#MY BABYGIRL'S GOT THE CROWN!!!!!!

[cyberdragoninfinity]

OK IM BACK once again here to draw my blade and spread propaganda for my GIGANTIC WONDERFUL ROBOT NICHEFAV APORIA!!!!!

look. i love ishizu, she's awesome, she's one of the best ygo gals I think. BUT. LISTEN TO ME. IN THIS MATCHUP SHE IS ABSOLUTELY NOT THE MORE UNDERRATED CHARACTER. ishizu has a behemoth of a 20+ year old fandom standing at her side!!! she gets FICS and BIRTHDAY ART and is a CELEBRATED AND IMPORTANT MEMBER OF YUGIOH DUEL MONSTERS' CAST. And NO important and reoccurring Duel Monsters character is ANYWHERE NEARLY AS UNDERRATED. AS APORIA FROM YUGIOH 5DS.

do you know how many fics are tagged with Aporia's name on AO3?? TIME'S UP IT'S

24. twenty four. total. over half of which he does not play a prevalent role. (source: i have read. all of them. i am starving.) TO PUT THIS IN PERSPECTIVE, MEANWHILE, ishizu has. um.

again, love ishizu to bits, i adore her. but THIS IS A BATTLE OF WHO'S THE LESS APPRECIATED CHARACTER. AND SHE IS APPRECIATED, VERY MUCH AND QUITE A BIT. PEOPLE STRAIGHT UP FORGET APORIA EXISTS. OTHER 5DS FANS FORGET APORIA EXISTS. they stuffed my big man in the back but baby that just makes him dessert at the end of a delicious meal and nobody but like 12 people know about this and care about him.

he carries on the torch of yugioh having cool as fuck villains and thoughtful character arcs and i love him so much. VOTE APORIA!!! SHOW SOME LOVE TO A BIG BEAUTIFUL YGO SPINOFF BEAST

ROUND 2 SIDE A MATCH 2

APORIA MEMBER OF ILIASTER FIGURE OF DESPAIR VS ISHIZU ISHTAR HOLDER OF MILLENNIUM NECKLACE

[titaswrld]

deadpool!

….as your boyfriend.

description: deadpool as your boyfriend!

pairing: deadpool x you!

contains: 18+, mentions of sex!

|an: just saw deadpool & wolverine.. couldn’t help myself.

- awful with emotions but always finds a way to make up for things whether through humor or sex.

- speaking of humor you’re never not laughing with him, or bickering, or fucking

- you’re the only person he can actually feel vulnerable and comfortable with, he cherishes that and he loves you so much for that.

- you’re his person, he would genuinely kill for you if it meant he would lose someone so important in his life.

- if someone makes you sad, mad or uncomfortable ooo…not his babygirl.

- he usually doesn’t keep people or friends in his loop often, they could find him annoying or over the top but not you.

- you love absolutely everything about him, his outlandish humor, his extroverted personality, his big ol’ mouth. you think it’s so hot.

- so hot when he’s mean to you so hot when he’s soft with you

- you literally bicker like two teenage girls all the time and he always somehow clocks your tea it’s ridiculous but you also find it impressive that he always has something to say that you cannot come back from😭

- god you need to pray that no man ever even has the thought of coming on to you… he’ll experience some banter with your boyfriend before it’s lights out.

- not only are you his but he’s yours! he’s super loyal and if he can’t get someone to back off , you sure will!

- you’re always having fun with him date nights are some of the best times of your life, he always finds a way to entertain you no matter what you’re doing.

- always gotta hand somewhere, your ass, a singular cheek, a titty, somewhere. how could you expect him not to! you’re all his.

- you literally have him wrapped around your finger, he’d do absolutely anything for you.

- also always bullying you he is so straightforward😭

“hon that has got to be the ugliest shirt i’ve ever seen on you”

“wade-“

“i know you got better in that closet that i snoop through and try on all your clothes when you aren’t home now go!”

- he’s so tall so if you’re short oh wow…you’re never catching a break

“soooo how’s the weather down there.” wade said, placing his elbow on the crown of your head.

“prick…”

…

“yeah that’s enough of that dirty mouth!” your boyfriend had announced before bending down and wrapping an arm around your behind, throwing you over his shoulder and positioning his palm on your ass.

“god, wade put me down!” you’d laughed playfully hitting his back.

“don’t make me have to spank you!” he said, lighting pinching your ass.

- do not get an animal bc it will quickly become his center of attention and he will defend it over you.

“wade, we’re having my mom over please put it in the room”

“ugh…she’s so mean isn’t she sugar?” he’d said stroking your pet, followed by a “yes she is yes she is!” as the animal licked his face.

sigh.

- good lord we got a cuddle monster on our hands!

- absolutely adores any type of affection and practically begs you for it 24/7. he loves being little spoon specifically. also loves it when u scratch or message his back, bc that also gets him going..

- speaking of, you got this guy rock solid 24/7

“hungry for seconds?” he joked, hugging you from behind and pressing his hardened cock against your ass.

“we literally jus-“ you’d started just to be interrupted mid sentence.

“so! cmon baby throw a dog a bone.” he muttered, hand already gripping your inner thigh.

you’d sighed, god you can’t resist him.

- it doesn’t matter what you’re doing he finds anything you do hot i stg

- a M-U-N-C-H! for life, literally came in his pants from eating you out once! he loves making you feel good.

- a goofball during sex he cannot do shit seriously😭 he be talking you and your pussy thru it!

- again, if you’re petite god help you bc he is large.

- babe, you better match his freak because yall doing anything.

- trying a new thing every night multiple times bc that sex is never vanilla and that dick is never tired! at some point he’s just making positions up😭

[littlefreya]

Pictures of You

Summary: While Sy is deployed, his new girlfriend sends him nudes, and now he must take care of 'business' himself while fantasizing about the things he would do to her.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x himself x OFC

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), pure smut, graphic depiction of sex (male x female), male masturbation, bodily fluids, accidental creampie, dirty language, punishment, Freya using "peach". Being caught in the act. A bit of fluff. Not beta'd.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, translating, copying it, or parts of it and claiming it as your own*

A/N: It's been a while since I posted. I am working on a series (plural), but I got inspired by a lovely anon today. I'm not sure if I'm tagging anyone since my tag list is probably outdated and I'm not sure who still wants on. So, if you enjoyed, reblog, or comment, let me know. I'd appreciate it. 🖤

Pictures of You

At last, night unfurled, and the camp became quiet. 

The glorified Captain retired to his quarters, exhausted from a day of training recruits and tedious paperwork. This deployment would be long, and though he loved being The Captain - Logan Syverson was beginning to miss home.

It was all because of her. Sy shouldn't have caught feelings, long-distance relationships were never his thing, but damn, she was something else; a woman way above his league, pretty, hot as hell and way too smart to be with a military grunt like him.

Needless to say, fucking her made him feel like a god. 

Stripping down to his boxer, Sy slumped into his bed with a huff and reached for the private cell phone stuffed in his drawer. 

Twenty unanswered messages appeared on the screen—three of them from her.

Joy painted his face at the sight of her name. Ignoring everything else, he went directly to read her messages.

“Missing my big Sy”, the first message read. 

The other - “something to make you think of me.”  

The last message was simply an attachment. Curious, Sy tapped it open.

‘Fucking hell.’

The unmistakable pang of desire instantly surged through his groin. 

There she was, his sweet woman, naked and spread open like a present unwrapped, especially for him. She was sitting on her bed, one breast gripped by her palm with her nipple peeking through dark-painted nails while her other hand toyed with the sweet peach between her thighs. 

“Fuck,” Sy muttered. Already rock-hard. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged the hefty bulge through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a deep groan from under his breath. 

‘What are you doing to me, babygirl?” 

It wasn’t just her naked body and the way her finger teased her own slit, but the look she gave him, the familiar neediness in her gaze, the way she bit her lip. 

Damn, if she was here right now… He’d fucking punish her for teasing him so bad! He’d pin her to the wall with his hand around her throat and show her what happens to naughty girls who like playing such wicked games. 

Now he had three fucking months to go, and all he could think of was how bad he wanted to be inside her tight little cunt.

‘Well, guess I’ll have to take care of this myself…’

Springing his cock free from his boxers, he ran his rough fingers up and down the length of his imposing shaft - slow at first, as Sy enjoyed taking his time, just as he would with her. His thumb rolled across the crown of his cock, gently grazing the tip while he imagined flipping her against the pitted wall in this room. Make her take it from behind so he could look at that perfect rounded ass of hers and watch his cock slipping in and out of her body. 

Still holding the photo open, he focused on her succulent cunt before spitting onto his open palm and griping himself once again. Tighter this time, he squeezed onto his girth and began to fuck his own hand. 

Pants and groans sputtered from his mouth, his chest heaving as he gradually picked up the pace. In his fantasy, he parted her ass cheeks and teased her dripping little hole until she begged him to fuck him. Then he forced himself all the way in, making her cry out. 

The sounds of her moans echoed in his memory, so helpless and desperate at the same time - he was nearly too much for her; that narrow cavern of hers could barely take his leviathan cock, but still, she took every pounding, becoming wetter around his shaft as her body not only yielded to accommodate him but lured him deeper inside. 

“I want inside you, babygirl…” Sy mumbled out loud, his hand now moving in ecstatic fervour. Sweat dripped down the contracting muscles of his abs. Soon, he felt himself swell even larger, and his sack strained with the desperate need for release. 

He tightened his grip, now choking his shaft and thinking of how it felt when she came around him. How she contracted all around his cock and shattered like glass smashing on the floor.

“Don’t come inside….” She’d warned him. She wasn’t on the pill. But this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from filling her full of his cum, and maybe… he wouldn’t want to… 

It was his fantasy, after all. 

“FUCK!!!” 

With the image spilling inside her, he allowed himself to be swept by the fierce waves of pleasure, his entire body buzzing with bliss as hot, thick ribbons of ecstasy spilt over his fingers. He might have shouted too loudly, but it’s not like he ever gave a fuck. 

It took Sy a few good minutes to climb down to earth, and then he chuckled hoarsely as he noticed the mess he had left on his hand. Shaking his head, he reached for a towel and wiped himself clean before returning to gaze at her photo. 

“What am I gonna do with you, doll?”

Well, there was an idea. He could repay the favour by sending her a photo of himself. Usually, he was against this type of stuff, but what she did was particularly risky for a woman, and if she was bold enough to treat him, he could do the same. Besides, they had three months until they could meet again. He better make sure she remembered who she belonged to.  

He stroked himself lightly. Still semi-hard, he wondered whether he could work himself to another erection this soon when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mother of f…. One moment !!!” 

Sy yelled. Irritated, he briefly tucked his shaft back in his boxers and jumped out of bed. The room smelled rancid, but Sy couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on a shirt as he rushed to the door.

“What?” He grunted before getting to see who was on the other side.

‘Well, fuck me sideways.’

It was a woman because why the hell not? Private Hicks, to be precise. The young thing’s eyes flared with surprise and then snapped to the floor to avoid staring at her sweaty, half-naked superior, but not before catching a glance of his hairy, tattooed chest and the semi-erected bulge in his groin.

The strong scent of sweat and sex hit her nostrils like a smack in the face. It took everything not to curl her face. There was no need to put two and two together to realise what she had just intruded. 

“Sir.” Hicks saluted in badly hidden embarrassment. 

Sy let out a deep sigh. Clearly, she knew what he was doing before she arrived. She probably heard him come all over himself right before knocking. Frankly, he wasn’t ashamed. 

“Get on with it, Private.”

“Sir,” she repeated, her voice a slight tremble. “ I’m sorry to bother you… but the Major asked me to get you.” 

Sy scratched the back of his head and groaned deeply. “Tell him I’ll be there in 10.” 

Without any other comment, he shut the door, leaving Hicks to wander back to the Major’s office, all shaken and quaking. 

As she walked away, she couldn’t help but bite her lips. All across her body, she felt those little electric streams of excitement, and her breath suddenly became shallow. She shouldn’t have thought of her superior like this, on what he did behind that closed door just a moment before she arrived, but Captain Syverson was too hot to handle and, needless to say, too loud. 

Well, she’d have to take care of herself later…

[wcbblife]

Paige as a mom HCs

a/n: so, I'm just going to drop this here and act like I didn't just stop writing for like months. Sorry people... I'll try and get some stuff out but it's so hard to write these days. Excuse any errors!

Beach days are a must for her. She loves to collect seashells with her kid so that they can make necklaces or even decorate their fishtank back at home.

“Mamma check this one out!” Paige cranes her neck back to see the huge seashell held way too close to her face. “Woah baby. I think that one’s way too big to take home.” She watches as Mia pouts, head dropping low together with her shoulders. “But... I guess we could make an exception.” Paige opens the small bag in her hands, smiling as she watches Mia waddle over to her and drop it in with the rest of them.

Unprompted 12 am trips to buy snacks with her kid.

“Mamma we’re out of string cheese.” Mia pouts, pressing on the dispenser at the top of the can, hearing nothing more than the air inside the tin. “Awe dang it.” She matches the pout on her lips, halting her hand currently opening the packet of salted crackers. They stay in silence and a smile settles on her face. “You wanna go with me to buy some? "Can we do that?” She leans in, whispering, as if she were afraid to get caught. “Sure we can,” Paige shrugs, “But you have to be quiet. Mommy is sleeping.”

Videogame house tournaments that always end up with you eliminated first.

“Mamma, I’m gonna beat you this time.” She squeezes her controller, little face twisted in concentration. “In your dreams, princess.” Paige chuckles, choosing her character on smash. “My money’s on Mia.” You mumble from the floor, currently situated between Paige’s legs. “Hey.” She hisses, squeezing your sides softly with her legs as Mia lets out a string of giggles.

She actually gets sad whenever she thinks about her kid moving out for college even if she's still a baby.

"Paige?" You call out from your room. You swear you've searched the whole house for her and no matter how much you call out you're met with silence. "I'm in here." She mumbles into the hallway from the nursery. You're quick to walk over, creaking the door open slowly. Paige is sitting on the rocking chair, baby in her arms. Even with your presence in the room, she can't seem to tear her eyes away from her daughter. "You ok baby? I've been calling you." Careful not to wake your daughter, you shuffle over to her, leaning down to whisper. Paige turns to look at you and that's when you see it. Her eyes are red, dried-up tears reaching all the way down to her chin. "You've been crying?" Instinctively, you reach over to cup her chin. "What's wrong?" A few seconds pass and Paige looks back down to her babygirl. "She's going to leave us." Confused, you freeze next to her. "What?" "Mia. She's going to grow up and leave one day" You chuckle, suddenly feeling a bit more relieved. "Baby, Mia's only a year old. You'll have some time between now and then." Paige's lips quiver again as the tears start to come back. You smile, bending over to plant a kiss to the crown of her head. "I'll make you some coffee sweetheart."

Her whole team is obsessed with Mia.

"Mia, come here." Paige calls for her, almost exasperated. No matter what she did Mia just didn't seem to listen. "You want to do press with me?" "Brink!" Mia shrieks, running over to the center with her arms extended upward. The blond smiles, bending over to scoop Mia up into her arms. "I can take her, Paige." Before Paige can get another word out, Cameron cuts in. "Seriously dude. I got her." Paige sighs, "Thanks, Cam." Cameron walks away into the other room and Paige sees the team huddle around the center to coo at her girl.

Paige's favorite thing is picking up her kid from school.

Paige watches as the teacher walks over to Mia, tapping on her shoulder softly and pointing where the guard was standing. Immediately, Mia drops the crayon on her hand, rushing over to Paige and hugging her knees. Paige picks her up, covering her face with kisses, enjoying the way that Mia giggles. "I got you something." Mia stops laughing, cheeks red from laughter. Paige shows her a bad, filled with cookies from her favorite shop. Mia hugs Paige's face, tiny hands barely circling around Paige head. "Thank you, mamma."

[baby-yongbok]

Take My Offer?

Boyfriend!Bang Chan x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Smut? It's suggestive but also sweet?? Words Count: 1k + Fake texts Warnings: Jealousy, Mentions of cheating note: Chan is referred to as Chris + No use of Y/N a/n: This started as a fake text but then I thought it might be better if I wrote it? So I did both.

✧ Masterlist ✧

You thought it was a good idea to bring Chris to your best friend's housewarming party. He’s never really met your full circle of friends so you figured that this would be the best opportunity to show him off. You’d never admit it to anyone but you were really looking forward to seeing the look on your not-so-close friends' faces when you walked in with Chris on your arm and their reactions certainly did not disappoint. Almost everyone had to do a double take when you introduced them to your man but the glowing crown of victory was swiftly knocked off of your head when you saw her.

The girl that makes it a mission to flirt with or even steal anyone’s boyfriend that she can and of course that’s the girl that Chris ends up bumping into in the kitchen. He left you on the couch to grab you both a brownie from the snack display and now he’s got her laughing about god knows what with that damned smirk on his lips. That smirk is for you only. Why is he giving it out like candy to women he doesn’t even know! 

That was enough for you to text him and now you’re here, watching with crossed arms as he excuses himself from the conversation, nodding his head towards her politely before setting his sights on you. He’s quick as he crosses the room, taking his previous seat beside you and sighing when you turn away from him.

“What was this about me cheating on you?” His breath is hot on your neck as he whispers to you. The feeling mixed with the sound of his voice is almost enough to sweep your annoyance under the rug. Almost. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” He snakes his arm around you and pulls you into his side, ignoring the ogling eyes of your friends scattered across the living room. “You seemed real comfortable over there.”

“I was being friendly, baby.” His light chuckle earns an eye roll from you. “I never pinned you as the jealous type.” 

“I’m not jealous.” 

“Then why did you insinuate that I’m cheating on you with a woman that I just met?” 

“You were smiling at her.” He raises an eyebrow as he takes a second to study you. Are you really upset at him? “Look at me.” His voice is soft but there’s a certain ring to it that you can’t quite put your finger on but that doesn’t matter because you don’t plan to listen anyway.

“Babygirl.” He calls for your attention and sighs when you continue to ignore him. You part your lips to speak but the words die on your tongue when he takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger to turn your gaze to his. “Listen to me, okay?”

You huff a breath that you weren’t even aware you were holding as you maintain eye contact with him. You’re still mad but looking deep into Chris’ honey eyes is not something that you could ever pass up. They’re just sparkly and pretty and - what the fuck, you’re supposed to be mad at him.

“I’m yours.” His voice is loud enough that anyone standing by you could hear him and you’re more than positive that a couple people around you did actually hear his profession. “Only yours, always yours. No one else here catches my eye.” 

You’re hanging onto his every word like velcro and you can’t help but to feel your heart - and something else - flutter at the sound of his voice. “Want me to stop smiling at people?” He asks, a smirk adorning the very lips that your ‘friend’ was staring at. 

“Just her.” You huff another breath as you allow yourself to melt a bit into his touch. He moves his hand from your face so that it’s resting on your thigh. Tracing over the skin peaking through the slit in your skirt. “She’s a total homewrecker. Can’t be trusted with anyone’s man.” 

Chris nods his head slowly as the information sinks in. “That explains why she asked how long we’ve been dating and if we live together.”

“She did what?” Your blood is boiling in an instant and your eyes start darting around the room to find that ratty woman but Chris steals your gaze back before your eyes land on her. 

“Don’t worry about her.”

“But she -”

“I don’t even remember her name, baby.” He scoots a bit closer to you which seems impossible with the way that he’s practically a part of your body already. “I don’t remember anything about her. Every other woman is featureless compared to you.”

The blush on your cheeks lets Chris know that he’s successfully talked you down from your ledge of anger but you keep your fake attitude to maintain the edge that you had before. You can’t let him off that easily. “You can stop sucking up to me now.”

“Do you believe me?” He smirks down at you and you avert your gaze to avoid smiling like an idiot. Maybe you can let him off that easily cause he’s sweet and he loves you or whatever - Ahh gosh he totally loves you. “Yes, I believe you.”

You roll your eyes with a smile and Chris laughs at your attempt to sass him. “I have an offer for you.” You stare back at him with pinched brows but his smile doesn’t waver. “Let’s get out of here and I’ll show you that I don’t care for anyone else but you.”

You smile in an attempt to distract him from the way that you shiver in his hold. “What did you have in mind?” He leans closer, his lips brushing the shell off your ear.

“Take a picture of me tasting your pretty cunt.” Your thighs press together, his filthy words and his husky voice whispering in your ear can and most likely will turn you into niagara falls if he keeps it up. “Then send it to whoever you think wants me.” 

“Are you serious?”  You whisper back and he pulls back to catch your gaze. He doesn’t even need to verbally confirm his offer, the look in his eyes is telling enough. 

“So serious.” He leans in, placing a quick kiss to your lips. “Wanna take the offer?”

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[melrodrigo]

music nerds

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jenna stumbles upon a tiny vinyl shop, and thinks the employee is mighty cute.

A/n: here it is nerds, my first jenna fic. Was in a silly goofy mood, I miss my babygirl so.

It started at the vinyl shop. You, rearranging the different records into the correct sections, stood humming absentmindedly to the tune of the song playing.

“How’s my favorite employee of the month doing?” Your coworker (and best friend) Harry pipes up, leaning on the shelves opposite you.

“You can stop calling me that, we both know the only reason I got crowned this month was because you missed six days and I had to cover for your ass.” You mumble, slightly annoyed. It had been a long day, with customers shuffling in and out without ever buying anything. It didn’t help that the only customers Harry attended to were girls he thought were cute.

He nudges you a little, trying to prompt you away from rearranging the vinyls.

When you don’t answer, he huffs a little and then makes his way to the back—no doubt about to take a nap—where he’ll stay until closing time.

You sigh softly, shaking your head.

Even though you loved Harry to shreds, you hated being his coworker. He could be trusted with nothing.

You move over to the next section, swaying a little to the tune, losing yourself in the music.

You’re aware of the jingle of the bell that indicates someone has entered as you shuffle through the records.

They could take care of themselves for just a few minutes, you reckon.

Soft footsteps sound from behind you, and the sound of someone putting a stop to the music makes you frown. Then, there’s a tiny scratching noise before the melody of I am Controlled By Your Love by Helene Smith sounds through the tiny store.

You can’t help the tiny smile that envelops your face; and the surprise that echos through your mind. You’d just found out about this song, while scrolling through a playlist someone had made for your celebrity crush, Jenna Ortega.

Apparently she liked the song, if you remembered correctly from watching one of her interviews passingly.

“Great choice.” You tell whoever put it on, still not turning to face them.

“Thanks, I’m surprised this place has it. I’ve been looking for weeks.” A girl answers, and it sounds vaguely familiar.

“Well, we sure do. One of the best vinyl stores in the country if I do say so myself.” You smile, finally finishing tampering with the discs and turn to your customer.

It takes everything in you to not gasp out loud—standing in front of you was the Jenna Ortega.

You feel your hands grip the shelves just a little tighter, and you prayed to god that Jenna didn’t see the blush very quickly climbing up your neck.

“One of the best, huh?” She smiles, and you swear you could feel your heart physically melt.

She looks, if not better, exactly like in the pictures. It’s surreal, this person you see almost everyday on your phone, standing in front of you.

She’s wearing a black turtleneck sweater and some baggy jeans. There are sunglasses blocking her eyes, maybe to try to avert attention, but you could tell in an instant who she was.

You think she knows too, by the way she’s smirking a little.

“Yeah, and there are a ton of artists just like the one you just put on, at the back corner over there.” You point with shaky fingers, cursing yourself for looking so stupid.

She nods and disappears further into the store, and you breathe out in relief.

Holy shit! Jenna Ortega!

You place a hand over your heart, reminding yourself to be normal and check if you’re still breathing.

“Uh-I’m sorry. I couldn’t find it. Where did you say?” She pops her head out from one of the shelves, cocking her head to the side.

You grab your bearings, determined to not make a fool of yourself.

You were an employee. Just an employee helping out a confused customer.

“It’s hard to find, believe me I know.” You smile reassuringly, sauntering over to where she was standing.

“Here, just follow me.” You say, weaving through the maze that was this tiny vinyl store.

She bumps into you a few times, saying a soft sorry as she does. You placate her worries with soft it’s okays everytime she does.

“Ahah! Right here. My pride and joy.” You beam, getting used to having her so close and relaxing.

“What would you recommend?” She muses, flicking through the artists.

“Well, I’m a Beatles girl myself,” You tell her, looking over the records, “but I am a sucker for The Mamas & The Papas.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, and you hold your hands up in defeat.

“I know, I know! I’m a mainstream whore.” You say before you can stop yourself, something definitely inappropriate to say to a customer.

Jenna lets out a little giggle, fast like she can’t help herself.

You take the opportunity to keep talking, since she seems interested in the music over here.

“But, there is another artist somewhere here, I think you’ll like.” You wink, then mentally face palm yourself.

You turn back to the records in order to hide your expression, finally finding the guy you were looking for.

“Frank Zappa.” You explain as you hand it over to her. “An instrumental.”

She looks at it thoughtfully, inspecting the album art; then looks up at you and smiles. Her brown eyes make you want to cry and scream, but you keep your composure.

“You have nice eyes.” She murmurs, eyes flickering over your face. Then, just as fast, she turns away and walks back the way you came.

“What just happened.” You breathe once she’s out of earshot, carefully walking back to the cashier.

She’s waiting, texting someone on her phone.

When you slide up behind the counter, all flirty smiles, she tilts her head.

“Took you long enough.” She teases, scrunching her nose in embarrassment unconsciously.

You stutter endlessly, trying and failing to come up with an excuse. It all comes out in one jumbled poor excuse of a sentence that you try to cover up with a cough.

You slide her things over and scan them, not daring to look at her probably smug face.

“That’s all.” You say, somewhat bashfully, stealing a glance back at her.

Her eyes flicker with something you can’t quite place, but something you can certainly feel. Warmth envelops you whole, your knees turning into jelly.

You put her stuff into a plastic bag, hand them over, and bite back the hitch of breath when your hand grazes hers.

She bites her lip thoughtfully, shifting on her feet. The bag is in her hands now, she’s free to leave.

But still, she stands there, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something.

You try and prompt her out of her thoughts, murmur a quiet, “Anything else?” and watches as she takes out her phone and pushes it to your side of the desk.

“Yeah. Your number.” She squeaks, blushing a faint pink. She clears her throat and says it again, in a tone deeper than before.

It takes absolutely everything in you to keep your mouth shut. It desperately desperately wants to drop, not quite computing what is really happening.

You take it before she can change her mind, quickly jamming in your number and taking a quick photo for the profile.

She beams as you hand it back to her, not bothering to stop the cheeky satisfied smile that wants to take over her lips.

“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” She asks, and you nod adamantly, forgetting all pretense of chill.

“Right. Uh huh. Super!” You call out as she makes her way out the door, shaking her head at your dorkiness.

“Holy shit!” You yell this time, breathing out a huge sigh of relief you didn’t even know you were holding.

You’re rooted to the spot, afraid that if you move you’ll wake up and this’ll all be a dream.

“Wha-What happened?” Harry comes tumbling out the back door, plastic baseball bat in hand.

You lock eyes with him and let yourself fall down into the nearest chair, all wild eyes.

“I just got Jenna Ortega’s number!” You tell him, letting your hands run through your hair, happy and stressed.

His eyes narrow, then he shoots you a lopsided smirk.

“Sure you did.” He says, letting the baseball bat fall beside him, guard down.

“No Harry, she really came in here! And asked me for my number!” You yell, exasperated.

You can tell he doesn’t really believe you, but all it takes is one good look at your face, all white and red at the same time, and he’s widening his eyes comically wide.

“No fucking way.” He gushes, sliding over to sit beside you. He practically preens over you, all questioning eyes.

“Well what did you do?” He pushes, waiting for you to elaborate.

You tell him the whole story, slightly reveling in his reactions. He never fails to make you laugh at his comments.

“So…what now?” Harry asks after a minute, raising his eyebrows.

You sigh. “I don’t know, I guess I’m gonna have to wait for her to call me. Who knows how long that’s gonna take.”

“Well, you better be ready for her when she does. Oh my god we so need to do a makeover.” He rambles, turning on his phone to look at hairdressers nearby. You lean back into your chair, overwhelmed.

For now, you’re worry-less. Jenna Ortega just asked for your number, and you think you couldn’t be luckier. The only thing to do now was wait, and so you do.

[fanaroff]

The blorbos in my head finally taken form!

My lamb’s name is Faustitas, Faust for short. When captured for that final sacrifice, Faust was shaved of their wool. It took a while to grow it back. They have scars from the manacles that fade over time, but the neck scar from their first death, stays. Originally, the design of their fleece was the normal one you see in game, but they quickly decided it was basically a curtain that just got in the way and opted for sleeves. Dagger or claw preference in weapons.

Narinder gets to have a jumpsuit. As a treat. It’s easier to do physical work in them than the cloak that he spent the first five years of his indoctrination wearing. He has chain-rub shaped scars on his chest, wrists, and ankles. He spent the first decade or so absolutely despising Faust before he finally began tolerating them. In this time, Faust’s personality changed from bubbly (and thirsty for revenge) to withdrawn in the wake of his hatred. He was their dear friend before and Faust doesn’t quite get why he hated them so after being friends for well over a hundred years with him being The One Who Waits. So they feel hurt and betrayed. That and Narinder wanted to kill them for the Crown-

The plan is that, instead of the Lamb trying to woo babygirl, babygirl realizes he fucked up a bit and actually wants to get their friendship back.

Brainrot time-

[cheeseceli]

When their S/o is taller than them

Pairing: skz!Ot8 × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: what either skz or bts would be like with a tall s/o? (5’8”) and while I’m here I just want to say I really love your writing and I look forward to reading your fics <3

Warnings: one kill joke in lee know's, not proofread at all, I think that's it.

A/n: thank you so much for the lovely words 🤍 as a (kinda) tall girl I love to think about this lmao. BTS version here !

Bang Chan

Hugs all the time. He just LOVES how your hugs seem to be different (and better) than anyone else's. Maybe it's because of your height or for the simple fact that you are you but he adores how warm and safe he feels in your arms. His favourite hugs from you are the ones that you either back hug him when he's distracted and put your chin on his shoulder OR when you hug him normally but add a kiss to the crown of his head. He falls more and more in love with you after every hug.

Lee Know

You know he's never gonna admit this but he loves the height difference. Your teasing gets 200% more efficient just because of it (but he'll kill anyone who points out how his ears are getting a little too red). When you guys were just friends but he already had a crush on you, he'd get truly flustered if you got closer than usual, like you were towering him - and he still does, he just likes to pretend he doesn't tbh lmao.

Changbin

We all agreed that this man would have and love and support a taller s/o to the extreme. He's like your personal cheerleader, always making sure to let you know that you are BEAUTIFUL and he loves every single detail about you - your height included. The first to tell people to shut up if someone ever comments on the height difference with a rude tone. Like, he will NOT accept someone trying to say shit about your relationship, especially when it's something he loves so much.

Hyunjin

It doesn't matter if you're one centimeter taller or a whole ruler taller, he's in love and he thinks that your height makes you look ethereal even. If you're up to it, he'll definitely buy you high heels and encourage you to wear them on any occasion that's possible. Finds it kinda fun how he has to tilt his head up in order to kiss you and always ends up giggling over this, even after years of doing it. He's just that enamoured, can you blame him?

Han

Oh he's enjoying this a bit too much. Feel free to reach all the tall shelves for him and open every can/jar. He has the babygirl reputation for a reason lmao. Jokes aside, I think he'd really enjoy a taller s/o, no matter what your height is. Has literally no patience to outsiders "teasing" and making rude comments about this dynamic, he'll quickly shut them up. (Also, get prepared to lift him up if you're strong enough like that video of him with lee know because when I said he's enjoying this I meant it😭)

Felix

HE LOVES IT. You can't tell me that he doesn't get all flustered and giddy over the height difference, I won't believe you if you do. One thing that I believe he'd love to do would take mirror pics with you. Like, the way that you can see that you're taller in the picture just makes him smile for some reason (he's whipped). His phone's wallpaper is most definitely a picture of you two like that. I also believe that he thinks it's cute the way he has to tiptoe to kiss your cheek (it is).

Seungmin

You can be the taller one, but he's the one defending you and giving you the royalty treatment all the way. One thing that I think he'd love tho is to steal your clothes. So like, if you left a sweatshirt in his place or something like this, don't expect to have it back so soon. He actually loves how he is just kinda engulfed in your (indirect?) warmth and he has something bringing him closer to you even when you're not near. And he kinda likes to flex that "this is from my partner" lmao.

I.N

Other one to get all shy over the height difference but never let you know about it (actually, you'll know. It's just so obviously shown in his face, just don't let him know that lol). But besides the casual flustering state he finds himself on at times, he really doesn't mind it. I'd say he barely notices it. When he does tho, he finds you extremely beautiful, like those ancient greek statues, and even sexy if I may.

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Logan x Reader pt.8

Not me and my mate watching Deadpool and Wolverine again

I forgot how mean and scrungally he is

I need him

<< Part 7 Part 9 >> Masterlist

Babygirl: party on saturday?

Y/N: Wade? Is this you?

Y/N: Did ya change your name on my phone?

Babygirl: shshsh

Babygirl: saturday?

Babygirl: party?

Babygirl: you?

Babygirl: normal?

Y/N: Yeah I'm not crazy if that's what ya mean

Babygirl: okie make sure wolvie knows

Babygirl: wear something nice

Babygirl: i like hearing you two at it

Y/N: Perve

“Why are you frowning?” Logan questioned, lowly. He was sitting on the sofa between you and Laura, the 2002 Scooby Doo movie playing on TV. You loved that damn dog.

The three of you had spent so much time together it was really sweet. Laura did still sleep on your bed whilst you claimed Logan's but after her therapy session yesterday she had asked you to sleep next to her - her nightmares were back - and, of course, you agreed. You felt really bad slipping into your bed because you essentially abandoned her on the second night.

“I'm sorry.” You stroked her hair. “I know the first night wasn't my fault but I've spent the whole time in Logan's bed.”

“It's okay.” She spoke and you could see she held no resentment. “I'm normally okay.”

“Well, you make sure you keep asking if you want a bed buddy.”

The bedroom door knocked and Logan quickly popped his head round. “‘didn't say night.”

That was a lie. He had said night.

The man walked to your side of the bed and bent to give you a quick kiss. You scratched the scruff on his cheeks and looked up at him. “Good night Logan.”

“Night, beautiful.”

He then leaned over you, his - barely, covered by a vest - pecs hovered by face and briefly kissed Laura's crown.

She accepted the kiss with a smile. “Night.”

“Night bub.” He ruffled her hair.

Logan hesitated for a second but did exit. You could tell he was worried. If Laura asked you she must've been scared. He also told you that he hadn't had a good night's sleep before sleeping next to you, so perhaps that was part of it. Maybe he was going to miss you being at his side.

“Wade is texting me every single emoji.” You whispered back, turning the screen, ping, elephant. Ping, arrow. Ping, music notes.

“Why-”

“I dunno.” You laughed. “But he says the party is back on this Saturday.”

Logan placed his hand out and you handed him the phone.

Y/N: stop harassing her or I'll break your face

Watching Logan type with his nails was hilarious. Laura had told the tech he wanted stiletto - the type she got - they weren't massively long but the shape was causing problems. Everything he's been doing has been made harder because of them.

Babygirl: promises promises

“I love your nails.” You gushed.

He displayed his fingers for you. One hand was yellow with a blue ring finger, his other hand was blue with a yellow ring finger. “I'm getting used to them.”

You held his hand, delicately moving it to see the glitter shine. “If they're hassling you, we can cut and file them to a better shape.”

“I like the challenge.” The hand you held was lightning quick and flipped positions. He pulled your hand to his and kissed the back of it. “Did you like the colour I chose?”

“Course I did.” You leaned your temple against his shoulder, hand still captured in his, and watched Scooby and Shaggy argue.

“No, Scooby Doo, your mum eats cat poop!”

Laura laughed at that, a full body laugh, deep from her stomach.

~~

You were organising some of your things in Logan's room when it fell on the floor. Dedicating a bedside table and half of the wardrobe to yourself was easy because he already seemed to do that. Only using his half of his furniture.

You folded your jeans and placed them into the enclosed drawers in the wardrobe.

Logan's footsteps wandered into the bedroom. Usually heavy due to his skeleton but now they were light. You suppose it was a good thing this building was empty because the downstairs neighbours wouldn't like you.

“You alright?” You ask over your shoulder, tucking the drawer closed.

“Yeah.” He replied watching you neaten up the hangers.

He observed you potter about, sitting on the edge of the bed. You made his home yours. It was nice. He liked seeing your things intermingled. It felt real. This felt real and good and he was happy. He knew he didn't deserve this but he would grab ahold of it as long as possible. He would be happy and content.

Well, until his eyes caught something on the floor.

It sat face down just under the bed frame. Logan scooped it up and found it was a Polaroid. You were so young, smiling wide, one eye shut in a wink. Your hair was shorter, styled and you were wearing make-up. The top of a silky red dress visible on your shoulders. Next to you was him. He looked younger, his hair was longer, fluffier. He was grinning from ear to ear, one hand in the frame doing ‘devil horns’ whilst his other held two beers. He was wearing a black button down.

It was clearly a party.

You both were clearly having a good time.

“What was the occasion?” Came out of his mouth before he could stop it.

You glanced up and saw him looking at your Polaroid. Where had he got that? “It...it was Beast’s birthday.” You spoke, diplomatically, taking a seat next to him. “Rogue decided to throw a banger. W-I got quite drunk.”

“You look amazing.” You really did. There was a carefree aura surrounding you and you seemed to glow.

“Thank you.” When you had looked at this in the Void you didn't usually focus on yourself but you did look good. Better than you did now. "It's the makeu-"

"No, it's not." He vowed with an air of finality.

You didn't argue back, instead just thinking about how you wouldn't even know how to do makeup nowadays, all the women you saw were gorgeous. Their skin shone and they had sculpted cheeks.

"You are beautiful." He had told you this practically everyday but right now, sitting on the bed with him, gazing at an old vibrant version of yourself, you believed the words. Believed they were true, even if it was just to him.

“Thank you." Your hand found his arm. "You know, you can't see them but I loved the earrings I had on. Yo-” Cutting yourself off before you could act more of a fool.

“What?” He encouraged.

“Logan brought me them.”

He noticed the melancholy flicker in your eye. “What was he like?”

"Like you." You smirked up at him. “Sweet like you.”

“Longer hair.” His thumb traced the strands.

“I know, I loved the long hair, little kitty ears.” You giggled to yourself.

He saw the delight on your face, the scrunch of your eyes and wide grin. Immediately deciding to grow out his hair.

~~

Dinner was actually really nice. Gambit had told you to come to his and he promised the best Cajun food you'd ever had. 

He had decorated his apartment like any young bachelor. He'd painted the room a dark grey and accessorised with light colours. He had a white sofa and rugs and curtains. The TV was the centre of attention, underneath was a playstation with various game cases. You should really take Laura to IKEA or Home Depot, let her choose a paint or a bedspread or even buy her some posters. 

“Like what you've done with the place.” You patted his back as he washed his hands. 

“Thankin’ you ‘ere.” He flashed you a grin, towelling his hands dry.

“It smells lovely.” You glanced at the food. There was a pan sizzling and veg boiling. “What you making?” 

“Jambalaya, cornbread ‘n greens, mon ami.” He smiled. “I don't remember ‘lot about ‘fore the Void but when I cook’ere this I feel a’ home.” 

That was genuinely sweet, you felt a tug in your chest. “I'm so glad you're sharing this with us.” 

“Ain't much.” He shrugged. “Bu’ it good.”

You both turned to the others, “Reckon Blade’ll have some?” 

“I'll make a plate.” 

You hummed. The Dhampir could consume food but it did nothing for him, it held no nutritional value which is why you guys ate the scavenged food and had to create the ‘feeding system’. “He might try it.” 

“Sup bitches!” Wade and Al entered. 

“Ah, mi amor.” Gambit opened his arms for Al. 

Wade karate chopped between them. “Back off Magic Mike.” 

Al shoved Wade to the side and slipped into Gambit's arms. 

Wade dramatically rolled his eyes, slumping over to you. “Why do my friends leave me?” 

“No one's left you.” You pat his head. “You alright? How was your day?” 

Wade sniffed the food, finding a spoon and taste testing the Jambalaya. “Wo-hooah, that'll blow nips off.” He offered you the spoon, you declined, watching him expertly flick it into the sink. “Day was alright. I've been meeting with the Avengers. They do not like this bitch. Also Spiderman is young. I am not that way inclined. I'm looking more to an Andrew Garfield type.”

“Young?” You scrunched your face. “He wasn'- I guess that's another way this universe is different.” 

Wade shrugged and skipped to the sofa, jumping over the back and landing right next to Blade. 

“Oh, possum. How’s hunting Vampires? Need any help? I'm not sure we were friends last time but I'm willing to try again.” 

There were two sofas and on the other was El and Laura, Gambit led Al over to it and the girls scooted up. 

Logan was sipping a beer standing by the girls. He wore his low waisted boot cut jeans and a vest. Ugh. Seeing him casually in this outfit was fine, but haloed against the TV light, one leg cocked, was something else entirely. Why was he so good looking? 

You wanted nothing more than to get on your knees and undo that stupidly large belt. 

Logan stopped mid sip to blink over to you. His eyes raked up your body and he smirked over the bottle, mouthing ‘later’. 

How did he know you were looking at him? Could he feel it? You watched him, moving yourself closer to the group - feeling the slightest slick between your legs - and you realised. Fuck. He could smell you. 

Cou-could the others?! 

Blade?

LAURA? 

Could they smell your arousal? 

Well, they'd certainly sense your panic. Calm down.

You sincerely hoped they couldn't and tried to calm yourself. Think of anything apart from him. Apart from his body. Fuck. Apart from his dick. FUCK. Apart from him, you can do it. I believe in you. 

Apricots?

Good girl. God that's what he calls you.

The seat you took was a breakfast bar stool, pulled from the kitchen counter, placing it in-between each sofa. 

“‘e’ere ready in a’ouple minutes.” Gambit informed the group. 

The table was set so there were no jobs for anyone to do so you all just sat and chatted. Talking about stuff and nothing. Literally wasting what time you had. You could waste time. 

You know you were becoming a broken record but you still couldn't believe everyone could just- just waste time. 

Gambit announced the food was ready and you all settled at the table. It was hardly large enough for everyone and El had kindly brought her chairs in to accommodate everyone but you all made it work.

Gambit was at one end of the table and Wade at the other. Al, Blade and Laura on one side. You, Logan and El at the other.

“I jus’ wanna say a few words.” Gambit finished pouring the wine.

“Please.” Wade sassed. 

He raised his glass. “No’ we all togethe’ I jus’ wanna ‘member those lost.” He took a deep breath. “Johnny.” Wade coughed. “Erik. Matt. Frank.” 

“Whistler.” Blade carried on. “Safron.” 

“Reed and Sue.” El tipped her head. "Victor."

You smiled at Gambit. “Anna Marie.” She had briefly caught his eye and helped you for a moment before her and Erik were killed. You knew he liked her. He told her to call him Remy, no one else did. 

“My dad.” Laura’s voice was barely above a whisper. Her eyes were glued to Logan, brows pulled. 

“Jean, Storm, Scott, Hank, Charles.” Logan's knuckles whitened. 

Al nodded. “Deuce.” 

“Deuce?” Wade questioned. “Your dog?”

“He was my eyes.” She shrugged. “I miss him.”

“Not as much as I miss Cable.” Wade starred off distractedly into the distance. “He was kinky.”

With that the speeches ended and you all tucked in.

It was scrumptious. 

Absolutely brilliant. 

You loved everything Gambit made and you definitely weren't the only one. 

Bowls were emptied quickly, being filled with second and third helpings. 

Once dinner was done you were sitting just idly chatting again when Logan placed his hand on your thigh. 

Maybe it was the two glasses of wine you had - hadn't consumed alcohol in years - or the fact that he was fucking gorgeous but your legs not-so-subtly opened. You hadn't meant to, your body just merely responding to him. 

Logan hummed in approval, patting your thigh before he rubbed it.

“So, Y/N, do you think you'll come with me to the gym tomorrow?” El asked, completely unaware.

“I was thinking of meeting you there.” You recalled the earlier conversation. “It's a quick walk and I haven't been out by myself so that might be good for me.” 

Logan's hand slipped further, closer to where you wanted him most.

“I usually get there for eleven, leave at two but I'll probably hang about a little longer. Introduce you to Natalie.” She had told you about her gym friend and you were so happy for her. She deserved someone other than your broken family to talk to. 

You all meandered back to the sofas, full and happy. Gambit gave you the choice Alien or Ghostbusters and it was decided that you'd watch the latter. 

The final credits rolled along, you and Wade singing the tune very out of tune - singing the instrumential part ‘beeeeyneewneeewwwnewnewnenenew’ too. 

Goodnights were quick. Everyone got a hug and a see you tomorrow. 

Laura hesitated at her front door though, watching you head for Logan's. “Are you sleeping in there?” 

“No.” You answered immediately. “No. I'll sleep with you baby.” How stupid were you to think she'd be alright. She had had an awful therapy session yesterday and needed you, she wasn't going to magically get better. She needed time. “My things are in here though, Hun, I'll get ready and meet you.”

She smiled small and let you leave. 

Logan was on you immediately, bear hugging you from behind. “How long we got?” 

You chuckled. “Not long enough Mr.” Extracting yourself from his arms, mirroring his earlier taunt. “Later.” 

He grumbled but watched you get ready for bed. You hopped in and out of the shower - warning him to stay away - and began washing your face at the sink. 

He watched you perform your ablutions, unobstructed by the nails. 

“Why is it easier for you?” 

You raised a brow. “Huh?” 

“The nails.”

“I'm not sure, could be the shape? I think I had them done once for a wedding when I was younger.” A thought slipped through your mind and right out of your mouth. “You're like Victor.” 

Logan guffawed. “He could suck his back in. Came in handy wh- wait- we will have to file these.” 

“Why?” You squeezed toothpaste onto your toothbrush and began brushing your teeth. 

“Well, these ones anyway.” Logan had separated his middle and ring fingers. Ah. That's why. 

You decided to play coy, with an innocent “Why?”

“You know why.” He winked. 

“There's a file in that draw, get the clippers and I'll help if you want. It won't take long.” You spoke over the toothbrush, taking time to spit. 

He didn't comment on your hasty response, eager to avoid a future obstruction. Logan produced the items and waited for you to finish brushing your teeth. He sat on the lip of the bath. These apartments were brilliant because they had a bath and shower! You loved the choice!

You were precise in clipping them both and then made delicate work of filing, trying ever so hard to not destroy the paint job. 

Logan sat patiently watching you work. The small frown on your face adorable. 

He really liked you. 

He knew that was childish. 

But he really really did. 

“Done.” You grinned proudly. “Can't wait to try them out.” 

He hummed, taking ahold of your hips. “Why wait?” 

A shaky breath left your lips but you were strong. “I'll see you tomorrow.” Kissing his nose. “Promise.” 

You made a quick exit and entered Laura's front door. She was in bed waiting for you.

You tucked Laura into the covers before nestling in next to her. 

The nightmares had returned, you had eased her to sleep yesterday. Being able to shush the problems away before they woke her was a blessing, you'd had to get good at that in the Void. Your Logan used to twitch and thrash about in his sleep, Laura does the same, you wondered if this Logan did also. Most likely. If you live as long as them you have a million ghosts hovering over you. 

Laura fought sleep, pretending to watch a rerun of Law and Order. She'd become accustomed to watching TV in bed and you had to agree it was the way to go. 

You never truly understand the show because you zoned in and out of slumber but the storylines were basic enough to grasp. 

~~

Laura spasmed next to you, rousing you from the light dozing. The TV was still on, telemarketers selling unnecessary products, casting a low light for you to see she was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her face was twitching and her shoulders were tense. 

“Laura, baby?” You whispered. She usually responded to your voice alone. 

Nothing eased her, instead she snarled. 

“Laura.” You spoke more firmly. “Laura, I'm going to place a hand on your shoulder.” Again, that usually worked. This time, though, her eyes sprung open and she punched you in the gut. 

You gasped, feeling more pain than a punch. It was sharp. Ah fuck. 

“Laura.” You fought to keep your voice even. 

Her eyes were blown wide and her mouth hung open. 

“Laura don-” She retracted the claws. 

Fuck! 

Now the real trouble began. 

You kept a hand on your side, creating a field around the wound to keep pressure on it. “Laura. Baby. It's okay.” You reached out to grab her hand but she scurried away. Clamouring off the bed and into the corner of the room, she shook with unshed tears 

“Laura.” You didn't want to panic her but you needed her to focus. You needed her in the room with you. “Laura, I need you to get Logan.” 

She spluttered, covering her mouth, and nodded frantically. Sprinting away.

You were alone. 

Laying in bed.

Holding yourself together. 

Shit.

This would stain. 

You heard crashing and yelling before Logan stormed into the bedroom. The door flung so hard it came off the hinges. 

“Baby.” He was immediately at your side. 

“Logan.” You smiled in relief. 

“Don't just stand there, call 911!” He yelled at Laura. 

“Hey.” You frowned. “Don't be mean.

Logan snarled and ripped the phone from her hands. He dialed a number which was more than three and placed the phone to his ear, using both hands to hold your side. "It's me. I need the cradle. I don't fucking care. You owe me. Yeah this is my favour. Fuck off and help."

The phone was flung to the side and he smiled down.

"Help is coming, beautiful."

You tried to suppress a cough but that didn't work, blood spitting out of your mouth.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Logan growled over his shoulder.

You couldn't see Laura but knew he was talking to her. "Lo-logan." You warned.

"Fucking trouble."

He hadn't been like this with you. Hadn't been this angry. Hadn't swore so much.

"Stop." You ordered, vision blurring. "Logan?"

"I'm here." He promised.

You blunk and the room was different. Lighter. There were annoying led lights flashing past. You were moving. Your view was slightly obstructed due to Logan still being at your side. He was jogging, you could tell because of the way his hair bounced.

"Your hair." Your voice was muffled, restricted. Hands flying to your face to find there was a mask attached to your nose and mouth.

"Leave it on baby."

You grumbled but dropped your arm. Gosh it was an effort to move.

You were tired.

Why were you so tired?

How could you get to this level of tiredness?

Weren't you asleep a second ago?

These questions didn't matter because you found yourself easing back into a dreamless sleep.

Part 9

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Yes, Maybe, No (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, rom-com, smut

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah. 

Summary: 2.3k

Words count: Pov: Sarah asked you and Joel for a sibling.

A/N: I’m trying to make this as a rom-com, hope you like my new series! This is part 13 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes ❤️ There are still more chapters for this series so stay tuned! Love you!

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There were not many changes to your life since you got married to Joel because you had lived with him before the two of you got married anyway. The differences were probably that you were now Mrs. Miller, Sarah’s legally your daughter, she called you mommy now, your house was sold, and the walls were full of your wedding and family pictures. You asked for a big frame for the picture of you with your wedding dress, Joel with his tux, and Sarah in the middle with a flower crown. She was your flower girl for your wedding. You hang the picture in the living room.

“Let’s go babygirl, you’re gonna be late for school.” Joel waited for you and Sarah at the door.

It was Sarah’s first day of preschool and she was so excited and asked you to help her dress up like a princess. On the other hand, you were nervous. She had never made any friends before so you were worried she might have some problems in school. You loved her so much that you didn’t want anyone to hurt her. 

“Pretty.” You finished tying her hair and kissed her forehead.

“You look beautiful, princess.” Joel held his daughter’s hand and walked her to the car.

You followed them from behind and sat in the passenger seat. 

“You excited, babygirl?” Joel looked at the rear view mirror to see his daughter.

“Yes! Yes!” She bounced on her seat excitedly.

You turned your head to look at her and smiled when you were actually trying to hide your worries. Joel recognized you being anxious but he didn’t want to talk about it in front of his daughter. So he just looked at you, held your hand and kept driving.

“We’re here.” Joel parked his car.

“Yay! Yay!” Sarah was so excited for her first day of school.

You got out of the car and helped Sarah out of the car. Joel grabbed her purple backpack and helped her carry it. You and Joel walked Sarah to her class and met her homeroom teacher.

“Good morning, I’m Ms. Andrews.” She shook Joel’s and your hand.

“Good morning, I’m Joel Miller and this is my wife. This is our daughter Sarah.” Joel rested both of his hands on Sarah’s shoulder.

“It’s her first day, please take good care of our daughter.” You smiled at her. 

“I will. Don’t worry.” She assured you.

“Come one Sarah, class is starting.” She invited Sarah inside the class.

After you and Joel waved Sarah goodbye, both of you walked back to the car. You sighed as you closed the car door.

“You okay, darlin’?” Joel asked you as he put on his seatbelt.

“She’ll be okay, right?” You looked at Joel.

“Hey, she’ll be fine. I’m sure she’s gonna make a lot of friends.” Joel put his hand on top of yours that was resting on your lap.

“Okay.” You nodded. 

“She’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” Joel reassured you and rubbed your hand with his thumb.

Joel drove you to the cafe then he went to work. Joel promised to pick you up earlier to pick up Sarah from school together. The day felt long as you were worried about how Sarah was doing at school. Your mind was full of thoughts thinking what you should do to comfort Sarah if she went home from school sad. You tried to distract yourself by helping to bake and decorating the cakes. It was finally time to pick Sarah up from school. Joel’s car was in front of your cafe so you took your purse and said bye to your employees. 

“Where is she?” You tip-toed to get a clearer view behind all of the other parents. 

“There she is.” Joel pointed at Sarah who just got out of her class. 

“She looks happy. You have nothing to be worried about.” Joel rubbed your back in circles as he assured you.

You couldn’t see Sarah because you were too short and Joel was tall enough to see what was in front of him. 

“Daddy! Mommy!” You heard Sarah’s voice.

She ran through the adults and jumped to hug your legs. 

“How was your day?” You crouched and stroked her hair.

“I made lots of lots of friends. I met Emma, Lily, Katie, ..” She went on and on.

You nodded and smiled at her. You were relieved she had a good day and made some new friends. Joel chuckled as he saw his daughter so happy. He was proud that her daughter made it through her first day of school.

“You wanna get some ice cream, babygirl?” Joel lifted his daughter and kissed her cheek.

“I get ice cream?” She squealed.

“Yeah, baby. You did well on your first day of school.” Joel chuckled.

“Yay!” Sarah raised her hand to the air.

You chuckled and followed them to the car. Joel drove you and Sarah to the regular ice cream place that the three of you always went to. 

“Stwabewwy!!” Sarah loved strawberry ice cream.

“I’ll get chocolate as usual.” You ordered.

“Coffee, please.” Joel ordered coffee flavored ice cream. 

You loved chocolate, he loved coffee, Sarah loved strawberry. Each of you had your own favorite and the three of you always shared a spoon for a taste with each other.  Any family that saw the three of you were definitely jealous of how harmonized your family was. 

"Can I have a little sister or little brother?" Sarah suddenly asked. 

"Hmm?" You raised your eyebrows with the ice cream spoon still in your mouth.

Joel didn't expect his daughter to ask for a sibling so he was shocked too.

"Emma has a baby sister, Katie has a baby brother. I want to have one too." Sarah ate her ice cream and bounced on her seat. 

"Well, that's uh.." Joel didn't know what to say because he needed your consent because you would be the one carrying a baby inside you for 9 whole months.

You just stared at Joel because you also didn't know what to say. You hadn't had the time to talk about having another baby with Joel since you got married because you were too focused on putting Sarah to school, expanding your cafe, and Joel also got another big project. So the two of you were super busy. 

"What do you think mama?" Joel passed the question to you.

You widened your eyes.

"Hmm." You just hummed and chuckled. 

Sarah pouted and finished her ice cream. The three of you went home after.

"I'm happy she had an amazing first day, Joel." You sighed as you sat on the couch after putting Sarah to bed.

"Me too, baby." Joel sat across from you on the armchair.

You and Joel enjoyed your night in the living room with a glass of wine. Talking about his day, your day, Sarah and what she asked you and Joel earlier. Suddenly, Joel stared at you. 

"Can we have one more?" Joel suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" You sipped on your wine. 

"You'll look so beautiful pregnant, baby. And it would be nice to see our little one with a mix of you and me running around, playing with Sarah." Joel chuckled.

"All of sudden?" You raised your eyebrows.

"Can we have one more? Pretty please." Joel begged you with his brown puppy eyes.

You just gave him a smirk and shrugged.

"Is that a yes, maybe or a no?" Joel didn't understand your reaction.

You smirked and shrugged again.

"Just so you know, I'm ovulating today which means.." Joel cut you.

"Oohh I'm sooo gonna make you pregnant." Joel put his wine glass on the table and crawled his way to you and started kissing you.

You chuckled as you put your wine glass on the table then leaned back to get a comfortable position. You knew you and Joel were gonna make babies tonight. And yes, on your couch.

"We can't let Sarah see us." You whispered. 

"She's sleeping, don't worry. We just have to be quiet." Joel whispered to your ear. 

"Okay. We gotta stay quiet." You giggled.

Joel pressed his lips to yours as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, caressing his back. He put his hands on your waist and snaked his way to the back of your thigh. Pulling and lifting you suddenly to sit on him. Your legs were now locking his waist. You started feeling aroused and you grinded on his hard cock under his pants. He groaned at your movements and his hands moved its way to your breast under your tank top squeezing it gently. You moaned in his mouth. 

You couldn’t wait to feel him so you slipped your fingers to his pants trying to pull his pants off. He understood what you wanted and took off his pants and shirt. You pulled your shorts then he helped you take off your tank top. The two of you went back to position on the couch kissing, touching, and moaning. Joel’s hand cupped your cunt and he felt you so wet.

“So wet for me darlin’.” He mumbled while kissing you.

“Uhm-hmm.” You were so aroused and you couldn’t speak any words.

Joel smirked as he brushed his tip to your clit making you moan loud.

“Shh..” Joel covered your mouth.

You squeezed your eyes shut trying not to make any sound as much as possible. Then Joel brushed his tip again on your clit, teasing it before he slid himself inside you. Both of you moaned softly. You clenched your hand on Joel’s shoulder and he buried his face to your chest. Taking your breast to his mouth, sucking your nipple, biting it gently, arousing you. He started to move his hips and thrusted inside you. You wanted to scream his name but you couldn’t wake Sarah so you clenched your jaw and buried your face to his shoulder. Joel too was trying so hard not to make any loud noise because he didn’t want his daughter to see their parents doing it. 

Joel kissed the inside of your breast before he raised his head needing to kiss your lips. His hand cupped your jaw and kissed you, licking your lips and tongue. Swallowing each other moans. Your hand caressing his back and he did the same to you. 

His moves suddenly got faster and the sound of his skin bumping on your skin were louder. You bounced on him and lost your balance. So you flew your hand to the couch instinctively for balance. Joel’s arm wrapped around you and kept his pace. You whimpered as you felt close. 

“Fuck.” Joel groaned.

“J-joel..” You called his name feeling so close to your climax.

Joel knew you were coming so he quickened his pace and he was close to coming too. You suddenly felt vibrations throughout your body and you shook. You clenched your hand that was resting on the couch and squeezed your eyes shut panting. You came. Joel groaned as he came inside you, releasing his seed to grow a baby inside you. He buried his face to your chest as he caught his breath. You rested your chin on top of his head and chuckled. Joel put his hand behind your head, laid you on your back, and rested your head on the couch's arm. He kissed your lips, then your cheek to your right jaw, and your chin. 

“Hope that works.” Joel chuckled and kissed your lips again.

“I can’t wait to be pregnant.” You chuckled and caressed his bearded jaw.

“Another round?” Joel bumped his forehead to yours and you nodded.

*door creaking*

"What was that?" You gasped.

Joel froze and looked towards the stairs. 

"I think that's our cue." You whispered and giggled softly. 

“Wait, let me finish.” Joel kept thrusting inside you.

"Mommy! Daddy!" You heard Sarah scream and cry.

"Shit! Joel!" You pushed Joel and he groaned softly as he pulled out from you.

You grabbed your clothes and hurriedly dressed up ignoring the dripping cum on your thigh then ran upstairs to check on Sarah. Joel followed you behind.

 "Hey, sweetie. Why are you awake?" You crouched to her and stroked her head.

"What's wrong babygirl?" Joel panted. 

"I had a nightmare." She buried her face in your chest.

"Oh baby, come on, mommy and daddy’s here. You’re okay." You lifted her and brought her to your bedroom.

Joel looked at you and made a cross with both of his arms. He was giving you a sign to put Sarah back to her bedroom because both of you weren’t done with your night. You chuckled softly and shook your head. Joel pressed his palms together and mouthed “Please”. He begged you. You mouthed back at him, “Tomorrow, I promise.” He put his hand on his waist and the other rubbed his face in frustration.

“You’re sleeping with mommy and daddy tonight.” You laid her on the bed.

Joel climbed to his side of the bed. And Sarah was now lying between you and Joel. 

“Daddy’s here.” Joel patted his daughter’s tummy gently to help her sleep. 

After a few pats, Sarah was already back in her dreams. She was probably having a sweet dream now because you could see a smile on her face.

“I think she’s asleep.” You whispered and giggled.

“But I’m not.” Joel smirked and snaked his hand to cup your breast.

“Joel!” You yelled but in a whisper. 

You slapped his hand and he pulled back his hand rubbing it. 

“Ouch!” He whispered.

“So Sarah’s your number one?” He asked you with a  soft voice so he didn’t wake Sarah.

You smirked and shrugged. Just like he did to you last time.

“I guess I’m number two then.” Joel chuckled, moved closer, and extended his arms wrapping you and Sarah. 

To be continued…

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Reviewing tgcf characters because I have thoughts

I finished S2 recently and I need somewhere to put my not exactly hot but like warm (?) takes because it's taking up too much storage space in my brain.

🤍 Xie Lian 🤍

It's a good thing I'm not into guys because if I was I would be on my knees for this man in every sense of that expression and his pet menace to society would mince me up like garlic.

So I'll try to be brief about my overflowing feelings about him. Xie Lian is the best main character I have come across in a WHILE. He's the embodiment of compassion and kindness. And also a cold blooded murderer. A babygirl. A father figure. A terrifying martial god. A silly little guy. A pathological liar. The most genuine man you'll ever meet. He's everything, and Hua Cheng is 100% valid in his obsession. I'm right there with him.

Rating: 10/10

❤️ Hua Cheng ❤️

Idk if we ever figured out who wrote My Immortal but I'm pretty sure we have our culprit.

"Hi my name is Hua Cheng Crimson Rain Sought Flower Red-Robed Ghost King and this is my evil weapon of death E-ming. I've killed soooo many gods with it!! My dark power is I can summon storms of BLOOD and SUFFERING. I have my own scary city of DEMONS and they all love me and think I'm HOT but I only want my BOYFRIEND who's the only REAL GOD so STOP FLAMING HIM YOU POSERS-"

Needless to say I love him. Being the 8 time winner of the Loverboy of the Century Awards with unbeatable records in the yearning olympics is truly a remarkable feat.

Rating: 9/10

(Bonus: E-ming. Cute little guy. Likes his stepdad more than his real dad. Not afraid to show it's feelings even if it makes it look like a muppet, 10/10)

🧡 Feng Xin & Mu Qing 🧡

Tweedle dee and tweedle dum gets a shared rating because they would hate to be grouped together like that and that's funny to me. Their dynamic is great, they're good characters, I wasn't sure which one was which until midway through the second season. But then also I have a pair of 7yo twin cousins who I still can't tell apart despite them not looking even a slight bit similar so that might just be a character flaw on my end. Oops.

Rating: 7/10

🩵Shi Qingxuan🩵

I'm doubling the rating because she is best boy and best girl at the same time. I love that I can use any and all pronouns for him because he's literally a pride parade personified and therefore all of them are correct. You don't get that type of chaotic fun just anywhere.

He is truly living my dream, presenting as whatever gender they want depending on what's more convenient and/or funnier in the moment. Super useful, for things like gathering intel and terrorizing Feng Xin by being a woman.

And I personally think we should crown her the new emperor. She'd look significantly better on that throne, with her Barbie-like radiance and flourishing Kenergy.

Rating: 20/10

🖤 Ming Yi 🖤

Listen, I hate to say it because I like a sunshine x grump moment as much as the next gay but he's just... not giving what he thinks he's giving. Everyone is whispering ominously about him having some dark devastating secret but MY point is no matter how big his boobs are in his female form, Shi Qingxuan could do better. I'm sorry. She really could.

Rating: 4/10

💙 Lang Qianqiu 💙

Just an honest man with good intentions and a sickass fucking sword. He did NOT hesitate to attack the infamous Crimson Rain Sought Flower on SIGHT and I respect a quick decisionmaker, even if it shows some himbo tendencies. He also has the same distinct energy as Fred from Scooby Doo.

Rating: 6/10

💚 Qi Rong 💚

He's got some odd dietary and moral choices going on. Definitely. But he's just such a fun villain!!! Being Xie Lian's nr 1 source of migraines SHOULD make me like him less but I'm sorry, every time he was on screen I was LIVING. He would do numbers on reality TV. Someone put this guy on Kitchen Nightmares, I need to see him 1v1 Gordon Ramsay.

Rating: 7/10

🌚 Jun Wu 🌚

He has his emperor status & DILF card going for him but something about this man just ain't right. If he came to a party I was attending I would cover my drink is all I'm saying.

Rating: 2/10

🔥Pei Ming🔥

I don't know much about him besides he had that one shady empolyee or whatever (could not hear the plot over the deafening sound of Hua Cheng's yearning) but I'm partial to a good manwhore character. The thought of people praying to him like "Hugh Mungus, who art in heaven-" really tickles me.

I know he's probably straight but I headcanon him as at the very least bi-curious because you can't be that hot with that much game and not use it for evil. (That evil being causing large scale gay awakenings among his soldiers.)

Rating: 7/10

❓Pei Xiu❓

Unreliable, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed.

I remember not a singular thing about him besides fucking up Xie Lian's daughter's life and also being on my last nerve from the jump. If you're going to be evil at like least be memorable about it, you know? You can't be a bad person and a bad character at the same time. Pick a struggle.

Rating: 1/10

📚 Ling Wen 📚

I heard she committed some war crimes but honestly if I had to do an entire realm's tax returns by myself AND teach Pei Ming how to read (I refuse to believe that man is literate, just look at him) I would want to rage on occasion too. I hope she has a hot wife waiting for her at home to give her massages after carrying the whole system on her back all day. It's what she deserves.

Rating: 8/10

Thank you for reading!! Opinions might change once I read the books but as of now this is it. Remembering everyone's names has been a journey and a half so this post is sponsored by @kirstenly 's character cheat sheet go look at it! and everything else too!!!

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He's adorable

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Teach Me

2) February

AN: Part 2 of Teach Me

Thank you to @harlowcomehome for helping me with this, ily 🥹💜

MASTERLIST

“You sure you don’t want me to run to the store for you?” Jack asked from the floor as he was playing dress up with Jayla.

Alyssa shook her head no. “I got it, babe. I’ll be in and out. Just grabbing a few things for Jayla for Valentine’s Day.” She says with a laugh and an eye roll. 

“And hopefully for me too.” 

“Maybe” Alyssa said with a wink, knowing she already had a plan for them. 

She could tell Jack was still worried, he never liked when she left the house late at night. Alyssa walked over, bending down to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. “You worry too much, princess” 

“That’s not funny.” Jack told her, trying to hold in his laughter. Jayla was only 2 but slowly became obsessed with makeup/hair after watching her mother do her own every morning. So now Jack was currently sitting on the floor with lipstick smeared over his lips and barrettes in his hair, with a crown to match. 

Alyssa gave Jayla kisses all over her face, childish giggles ringing in the air. “I’ll be right back, baby. Make sure to take care of daddy, ok?”

“Otay” 

She gave Jack one last kiss before she locked the door behind her but not before saying their phrase. 

“Love You, Mean It!”

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“Jayla Rose! Can you explain to me why you waited till the last minute to tell me that you signed up Daddy to make cookies for your Valentine’s Day party”

It was 10pm, way past Jayla’s bedtime but Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and the kids were encouraged to bring baked goods.

“We always make cookies together!” Jayla exclaimed while adjusting her chef's hat on her head.

“Not at 10 o’clock at night.”

Jayla shrugged her and suddenly started playing with her KY chain hanging from her neck, something she did when she was nervous. 

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” Jack asked her, concerned. 

She began playing with her necklace some more and kicking her feet against the kitchen floor. “I just thought it would be fun, you always get sad during this time because of mommy.”

Jack immediately pulled her into a hug, he could feel his shirt start to get wet from her tears. “Hey, it’s okay.” He reassured her by rubbing her back.

“Look at me.” His heart wanted to cry as he looked at her big brown eyes that were filled with tears threatening to fall. “You don’t have to worry about Daddy, that’s my job. You and I are gonna have fun tomorrow. I have a whole day planned just for the two of us once you get out of school.”

Jayla perked up at that “Really?” 

“Yes, really. You know you’re my favorite valentine. Now, let’s wipe these tears and finish these cookies so you can go to bed.”

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Ariel loved Valentine's Day, it was her favorite holiday. I mean, her last name was Love after all. Sure, she was 27 years old and single, but there were so many other reasons to love it. Not only did she love the flowers, the pinks and reds but she loved everything Valentines Day stood for, it’s about love, and what’s not to love about love? 

By morning her desk was filled with cards, candy and small stuffed animals. She was sure her planner was underneath all the gifts but Ariel was in no rush to look for it. Her favorite gift amongst them all was the donut bouquet from Jayla Harlow.

Ariel: rumor has it that you burned our classes Valentine’s Day cookies for our party?

Pressing send, Ariel grabbed one of the donuts from the bouquet. Before she could take a bite, her phone buzzed on her desk. 

Jack: didn’t you hear? I don’t clear up rumors

Ariel giggled at that knowing he was referencing one of his hit songs. As she was just about to text him back Jack sent another message 

Jack: but whoever started that rumor is in big trouble, can’t have someone spreading misinformation 

Ariel: you’d be shocked to know what else I’ve been told, but I wouldn’t want to give away my sources 

She moaned as she took a bite of her donut. She always had a sweet tooth. There was nothing like a strawberry frosted donut. 

Jack: well…you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone 

Taking another bite of her donut, she thought about all the things Jayla has shared with her. They were honestly pretty tame, compared to her other students giving her details about their parents divorce.

Ariel: oh you know, just that you get red as a tomato in the sun, you drink ranch dressing (big if true), the source claims they’re better at basketball and soccer than you, and that your idea of dancing is just stomping around. 

Jack: damn this source knows a lot about me 

Jack: and I’ll have you know that I’m very useful on the court

Ariel: hey, don’t shoot the messenger! Just some silly gossip between a teacher and their favorite student 

She laughed at the exchange before taking a glance at the clock, seeing the kids would be back from lunch in 15 minutes. Ariel should be using this time to plan out her lessons for the next week, but right now she’d rather flirt with her favorite students' dad. Lesson plans can wait. 

Ariel: Speaking of the party, are you joining us?

Ariel already knew that he would probably say no, according to other teachers Mr. Harlow never showed up to any of the school's functions. And he hasn’t in a long time. She watched as those three bubbles indicating that Jack was texting back popped up and would suddenly go away. 

Jack: uh probably not…I have some meetings this afternoon. 

While she knew he was going to say no, she couldn’t help but think about Jayla, who is usually very social, was suddenly very quiet today. 

Ariel: Well, if you end up getting out early, we’ve got plenty of heart shaped sweets with your name on it, and I have a feeling Jayla misses you.

She could hear the sounds of tiny footsteps and giggles coming down the hall so she knew her class will be making their way back in. She glanced down at her phone again and saw that Jack left her on read. She tried not to let it upset her, still she decided to send one last text. 

Ariel: the kids are coming back from lunch, Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Harlow 

She shoved her phone back in her desk just in time to greet her kids back from lunch. 

“Ok, my sweet angel babies, let’s get in our reading circles. Today’s book is all about…LOVE!”

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An hour later the Valentine’s Day party was in full swing. After socializing with the other parents and students she sat back and watched with a smile as the kids stuffed their faces with sweets. A small frown formed on her face when she noticed Jayla watching another student coloring with their mom with the same frown. Getting up from her desk, she took a seat next to Jayla. 

“Hi, Miss Love.” Jayla greeted her with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, before she looked down and continued to color. 

“Hi, Jayla! I love your drawing. Is that your dad?” Ariel asked, pointing to the yellow stick figure. 

Jayla nodded her head yes, “I had to draw him yellow because he’s pale, and I couldn’t use a white crayon." Ariel had to stifle her laugh at that. 

“Of course. Well, I came over here to chill with you, if that’s okay?” Ariel asked.

“Yeah that’s fine! Do you wanna color with me?” Jayla asked not even waiting for a reply before pushing a paper towards her. 

Ariel smiled and grabbed a pink crayon and started drawing hearts all over the paper.

“Miss Love, your heart looks like a BUTT!”

“It does not!”

“MHM!”

Since most parents decided to take the kids home early because of the party, that left Ariel and Jayla by themselves at the end of the day. 

While Ariel waited for Jack to pick up Jayla, she decided to start cleaning up the classroom, hating a dirty room. As she was picking up papers and pencils off the floor, Jayla called her name from her spot in the class's reading corner.  

“Yes, Jayla?” She replied and looked towards her so that she had her full attention. 

“Do you have a mommy?” Ariel was shocked at that question, she walked over and sat on the floor next to her. 

“Yes, but she became an angel when I was a teenager. So it’s just me and my dad now” Ariel told her

She could tell Jayla had another question as she nervously played with the necklace. Ariel stayed silent giving Jayla some time to process what she wanted to ask next. 

“Do you ever miss her?” 

“Everyday.” Ariel answered almost immediately. 

Other teachers around the school talked all the time about how Jack was a “hot single father” and how no one knew much about Jayla’s mother. Ariel was never the one to gossip so she never dug deeper because it wasn’t her business to know. 

It was quiet for a while as Jayla turned back towards her book, flipping through the pages. Ariel could tell she had more to say but she refused to push her. 

“It’s just me and daddy too.” Jayla spoke after a while. She still was flipping through her book. “I don’t really know—“ Jayla couldn’t finish what she was saying as there was a soft knock on the door. Ariel and Jayla looked up and saw Jack leaning against the classroom door. 

“DADDY!” Jayla yelled as she jumped up and ran towards her father, conversation seemingly forgotten. Ariel stood back as she watched Jack kiss his daughter all over her face. 

“Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, babygirl.” 

“It’s ok, Miss Love was hanging out with me.”

Jack put Jayla down from his arms before he stood up straight and greeted Ariel. 

“Thanks, sorry I was late.” Jack said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. 

Ariel waved her hand “it’s no problem at all, Jayla is one of my favorite’s students, I’d hang out with her any day.”

Jack smiled at that. “Now, Miss Love…I thought teachers weren’t supposed to have favorites.”

Ariel pressed her finger to her lips “SSH, don’t tell anyone.” Jack threw his head back with a laugh and the sound made Ariel’s heart flutter. 

“Before I let you two go, Mr. Harlow, I did promise you that we had some cookies with your name on it.” Ariel grabbed the case of cookies that she saved back for him. Jack smiled as he looked down at the heart shaped cookies. He could tell they were homemade. 

“Did you make these?” He asked, opening the container and grabbing one out. “Mm, these are delicious.” he said, biting into it. 

“Yeah, I always overbake so I figured since you couldn’t be here I would save the rest for you.” Ariel said with a shrug, she could feel her cheeks getting warm as she watched Jack eat her cookies. God she was down bad. 

“Maybe, I do need to come to these parties, if you’re going to be baking like this.” Jack flirted. 

“Just for the baked goods?” She joked 

“And to hang out with you..”

Jack felt a tug on his pants leg, breaking eye contact as he looked down at Jayla. 

“What about me?!”

“You didn’t let daddy finish, I was going to say I’d love to hang out with Miss Love and my babygirl”

Ariel smiled watching the exchange, her face getting warmer at Jack claiming he wanted to hang out with her. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you all here any longer, so I’ll let you two go. Bye, Miss Jayla, I’ll see you on Monday.”

What she didn’t expect was Jayla to leave Jack’s side and give her a tight hug around her legs. Even Jack was shocked at the action. Ariel got down to her level so she could give her a better hug. 

“Bye, Miss Love. You’re the best.”

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“…and they lived happily ever after!”

The End 

Jack read as he closed the book to Jayla’s favorite bedtime story. 

“I love that book daddy, can you read it again?!” Jayla asked while giving him those award winning puppy dog eyes.

Still sitting on the edge of her bed, Jack shook his head no. “Not tonight, sweetheart. You know it’s late.” 

Jayla huffed and cuddled deeper into the covers on her bed and laid her head on Jack’s arm. He always liked to stay with her until she fell asleep. “Did you have a fun day?”

“Yup, Miss Love is so cool, and she’s just like me!”

Jack looked down at Jayla confused, “yeah, how so?”

It got quiet and for a moment, Jack almost thought she was fast asleep before she spoke up. 

“She only has a daddy! Her mommy is gone too, and she misses her everyday just like how I miss mommy” Jayla said softly followed by a small yawn

Jack tried to swallow the lump that immediately formed in his throat. Jayla hardly ever spoke to him about her mother's passing, so hearing that she missed her just as much as he did made the inside of his chest hurt. Jack was scared that if he opened his mouth he wouldn’t be able to stop crying, but thankfully when he looked down Jayla had fallen asleep in his arms.  

Not having the heart to leave her just yet, Jack cuddled in closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. While Jack wished Jayla spoke to him about her mom he was grateful that she trusted Ariel enough to open up. 

Jack stayed in Jayla’s room for most of the night before making his way towards his bedroom. He was having a hard time sleeping with all the thoughts running through his head. After tossing and turning for a while, he reached over to grab his phone from the side table, and scrolled till he found the name he was looking for.

“Thank you for talking to Jayla, I really appreciate it.” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate, he knew Ariel would know what he was talking about. With it being so late in the night, Jack wasn’t expecting a reply so quickly, so he was surprised when he got a reply back after ten minutes. 

“Anytime, Jayla can always count on me.”

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FOURTEEN: insomnia

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, protected sex, slight soft dom, feelings of being overwhelmed during sex.

Word count: 9.8K

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I lay in bed, staring at the window. I can hear the occasional car passing down below. A week has passed since the meeting and work was busy. I was also struggling to sleep. The guys have their final promotion schedule the following day and then thankfully have a few days off before rehearsals for the tour and upcoming kcons begin. Despite seeing each other every day at home and at work, we had all been busy that we had barely spent any quality time together. Seonghwa, Yunho, Hongjoong, San and Wooyoung were going to see their families for a couple of days while Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho were staying in Seoul. My parents and sisters were also arriving in a couple of days, too, and I was looking forward to seeing them. 

I sigh and give in. I accept that sleep is not coming anytime soon so I throw my cover off me and get out of bed. I open my bedroom door and make my way to the kitchen. The entire apartment is quiet. Everyone is asleep. Oh, how I envy them. I bitterly envy everyone who is in the land of nod right now while I am wide awake but absolutely exhausted at the same time!

I get some milk from the fridge and pour it into a saucepan. I am hoping some warm milk might help me get sleepy. As I wait for it to heat, I check my phone. There is a message from Soojin. I smile as I open it. It is a simple ‘I love you’, but it melts my heart. I quickly reply that I love her too and that I can’t wait to see her. 

I settle onto the sofa with my mug of warm milk and switch the tv on, turning the volume down. I pull the throw over the back of the sofa over myself. I scroll aimlessly through Netflix trying to find something that would lull me to sleep. I don’t even know what I’ve put on, as I am more focused on scrolling through my phone.

“Can’t sleep?” I hear Yeosangs deep voice ask softly from the doorway, giving me a fright as I hadn’t heard him come down the stairs.

“Nope.” I answer, sitting upright and switching the tv off with the remote. “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“of course not. I didn’t know you were even awake until I got into the hallway and saw the light on.” He says, coming into the lounge. He is wearing a black tank top and loose red and black plaid pj bottoms.

“You can’t sleep either?” I ask as he shakes his head and runs a hand through his dark hair. I can see how tired he is in his face. Yeosang is naturally pale, but I can’t help notice how much paler he looks than normal. It worries me, as I know how hard they are all working right now, both physically and mentally. “Want to cuddle?”

I open the side of my blanket and pat the space beside me. He smiles and comes over. I can feel how tense his body is as he lays down beside me. He tucks me into his side, my head resting on his chest as his arms wrap around me. Usually our cuddles are fleeting as there is always someone around and normally in the kitchen or hallway. It feels nice to be actually lying down to hug him, no fear of interruptions or someone walking in. I feel him place a kiss on the crown of my head, causing me to look up at him. 

“I’ve missed you.” he sighs

“Me too.” I reply. “About you, I mean. Obviously, I don’t miss myself!” This causes him to chuckle and I can feel his deep laugh vibrate in his chest. I cautiously rest my leg on top of his and immediately he pulls me closer, his right hand holds onto my left. His other hand resting on my lower back, his fingers making soft circles through my shirt. I feel the tension in his body lessen.

“Anything in particular keeping you awake?” He asks as his fingers play with mine.

“Just a little bout of insomnia.” I answer, resting my head back on his chest and looking down at our hands as my fingers playback with his. “What about you?”

“Wooyoung is talking in his sleep.” He answers.

“Woo is a sleep talker?” I laugh. The fact he talks in his sleep when the man talks a lot when he is awake is funny to me.

“He does sometimes.” He laughs. “I can still go to sleep and sleep through it when he does it, but not tonight, for some reason.” 

“Can you make out what he says when he does it, or is it like mumbling?” I ask trying to picture Wooyoung talking in his sleep. The night I had slept in his bed I had heard nothing, but then I can sleep through anything so he could have been having a full-blown concert in his sleep and I wouldn’t have known!

“Oh yeah, he speaks very coherently!” he replies. “Tonight it is something about pandas and pineapples chasing him to steal a wooden spoon.” He answers, his fingers pretending to catch mine now.

“Sounds like an interesting dream.” I giggle.

“Yeah.” He chuckles as he continues to play with my hand, it turning into a gentle game of thumb wrestling, making us both laugh quietly. It feels comfortable laying with him like this, like we do it all the time. The reality is we have only had a couple of kisses and hugs when we have had moments alone, which have never lasted long, as there is always someone around. So this feels nice. Yeosang is completely at ease right now because everyone is asleep. We know there will be no interruptions and it’s nice to see this touchy and playful side to him I’ve never got to see before. After a few minutes, he asks softly, “Do you get insomnia often?”

“I used to struggle from time to time when I was a teenager, but the last time I had it was over a year ago.” I say. 

“How long has this one been going on for?” he asks.

“I am on day 3 so far.” I answer.

“You haven’t slept in 3 days?!” he asks. “Sorry, I am asking you a lot of questions.”

“I don’t mind answering your questions. I got around 2 hours last night, but it was broken up.” I reply, yawning. I can feel myself beginning to relax into Yeosang.

“Does this help? Cuddling into someone?” he asks. I nod and smile gently at his questions, but also at what he is asking. “Anytime you can’t sleep, you know you can come to one of us.”

“Can I come to you for cuddles in the middle of the night?” I ask, my fingers intertwine with his now.

“If-if you feel it would help you, then of course you can.” he says quietly. I can hear his heart beating a little faster now. 

“This is helping me.” I say sleepily.

“I am always here for you.” His voice is soft as I let out another yawn. “Close your eyes and get some sleep.” He whispers and I feel his hand that was on my back move up to my head, stroking it gently.

“What about you?” I ask, moving my head slightly to look up at him. “You need to sleep too.” 

“I’ll be going to sleep soon.” He replies, kissing my forehead. “This is helping me too.”

“That’s good.” I move further up his body, pressing my lips on his. He kisses me back softly and smiles at me when our lips part, before I place a kiss on his bare shoulder. I cuddle into him once again, my knee bending over his legs to get even closer to him. 

“Sweet dreams.” I hear him whisper as he delicately caresses my back.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As I feel myself begin to wake I can feel a warmth behind me. There is a distant clattering noise coming from the kitchen and someone making a shushing noise. I open my eyes and can make out through my blurred vision that I am on the sofa. I am lying on my left side, facing the backing of it and there is a heavy weight over my right hip and a hand on my stomach. I look behind me and squint my eyes to see Yeosang asleep. His left arm is under my head while his right is over my waist. His leg is draped over my hips as he is flush against my back. The top half of the blanket has fell off and lying on the floor while the bottom half is covering our feet.

The early morning light is coming in from the large window behind the sofa. My alarm hasn’t gone off so I know it isn’t 6am yet. Another noise comes from the kitchen and I hear a deep yet hushed voice say “Could you make anymore noise?!” I recognise it as Seonghwa, the reply of “Sorry!” belongs to Mingi and a “You’ll wake up Luna and Yeosang making such a racket!” from Seonghwa.

I put my head back down onto Yeosangs outstretched arm I had been sleeping on before I woke up and close my eyes. I feel Yeosang move slightly behind me, his arm over my stomach pulling me into him. I move my hand to his and hold on to his fingers as I doze in and out of sleep, but I can hear Seonghwa and Mingi quietly walking around. I hear one of them come in to the lounge and pull the fallen blanket over us both before a kiss is placed on my temple. I can tell from the scent as they leaned over me it was Seonghwa, and then hear them leave the apartment. I knew they both had an early schedule, and the others were joining them at the music show later on.

I begin to feel Yeosang waking up behind me. The hand that has been on my stomach moves to my hip as he partially sits up and leans over me. I turn my head and open my eyes to look at him. “Good morning.” I smile at him, rolling onto my back.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, his morning voice much deeper than normal as I nod. 

“I did. Did you get to sleep soon after?” I ask him.

“I fell asleep straight after you did.” he replies.

“I am glad.” I reply, gently pulling his head down so I can kiss him.

It starts slowly, our lips softly moving against one another. Just at our usual easy pace. That is, until his top half lowers onto me and my hands move to his long hair. Before I know it, his entire body is on top of mine and our kisses are turning needy. I feel him getting hard as his hips subtly move against me. 

“We should stop.” He mumbles against my mouth, panting heavily.

“Ye-yeah.” I reply as he moves off me but keeps his hand on my waist. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry. I don’t want to stop but…. I know if we keep kissing like this I will want to do more and I don’t want to rush you.” he says

I can’t help but smile at this and it also makes me want to kiss him again at how sweet he is being, but I am respecting what he is saying. “You wouldn’t be rushing me, but I understand where you are coming from.” I reach for his hand and play with it like we did in the early hours of this morning when we both couldn’t sleep. “I don’t want to rush you either.”

“Since we have some alone time, which is rare in this house, I want to use this time to ask you if I can take you on a date tomorrow afternoon?” he smiles at me.

I feel like a million butterflies have been let loose inside my stomach as I look at him. “You want to take me on a date?” I ask, knowing I am smiling like a lunatic right now.

“I do.” He nods, chuckling, and I can see through my slightly blurry vision that his cheeks and ears have turned red as he looks away. “If you want to, that is.”

“Yeo, of course I do!” I cuddle into him, and he lets out what sounds like a sigh of relief. “Where are we going?”

“Ah, I want to keep it a secret. However, I remember the debacle you had over what to wear when you went on a date with Seonghwa….” He says. 

“Hey! There was no debacle!” I laugh, playfully tapping his stomach with the palm of my hand 

“Oh, you were 100% flapping. We all saw it!” He laughs back.

“Ok, so I might have flapped a little, I guess!” I reply as it was true, I did!

“So to stop any flapping over this i will tell you it involves food and is somewhere really casual but cute. Well, I think it is cute. I haven’t actually gone to it. I’ve only seen photos of it and walked past it too, but it is somewhere I’ve always wanted to take someone special, so this is perfect.”

“I am someone special?” I ask him.

“You are very special. To all of us.” he says, tilting my head to kiss me.

“I thought you didn’t want to kiss me anymore.” I playfully tease him, poking his shoulder 

“Oh, I want to kiss you and so much more!” He laughs deeply. “But I don’t want our first time together to be a quickie before the others wake up. I intend to take my time with you when the time comes.” He grins, kissing me once more. I feel my tummy flip at the thought of it and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together as heat pools in my core. 

I know he is teasing me now as the hand that was on my waist moves lower and squeezes my ass over my pyjama bottoms. His teeth lightly nip at my lower lip. He pulls my left leg over his hip before moving his hand back to my ass. I can feel us getting carried away again as he suddenly pulls my hips into his and I can feel the outline of his hard on through our pyjama bottoms. He moans lightly against my mouth before my alarm suddenly blares from my phone, causing us both to jump in fright. Yeosang quickly turns over and picks it up from the floor and hands it to me as we both laugh.

“Your loud ass alarm always makes me laugh.” he says as we sit upright.

“Sorry!” I giggle, nudging his shoulder with my head

“Do you want to come down to the gym with me?” he asks, moving my long bangs off my face and cupping my cheek

“I think that would be dangerous.” I playfully grin at him.

“Worried you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me?” he smirks back, his hand moves down to my neck. “I saw you watching me in the mirror last time we went to the gym.” It spins my head how he can go from being so shy to so cocky.

“Can you blame me? Look at you!” I laugh, feeling my face blush. “I think I’ll stick with my usual run around the park this morning. It is less distracting.”

“Probably safer too.” He nods as he leans forward as if to kiss me, but just before his lips touch mine, he pulls back and stands up with a smirk on that innocent face of his. He is teasing me once again, but I cannot lie and say that I am not liking this new side to him I am seeing. He holds out his hand for me to take and he helps me up. “I shall see you later on.” He simply says before leaving the room. I run my fingers through my hair and shake my head as I laugh lightly to myself. I did not expect this amount of teasing from him, but I am not complaining either.

─── ･ ☆: *.☽.* :☆ ･ ───

The final performance is at Inkigayo. There is a series of fancalls scheduled for after the stage performance, so I was there to help with any translations, but overall the guys handle each call really well. In previous fancalls I have barely been needed by any of them. As soon as we arrived at the studio, they went straight into hair and makeup and then to wardrobe, so I was waiting alone in the room where everyone had left their things.

“Hey Luna!!” Hyunshik says as he comes into the room.

“Hiya!” I smile, putting my phone down

Since the meeting a few days ago, we had been talking more. Hyunshik was one of the junior assistant managers. He joined the company a year before I did and had been training ever since. He was a really funny guy and easy to talk to as well. I could see how much he loved his job and wanted to be promoted to full manager status and not assistant manager, which was basically doing whatever the managers told him to do from what I could see.

“What a manic week it has been!” he sighs, sitting across from me. “I cannot wait for a few days to do absolutely nothing!”

“Are the promotions always like this?” I ask him

“Generally yeah. This one has felt so much busier, though. With all the music shows, interviews, the group and individual schedules, online fan calls, in person fan signs. I think because this is the first comeback with full audiences, it has felt more hectic than other comebacks.” He replies, opening his laptop. “And things are only going to get busier too, with the kcons and tour dates coming up! I honestly don’t know where the guys get their energy from. I go home exhausted every single day and I am not on stage performing multiple times a day every day.”

I can only nod silently. I don’t know where they get it from either. I am seeing them come home every night on the brink of exhaustion, but still practicing in their bedrooms. Hongjoong normally going from the apartment to his studio until the early hours doing even more work. Honestly, it has worried me, but Yunho had told me to trust them to know their own limits when I voiced my concerns about their wellbeing the previous week. So I was trying not to worry, but that was easier said than done. So I have been doing a lot of tongue biting recently.

“Do you have any plans for your time off?” he asks, pulling me from my thoughts

“My parents and sisters are coming to Korea for a couple of weeks on Tuesday, so I’ll spend some time with them.” I answer.

“Do they not live in Korea?” he asks

“They live in London. I moved here in 2017 for college, but I was born in New York.” I answer. It is always an automatic answer that comes out of my mouth whenever I am asked where my family lives.

“Wow!” he gasps, looking up at me. I never tire of that reaction either. It is always been entertaining to me. The next question is always “Are both your parents Korean?”

“They are. Both were born in America too, but all 4 of my grandparents were born here and moved to America.”

“I didn’t think you could get any cooler Luna, but you surprise me! It explains your American accent when you speak English.” he smiles. Everyone says that too about my accent when I tell them. “So, what are your plans with your family?”

I go to answer, but the door opens, causing us both to look over. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho come in. They are ready for the stage and I have to stop myself from gasping at how hot they look for their final promotions stage outfits. Seonghwa is wearing a sleeveless top and honestly, seeing his bare arms is a weakness for me. I hope to god he never finds out about it! Wooyoung is wearing a white shirt that is unbuttoned dangerously low, a slim black tie around his neck with a black baseball style jacket and ripped jeans. Jongho is in all black. Black jeans, black shirt, black jacket with a white rose pinned near the pocket. Honestly, he looks amazing and I know I am staring. I am dreading seeing what the others are wearing as I may start drooling! I’ve never felt this way over boyfriends in the past. Wooyoung smiles as he sees me and goes to come over, but stops when he sees Hyunshik. 

“Oh, hey Hyun!” he says to him

“You guys nearly ready for the stage?” he asks, looking back at his laptop

“Most of us are. San is still getting his hair done, and the stylist is making a small change to Yunhos shirt.” Seonghwa answers.

“Myeonjin said the stage is almost ready, too.” He replies. “Ah shit, I’ve left the paperwork for the fan calls in the office. Ilsung will kill me if he finds out I don’t have them! I’ll be back in an hour! Don’t tell him!” He adds, grabbing his mobile and bag.

“Your secret is safe with us!” Wooyoung laughs

“We can finish our conversation later on too, Luna!” He smiles at me before running towards the door. 

“We sure will!” I laugh as I watch him run out of the room and then feel Seonghwa kiss my cheek from behind. I tilt my head up to look at him from my seated position as he puts his hands on my shoulders. I place my hands over his as he bends down and kisses me on the lips. “Hi.” I whisper to him in English.

“Conversation?” I hear Wooyoung say.

I look over at him to see him actually pouting. “Are you jealous?” I ask 

“No!!” He replies immediately and rather loudly, causing Seonghwa to laugh. “I was just wondering what kind of conversation you guys had that needs to be continued at a later time is all!” But I can see he is a little jealous. Wooyoung does not have a good poker face.

“You are jealous!” Jongho teases him as I stand up, moving towards Wooyoung, and he huffs slightly as I cuddle him, taking care not to ruin his hair or makeup.

“Give me a proper hug!” He whines, pulling me closer.

“We were talking about our plans during the break.” I say to him softly, my hands stroking his lower back as I relax into his body. “That is all. Nothing to be jealous of.”

“I am not jealous.” He says quietly to me.

“I know.” I whisper back. “But just so you know, if you were…” I look up at him “…it would be really really hot!” I raise my eyebrows as he breaks into a cheeky grin.

“Noted.” He replies before kissing me.

“Your make up!!” I giggle, pulling my head back 

“I don’t care!” He says, leaning down to capture my lips once more. I am now used to how open around the others he is with his affection and kisses. I kiss him back as I feel his hands move down my sides and rest on my ass. I can also feel his breathing change, becoming a little faster, his hands pulling my body even closer to his than it already was. This kiss feels so much more different from our usual kisses. It is getting heated and I know he is forgetting his surroundings, and to be honest, so am I. 

Seonghwa and Jongho are still in the room and the others would come any minute, not to mention a staff member could arrive too. I need to put my sensible head on and stop the kiss now. Reluctantly, I pull my lips away. His eyes are dark as he looks down at me, trying to catch his breath. “Sorry, got a little carried away there.” he says quietly

“It is ok.” I smile at him, pecking his lips.

“I.. erm, should go to the toilet before we get called on stage.” He says as his cheeks suddenly flush pink. I nod and let go of him. He walks rather awkwardly towards the bathroom, his hands covering his lower part, and I realise he has a boner. Instantly I feel my own cheeks heat at this and look towards Seonghwa and Jongho who are sitting on the sofa, scrolling on their phones. Either they are so occupied with what they are doing on their phones they weren’t aware of what was going on or they are trying to look like they were busy. Either way, I am thankful there is no teasing.

One by one, each of the other guys comes into the room. All their performance outfits for this comeback have been amazing, however, this last set is definitely my favourite and I feel like the stylists have left the best ones for last. Each outfit suits them so well, and I can see how comfortable they feel in them too. Not to mention how hot they look too! My horny teenager side coming out once more. I try my best to calm myself down and stop thinking dirty thoughts. Especially when a sleeveless San sits next to me and rests his hand on my thigh as we all talk.

“Time to go to the stage now.” Myeonjin says as he comes into the room.

“Good luck!” I smile as they all get ready.

“Come with us.” Yunho says taking my hand into his. “You can watch from the side of the stage.” His smile shining brightly as he looks down at me.

“Am I even allowed to?” I ask.

“Of course.”

“We want you there.” Hongjoong says

“All of us.” I hear Jongho say from beside me, causing me to look at him. He is looking at me in a way I’ve never seen him do before, and it makes my tummy flip. “So please come.” I look around at them all, smiling at me, and I nod. Of course I want to be with them, there isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The apartment is quiet tonight. San, Wooyoung and Jongho are having a night out with some of their idol friends they haven’t seen for a while. Yunho had left to go home straight from the studio after the final round of fancalls finished while Seonghwa, Hongjoong, San and Wooyoung were leaving tomorrow. I was pleased for them because they deserve it and I know how it is to miss your family, but I also knew I would miss them, too. 

Saying goodbye to Yunho was difficult, and I wasn’t expecting to feel the emotions that I did when he was leaving. It made me realise that my feelings for not just him, but the others, were slowly growing. He hugged me for as long as he could until Hongjoong had to come into the room and tell him it was time to leave. Before he left, he kissed me and whispered that he would miss me, promised to text and send photos while he was away, too. I told him “Don’t! Just enjoy the break and spending time with your family!” The kiss he gave me before he finally left was long and lingering. It wasn’t heated but I could definitely feel his emotions through it and I felt like his lips were still on mine the entire car ride home as I sat looking out the window. I wasn’t certain, but it felt like he was finding it difficult, too. Or maybe it was all just in my head.

When we got home, I went straight to my bedroom to take out my contact lenses and get changed into my pyjamas. I also just wanted a moment of being alone, too. I was adjusting well to going from living completely alone to with 8 men, especially men who are very attentive to me, but there were times I just needed a bit of solitude. Thankfully, the guys appeared to know when I needed to be alone and didn’t question it. 

When I told Hongjoong about the bipolar, he asked if there were things I ever needed and I told him space was one of them, especially when I would feel overwhelmed. Rarely, but from time to time I just need to be by myself for a little bit. So I wasn’t sure if he’d told them to give me time alone or if they just intuitively knew when I needed it. They left me be, gave me the time I needed, then didn’t make a fuss when I came back to them either, and I appreciated it. 

As I walk into the lounge, it feels weird having the apartment so quiet. I don’t quite know what to do with myself, but there is only one person I need to see right now. I go upstairs and knock on Seonghwa and Hongjoongs bedroom door. I hear Seonghwa say to come in.

“Hey Luna.” he smiles at me

I can see a pile of clean washing on his bed that he is putting away. His already packed suitcase for tomorrow is sitting beside the bedroom door. It makes me smile lightly at how organised he is and I hope that some of it will rub off on me as I am the most disorganised, ‘wait until the last minute then freak out’ person ever! 

I walk over to the window and look out at the skyline. I honestly love the view from their apartment, especially at night time. You can see Han River in the distance. It is honestly a beautiful view. I feel Seonghwa wrap his arms around my waist from behind.

“You okay?” I hear him ask.

“Yeah, I am.” I turn around and smile at him.

“You sure? You were quiet on the drive home and then went straight to your bedroom.” he says.

“I haven’t been sleeping well recently but I am honestly ok.” I reply as he kisses the top of my head. “So don’t worry!”

“Hopefully, with the break from work we all have and your family coming to visit, you can relax and we can get you back into a good sleep pattern again.” he says

“‘we’?” I ask, smiling as I look up at him

“Yes, ‘we’!” he smiles back at me as he pecks my lips. “I know most of us are going away for a couple of days, but whatever we can do to help you, we will.”

“I’ll be fine in a day or two.” I sigh happily.

We spend a few more minutes cuddling before I pull away from him. He goes back over to his side of the bedroom and picks up a shirt from his bed, placing it on a hanger. I go over to the display cabinet with his Lego Star Wars creations and look at them. It brings back happy memories of my dad and I spending an entire day just building, just the two of us. My eyes fall onto Hongjoongs bed. An open suitcase is sitting on it, some clothes haphazardly thrown inside it. 

“Where’s Hongjoong?” I ask Seonghwa

“Where do you think?” He replies, laughing.

“Is he seriously at his studio tonight?” I ask in shock, turning to look at him. “He is going home tomorrow morning!”

“Thought you would have known by now the man pretty much lives there.” He says. “He got changed and left straight away.”

“Of course I knew that, but you guys have finished work for a few days. I didn’t expect him to be at the studio tonight.” I reply.

“Did you come to see Hongjoong then?” he asks me as he is hanging up a clean sweater and I feel nervous.

“Not really.” I say, my fingers fiddling with the bottom of my t-shirt.

“So you wanted me?” he teases, turning around to face me as I nod, feeling the heat rush to my face. I hate how shy I get around them sometimes, as I am not a shy person. I feel his hand cup my face, causing me to jump lightly as I hadn’t realised he had crossed the room to me. “You know Hongjoong won’t be back until like 3am. So we have this room to ourselves for a few hours.” His hands gently tilt my head to look up at him. He has that devilish look on his face, the same one he has had on his face for the past 3 weeks on stage. The one that has caused me to need to stop watching him and the others because of the effect they’ve all been having on me. “And there is also no one else in the apartment, either.”

“Hwa!” I blush as he pushes my hair behind my ear and puts his head beside it.

“I saw how you watched us earlier.” His voice is low and I can feel his breath on my ear. “When we were on stage.” His hands move lower. “The way you slightly bit your lower lip, your thighs rubbing together subtly.” His hand slides into my pyjama bottoms. “And now here you are, in my bedroom....” his fingertips slip past the waistband of my underwear and I cannot help the small moan that escapes my mouth as his fingers glide through my wet folds. “…and ready for me.” There is no denying how extremely turned on I am now. “So, my darling, just tell me what you want and I’ll give you it.”

“You.” I whimper as I feel his fingertip slide in and circle my clit lightly

“I didn’t quite hear that.” He teases, pulling his finger out.

“You.” I say louder. “I want you, Hwa.”

“I love it when you call me Hwa.” He says, his voice low before he captures my lips.

He catches me off guard, causing me to step backwards, but I recover quickly, kiss him back hard and wrap my arms around his shoulders as he removes his hand out of my pyjamas and tugging down on the waistband. He pulls them off along with my underwear and lifts me up. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist as he moves over to the desk in the room’s corner. He places me on it and continues to kiss me, his tongue massaging against mine.

My hands move from his shoulders to the bottom of his t-shirt, tugging at it, and our lips separate as I quickly pull it over his head and throw it on the floor beside us. “Tell me again who you want.” he presses his forehead against mine as I feel his fingers slide into my folds once more.

“I want you.” I moan lightly. My hands hold on to his shoulders to steady myself.

“I can’t hear you.” His voice is laced with desire.

“You Hwa! I want you! Please!” I beg loudly 

“I am all yours.” he smirks before dropping to his knees. He swiftly throws my legs over his shoulders and kisses my inner thighs. My fingers thread through his hair as he opens my legs further. His kisses stop and he places his hands softly on my thighs. 

I look down to see why he’s stopped and I see him looking at the bruises from my night with Mingi. Although they were in the early stages of fading, it was still clear imprints of the fingerprints he had left on me from holding onto my thighs and hips so hard. Seonghwas hands touch over them delicately, examining them closely with his eyes. I open my mouth to say that I am ok but stop when he smirks up at me. “This is really sexy!” I can’t help but smile back at him.

He continues to kiss my thighs, his hands moving under my knees to push my legs back, opening me more. My eyes close as his mouth moves higher.

“Oh, fuck…” I moan as his tongue flicks against my clit, my fingers tighten in his hair.

From the start, he is relentless. His tongue moves quickly, licking and sucking at my clit. Instantly, my back arches from the pleasure and I nearly fall backwards. One of my hands falls from his head and I place it surface behind me to keep my balance. Within minutes I can feel myself becoming undone, my fingers tighten in his hair as his mouth ravishes me. I bite my lip to muffle the noises coming from me, but he stops what he is doing. 

“You better not be holding back!” He says. “We are home alone.”

“Someone might come home, though.” I whine in a little annoyance that he has stopped when I was so close.

“They won’t.” He smirks, coming back up to kiss me and I feel him put a finger inside me. “Let’s take advantage of this rare moment where we don’t need to be quiet.” His lips capture mine once more as he slides another one in. He continues to kiss me deeply as he curls them to hit my spot with each thrust, causing me to moan into the kiss and my body to jerk against him. “Now let me get back to making you feel even better than you are already feeling.” 

He goes back down to his knees again and wastes no time in putting his tongue on me as his fingers continue to thrust inside of me. This time, I don’t hold back, allowing whatever weird noises want to come out of me and just let myself feel good. The feeling of both his fingers inside me and his tongue against my clit has me on the edge again.

“Hwa…. I am going to come!” I moan.

“That is my intention, darling.” he says, his voice laced with smugness

His movements increase. He sucks harshly on my clit, and within seconds, I am coming. As my legs try to close instinctively, he pulls his fingers out of me and holds my legs open further as he continues to eat me out at a fast pace.

“S-seonghwa!” I moan loudly, my fingers tugging on his hair harshly

He groans into me as his hands grip onto my thighs tighter, pushing my legs further apart. I am struggling to keep myself upright as the arm supporting my weight gives out. I am thankful the space behind me is clear as I fall backwards, the back of my head resting on the wall now. Seonghwa is not letting up either, his tongue pushing inside of me now as he continues to groan loudly, making a second orgasm hit harder than the first.

“T-too much!” I pant as his mouth moves faster against me, which I didn’t think was humanly possible.

“And yet you are still grinding against my face like you want more!” He says, pulling his mouth off me. He is right. It is as if my body craves more of him despite it being over sensitive. “Give me one more orgasm and then I’ll let you rest.”

“I need you inside me now.” I whine lightly. “Please, Hwa! I want your dick inside me!” I have never in my life begged so shamefully like this! He suddenly stands up, putting his hands on either side of my neck, his lips so close to mine that I can feel his hot breath.

“You want my dick?” he asks, his lips ghost over mine. “Want me to fuck you?” I nod desperately. “Such a needy girl!” I lean forward to kiss him, but he pulls his head back. 

“Seonghwa!” I pout as he laughs. I lean forward again, but he pulls back, laughing even more. “Stop it!!” I laugh too. 

“You are so fucking cute when you get annoyed!” he grins at me before kissing me and lifting me up once more. He carries me over to his bed and puts me on it. I watch as he shoves his clean washing on the floor and pulls his sweats down.

“Wow, has THE Park Seonghwa just made a mess?” I giggle as he takes a condom from his bedside drawer. “Throwing his clean clothes on the floor?”

“I washed the floor this morning and used the roller on it then hoovered when I got home so I know for a fact that floor is not dirty.” he laughs in reply

“I didn’t say your floor is dirty!” I say, smirking at him. “I simply said that you made a mess of the very tidy floor.”

“Luna, do you want me to fuck you or do you want me to start cleaning?” he asks, getting on the bed and pulling my legs harshly towards him so I slide down the bed. “Because you know I will do it! And once I start, I won’t stop!”

“Fucking or cleaning?” I ask back as I watch him put the condom on.

“You are being a bit of a brat tonight!” he states, leaning down on top of me, his face close to mine. His facial expression is unreadable to me. I can’t see what he is thinking and for a second, I think I have actually pissed him off with my banter until his mouth curls into a smirk. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you?” I nod as he kisses me before leaning back.

His hands push my t-shirt up and over my head, throwing it onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. We are both naked now and he is looking down at my body with dark, lust-filled eyes. “So pretty.” he says as his hands run down my body and move under my knees. He pushes them together and up towards my chest, leaning forward, trapping my legs between our bodies. I feel him push himself inside of me in one swift movement and immediately thrusts in and out. He gives me no time to adjust to him being inside, but it feels good from the start. The noises coming from him are deep and almost feral. It is turning me on even more. “You feel so fucking good.”

With each thrust, he is going harder and faster. My head is becoming clouded and my toes are going numb as my body shakes with the pleasure he is giving me. His eyes are closed and I can see he is completely lost in the moment. I try to hold on to his arms, but it is like my body has no strength and my hands just keep falling down. My entire body feels weak as he thrusts sharply into me. Every movement is hitting my g-spot with perfect precision and with the combination of how fast he is thrusting into me and the way my legs are folded between our bodies, unable to move I am feeling incredibly overwhelmed too and I try to speak, but nothing is coming out. Everything feels too intense. 

“Are you still with me?” he asks softly, slowing his movements down

“My… head… feels fuzzy.” I mumble in reply as he gently puts my legs down onto the bed on either side of his hips and leans down on top of me, his elbows supporting his weight.

“Do you want me to stop?” His hips stilling.

“No! Please don’t stop!” I attempt to grasp onto him as I feel him move back from me. “Don’t leave!”

“Hey, it is ok! I have you, my darling. I won’t leave you.” he whispers soothingly, kissing my lips. “I won’t stop, but I am going to slow down, though.” I feel his hips move again, but slower than before. “Is this ok?” I nod my head. “Am I being too rough?” He asks.

“No.” I shake my head. “You aren’t being rough.” My voice is slightly shaky and I am praying he doesn’t notice it.

“I never want to hurt you.” He says. “Or get carried away, and it causes you any pain or discomfort.”

“You never could.” I can hold on to his face now that my body is relaxing again. “You were actually making me feel really good. It was just intense and I… I am still not used to feeling this… good during actual sex.” I can feel my entire face heat up in slight embarrassment at this. 

“I understand.” He says so soothingly it is almost a whisper. I look up at him and see him looking down at me with the softest look. “While I am glad that I can make you feel good during it, I don’t want to you to feel overwhelmed like that.” I pull his lips towards mine and kiss him again. He is still slowly and gently thrusting into me. I can feel my orgasm building again, so I move my hips to match his movements as our kisses become needy. I pull my legs higher around his waist, causing a slight change in the angle of his thrusts. My walls clench around him, causing him to groan loudly into my mouth. “Fuck Luna!”

“Feels good.” I whimper as his forehead touches mine. “G-go faster please, baby!”

“Are you sure?” He asks, staring deeply into my eyes as I nod in reply. “If it gets too intense again, let me know.”

I move my left hand to his waist and hold on to him, as his hips increases in speed, but I can feel him holding back. My right hand is still on his cheek. I tilt his head so his lips meet mine. He starts to move faster, grunts and groans being passed from his mouth to mine as he lets himself go once more.

“Hwa, you are making me feel good!” I moan, my body moving with him. 

“I’m so close, baby.” he mumbles as I clench around him again. I muster up all the strength I can get to push him to roll over. Thankfully, he takes the hint, holding onto me as he rolls onto his back, and I am lying on top of him now. My knees are on the bedding, on either side of his hips as I start to move against him. One of his hands holds onto my ass tightly as the other gathers my hair into a ponytail, and he pulls my head down to his. His kisses are frantic from the start, and I can feel how close he is. With every back-and-forth movement, I am getting closer to my own release. I can feel it just there but I can’t reach it. 

Seonghwas groans are becoming louder as his hand in my hair tightens and his hips move, matching my pace. I pull my lips away from his and look into his eyes. 

“What can I do to help you come darling?” he asks

“I.. need to sit up.” I reply, pushing myself upright. His hands instantly move to my hips to help steady me as I settle down on him. I let out an unstable breathe as my body shakes a little at how much deeper he is inside of me.

“Are you ok?” he asks me

“I am… the angle is deeper. It is good, though.” I place my hands on top of his that are still holding my hips as I begin to move again. The new angle is hitting me perfectly and I can feel my release approaching again. “Shit, Hwa that’s it!” 

“Oh.. fuck!” he groans, his head falling back onto the bed. His hands suddenly move underneath mine, flipping over so our fingers intertwine. “You are taking me so well! I am gonna come!” 

I can use the leverage of his hands holding mine to steady myself better and I get into a good rhythm. The noises Seonghwa is making are so deep and loud. We are both being loud now.

As I feel myself start to come, my fingers tighten in his hands and I lean down, pushing our hands so they are flat against the bed above his head. I press my lips against his as I keep moving on top of him. Lewd noises spilling from us both as he comes at the same time as my high finally hits hard. My head falls into his neck as I try to regain my breath. We are both panting so hard as our bodies come down from our joint highs. I let go of his hands and run my fingertips through his sweat soaked hair.

“You are amazing!” He sighs, his hand caressing my lower back. 

“So are you, baby.” I reply, kissing lightly at his neck. I can taste the sweetness of the sweat on his skin on my lips as I continue to kiss him and he makes contented sighs.

The room is silent, as I stay laying on top of him, my face buried happily into his neck. We stay like this for a while, just enjoying the comfortable silence and being close to one another.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” he finally says, sitting upright while holding onto my waist. He lifts me out of the bed so easily and takes me into his bathroom. It is my first time seeing it and it’s massive. 2 sinks, a walk-in shower and a separate bathtub.

“You guys have a bath in here?!” I ask when I see it

“Well, I was going to put you into the shower but seeing how big your eyes just got, I am definitely making you a bubble bath!” he chuckles, sitting me on one of the worktops. He pulls off the used condom, tying it and throwing it in the little bin before lifting his black bath robe from the hanger on the wall and wraps it around me “Don’t want you getting cold.” he smiles, tying it around my waist before kissing me. “You look so tiny wearing this.” He chuckles, he affectionately rubs his nose against mine and pecks my lips again.

I watch as he starts the bath. He opens a box that has a lot of different bath bombs in it, asking me to pick one. I pick up a pink one and smell it. It smells of cherries and I instantly like it. “That one is my favourite.” He smiles 

“I’ll pick another one then.” I say, but he takes it from my hand and drops it into the running water before I can say anything. “Seonghwa! Why did you do that? It’s your favourite!”

“Because I could see you liked it.” He replies, his hands cup my cheeks. He places a series of kisses on my lips as I smile widely. “I’ll let you use the toilet. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He kisses the top of my head. He leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind himself and I stand up. I am thankful he’s given me the privacy to use the toilet, as I was desperate for a pee! 

After I’ve used it, I wash my hands before leaning over the bathtub to smell the amazing scent coming from the water. The water has turned a beautiful shade of pink and it makes me smile as I dip my hand into it, checking the temperature. It is perfectly hot. It is has been so long since I had an actual bath as my old apartment only had a small basic shower and I am looking forward to this. I hear a knock at the door and see him peek his head in before he walks in. He has put on a pair of boxers but is still topless and as he comes over to turn off the water; I notice a small red mark on his neck, near his collarbone.

“What is it?” He asks as he sees me staring 

“Don’t freak out but I.. I think I may have… given you a love bite.” I say nervously, motioning to his neck. He turns around to look in the mirror and touches the mark. “Sorry, I didn’t even notice I did that!” It must have been when I was kissing his neck after we had finished and still in that post sex haze.

“Do not apologise, I love it!” He grins, turning back to hug me. “My little vampire!”

“You aren’t mad?” I ask, looking at him as he shakes his head. 

“Absolutely not!” He replies, kissing me. “Now get into the bath before it gets cold!”

Seonghwa helps to take the robe off me and I feel cold, as it was so warm and comfortable. He holds my hand as I step into the bath. As soon as I sit down in the hot water, I feel my body instantly relax. “You aren’t going to join me?” I ask him as he sits on the floor beside the tub.

“Do you want me to?” he asks back, a faint hint of a smirk on his face

“You have made me the most perfect bubble bath, and I want to enjoy it with you, my boyfriend.” I say, reaching out to hold his hand. The little smirk instantly drops, and he smiles so softly at me. “So please, join me!” He presses the back of my hand against his lips and nuzzles his cheek into it.

“You know I cannot say no to you ever.” He whispers, standing up. I lean forward to make room for him behind me as he takes off his boxers and climbs in. He settles in behind me and I lay back against him. His hands wrap around my body. I feel instantly serene in his arms. The smell of the bubble bath, the warmth of his skin and his hands on me. 

“These look fresh.” He says, his fingers tracing the bruises on my thighs. “I am not prying, just wanting to check you are ok.”

“I am absolutely fine. Mingi didn’t hurt me at all. He didn’t even know, to be honest, and I didn’t let him see them the following morning in case he thought he had.” I suddenly realise I’ve said Mingis name. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have told you that!” I add quickly, my heart suddenly racing. “Please don’t tell him!!” I sit upright.

“It is ok!” He says quickly pulling me back into his arms. “It’s ok.” He soothes kissing my temple

“You said one rule was not talking about what we did, though.” I say.

“That is mainly between the guys, so you don’t think we are talking about you behind your back. You are free to talk about whatever you want to with us, though. Only if you feel comfortable enough. The guys and I agreed in advance it was ok if you wanted to talk about anything with us. We are all in this relationship together.” He says, one of his hands rubbing comforting circles on my stomach, the other resting under my breasts. “You don’t need to worry about that or feel you can’t talk to us either.”

“Makes sense.” I nod slightly. “Mingi wasn’t being rough with me or hurting me. I bruise really easily, so I usually have one somewhere on my body, anyway.” I turn my head to look at him again. “Plus, I kinda like sex bruises, too. So I don’t mind them.”

“You are definitely a kinky little thing, aren’t you?” He laughs, kissing me. 

“You know, I will definitely have more tomorrow from you.” I say to him. “You were holding onto my legs pretty hard earlier on.”

“As long as you aren’t hurting from them.” he replies

“Only in a good way.” I smirk at him before letting out a small laugh.

“You really are kinky.” he laughs again. “You are going to keep us all on our toes.” He adds softly into my ear.

I rest my hands on his knees as we continue to relax in the warm water. The scent of the bath bomb is comforting for us both. The closeness and intimacy of having a bath together is making me feel happy.

“Are you looking forward to going home tomorrow?” I ask him.

“I am. It’s been a while since I saw my family.” he replies.

“What do you normally do when you go back home?” His hand under my breast soothingly cups one of my breasts. There is nothing sexual behind it at all.

“Our house is in the country, middle of nowhere. There isn’t a lot to do like here in Seoul. It is quiet and peaceful. We go on walks. My dad usually fires up the fire pit at night time and we just sit around, toasting marshmallows and talking. I love it.” he answers, kissing my temple as I smile at the thought of it. He deserves this break so much to rest and be happy. “You must be looking forward to your family arriving on Tuesday.”

“I cannot wait to see them!” I smile as my fingers rub the skin on his knees on either side of me. “The girls are going to be so big! Are you nervous about meeting my parents?”

“A little. I know you told me your dad will put on his scary army face, but that he isn’t scary. However, I am still nervous. I’ve never met a girlfriend’s parents before.” he says.

“You don’t have to be nervous. My dad has already told me he likes you, so there is a chance of no scary army face. If he does, my mom will reign him in! She wears the pants in that relationship. He does whatever she says.” I laugh. “So don’t be nervous. The plan is on Thursday to have a nice, quiet, relaxed, home cooked meal at the apartment they’ve rented. No pressure.”

“Will the twins be there too?” he asks, his head resting against mine as I lean back further into him

“No, they’ll be staying the night with my Uncle Jihoon and Aunt Soomin. So it will just be the 4 of us. Like I said, no pressure.” I answer.

Truth be told, I am feeling rather nervous myself. With my mom knowing me inside and out, I am worried she’ll know there is something more to my relationship with Seonghwa. I can only pray that on Thursday night we look like any other normal, regular boyfriend and girlfriend, and that my mom suspects nothing. I feel Seonghwa place a kiss on the side of my head, pulling me from my worried thoughts, and I smile. I don’t want to worry anymore, I just want to enjoy this precious alone time with Seonghwa.

[doubleddenden]

Wrestletuber2024 was everything I ever wanted real life wrestling to be

We got roided out sins against humanity teleporting, punching, and throwing furries

We got trash talk and a diss track from an entire galaxy to the last dinosaur

We got to see babygirls, girl and boy failures humbled and fumbled

Announcers putting their entire BALLS into the introductions

Commentators giving us THRILLING and hilarious observation of techniques like "London Bridge is Falling Down" or the diaper meta

A snake!

An AI little girl vs a Text to Speech lady's paid stand in dad she found in the woods

Bottoms vs dogs

FUYOMAN WITH HIS BACK TO BACK TO unscheduled BACK WINS

And my personal favorite bits:

1. Smaller vtubers hanging out and befriending bigger vtubers- especially Juna and Kai from IdolEN, who had big roles to play. Juna was a fun interviewer and Kai's commentating with Octavio was hilarious

2. Surprise Mint, and also the unbridled half a braincell chemistry she and Doki had together. I need another collab with them now

3. Whatever the hell was happening in the Mint v Matara match. I was losing it

4. My first real stream introduction to Bettel being him winning by complete surprise against the diaper meta and be crowned champion for all of 5 minutes before he was folded like a lawn chair by U-Man Usan

5. Nana's complete domination over Jurard. There's disrespect and then there's just MURDER

Need more of this. Next year I hope they go even more all out

Some other VTubers I need to see next year that I think would eat this shit up

1. Ollie

2. Biboo

3. Heavenly

4. Henya

5. Alias Anono (oh my God she'd love it, she actually watches wrestling)

6. Michi Mochievee

7. Bao (God help us, there ain't anyone more of a bottom than her)

8. Onigiri

9. RPR and Regis Altare, to complete Team Snake Bite

10. And a lot more smaller vtubers that need their moment to shine, like others from smaller corps like V4Mirai, Phase Connect vtubers, indies of course, etc

And for commentators I'm just gonna highly request Matara join in, and Haruka Karibu for additional unhinged energy

And just outside this, I want more Doki Mint collabs. I just love how stupid they are together

Ah man, what a fun 2 days and 10 hours

[bitchinbarzal]

ozzy’s coming out | life of stevie

notes; this talks about emotional aspects of being gay, coming out to parents and family. i will not tolerate hate or homophobia on my page, regardless of the fact that this is a fictional character this is a real situation and your words hurt people who are real.

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You and Jack had noticed she was becoming a little more distanced lately, well and truly in her moody teen phase.

“Leave her, she’ll come to us when she’s ready” is what you would say whenever Jack would attempt to call after her or scold her for slamming a door.

It’s late one night and you’re both sitting on the couch after a long day watching a sitcom that was purely intended to be background noise.

“Mom? Dad?”

You both turn to see Ozzy standing in the doorway

“Hey babygirl” you smile, opening your arms for her to cuddle on the couch but she doesn’t move. Jack notices she’s shaking, something he does due to his anxiety too.

“Peanut? What’s wrong?”

“Can i, can i talk to you guys?”

You exchange worried glances with your husband “Yeah, of course baby. Come tell us what’s going on”

She inches closer to you both “A lot of girls at school, they’ve got crushes”

You try to hide a smile, you hadn’t had to have this talk with Stevie. Your baby had her first crush.

“On boys and I don’t want to have a crush on boys” she stutters, hands still shaking.

“That’s ok baby you don’t—“

“Because I think i like girls!” She rushes, stopping you in sentence.

Jack’s grip on your waist tightens for a moment and he mumbles “Oh”

She looks panicked “Or not! I don’t even, i mean probably not—“

You both jumped off the couch and towards her in her teary state “Hey, hey, hey no baby! Breathe!”

You hold her face in your hands and breathe in slow and fast “Breathe baby, breathe with me”

She calms her breaths to a shaky short breathe “I’m sorry!”

Jack’s hand on her back guides her to the couch and you’re perched on the coffee table.

“Baby it’s ok, hey, you’re okay”

“I don’t want you guys to hate me!”

Jack then chimes in “Hey, look at me!”

“Ozzy look at me”

Her teary eyes move over to her dad “Look and my face and now look at your mom”

She turns to you, your heart aches when she looks at you.

“Do you know what you’re looking at right now?”

She shakes her head

“You’re looking at your mom and dad, the two people who love you more than anything in this world and we did before you told us that news and we look the exact same now you’ve told us”

With each word he says she cries harder

“You’re our baby, Oz and nothing — i mean nothing you say or do could ever change that. You are freaking Ozzy James Hughes, our rockstar girl and I promise you that will never change”

Her head is shoved into Jack’s chest as she sobs, his hand holds her head and kisses the crown of her head.

“My no boys rule still stands though… even if you like girls just change it to girls. I’m a protective dad no matter who you like”

She laughs through the tears “Deal”