will the Wise, and a third, half-finished cowboy hat sat tucked away behind her back on the grass when Dustin's suspicions grew.

Dustin had learned better with the duct tape; keeping it on his person and only distributing it to those who asked. And he had been so caught up in it guarding the duck tape to avoid another incident he failed to stop the first.

After finishing her section of Cerebro, Y/n had gotten to work on her "side project", this one in the shape of a bucket hat for Max. Dustin tried to scold her again, but she knew they were just about one strip of duct tape away from finishing.

After some conniving on Max and Y/n's part—out of an act of spite, Max defiantly accepted the cap with honor as Y/n placed it on her head, both of them glaring at Dustin—the party came together to hoist the now finished Cerebro into the summer air.

"Pretty impressive, right?" Dustin declares as they all gaze up at their finished work.

Several of them nod.

"Now," he says, all but throwing himself on the grass beside the receiver. "ready to meet my love?"

Dustin is met with scattered agreement.

"Yeah,"

"Sure,"

"Go ahead,"

Y/n, however gladly takes a seat across from her brother, stretching herself out in the grass as she finally enjoys the absence of work in the sun. "Dustin, as your sister, I can honestly say that I have been waiting for this moment all my life. Fair warning though, I will be talking her ear off."

A hopeful grin touches Dustin, slowing blooming on his face. And despite her next words, he finds himself laughing a little.

"But I'm afraid I can't promise I won't be telling her anything and everything embarrassing about you."

His face falls flat, a hint of playfulness still lingering. And as he does so, Will gives into Y/n's lead and takes a seat beside her in the grass. Dustin only narrows his eyes at the pair.

"Telling you really was a mistake, wasn't it?"

Y/n breaks out in a devilish grin and she is unable to stop the quiet cackle that tumbles out of her, yet still it turns Will's insides to jelly. He, like his friends, had been watching the siblings' exchange with great amusement.

"Yes," she agrees, eagerly. "yes it was."

Dustin rolls his eyes before bringing the device up to his mouth, his fingers already on the speaker button.

"Suzie, this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over."

A silence falls over the group as they wait, the only sounds to fill it are the crackling of the Cerebro's interference and the sweet sounds of nature that put even Max at ease. But no response comes.

Dustin shrugs it off, scratching his nose nervously as he mutters softly up to his waiting friends.

"One sec. She's probably... She's still there," he smiles, turning back to the speaker in his hand. "Suzie... This is Dustin. Do you copy? Over."

The others begin to shift uncomfortably where they stand; the awkward tension growing heavy in the air and they share uneasy glances outside of Dustin's field of vision.

"I'm sure she's there," says Dustin, his voice so soft and quiet it was nearly carried away by the breeze. "You know, maybe, she's just like, busy or--"

"Yeah," Lucas quickly agrees, avoiding eye contact and adjusting his cowboy hat.

"You know, it's around dinner time."

Everyone is quick to mumble an agreement, and Y/n, desperate for something to keep her busy and her mind off of whatever was happening mindlessly pulled a pack of gum from her pockets. Her eyes were fixed on a random spot in the grass as she unwrapped a bit of f/f gum and slipped into her mouth. Before putting the packet back, she just as mindlessly pulls another slip and offers one to Max who gladly accepts.

"Suzie," Dustin tries again. "this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over."

Will watched Dustin continue his efforts to contact his girlfriend and couldn't help but note the bit of sadness growing in his chest at the sight. Dustin seemed so hopeful, and to see—

The spiraling thought was interrupted when he felt something move his hair; he smiled when he realized Y/n was readjusting the tinfoil wizard's cap on his head that had been slipping. He breathed a quiet laugh, watching her lips twitch up in a smile as she readjusts a few strands of hair she had messed up

"Suzie, do you copy? This is Dustin. Over."

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"...do you copy? Over."

The summer moonlight spilled out onto the hill still occupied by five of seven party members; Max and Lucas, who lie on their backs side by side as they stargaze together while Dustin was still at Cerebro. Will—like his friends—wanted to make most of the scenery and found himself sprawled on his back in the grass. The back of his head was resting on Y/n's leg as she mindlessly played with his hair, her stare a million miles away. His eyes began to flutter closed having grown content by her warm and soothing touch.

"Suzie! This is Dustin, do you copy? Over."

The breeze picked up in a pleasant wave, making the trees sing around them. And it was gentle enough to pull Y/n from her thoughts, and back on her brother.

"Suzie, this is your Dustin. Do you copy? Over."

It dawned on her just how hard it was to see him in the darkness, and it hit her just how long they had been there. As her fingers continued to fiddle with Will's bangs, her downcast eyes landed on his face; the sight of him in a state of such relaxation put a smile on her face and a warm feeling in her chest.

He had been through so much for so long and was given so little time to readjust. This was one of the many reasons she enjoyed planning campaigns with him; he was always in his element, supercharged and bursting with ideas. That is when he could manage not to lose concentration whenever a love song came on the radio that didn't make him all dopey and lovesick.

At the thought, Y/n felt a heat creep all over her skin as it always did whenever she thought about Will—but she knew it had nothing to do with her powers. It was just Will. And his innate ability to lift her spirits higher than the skyline while simultaneously bringing her back down to earth; A superpower all his own.

Just as it had happened only just the other night with Will, the lovesick gaze holding her hostage was broken when the other took notice.

"What?" Will whispered up to her in a funny smile.

The softness in his voice pulled Y/n back down and into reality where she was faced with the embarrassing truth of being caught. She shook her head with a simper, a mischievous idea blooming in her mind as one hand crept out of sight and curled around the discarded tinfoil hat he placed in the grass.

"Nothing," she whispered, shrugging. Y/n scrunched her nose as she put on a silly look of fake disgust. "Just getting tired of this ugly mug is all,"

She placed the tinfoil hat over his face where it wobbled, threatening to fall. Y/n smiled again, breathing a laugh through her nose as he laid there still. Oh, so easily she could imagine the unimpressed look now plastered on his face.

"Funny," came his muffled, echoed response.

"Right?"

"Suzie, this is—"

"Dustin!" Cried Max suddenly. Her frustration had been growing with every call and it was a wonder she hadn't broken yet. "Come on! She isn't there."

"She's there, alright?" Dustin argued. "She'll pick up,"

Will craned his head up to look at the disturbance and in doing so sent the tinfoil dunce cap tumbling off his face and back into the grass.

"Maybe Cerebro isn't working?" Will offered.

"Or maybe Suzie doesn't exist," wondered a greatly agitated Lucas.

"She exists!" Dustin defended, the pitch of his voice rising as he got more defensive.

"She's a genius AND she's hotter than Phoebe Cates?" Lucas countered. "No girl is that perfect."

Max shot up from her spot in the grass and cast down a look at her boyfriend.

"Is that so?"

Lucas is quick to back peddle and throws himself into a sitting position with a growing look of concern.

"I mean," Lucas stammers. "you're perfect. I mean, you-you're per—I mean like you're perfect in your special way—you're own special way."

Max finally releases the laugh she had been holding in and shakes her head. "Relax, I was teasing. I'm obviously perfect and Dustin is obviously lying."

"Max," Y/n sighs. Her eyes flickering sympathetically to her brother who is downcast.

But Max doesn't think much of it and climbs to her feet. She throws her hand out for Lucas to take and pulls him to his feet. "Come on, Don Juan."

Together they start down the hill, prompting the final couple remaining to follow as they pick up the pieces left behind.

"Where are you going?" Dustin calls out to Max and Lucas.

The redhead barely throws a look over her shoulders as they retreat. "Home,"

Y/n watches with great disappointment as they retreat down the hill. She finally broke away when Will offered his hand from where he was standing.

"Well, guess it's just us," says Dustin longingly, not yet realizing they too were heading out.

"Um," he checks his watch, wincing at the timing. Like his girlfriend, he sends Dustin an apologetic look. "it's late. I'm sorry."

Dustin doesn't bother to hide his disappointment, but Will perks up with a hopeful smile. "But maybe tomorrow we can play D&D?" He flashes a smile to Y/n. "We've been working on a campaign lately. We've been dying to show you, we think you'd like it."

Y/n nods eagerly. "Yeah, and maybe you can tell us more about Suzie?"

"Yeah," Her brother nods, sad eyes still locked on the grass and limply his shoulders rise in a shrug. "sure."

Will tries again, giving his friend an earnest smile. "Welcome home,"

Dustin nods again and Will begins down the hill. He looks back when Y/n's hand slips out of his own to see her lingering. "I'll catch up in a minute,"

Will nods and starts after his friends leaving the Henderson siblings alone. Dustin is the first to break the ice, his voice sullen.

"She is real, you know," he mumbles, head nearly sagging all the way to the grass.

"I believe you, Dustin," says Y/n. She gestures to Will's retreating form with a gentle smile. "We both do."

His mood doesn't lift but Dustin's gaze does curiously. He's surprised to find nothing but sincerity in her eyes.

"I'm sorry about today. I really am. We were really looking forward to it," pessimism flashes across her face. "well, I know Will and I were."

"Is that why you guys are leaving?" He can't help but ask bitterly, making Y/n frown.

"You know it's not like that," subconsciously she starts fiddling with her watch to take away from the worry that had been growing all day. Her gaze stays on Will and the longer it does the more obvious it is she's scared. "It really is getting late and... Well, honestly I think something's bothering him. Like there's something he's not telling me. I don't know, it could be nothing but I'd feel better if I saw him home."

"I guess I can't blame you for being careful with him. I just— I guess I pictured today going a lot differently."

Y/n nods. "I did too."

A small silence falls between them. It's filled with nothing but unsaid words and the melodic choir of crickets singing to the night sky.

"For what it's worth, I know I've been teasing you pretty bad but... I am really excited to meet Suzie. I'm sure she's great,"

"Thanks," For the first time since before the sun had set, Dustin's lips hook upward in a threat to smile. "She is..."

"Get home safe, Romeo," Y/n quips. When he sends her a soft 'you too' she decides it's gotten too chummy and impulsively she yanks his hat over his eyes, chuckling at the look on his face.

Dustin chuckles under his breath and eagerly fixes his hat just in time to watch Y/n scurry down the hill to catch up with Will.

"You too," he mumbles more to himself than anything.

He watches as Y/n casts one apologetic look over her shoulder and that's that. He now stands alone on the hill next to the homemade radio tower, watching sadly as everyone leaves. It's nearly enough to break the dam of tears he can feel collecting in his eyes but he perseveres.

And nearly jumps out of his skin when the transceiver comes to life. It angrily spits out static and Dustin throws himself to the ground, making a grab for the speaker.

"Suzie? Suzie is that you?"

A voice can be heard here and there; not the voice of his beloved Suzie but much deeper, and unmistakably Russain. He snaps himself out of his daze and makes quick work of doing his best to clear the interference. His assessment was right; the voice was Russian, and it calmly spoke a string of words he wished desperately to understand. And yet, no matter how confusing, he can't help but feel his skin crawl with excitement when he realizes...

Cerebro had just intercepted a top-secret Russian transmission. Arguably the most vital piece in the puzzle of what would come to be known as the most important summer of their young lives.

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The Favor

       ━ WARNINGS ;  changbin x fem reader, dom!changbin, college party, smut, a looooot of teasing, mention of alcohol and drugs, finger sucking, fingering (f. receiving), voyeurism, degradation, dry humping, light choking      ━ WORD COUNT ; 1.8k      ━ NOTE ; note : here is my first “real” work, please be kind !! this is so cliché lmao, but who doesn’t like cliché? keep in mind that english isn’t my first language soooo there will surely be some mistakes. if so, tell me !!

Every minds present were dizzy, just like the smoky room they were in. The grey smoke was like a cloud above everyone. We couldn't see anything except the dancing bodies that were stuck together to the defeaning music who had taken possession of the place. Even the most shy and discreet ones were totally unrecognizable. It was unbearable for anyone who wasn't in the delirious atmosphere of this friday night.

Whoever once thought that youth was decadent had been right, and they were the proof of it. No more exams, no more stress, no more angry teachers, no more homeworks. This night, they all needed to act like the young adults they were ; partying like there is no tomorrow.

Everything was made for everyone to be at ease. Indeed, Christopher Bang, the night's host, was well known for his crazy parties. His student apartment had soon turned into a nightclub, hopefully his neighbors were the same age and they probably were here, enjoying this moment. Even the open windows weren't enough to let out the smoke of all the illicit substances. Everyone was in their own world, laughing, smiling, screaming, jumping with a glass in hand, and it would be bold to assume it was water. They were free minded, for one night at least.

You were in the middle of all these excited people, in the same state, mocking the ridiculous dances moves of your bestfriend, Jihyo. She had one goal and it was to seduce the " beautiful dark haired boy over there, oh my god he's so freaking hot ! " also named as Seungmin. Jihyo burst out of laugh and without knowing why you just did the same, way to tipsy to understand whatever she was saying. You were both looking stupid but who did really care, after all ? You were here to have fun.

The mood changed drastically as the electronic bass music changed in seconds to something much smoother, much slower, much more sensual. The couples present were not shy to stick body-to-body, swaying their hips without shame.

" Wait for me I'm going to see the man of my dream ! I'll be back soon ! Well I hope no, but... Yeah... I mean... You understand what I mean ! " Jihyo said.

You didn't fully understand what she said so you laugh, nodding your head. Without controlling your body, your hips starts to move to the sound that were playing. Your movements were slow, almost erotic as you roll your head back, exposing your neck to everyone that was looking at you. Your free hand were in your hair and you unconsciously bit your lip with a little smile when you start to feel all the curious eyes on you. Thanks to the alcohol you've drinked, you didn't feel ridiculous dancing alone.

The special attention that the predators around you, men and women, were giving you, only increase the urge to reveal more obscenity.

Apparently Jihyo seized the opportunity to talk with Seungmin and you couldn't stop smiling at the view. Finally, she was not letting her shyness took the lead. But your smile fades away the second your eyes meets two dark orbs.

Seo Changbin.

You didn't know why but you both never get along together. You didn't know each other, but you weren't compatible. Everyone knew that. Changbin was naturally sarcastic, raw and must of the time he speaks without thinking twice. And you were the exact opposite ; sweet, easy going and always ready to meet new people. The funniest part between the two of you were probably the fact that you were always craving for each others attention, a little nothing could make you argue, sometimes rudely, sometimes more in a teasing way. You were stuck in a cat-dog relationship, and anyone around you could sense the tension from Changbin and you.

The black haired boy was sitting on the sofa, right in the living room’s center. And he wasn’t alone, a girl was sitting on his thighs. Even if you couldn’t see her face you could already tell that she was pretty and totally his style, long light pink hair and a body to die for. But even the goddess on him couldn't make him take his eyes off you. And there we go for a battle of gaze.

« Dude I’m so high…» Felix next to him giggled, whispering these few words in a completely derailed deep voice.

Changbin took the drug stick his bestfriend gave him and he lets the substance slide down his throat in a relaxing way. His originally brown pupils were dilated in a deep black tone, and without taking his eyes off you he spats out the smoke with controlled slowness, gripping the female’s ass on him. But he gradually lost interest in her, thanks to the show he had in front of him.

You now understand why all the girls were head over heels for him. He was hot, indeed.

You felt your heart race so fast, the adrenaline running in your blood, thanks to the alcohol you’ve drinked. Why were you hanging like that in his eyes while moving your body, giving him a hot show of your own despair ? His attention was all you ever wanted right now. Boldly you slowly put your hand around your throat, almost wishing it was Changbin’s fingers wrapped around you, you give no pressure but you can see his thigh twich at the view.

The music changed again to go back to something more happy, and the bodies around you start to jump again. But you were standing here, like an idiot almost choking yourself just for your not-so-ennemy pleasure. The man in front of you seemed to be in the same state as you, glued to your eyes without even giving the pretty girl on him some attention.

With a courage you didn’t not know you have, you walked with an almost feline step to the sofa. What would have taken a few seconds if you were sober turned out to be more difficult with alcohol in your veins. 

However, you finally stand behind the one who you recognized to be Sana. She was, indeed, one of the most beautiful girls, but it wasn't her who caught his eyes. It was you. Sana probably felt that Changbin wasn’t responding to her neck kisses, so she sits up slightly to face a surprising sight. You, staring down at your new prey. 

The boy raised his eyebrows with a certain provocation in his eyes, silently asking you by this gesture what do you wanted. But you didn’t blink a moment, and the young woman felt too much in this intense exchange.

« You could have tell that you didn’t want me, for real. » She mumbles, standing up.

«  Me ! I want you Sana, c’mooooon ! »

«  Felix… she sighs, you’re not even straight. »

« Ah, yeah… I’ve almost forgot that detail… » He shrugs his shoulders, not bothered at all, and he tooks a sip of his drink while standing up too to follow Sana.

Even Sana and Felix couldn’t distract you.

You were too far away to correctly think, your brain were so fuzzy and you didn’t even understand why you get on your knees in front of him, but youd did. With a cocky smile, he spreads his legs apart, you were offering him such a delightful view. One of  his hands reached your face to slowly brush your cheek, almost lovingly. His index gives your naturally swollen lips some caresses and you immediately took it in your mouth, gripping on his wrist like your life depends on it.

He couldn’t help but broke the contact between your eyes to fix it on your lips sucking on his index, adding his major within. You rub your thighs together, and the thought that anyone could see you in this position, in front of Changbin, makes you unbelievably excited. But people were too busy having fun to care about you. His free hand goes around your neck, like youd did few minutes ago, and you let out a little gasp, keeping his two fingers deep down your throat.

« I’ve always known that you were so desperate. But that desperate… » He tooks his wet fingers back, wiping them on your cheek.

It was almost humiliating and you gulps silently when you felt your dripping core under your dress, your wetness stucking unpleasantly on your pantie. What was wrong with you, really ? You see in his eyes that he wanted to play. So you’re gonna give him something to play with. Your body moved closer to one of his legs, still on your knees, rubbing against it almost like a puppy waiting for some much-deserved reward.

« You want everyone to see how much of a whore you are, hm ? He pats his thigh with a mocking grin, come here. »

Without any hesitation, you straddle one of his thigh with your legs and he catches your waist between his two hands so he can trapped you against his body. His fucking hot body. Thanks to his black shirt you have a perfect view on his arms, and you can feel yourself wetter if that’s possible.

Slowly you started to move against him, you wanted to feel some friction, just a little something, the bare minimum. One of his hand slowly slide under your dress and he pushes your lace underwear aside to fully have acces to your heatness.

« So pitiful. Who would want to touch you ? You still move against him, letting his fingers slip between your wet and hot folds. Right in front of anyone, they’re all looking at you. You’re burning inside even though you know people are having fun. They see how much of a slut you are just for my fingers. »

« S-shut up… You whines, your head burried in the crock of his neck. More, I want more… »

« Can’t you be fucking polite for once, uh ? Or you can’t properly talk ? »

Changbin didn’t wait for your answer and you can feel two fingers deep inside you. You were so wet that it wasn’t unpleasant at all. Hell no, it was a relief. As if his digits were made for you, not too long, a little chubby, just the ideal length to meet your most sensitive spot. He starts kissing your jaw, his thumb were added to give your red bud some rubs. You were a mess in his arms, practically crying cause you were overhelmed by your pleasure and after a few pump inside you, you were cumming hard on his fingers, gripping his shoulder to keep your mind on earth.

« You owe me a favor now, looser. »

You now understand why you didn’t like him.

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Incidentally In Love (10/?)

Charlie Weasley/Reader

Rating: Mature / Lemon ( Triggers: pregnancy )

Word Count: 2580

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Summary: Sleeping with Charlie Weasley was easy. He was charming, and handsome, and was quite talented in bed... Finding out you're pregnant with your casual fuck buddies baby was not easy.

Reader's journey through co-parenting, an overbearing Molly Weasley who wants reader to marry her son to give the baby a "real family", and maybe falling a tiny bit in love with her baby daddy.

Notes: I’m so nervous to post lemon fics/chapters because I’m never sure I’m good at it...but this is a lemon chapter. 

Also not tagging anyone in this chapter since it is mature and I don’t know if it would make someone uncomfortable to read! 

Enjoy 

Charlie's reading another one of his new father books as we sit on the couch. He's got a hand lounging lazily on my stomach, his thumb tracing circles over my thin maternity shirt. The baby kicks up towards Charlie's hand. He grins, lightly tapping back. Three rapid kicks respond in seconds, and again Charlie responds with his own taps.

"Charles," I look up from my own book, "stop riling them up."

"Sorry, love," he grins, rubbing again at my swollen stomach. He looks down at his book once more, obviously distracted by the softer kicks the baby places under his fingers. The child refuses to give up on their game.

I set my book down on the arm of the couch, "I have to get up. You and your child's games are distracting me from my reading."

Charlie chuckles, "It's cute, though, the way she's playing."

"Maybe to you. You're not the one getting elbowed in the bladder every time they kick back to your tapping."

"Sorry," He stands, helping me up from the couch. I lean towards him, silently begging for a kiss. Charlie grins broadly before pressing a quick kiss to my lips. 

"It's alright. Really if they weren't causing me pain, it would be cute. Once they're out, it'll be more adorable." I brush aside a lock of his hair from his forehead.

Charlie's face pinkens, "Truthfully, I'm a little afraid of that."

I frown slightly, "Of--?"

He exhales shakily, "I guess of everything after the birth? Well, and that bit as well."

"Yeah? What about it? You can tell me. I'm also nervous about well--about everything, honestly."

"What if I'm not a good dad?"

I cup his cheek, "You're going to be the best dad. Trust me. I can tell."

Charlie leans into my touch, "But how?"

"Well--" I rub my thumb gently against his cheekbone, "you're so gentle and thoughtful. And so caring, Charlie. You take such good care of me, darling."

He maneuvers his face to press a kiss to the palm of my hand, "I love you."

The words shock me, not because what he's said is terrible or anything, but because I feel the same way. Going from casual fuck buddies to expecting parents and then into a relationship in the short amount of time we've done all three feels incredibly fast. But I can think of a thousand instances where I felt something more than friendship or companionship with Charlie. He was my rock in most situations, always made sure I was comfortable and happy... 

Charlie looks shocked himself, immediately trying to backpedal, "I--I didn't mean to spring that on you..."

"You love me?"

He goes beet red to the roots of his overgrown hair, "I do? But I know that you don't feel the same way right now--"

"Don't put words into my mouth, Charlie Weasley."

He cocks an eyebrow, "Yeah?"

"I'm so madly in love with you," I try to close the space between us, the bump hindering my attempts.

His eyes widen, cheeks burning in seconds, "You love me?"

I nod, feeling embarrassed. "I love you."

Charlie's got me caught up in his arms instantly, "I love you. I love you so much. I think I was falling for you before the baby--And it sort of killed me that you were so insistent that we were nothing, (y/n), because I love you--"

I giggle, inhaling his earthy, cinnamony cologne, "I'm sorry for that, Charlie. I just didn't want every part of my life to change--"

"I know. And I understand why you said no to getting married. I don't think that would've been right for us, but my god, woman. I never want to be apart from you."

"Yeah?" my eyes flicker down to his lips.

"Never. Everyone's going to have to deal with however we decide to do life. I just want to be with you. If I'm with you, I'll be content."

I can't help the tears that prick at my eyes, "Charlie." They spill rapidly from my eyes.

"Don't cry, darling," his thumbs brush against my cheeks, collecting the tears delicately from my eyes.

"You're so sweet, and I'm so pregnant." I laugh, trying to wipe away my own tears.

Charlie's chuckles accompany mine, "Don't get me started on that. Gods, I wouldn't have imagined in a million years that I'd ever get to experience having a family of my own. And you're so perfect--and you look damn good like this."

I roll my eyes, "When you talk about how good I look pregnant, I suspect this was some elaborate plan--"

Charlie grins, "I wish I had been smart enough to plan this." He places his hands on my stomach.

"Charlie!" I smack his chest, playfully, "just be happy it did. There's no way in hell I'd have let you put this baby in me if it hadn't happened on accident."

"I would've wooed you. Turned our little arrangement into something more..." Charlie kisses me again, "well, I would've done things more properly." 

"Made an honest woman out of me?" I tease as I begin to feel the familiar tight knot in my lower stomach. There was nothing hotter than Charlie Weasley falling victim to his primal desires as he told me exactly how he would have done things. His light blue eyes are nearly hidden by his lust blown pupils as he caresses my arms.

Charlie continues to kiss me, "Gods, yes." The way he grips at my waist confirms to me he's in a similar state as myself.

"I love you," I say between kisses.

"Let me show you how much I love you," he's got his fingers at the edge of my shirt, begging to lift the material from my skin.

"Yes, please." My shirt comes off in a hurry. 

"I'm going to thoroughly ravish you," Charlie kisses my neck. Groaning, I place my hand under his shirt below his navel, letting it slowly travel down to his belt. I tug on the worn brown leather, flicking my eyes up to his.

"Merlin--you're such a pretty little thing. So good for me."

A little smile tugs at the corners of my lips, "Yeah?"

"Yes. Always." He grins, a slightly cold hand finding my breast. The temperature of his palm has the bud stiffening instantaneously. 

"Take your shirt off."

Charlie's white undershirt is off in seconds. He gently yet firmly pulls me towards our bedroom door. "Get on the bed, darling."

I sit down on the edge of the bed slowly, mindful of my stomach's extra weight as Charlie watches like a hawk. He stalks towards me as I reach out for him, my hands coming to rest on his bare abdomen.

"What are you going to do to me?" My hand again, slyly reaching for his belt. 

"Whatever you want, darling. My only goal is to make sure your toes are curling because you've been properly fucked."

"Oh god, Charlie..." I feel incredibly flustered by his words.

"You like that, baby?" His fingers graze my jaw, landing lovingly on my chin. 

I nod frantically, "Yes. So much. You know exactly how to play me with your words Charles."

He chuckles, "I should. I've been doing it for months."

"Not like this," I pull him inches from my lips, only stopping to speak, "this--very attractive persona you've put together for yourself is very new for me. And I love it."

Charlie grins, leaning in to kiss me, "what do you want first?"

"Your tongue," leaning back on my arms, I pull him down to the bed with me. Charlie's arms hold his weight on his arms as he hovers above me. I frown, missing the weight of his chest against mine. It's been near impossible for months now, and Charlie won't risk even the slightest amount of his weight being put on me.

"Careful, love. I don't want to crush junior."

I roll my eyes, "Okay, okay. I desperately need you to do something, Charles."

He presses his lips underneath my jaw, chuckling lowly before he's pulling down my jeans. "Eager, are we?"

"Obviously," I try to reach behind my back to unclasp my bra.

"I got you," he reaches behind me, practiced fingers get the clasp unhooked in seconds. He sits up to admire my body. "Look so good--"

Embarrassed, I look away. Charlie grabs my chin gently, making me look up at him, "I'm serious. You're a goddess."

I giggle, "you think?"

"Think? Darling, I know. Look at you, you're perfect. Bred and glowing."

I smack his chest playfully, completely embarrassed now, "bred? Really?"

He grins, "Yes. There's no other way to describe it. You look perfect."

I giggle, "Geez, Weasley. You're something else."

"Let me get these off," he pulls at the edge of my jeans, asking for permission. (y/n) nods. He pulls them off along with her panties. "You're soaking, darling." Charlie can't help but run a finger through my glistening core. He also can't seem to help himself as he moves my legs further apart to lick a strip up my drenched core.

"Oh!" my fingers pull at his hair, "yes!"

Charlie chuckles, latching onto my engorged clit, sucking as he inserts a finger into my entrance.

"Charles," my hips grind against his mouth, looking for more friction.

"Use your words, love."

"More! Fuck--Charlie, please. Another finger." He happily obliges, removing his index finger and replacing it with his middle and ring finger. Charlie continues to stretch my drenched sex as he sucks on my clit.

"Oh my god--" 

"Cum on my tongue (y/n)." He glances up, met by the sight of my swollen stomach. Charlie chuckles at the view, the vibrations pushing me over the edge. My thighs clamp down around his head as I ride out my climax.

"Merlin, have I ever told you how talented your tongue is?" I lean up on my elbows to peak over my stomach at him. Charlie leans up to catch my gaze. His hair is messy from my fingers, and his cheeks are tinted with pink.

"At least a thousand times." Charlie laughs before pressing a kiss to the underside of my stomach, "what would be most comfortable for you, darling." I think about it for a second, wanting nothing more than to be able to move how I liked but knowing my current limitations.

"from behind," I struggle to sit up fully.

"Are you sure? We haven't--well, tried that position for a month now. Are you sure it's safe?"

"It'll be the least weight put on my stomach." I take his held out hand, and he pulls me to a standing position. With lustful eyes, Charlie watches as I crawl back up the bed, completely aware of how my body is displayed for him. I subtly move my hips, hoping to entice him further.

He quickly climbs up behind me, relishing in the soft plushness of my ass. "Just to be safe, put a few pillows underneath your stomach, (y/n)."

"Planning to be rough, are we?" I turn my head to look at him, a small, teasing smile painted on my face.

Charlie rolls his eyes, a grin plastered on his face, "I'll be more comfortable knowing there's something there to catch you a bit." He begins to remove his trousers and underwear, throwing them on the floor.

I groan, "fine." Pulling some of our pillows underneath my body, I turn my head to look at him, "are you happy?"

"Yes," Charlie leans over my frame, pressing a quick kiss to my lips, then to the top of my shoulder. The affection causes a shiver up my spine. I hear him casting a wandless lubrication spell quickly. The wetness of the artificial lubricant suddenly inside of me causes me to yelp in surprise.

"Sorry, love. Should've warned ya." he dips two fingers in my sex to coat his cock. 

"It's okay," I laugh.

I hear him stroke himself a couple times before he brushes the tip of his cock against the wetness between my thighs. The slow stretch of him entering me is divine. Charlie maneuvers our bodies so that he's got his arms by mine, his chest pressed lightly against my back as he bottoms out. Leaving himself full access to my neck and breasts.

"Gods, you always feel so big like this--" I've got my head hanging loosely between shoulders arms, feeling utterly wrecked already.

Charlie thrusts a few times shallowly. Setting a rhythm a lot closer to grinding than anything else. He's always thinking of me, knowing how sensitive my body was right now. I'm a moaning mess in moments, begging him to make me cum on his cock. The fluttery feeling in my stomach lights up with every grinding movement of his pelvis against my ass. Charlie reaches below my swollen belly to circle my clit.

"Yes!" I sob out a string of curses as he pushes me over the edge with his expert fingers. His hips stutter a few times, and I know he's holding off from cumming as my body convulses around his. He presses a kiss to my neck, maneuvering my compliant body onto the bed. He's got my back pressed against his chest, his cock, drenched with cum and lubricant, pressed against the back of my thigh.

"Think you can manage another?" he asks, pressing light kisses to my shoulder and neck. I nod, reaching my arm to weave my fingers through his red hair.

"Words, love." He smiles against the back of my neck.

"Make me cum again, Charlie...I want you to fill me up with your cum--"

Charlie groans, "anything for you, baby." Without missing a beat, he fills me again, "can be a little rougher with ya like this--" he grunts, his hands grabbing for my thigh. He drags it up to his hip, "keep your leg here, understand?"

"Yes, yes--" I rest my head on the pillow below, surrendering my body to his ministrations. Charlie gets back to work, his pace demanding as he plays with my body. 

I turn my body enough to connect our lips in a messy, desperate kiss. "You're so good--so good to me," I can't help but mumble between the heat of our kiss. Charlie's large hands play with my breast's softness as he kisses me back, paying particular attention to my nipple. A spike of pain at his groping causes a whimper to leave my lips.

"Does that hurt?" he asks, his hand coming to rest upon my stomach instead.

"A little bit..." I admit, cupping his jaw to press another kiss to his lips, "are you close?"

Charlie nods, his breath stuttering as I clamp down on him, playfully, "gods, you're incredibly tight." I giggle. It's a short-lived giggle, dying on my lips as his hand snakes down to my clit again. "Need to feel you cum on my cock one last time, though."

I nod frantically, my hands finding my sensitive breasts as he applies steady pressure to my aching clit. "So good--" I've got my eyes shut tightly as I gush praises about how good he is, how he fills me perfectly, how only he can reach exactly the right places inside me that make me cum harder than ever before... I'm quickly coming, my mouth slightly agape in a silent scream as I ride out my orgasm. That's it for him.

"Shit--" he leans his forehead against my shoulder as he cums hard inside of me.

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Dog From Hell

Pairing: Harry Styles x OC

Warnings: bdsm, dom/sub dynamics, light choking, fetish club

Summary: Lucinda's best friend has been dying to bring her to her favorite fetish club. It's there she meets Harry Styles, a kind Dom with a secret that could jeopardize the budding relationship

Or

The one where Harry is the leader of an international hacking organization by night and a Dom at day

Goodness can be found, sometimes in the middle of Hell."

-Charles Bukowski

"I can be an angel sometimes, I can be real fucked up

I miss you only sometimes, I give you real tough love

'Cause I'm a devil with a halo, whoa-oh-oh"

-G-Eazy

The club was nothing like Lucinda thought it was going to be.

When Bitty had suggested they go to one of her favorite clubs, a kink club that specialized in BDSM, called The Cage, she had expected everyone to be wearing leather and latex.

"Are you sure this is alright?" She had asked, poking her head out of the bathroom to look at her friend. Bitty wore a strapless red dress that complimented her curves beautifully, she wore fishnet stockings, black spike heel boots and a dog collar. Her lips painted a light pink. She smiled kindly at Lucinda.

"Trust me Luce. You'll understand when we get there."

And here they were. The club was huge, red and black velvet couches spread out, plush red cushioned high back  chairs and onyx colored tables. The walls were embroidered with red and black fabric that looked like spider webs or vines. The bar was made of dark oak, sleek and shiny against the glow of the red lights.

The people were dressed very tame. Maybe it was the fact that the only exposure she had ever had to this lifestyle was movies and Fifty Shades of Grey. There was a dress code here, and rules, written on the wall right by the entrance.

WELCOME TO THE CAGE

we encourage you to explore your kinks and discover yourself. However, you must abide by our commandments:

1: CONSENT IS KEY

this is not Fifty Shades of Grey and you are not douche Christian Grey. Respect boundaries

2: No Fucking in the Lounge

If you're feeling frisky ask for a private room

3: No Social Media

This is a private club. Many members are professionals in their every day life. Respect their privacy

4: No Fighting

You will be banned immediately and indefinitely

5: Have Fun

This is a safe space, you're with like minded people. Enjoy yourself, experiment and let loose

Seems simple enough. Lucinda thought as Bitty lead her to the bar. She could feel eyes on her as they walked, men and women looking her up and down. Bitty had let her borrow a simple and conservative black dress that left much to the imagination. But that was part of the fun as Bitty had said.

"I'm so glad you decided to come out tonight. I love goin to the club with you but this is my place." Lucinda smiled. Bitty and her were total opposites, Bitty was a kink queen. Ropes, chains, whips, outside of the office they worked at she was a Domme. She thrived in places like this. Whilst every hookup Lucinda had ever had was pretty vanilla. She tried choking once and didn't like it. Bitty said the guy didn't do it right.

"What do we do." She asked as her friend ordered them some shots. The bartender passed the clear liquid to them and they downed it quickly with no chaser. Bitty gasped, shaking her head.

"Chat. Talk to people. It's fun. But if someone cuts you off don't be offended. Some are subs with their doms and they have rules. Others are looking for a specific type, just depends. But everyone is cool." Lucinda nodded, she wasn't much of a talker but she did promise to have a good night. Bitty cleared her throat, standing from her chair and straightening her dress.

"My sub is here," Lucinda turned to see a well built man with dark skin and bright brown eyes standing in the entryway, looking at Bitty. "You okay if I go to a private for a bit?" Lucinda forced a smile.

"Sure," she said awkwardly. "Have fun."

Lucinda watched Bitty walk over to the man, take his hand and lead him away, looking over her shoulder to wink at her friend as she went. Lucinda sighed, drumming her fingers against the bar.

"Can I get you another?" Lucinda jumped. She turned to see a man, quite a few inches taller than her, leaning against the bar. He had curly brown hair and bright, beautiful green eyes.

"Sure," she said, clearing her throat. He smiled, he could tell she was nervous.

"First time?" He asked. His voice was calm and warm, a deep British accent accentuating every word he said.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Okay, okay. Do you know what you're into?" She shook her head as he handed her, her second shot.

"Not really. My best friend and roommate is a Domme. She just went in the back with her Sub. But I promised I'd try the club out." He said nothing, his eyes just trailing over her body, taking her in. He made her feel small. "I um....I've been choked before....but it felt like he was crushing my windpipe so I never tried it again." The man raised his eyebrow at her, making her feel even more nervous. "I don't know why I told you that."

"It's alright." He smiled again, she noticed a dimple imprinted in his cheek. He was extremely handsome. "He must not have done it right." The man raised his hand, "may I?" Lucinda nodded before she could stop herself. He chuckled. "I need you to use your words pet." Pet. That one word, uttered by this stranger made her insides turn.

"Y-yes." He patted her cheek gently.

"Good girl." His hand closed around her throat, but he didn't squeeze the way her ex had. His hand touches her carotid artery on either side of her neck. He squeezes gently.

She gasps, it's a head rush, she can feel her pulse in her head as the bloodflow is restricted. Her eyes roll back and he growls, it's low but it only makes her stomach flutter even more. He let's her go.

"How did that feel?" He asked her.

"Really.....really good." She said breathlessly. "My ex definitely didn't know what he was doing." The man chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"I could show you more....I'm looking for a new submissive. If you're interested, I'd love to show you just how good it could feel and be."

"Like Fifty Shades?" The man snorted.

"Don't insult me little girl. No. Christian Grey wasn't a Dom....I don't know what he was. But not a Dom." She bit her lip, looking away from him, only to have her eyes dart back up when he spoke again. "I want to bite that lip." He said in a low pure, watching as he lips parted and she let out a soft gasp.

"I...I've never...." he nodded understanding.

"I get it. You're new to all of this. We could take it slow. Explore. If it's not your thing, you can leave at any time."

"There's no contract?"

"There can be....there are. But don't worry about that right now. If you're new to the life it's important to take it easy...If you'll let me, I'd love to be the one to break you in." His eyes were darkening and she shivered at his words. He leaned forward, brushing her hair off her shoulder. "I wanted you the second I saw you little girl. You look like you could be the sweetest little thing and you're already such a good girl." She felt herself leaning into his touch, her breathing heavy as his breath fanned over her neck.

"What's your name?" She asked. He placed his hand on her arm, wrapping it around her wrist, she wasn't sure if it was to stakw some sort of claim, but she liked the idea.

"I'm Harry." He said softly. "And you are?" She couldn't concentrate.

"L..Lucinda."

"Lucinda...." her name rolled off his tongue easily, a cocky smirk on his face as he fondled the necklace, his fingers brushing against her skin and giving her goosebumps. "Seems like the Gods are smiling on me."

"You believe in God?" she asked, her heart pounding, face flushed. He hooked his finger in the necklace, pulling her closer.

"No....but if I did, I do believe I've been blessed, mi amore." his lips brushed against her ear, causing her body to vibrate. "Will you let me give you a test run? Let you see what I can do and then....if you like it, we can go from there." she looked up into his eyes, the emerald color nearly outshone by the darkness of his pupils, or maybe it was his soul. "What do you say?" Lucinda bit her lip again, she watched his nostrils flare and his eyebrow twitch when she did.

"I think...." fuck it. She hadn't been laid in over a year and she had promised Bitty she would try to have fun

And if he was horrible she could just leave and never see him again. "I think I want to see what you can do." She licked her lips. "What it would be like....with you."

He grinned. It was beautiful. He threaded his fingers through hers, pulling her away from the bar.

"Come with me pet. You've so much to learn."

[superredcorp]

RED DAUGHTER FANFIC - What if she survived?

The three Danvers sisters had stayed up half of the night talking. Well, it was mainly Kara talking, with Alex asking questions and trying to squeeze out every last detail of information about what happened.

Linda was oddly quiet but in both their enthusiasm, they didn't really take much notice of it and simply read it as attentive listening.

When Kara asked if it was okay for the both of them if they held a sister bonding day the next day, they agreed. Linda didn't even need to pretend to be excited about that because she did look forward to spending a day with Alex, getting to know the real one, the one who's name had been the only thing she remembered a few months ago. Before Lex Luthor took advantage of her.

The next morning, Kara left quite early, not without saying goodbye to her sisters with little pecks on their cheeks though. Alex had slept over at Kara's appartement, so she could start off the day with Linda.

Meanwhile, Kara was flying over to France, Paris to be exact, and trying to find the perfect café to pick up breakfast.

When she was content with her findings, she made her way back to National City where she landed nearby Lena's place and walked the rest, so there wouldn't be anyone seeing her flying as Kara in broad daylight.

Ringing the bell, she got flustered. This was the first time she had breakfast with her girlfriend. Rao. Her girlfriend.

She had been giddy when Alex had found her first girlfriend in Maggie and did all her firsts with her but experiencing this for herself... giddy wasn't enough to express what she felt.

But the nervousness just flew away when she came face to face with Lena's bright smile, welcoming her in.

She felt pure happiness and true peace.

All the anxiety and tension from the last weeks seemed to just fade away into oblivion.

(Time jump to a few hours later)

Linda and Alex were talking in the DEO when Linda's eyes landed on her twin sister and Lena walking in, hand in hand. They stopped a few feet away to laugh about something, then Kara leaned forward, wrapped her arms around Lena's neck and kissed her.

Linda felt a sharp pain in her chest area. She didn't know what was going on or why she was suddenly feeling like this. But she knew she felt it before - when she walked in on them almost kiss the day before. The only thing that she knew was she felt the intense wish to be in Kara's place.

And she assumed that there might be a plausible reason. She had read about it in a very few selected books Lex had given her. But she had no idea if she was right as she had barely any normal life experience.

"Alex?", she asked, quietly.

"Hm?"

"What does it feel like?"

"What does what feel like?", Alex was confused.

"Being in love. What does being in love feel like?", Linda replied.

Alex's eyes squinted in wonder at the question before following her sister's gaze. She seemed to realise something but before she could say anything, Kara turned around and smiled brightly upon seeing her sisters. Dragging a chuckling Lena behind her, she hopped towards them. "Hey, you guys!"

Alex decided to move the further investigation of Linda's comment to later and broke into a smile. "Hi. How was breakfast?"

Lena and Kara blushed.

"Okay, your faces speak for themselves. I suppose not only your taste buds were pleasured today."

"Alex!", Kara squeaked, the pink of her cheeks darkening to a deep red.

"Well, you're not wrong.", Lena commented, who seemingly got over being flustered fast and instead flung her arms around Kara. As she spoke, she purposefully used a very husky, sexy tone of voice. "It was really hot how you-"

"Okay, wow, stop, I don't need details! Good for you two but keep it to yourselves. Please, for everyone's sake.", Alex interrupted her with raised arms, mortified and obviously regretting the innuendo before, thus making the newly found couple laugh.

"So what's new?", Kara asked after they had calmed down.

"I called mom and she's coming for a visit tomorrow. In fact, she's gonna stay a few days, at my place.", Alex told her.

"Oh, nice! Then she'll meet Linda! Or well, you know, formally at least."

Alex smirked in a sisterly-mischievous way. "And you can give her an update on your relationship status."

Kara stuck out her tongue which Alex returned.

Lena chuckled. "You know, for a superheroine you're acting pretty childish."

"But that's one of the things you like about me, right?", Kara asked while batting her eyes.

"Sure.", Lena laughed and Kara grinned widely, leaning over for a quick peck on the lips. But Lena moved one of her hands to Kara's neck, keeping her close for a longer kiss.

"God, you guys are so cute, it's disgusting.", Alex groaned.

The two broke apart, trying to stiffle their laughter.

"Hey, I showed Lin most of the DEO but I thought, maybe you should show her that one specific thing.", Alex suddenly said.

Kara frowned in confusion. "What thing?"

Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Oh! Sure! Yes! Lin, come on, I have to show you something.", Kara said, getting excited. She turned to Lena, kissing her cheek. "I'll be back soon. Make yourself at home."

"What is it that you should show me?", Linda asked, curiously.

"Oh, you'll see... Here it is. Come on in."

They stepped inside a room and Kara went over to a desk, pressing a button.

A blue light emerged from the other side of the room and soon enough, a woman appeared.

"Hello, Kara.", Alura greeted her daughter. Her smile turned to irritarion when she noticed there were two versions of her daughter in the room.

"Mom.", Kara said happily. And seeing her other's expression quickly followed with "This is Linda. She's my twin."

Alura blinked a few times, slightly taken aback. "I think I'd know it if you had a twin."

"She exists because I seem to have accidentally touched the Horun-El back then. So technically speaking she's my doppelganger but we prefer the term twin sister because we've already adopted her into the family.", Kara summarised.

Alura stayed quiet for a few seconds, then just smiled. "Well, I'm certainly not complaining about a second daughter. It's nice to meet you, Linda."

Linda looked to Kara for guidance who replied with a nod.

The doppelganger turned back to Alura and gave a shy smile. "It's nice to meet you, too...", she hesitated, then added quietly and emotionally - never having believed to be able to use the word - "...mom."

[theangrypokemaniac]

Since I rant enough about the wizening Ma and Pa received in Sinnoh it's only right to wreak bloody rhetorical vengeance elsewhere:

However harsh it may be, I'm glad Takeshi Shudo isn't alive to witness the hateful desecration of his legacy.

...

In a universe where no one's allowed to age, why are the modern Jessie and James so withered and decrepit?

Dragon Ball has been on for more than three decades. Its stars were permitted to grow up, because the head can cope with the opportunities this offers.

Yet Goku, Krillin, Bulma et al bear a greater similarity to their younger selves than these gurning invertebrates do to Team Rocket, wearing a papery approximation of their skin.

Akira Toriyama is actually concerned about his life's work, still coming up with interesting concepts, brand-new characters, and most importantly, values his audience by keeping to the established canon.

If a Dragon Ball fan reads this, I am so jealous of you.

Consider yourselves fortunate not to have seen the thing you loved the most pulverised and the resulting glutinous mass moulded back into makeshift sloppy cadavers.

Look at the state of that man! That's a good picture these days!

Why have the eyelid lines turned into upside down bags?

And why has she collected her lashes for this particular screen shot?

On eyes with a strangely feline slant...

Has she had a face lift?

Get yer money back on that one, love.

And why has he marks under his eyes and round his flapping gob to add the hint of exhaustion?

And why don't her lips reach the edge of her mouth anymore?

And why must he display Beaver Toof, as if he's only got six pegs left?

Giving it to him but not her implies she's lost the lot, needing to gum objects for a result.

And why do her low-slung ears consist only of lobe?

And why can you see his featureless lugs? Why does his barnet stand outwards in tentacles like he's taken to wearing a floppy Starmie?

What's that's meant to be, purple dreadlocks?

And why is her hairline curved and absolutely straight, like a bad wig, apart from the perfunctory bits to the side, which I guarantee won't alter their position throughout the run?

Hair used to move about, now by law there's a set pattern which cannot change. Stamp that life out immediately.

And what's that flaccid growth between his weary peepers? Is that meant to be fringe?

PFFFT!!!

And why are her digits just as thick and oblong as his?

It ain't fingers. It's trotters.

And why's he got a back to his throat, but she hasn't?

And why are we forced to witness it? You can see all the way to his dangler!

The great gaping pink cave looks like the end of Looney Tunes when Porky Pig pops up and stammers: "That's all folks!"

Remember a lack of Beaver Toof? And triangular mouths?

Remember when Meowth was a cheeky, spirited little cat, not a middle-aged human midget, an emaciated wreck bored of it all?

Remember when it wasn't deemed necessary to expose us to internal organs?

And when James was a handsome, hysterically camp dandy, not a creepy, snot-ridden science dweeb?

And when Jessie was a beautiful, stylish young girl, hot-tempered but loyal, not a sullen, cold, reptilian, Botoxed-to-the-gills gorgon?

Remember when Team Rocket were fun? And attractive?

Remember when they had joy in their hearts in spite of their poverty? And vim? And hope?

Remember them acting with flair and imagination?

Remember when their schemes had variety?

Remember when they had more than a single disguise per era?

Remember when they had many occupations? And were good at them?

Remember when they'd have a go at everything and weren't reduced to flipping condemned meat in a grotty burger van FOR THREE YEARS?!

Remember when those in charge didn't despise them, when they got happy endings?

Remember split screens? And face faults? And background tones? And purple streaks down your cheeks?

Remember big, bright open eyes, not shrunken, sagging and empty holes afflicted by glaucoma?

Remember when Jessie had eyelashes?

Remember when Pokémon was an anime?

And when James had a fringe, not a bent swelling like a balloon animal?

And when the artist could be arsed to draw Meowth's Charm properly?

Remember when the voices weren't nails down a blackboard?

When Meowth didn't sound like a wedge of coal grinding beneath an oil-deprived door?

When Jessie's dulcet tones had a wider range that just screechy, and weren't reminiscent of a cacophonous banshee clawing her way from a bog, using her own mug as a shovel?

When James speaking didn't suggest he was at best, suffering sinus difficulties, and at worst, constantly battling to swallow his own sick from looking at her?

Mind you, I'm grateful the 4Kids cast are no longer here. They deserve better, and their presence would only validate the crude bastardisations.

Every time the guttural howls reach my poor ears a chill runs through my system, and reminds me of The Pokémon Company sacking the real dub crew in preference for a job done on the cheap.

Remember speed lines? And Pokéball-throwing animation?

Remember a new motto performance in each installment, not the same stock footage reused again and again?

Remember when it rhymed?

It shows.

Remember remembering it?

Remember when Team Rocket would walk down the street in their uniforms and no one took a blind bit of notice despite the organisation operating there?

And they didn't fanny about in one scabby polyester costume every minute they were travelling, even when NO ONE KNOWS WHO THEY ARE?

Since Unova, whilst confronting Ash and this era's soon-to-be-forgotten companions, you get this exchange:

Moron-Of-The-Week: "Who are Team Rocket?"

Ash: "They're bad guys who steal other people's Pokémon."

EVERY SINGLE BLOODY TIME!!!

WORD-FOR-WORD IDENTICAL!!!

The writers have such deep appreciation for their work they're sending in cut-and-paste scripts.

Remember blasting off when something blew up, not an explosion from nowhere, or giving it the slip with a jet pack, or abduction by a Care Bear?

Remember when the eyebrows matched the hair?

Remember when he wore it long?

Remember blue shock? And sweat drop? And hammerspace? And comedy violence?

Remember her jagged hairline? And it being RED!!!

Remember proper highlights to it, rather than the odd white lump now and again, as if sweating like a pig, or their heads are infested with giant space ticks?

Remember when they were in all the episodes? And were main characters? And on the introduction sequence?

Remember when Jessie and James used to hug? And hold hands?

And bicker as only a couple can, but you knew they'd never cope alone?

Remember when they'd fly into each other's arms under the flimsiest pretext?

Remember when they meant more to one another than just being a pair of unconnected and disembodied wraiths coincidentally walking down the same road?

And they had more than civil interactions?

Remember when she loved him as much as he loved her?

And no one else could ever take his place?

And canon wasn't infected with the ruinous depiction of her as a hard, heartless bitch barely tolerating him until someone 'better' came along, at which point she'd fuck off without a backwards glance?

'Better', as in a scabby, satchel-mouthed, gormless cretin, just to add surly insult to merciless injury.

Never has such a life-long and hardcore defender of the faith flipped into an ardent Rumishipper as I did after that episode, once I'd swept up the fragments of my soul.

Remember when they were sympathetic?

Remember when they showed human warmth?

Remember when they cared about each other?

Remember when they weren't just a jangling, distorted mess of half-recollected traits?

Remember when they weren't really evil?

Remember Rocketshipping? That was a thing once, believe it or not.

Remember when they had a conscience?

Remember when actually wicked characters turned up, and Team Rocket ALWAYS sided with Ash, rather than the nauseating spectacle of suddenly being best buds with the Boss?

Remember when they had contact with the Twerps?

Remember when Team Rocket and the Twerps loved each other in secret and would endanger themselves to save their 'enemies'?

Everything that was once good and winning about them was sucked out, degree by degree, to leave the corpse, hollow and dead, strung up on wires as a grim marionette.

I'm sure most who see this will vehemently disagree, that I'm completely wrong, that THEY like them.

Yes, you like this three, but you don't like Team Rocket. This is not them. You have yours, and I have mine, but let's not pretend they are the same.

Why, if there is no difference, would I be so hostile, when they meant so much too me?

Did you ever wonder where the original fans went, why they all departed en masse? It's not because they 'moved on' or 'matured'.

They didn't leave Pokémon. Pokémon left them.

As the makers rely so heavily on repetition (sorry, nostalgia) they arrogantly expect us to still be here, having blithely welcomed our memories minced and our canon ripped up or ripped off, apparently.

We're intended to put up with watching them lay waste to ťhe series's body, clinging on for when a rotting bone is pulled up now and again and waved at us, before they chuck it aside to continue the dismemberment.

It's been eaten from the inside out, explaining the facial collapse. Behold the beauty on show:

You see what I mean, don't you?

Don't you? No, because otherwise you'd say the same.

How anyone feels able to describe three deformed freaks as 'hot' or 'cute' I will never comprehend.

The uniform collar protrudes like a solid pipe, emphasising the pencil necks.

It gives the impression of wrinkled, leathery tortoises peering out of their shells to secure a tasty lettuce treat.

Is that pretty? No.

Is it so surprising I don't care for my favourites to resemble melted waxwork skeletons of their own dæmonic counterparts?

S&M is a most fitting name, for this is torture.

In the film Death Becomes Her, Meryl Streep and Goldie Hawn vie for the attention of Bruce Willis, both taking a serum giving everlasting youth and slimness.

The catch is it confers immortality, but not invulnerability, so when pushed down the stairs Meryl survives but is dead, her neck broken, thus she's zipped up in the morgue fridge.

When Goldie is shot with a canon she too rises, internal organs blown out.

The rest of the adventure involves the pair losing the war against time, patching up and painting over peeling grey skin, holding onto loose limbs as their bodies fall apart.

This obviously is the case here. The trio lapped the potion up at the close of Sinnoh, experienced a fatal accident and are now steadily crumbling to mush before us.

According to grave-diggers the head always goes first, so there you are then.

I have a suspicion that Giovanni lured all three to his crypt, experimenting on them to engineer his ultimate super soldier, which explains their flat, plastic appearance. Those since Unova began are the cyborgs, the real ones locked in his cellar.

You may notice I have about the lowest opinion possible of the current writing team, as they deserve.

Why should I have any respect for vindictive halfwits like this, who hate Team Rocket so much they're going out of their way to distort and uglify them, expressing the resentment in celluloid?

Jessie, James and Meowth lost their only defender in Takeshi Shudo. From that point they descended from loveable, hapless tragic figures to self-parodies (Hoenn) whiney, irritating divs dumping one another at every interval (Sinnoh), robotic, amoral scum (Unova and Kalos) and now physically repulsive minor additions (Alola and Galar). Is that trajectory all accidental?

It not that it's a new 'style' (for want of a better word), as were that the case, this hideousness would apply to the entire cast, but it's only done to Team Rocket. How could that be unless motivated by malice?

Given the sub thesps are obliged to prostrate themselves in the dust, begging fans to make their appreciation known, it smacks of desperation.

They wouldn't need to ask that were the trio treated as an integral component. They must sense the objections and are thus drumming up support to avoid the dole queue.

Are those in charge so resentful of their presence it manifests in mutilating them, keen to do anything that may alienate the fanbase, so at the first sign of a dip in popularity they can leap upon it as the perfect excuse to write Team Rocket out?

Why be surprised? These are imbeciles who reject their own canon at the close of every generation, so why care about someone else's?

If people have to harangue the writers with grovelling praise of their retcons, rehashes and all-round twatting about, butter 'em up sufficiently, with the implied threat of deserting the franchise should Team Rocket be ejected, taking their purses too, all so the smug, avaricious berks deign to put the trio in the next generation, that proves they don't want them, so how can what they write for their characters be objectively of any worth?

Team Rocket would've departed by now, were there not a palpable worry their absence might ring the death knell of the whole thing, turning off the financial tap, which is what matters.

Therefore they are retained, grudgingly, and only so long as the clamour continues at its current decibel level. If that drops it's over, and don't expect a romantic resolution. Why should pleasing you be a concern when you're to leave with them?

Ask yourself: how much of your devotion is based on what they are right now, and how much is from who they used to be?

How long can they live off past glories?

The offences done in Unova and Kalos were bad enough, but remarkably Game Freak found further depths to plumb, therefore it can only get worse.

I have of course retained the loveliest for last:

Be still, my beating heart.

No, really, be still. Stop infact. 

Planet of the Apes.

[ticklefits]

i’m still cryin to bud it’s okay :,) so the prompt is- keith and lance are basically best friends. not in a relationship, not in love, just great friends. then allura sacrifices herself. lance is messed up over it and doesnt leave his room for god knows how long. keith visits once and, seeing his friend in this state, becomes scared for the boy. without thinking he turns into his galra form without knowing and lance just tickles him and smiles cause he’s purring and gigglin andit makes his day

sorry it took so long to get this done , i was in the middle of moving and figuring things out with my job but ! here it is , hope u like it ! and thanks again for the prompt sweetie c’:

AO3 LINK !voltron | keith & lance ( platonic ) | words : 1363 

“How many times have you listened to this song, Lance?”

Despite the encasing darkness of the bedroom, the same Bebe Rexha song lulling from the stereo sitting on the nearby desk and Lance’s closed, strained eyes, it was easy to depict who’s slightly accusatory voice played in his ears. He doesn’t bother lifting his body, aching and fatigued from having been an immovable object under the covers for what felt years.

“…Don’t worry about it. What’re you doing here..?”

Keith scoffs lightly, having expected that sort of answer. “Don’t I get a hello first?”

“You didn’t give me one.”

“Fair. Rachel let me up. Told me that our sharpshooter still isn’t really feeling like his old self.”

It was Lance’s turn to scoff, complete with a tired roll of his eyes. Sharpshooter, huh? He sure didn’t feel as cool and badass as his old nicknamed suggested he was. In fact, he probably couldn’t have felt worse.

“I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.” 

It was one of the saddest lies Keith’s heard Lance try on him so far and truthfully? It caused his heart to sink. Through all of their experiences, Lance was one of the people he was the most proud of. He had blossomed so much from the beginning of their journey: from a mouthy, pride-laden, overconfident amateur pilot to someone trustworthy, intelligent, and cares so much for his team. And while it took Keith awhile to really see the development of these qualities in Lance, he is definitely one of the people that’s come to cherish him and appreciate what he’s done for them. It’s also why he’s here now, taking a break from the blade’s affairs in order to help his friend. Whether he wanted him to or not.

“Lance… C'mon buddy, just talk to me.” Keith takes a slow stride to the bed, settling on the edge of it gently so as not to startle or disturb Lance too much.

There’s silence and then a small sigh as Lance finally forces his drained frame to rise, just a little bit, so he can turn towards Keith and meet his gaze and what Keith witnesses only furthers his own distress. Even in the darkness ( perhaps thanks to his Galra genes ), he can clearly make out the bloodshot whites of his eyes & how dulled the sapphire color has become. There’s a bit of dried drool on the side of his lips and his hair’s a total mess; this is all worse than Keith could’ve imagined.

“–Hey…”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Keith. You.. already know.”

So his suspicions were confirmed. He is still torn from what happened with Allura. “Lance… I’m so sorry about Allura, we all are. But, you’re worrying people.”

“I'm… worrying people?” The tone of the query comes off a tad more .. aggressive, than Lance probably meant it to be, but he couldn’t help it, not with subtle agitation already begin to bubble in his chest.

“Well, yeah – I mean, all of us, we know you’re upset about Allura, but you gotta understand that moping in your room.. in the dark.. isn’t doing you or anyone else any favors. You’re wallowing. And if you keep going like this, you’re gonna end up.. –”

“End up like what exactly? Like you when Shiro disappeared? Obsessive and reckless and biting people’s heads off? Well, newsflash Keith, I’m not like you. Besides, who’re you to tell me how I should or shouldn’t feel? You never stopped looking for Shiro or gave up hope that Shiro would come back, even when everything seemed lost… and in the end, you got him back. I don’t get to have that luxury, you understand? I have to deal with that fact that Allura said goodbye, right in front of me! Without her… without her,  Shiro wouldn’t be alive, I wouldn’t be alive!”

At that point, Keith’s hoisted himself from the bed, slamming a gloved palm down on the blanket that surprisingly seemed to have enlarged a bit.

“You don’t think I know that, Lance?!” Keith nearly growls and Lance can swear he notices fangs elongating as he barks back at him. “Allura did so much for us, for all of us! Each and every person on Earth owes everything to her, but do you really think this is what Allura would’ve wanted you to feel, would’ve wanted you to be, about her passing?”

Okay.. now his skin’s painting over itself in a shade of purple. Lavender, maybe? No, no.. too dark for that.. maybe royal purple…

“–Keith–”

“No, seriously Lance! It’s not fair that me and everyone else here are trying to go about our lives, like Allura wanted us to with her sacrifice, but you just want to sit in the dark and sulk instead of being the greatness she saw in you! That we all.. see in you– ah!”

His statement is abruptly disrupted by something of a squeaky yelp as he felt curious digits stroking at new appendages atop his head; Lance might have gotten distracted by the Galran features that have decided to show themselves during Keith’s own outburst.

“.. Dude,” the brunet begins, soft awe and bewilderment replacing the anguish within oceanic sight, “when… did you start growing Galra ears?”

A sigh pulls from slightly flared nostrils, cheeks flushing as Lance’s fingers refuse to rest from touching him. “It’s.. not something that I can fully control. Yet. A-anyway, that’s not the point he–hehehere!” A palm swiftly raised to cover his mouth, but the giggle already did the damage. Within seconds, there’s a familiar sparkle of mischief glimmering in Lance’s eyes, the corner of his lips perking into something of a half smile as he shifts his weight to lean further and softly tickle along the shell of ears, vibrating from the rim towards the inner tenderness. The reaction is almost instant.

“L-Lance! No, knock it ohohohoff!” Keith squirms, attempting to shove the other back and away from his sensitive ears, but Lance anticipates this and quickly swerves to avoid the hands, only to better put his own to work. He migrates between small spots that he notices gives off more prominent reactions and before he realizes it himself, he’s grinning brightly and even releasing a giggle here or there.

“Keith, you feel like a teddy bear, man. This is ridiculous.” But the joy in his tone & beam of his expression is enough to keep Keith from cursing at him for teasing him like this, no matter how abashing.

“Sh-shut uhuhuhup!” He retorts, squeaking and un-intimidating despite growling underneath those words.

Wait… that’s not a growl..

“Ohhh my god, you’re purring now too?” He is way too amused by all of this new information, but he can’t deny how much fun he’s having. Keith discerns this as well and though it’s obviously at his own expense, he doesn’t find himself in real disdain at the situation.

“Lance! Aahaa– stop, stohohop already!” Even Keith didn’t realize how ticklish his Galran ears would be… and now this goofball has that knowledge too. He can only cringe at the future ordeals this was bound to bring; however, he feels Lance’s fingers start to slow and eventually, halt altogether. Blessed with a moment of fresh breath, Keith glances up towards his friend, studying his face to catch any signal of emotional relapse. He flushes with relief when Lance still bares that sweet smile of his.

“… Thanks Keith. Seriously.”

Keith’s own lips lift into another smile, genuine in his subtle delight. “Don’t mention it, Lance. We’re a team. Always will be.”

“So, does that mean you’ll let me tickle you whenever I need a pick-me-up, teammate? ‘Cause that was pretty funny.”

“Not on your life, buddy.”

It was Lance’s turn to let out a laugh, soft and almost timid as it was.

“But… for real man. Allura’s still here with us. Still watching over us and.. The whole universe. She’ll always stay with us. You know that right..?”

Lance turns, moving to push aside the curtains of the window just above his bed, permitting illumination to wash over the both of them from a gorgeous sky painted an array of pinks and baby blues.

“Yeah… Yeah, I know.”

[rosie-wise-vibes]

Pretty in Pink

Secretary AU Starter

The month following Rosie's heated 'induction' into the Cluney family is a quiet one. After her 9-5 shifts at the auto shop, she goes about her business as usual, seeing her fun single friends for drinks and gossip in the evenings, eating out sometimes but more often staying home, cooking for one and trying to stay busy. Trying not to sit staring at her phone, waiting for a call that probably won't come. Tidying the apartment, tidying it again, until the place stinks of bleach and the surfaces shine like fine glass. She finds that she has a lot of time to think, to muse over the past. She thinks about home, about her rough but loving childhood, that old garage and the long days spent there, when she was skinny kid with scuffed sneakers and bruised knees.

And she thinks about those early weeks in the city, when she had arrived here with little more than the clothes on her back, forty bucks in her purse and her head sparkling with silly vague dreams of stardom and romance. Within two weeks, she was turning tricks, working in a diner and slipping extras to the more palatable patrons; the office men with easy smiles and open wallets, only too happy to follow her into the alleyway around the back and give her what she wanted...a hard deep fuck against the wall, a little affection, and a generous tip.

But then, she had met Robert Grey, and he was different. A big man, in every sense of the word. A somebody in a city of nobodies. He wore sleek Armani suits and tipped in large single bills, but he wasn't boastful or rude about it. He did it off the cuff, almost without thinking about it, generous to a fault. He could afford it, no big deal. Rosie wasn't an idiot. She knew he was trouble. In deep with the mob, or so she had heard. But she couldn't resist him...the charming older man who looked at her with such tender warmth and made her feel like a queen.

After a whirlwind romance, a wild ride of fast cars and loud clubs, she quit her job at the diner, moved into his plush apartment, and tearfully accepted the gorgeous Tiffany ring he slipped on to her finger. And life was good, for three years...so fucking good...

They had their arguments, of course. Their little love-tiffs. She knew what Bob - or Papa, as she liked to call him -was into now, all of it, and hated how it affected their lives. It was dangerous, his friends were gentlemen scum at best, and the cops were a constant presence. Date nights were interrupted by urgent business calls. A real low-point came when they were on their way to dinner and a show, table booked for seven on the dot, and Papa took another call, ignoring Rosie's protests. He had Joey, their driver, make a detour to the docks, where the two men then disappeared into the shadowy maze of containers to 'take care of a little business,' while Rosie waited in the car alone, filing her nails and watching the clock...

And Papa was so possessive, so insanely controlling sometimes; "You don't need a job, baby. I'm gonna look after you." She did as she pleased though, despite his complaints. It could have been worse; she often went out for cocktails with the other wives, all of whom were open about infidelity in their marriages, well-aware of the various mistresses and little flings going on under their noses. It was to be endured, expected even, but Papa never strayed, not like that. Sure, he might indulge in a one nighter with some faceless nameless skirt when he was out of town for any decent length of time, and he admits it, he tells Rosie about it, if she asks. They don't keep secrets from each other. But she trusts him, and he was loyal to her when he was home, despite his faults. And he was so good to her...

But now...he is gone...on the run, laying low for a while, and she can only wait for him to come home, once the heat is off, once the cops have lost the scent and backed down, like so many times before. Rosie feels the loss like a hole in the head. She misses having her old man around, misses his smiles and laughter, his stupid jokes, the smell of his cigars and the way he seems to make a mess of the place within five minutes of stepping through the door. Shoes kicked off in hallway, discarded newspapers strewn over the vintage floral sofa they had chosen together, people coming in and out at all hours of the day. And at night...well, she tries not to dwell on it...but things were getting pretty desperate, at least before Axel came into her life.

Oh, Axel...

Rosie is very fond of her employer, and she likes to think that he is fond of her, in his own way. He's just a kid really, a lost boy underneath the tattoos and the smirking expression, the oily touch of his hands on the seat of her jeans when she moves around the office. They fuck at least once a week. The arrangement suits them both and, just as she had promised, Rosie finds that she has taken on another role in his life; she's looking after him, pouring her unfulfilled maternal instincts into their budding friendship. She tidies around the office and his rooms upstairs, takes his dirty clothes home to put in with her own laundry, and she's even cooking a little extra, cooking for two again, figuring that he could use a little feeding up. He's so skinny...

Smiling at the thought, Rosie retrieves the large Tupperware container from the fridge and makes her way out of the apartment, slamming the front door and locking it, heading down to the secure underground parking lot in the elevator. She's ready for work, dressed in tight hightwaisted jeans and a polka-dot blouse, white and red converse, her uniform hoodie tied around her waist. Her hair is pinned up, her makeup pristine but minimal. She rolls the pink 1957 T-Bird out into the sunlight, giving a friendly little wave to the familiar undercover cop car parked on the corner as she drives away. The boys in blue wave back, smiling with genuine pleasure at the sight of her, the younger officer completely smitten. Oh, Papa had gotten such a kick out of that, when he had last called and she told him about her latest admirer.

Pulling into the garage, into the little space marked out for her, she makes her way into the office to discard her purse and keys, and then she heads upstairs to see Axel. The place is deserted, it's still early, not yet time to open shop, and she figures that he's probably sleeping. Maybe hungover, or occupied with last night's company, if he had any...

She thinks better of it, leaving without knocking, heading back down to the office and sending a text instead, her painted fingernails drumming on the lid of the Tupperware box...

Good morning, asshole. You hungry? There's a portion of cannelloni with your name on it down here xxx

@i-spit-acidic-vomit

[nickki-d-k]

Trolls thing I'm writing

Ok so I've finished the first chapter of a Trolls thing I'm writing which I'm calling "Night and Day" (vague title I know), I plan on unloading it to Archive, I just haven't yet. This literally takes place right after the movie.. Like right after. Bare with me, I'm not a writer. Grammer is my enemy and words aren't good friends of mine either. Oh and it typed this on my phone so I'm now realizing the "thought italics" aren't showing up on tumblr so I apologize if some sentences don't come off as thoughts, but here's the first chapter of "Night and Day". Giggling. Yes, Branch was sure "giggling" was the appropriate word to describe the loud strange hiccup like laughs currently escaping his mouth. It's not that he'd never heard a giggle before, knowing Poppy all his life made that an impossibility. This, however, was the first time he could remember hearing himself do it. This felt foreign to him. Absurd even. But he just couldn't help it...nor did he seem to care. From high up on their elevated mushroom platform, Branch now gripped his sides as the laughter overtook him, transferring a giddy energy to his rhythmic feet as they watched their weird new moment-ruining cloud friend plummet to a fate unknown, the product of being tandem high fived out of the sky by the two trolls. He’ll be fine. He’s a cloud after all. “I still don’t get the whole socks with no shoes thing.” He smirked. Poppy looked at him quizzically, and then down in the direction the cloud guy fell, genuinely pondering the statement for a moment. “Well, if you’re up in the sky most of the time… Why would you need shoes?“ she quipped with a smirk. A quiet “Huh.” was all he could muster, a tad baffled by the unexpected logic in the joke, to which he really had no argument for. “I guess when you put it like that...” he mused, cracking a half smile. With a comforting new sense of relief and contentment, he allowed a few more precious chuckles with the newly crowned queen. What was the harm anyway? Unless Smidge dropped them of course... Naw, this is probably just another day at the gym for her. He could let his guard down, for once. They were safe from the Bergens. … For now. he allowed the troubled thought, but only for a moment, he was too preoccupied by his current reality to let his old survivalist paranoia fully take hold, all while blissfully unaware that their laughter was shifting dangerously close to silence. Too close. Too late. They were alone again. Holy hair, how long can Smidge keep this up? This is craz… wait. Why is it so quiet...? Uh oh… Oh no-oh no-oh-oh no!! Uh-uh-uh.. C’mon Say something to her, sticks for brains! Ugh! You’ve only spent THE LAST FEW DAYS ALONE WITH HER and had no problem talking to her then. Aaaaahhhh... While Branch’s mind was about to spontaneously combust, it was Poppy who finally broke the prolonged silence. “I can’t believe I finally got to hear your laugh.” she paused, smiling off in the distance before turning to meet his gaze. “You have a nice one.” She concluded. Letting those electric candy eyes linger on serene sky ones for a moment. I do?... She thinks- His eyes widened in shock, his mouth tightened. Heat engulfed him as the dark violet blush that flooded his face suddenly, seemed to set off the few glittering freckles he had, like a chain reaction of tiny firecrackers across his cheeks. Well now you have to say something. Tourmaline eyes came back for another visit, paralyzing his in the process. Silence. This is weird. I don’t like this. UGH… Just say it. He took a moment and swallowed. “I can’t take all the credit, I learned from the best.” He said, holding her gaze. Then, immediately elbowing her to drive his point home, followed by that sarcastic smirk, that could only belong to Branch. “Awwww! That’s so sweet.” she exclaimed briefly, before regaining her composure. “but nice try!” She shot up an eyebrow. “You can’t just teach someone how to laugh... It’s just something that’s already inside them.” she said, reaching up to ruffle the front part of his recently taller, not to mention more colorful, hair. The sudden sensation of fingers through his locks, and momentarily touching his scalp, caused Branch to freeze. Does she like my hair? He beamed, cheeks darkening a bit more at the thought. Nah, she’s probably just as weirded out by it as I am. He scoffed. Maybe she’s checking to see if it’s real. He got his bearings again. “Well, either way, it wouldn’t be possible… w-without you.” He managed, eyes darting away from her, sheepishly looking off in the distance, before eventually finding the courage to turn back to her again. The pink fire in her eyes still blazing. I wonder if I should... Does she want me to… “Wow.” she said, sounding truly in awe. “Hmm?” he put his previous thought away, wondering and fearing how this moment could get any more perfect. “I just can’t wrap my hair around it,” she started, eyes on his, and yet somewhere off in ‘cupcakes and rainbows’ land as well. “It’s all just so… surreal I guess.” He listened intently, a patient, albeit perplexed look on his face as she continued. “Like wow!... You’re just soooo genuinely nice, and I just… I just can’t believe, I-I mean… after all this time…” She leaned a bit into his space, causing him to flinch slightly. What’s.. happening?! Is she- “that you’d end up being…” her cheeks flushed, and she gently took his hand, pulling him even closer. Branch’s eyes widened. OH MY GAH!! Poppy’s smile grew wider “… like the greatest friend I could ever have!!” she all but yelled before pulling him into a bone crushing, and almost as equally, soul crushing bear hug. His breath was lost… for more reasons than one, maybe forever for all he knew. Friend. The moment it took for Branch to pick up the pieces of his heart, felt like an eternity, but eventually, he slowly brought his arms up returning the hug, with understandably less enthusiasm and strength than his captor. A single word relentlessly looping in his head. “I... uh.. I.. yeah.” he cleared his throat, brushing it off as best he could. “W-who’d have thought?” he let out a small, strained laugh, doing his best to hide the fact that it was completely forced. …Too good to be true… friend… of course just friends. … Stupid. How could you be so STUPID? Why in the world would you think you’d be something more? No! You don’t deserve that… her.. not after how you’ve treated her, what you've done. Hugs and pretty new colors don’t right all those wrongs. This... this is for the best. You’d probably end up hurting her somehow. You’re cursed. He steeled, bracing himself for whatever this new hell had to offer. Wanting desperately to just get as far away as possible, but… she was so close to him now, and he found it impossible to pull away. Not just yet. Hell can wait. For the moment, he brought his queen closer, hugged a little tighter, savoring paradise for as long as he could. Defying inevitability, if only for now. Being so close allowed Branch an opportunity he did not pass up. With great stealth, he turned his head toward hers, his nose nestling in magenta hair before greedily inhaling her scent. Whether or not she noticed this, she made no mention. Why does she have to smell so good? Like, if roses were candy… “This is nice.” Poppy hummed and squeezed tighter. You have no idea. “Seeeee, Hugs aren’t so bad.” she teased, eventually breaking the hug, much to his dismay. “Heh, I never said they were.” he said flatly. She deadpanned. Well, as best she could anyway, that smile always betrayed her. “Well you suuure fooled me.” She sassed, unconvinced. His ears started to droop a bit with guilt. She has a point. “It’s uh.. it’s just hard to explain.” He sighed, unable to come up with any other words to help him out. Her expression softened. “Weeell.. maybe you can try explaining it me sometime.” She offered, earning a smile from him. “Besides, it’s not like you can go running off to your bunker like always, not at the moment anyway.” She pointed out. Realization widened Branch’s eyes. Oh. Yeah. He paled, fear, panic and anxiety threatening to rear their ugly heads. His old friends. Always interrupting his life like uninvited guests. He wondered if he’d ever be rid of them. Probably not. One thing was certain though: He had to get outta here!! His gaze traveled downward and landed on the giant mushroom on which they stood, absentmindedly tracing it’s colorful designs with his eyes. A troll, momentarily forgotten, now resurfacing in his thoughts. Smidge. “Y-yeah.” He fretted, scratching the back of his head. “You know, Smidge is probably starting to get tired.” He deflected “Plus I’m getting kinda dizzy, I think it’s time to head down.. bud.” Did I just call her bud? “Y-uh.. Yeah! I mean this is Smidge we’re talkin' about here.. but yeah, we should probably go back.” She agreed, the slightest hint of reluctance in her voice. She stared at him for a moment, a playful smirk stretching across her face. “What?” he questioned, confused. “Are you suuure you didn’t think hugs were bad? Cuz you use to duck ‘em like they were poisonous snakes.” she smirked. “Like, there were times when we’d pretend to be like.. a Frankenstein version of you, runnin' around shouting ‘HUGS BAD!’ grrrr ‘SINGING, DANCING BAD!’ grrr.” She finished in her best monster voice to emphasize the joke. “Geeee… good to know.” he huffed, rolling his eyes, that familiar sarcastic edge to his words. Poppy’s smile faltered, filling Branch with instant regret. “Branch, I’m sorry!” she blurted out. “I didn’t mean-“ “No.. I get it.” he interrupted. “I know what I am… Was... Whatever.” he sighed. “Alright, brace yourself.” he advised suddenly before loudly stomping down on the mushroom platform three times, figuring that was the best to alert Smidge to start lowering them. He wondered why she even bothered with the gesture in the first place, it’s not like they needed alone time. Why did she do it? She couldn’t be as blind as him.. right? Poppy just stood there, seemingly ignoring his instructions. A sympathetic look on her face. “Branch, don’t be so hard on yourself.” she comforted, lightly placing her hand on his arm. He pulled up a confident smile for her sake. “It's cool, I’m fine.” He lied. “WOA- AHH!” he yelped as the platform jerked abruptly, unsteadying them. Instinctively, he grabbed her hand. “Poppy, you okay?” he asked, crouching a bit as the platform started lowering slowly. “All good here! Smidge does this sort of thing a lot.” she laughed. He chuckled in agreement, postponing the arduous task of trying to piece his life back together after losing everything. Again. ‘GRANDMAAAAA!!!’ ‘BRAAAAACNH!!!’ He winced as voices from his past taunted him. Ghosts haunting his mind. Luckily her sugared voice snapped him out of it. “Hey, so.. uh, being that we’re trolls and all… there’s probably gonna be a party tonight, or some form of celebration...” she hinted. “Riiight…” he drawled out, confused. “Weeell.. are you gonna come to this one?” she pleaded. He arched an eyebrow, “I suppooose... if it would please ‘Her Majesty’.” he smirked. Poppy grimaced, her adorable features scrunching up in disgust. “OOOH NO! NOPE-NOPE-NOPE! I am puttin' a stop to that RIGHT NOW!” she threatened as Branch snorted at her lack of an assertive tone. “And yes,” she composed herself. “yes it would please me.” she admitted. “Then I’ll be there.” he returned, with a wink. She stared dumbfounded for a second before shrieking with joy, causing him to cup his sensitive ears. Ugh. This was going to be a looong night. The platform jerked again suddenly as the speed increased, causing Poppy to stumble completely… only to land in Branch’s already prepared arms. She looked up, surprised eyes meeting each other. Or was it? Yeah, maybe it wouldn’t sooo bad, he considered as his arms were suddenly cradling the pink queen. It was a nice feeling. That is until that stupid platform jerked once more. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” he screamed as they plummeted due to the downward speed rapidly picking up in pace. Poppy seemed to be taking it with a little more grace than him as they held on to the edges… and each other, trying to endure the rest of their.. now very direct route back to the ground. “DAAAAAMMIIIT SMIIIIIIIIIDGE!!” he yelled, he was gonna be sick. Please don’t throw up on Poppy. Please don’t throw up on Poppy. Please don’t throw up on Poppy.