#She really got the worst of both fears huh?

[player-1]

Limbus Company Sancho/Don is afraid of water: Proven Bloodfiend lore, a known irrational fear since “blood (on the battlefield) is thicker than water (in the womb)” and irl vampires can’t cross running water, miles of potential for the Sinners to tease/torture her with a water bottle every chance they get.

Limbus Sancho is afraid of fire: …Oh no…

[petew21-blog]

The Strangest things

Billy and Steve haven't really started on a good note to be honest. Billy was your typical bully dominating the entire school, especially the younger students like Mike and the gang. But most of all his sister, Max. She had it the worst. Maybe it was his childhood trauma, maybe just his shirt personality. But Billy truly enjoyed tormenting people. Even his family. He didn't like to have Max as part of his family just cause his father said so. He wanted his normal family back, his own mother. It wasn't possible though, his mother died so many years ago and there was nothing normal about his family even back then. His family was always secretly abusive, it was just well hidden inside before his mother passed away.

While trying to set up his new alpha rule over Hopkins High School, he found out that this school already had it's own tormentor. Why was he the popular one? He had a stupid haircut, didn't even torment people. Why was he so popular? His plan was simple now. Get rid of him and take over the school. That way he could have power again. Cause that's the way people leade, with fear. And then people will follow like sheep

He decided to crush him during the basketball practice. People watched, but that wasn't enough. He had to humiliate him somehow. Maybe ruining his reputation would get him out of the way. But how could Billy make Steve seem like a criminal? There must be a way. Billy had to go over some methods he thought he might never use. Maybe drugging him would be enough.

He got some pills from a dealer, some oddly mixed stuff. There was actually one druh that you could crush into powder and it would absorb through the cornea of the eye. Wild stuff

"Where would he be the most unprotected? Hah, the showers." The scene drugged Steve would cause in the locker rooms might just be enough to make his reputation die out and making Billy the King of the school.

He got into the showers while Steve was washing his hair. "HEYYYY Hairy Harrington, the rumours didn't lie after all"

"What do you want Billy?"

"How dare you just ask me without calling me 'Sir', huh?"

"Look sir Billy, nobody cares about you, you're a nobody and it will stay that way, cause nobody cares about this high school bullshit anymore. So be chill ok?"

"We'll see about that"

As Billy blew the powder into Steve's face and watched him suffer, he also turned off the water to make it harder for him to wash it out.

"This is gonna be fun, Harrington"

What Billy didn't know was that the drug dealer harvested the drug from one of the entrances to the Upside down. And now the powder left on his fingers was making microscopic roots into his nervous system. The roots hated the light and warm water. Steve now unkownigly turned on the cold water on both of them. This closed the circuit and the roots now communicated. Not only the roots, Billy and Steve too. And both of them now found each other on the other side of the shower.

The roots wanted more, they wanted to grow deep inside of their bodies. But they couldn't let their hosts know about their presence. Tapping slightly into their brain, activating some receptors to make them both horny.

Billy, now inside of Steve's body, felt his dick pulsating. But he didn't see anything. His eyes were full of soap. So he splashed some water into his eyes. As he looked down not only he saw Harrington's hairy chest, but he also saw his own body on his knees aprroaching his dick to suck it.

Normally Billy wasn't gay, but this was something else. Something was making him hornier than ever. Wanting to fuck his own body. That something wanted him to let go and control him. But his new body was stronger. He won't be controlled by something else. If he would fuck Steve Harrington in his own body, making Steve his little bitch, it would be on his terms.

He took his own body by the neck and pushed him againts the shower. Choking him really hard. The look of Billy's face controled by Steve, clearly showed that it was full of lust, but Billy realised, that this something else that tried to control him and failed, now succeded inside of his body, with Steve Harrington as his passenger.

Maybe it way time to make a slight change of plans. Maybe embarassing Steve wasn't the only way to become the King of this school. Maybe being Steve Harrington and tormenting everyone would be much easier now. But that would mean he had to embarass his own body. No, that would mean he would embarass Steve, not himself. And on the other hand, he would now have a new family without his abusive father, without Max.

He forced his grip to let go and now took his old dick into his hand. Crushing it. Steve was looking at him with lust and desire.

"Say you're my bitch!"

"I'm your little bitch"

"Suck my dick you little bitch!"

Steve got on his knees and took the throbbing dick into his mouth. Taking it whole. That massive monster. But Steve's mind was during him to do more. To do everything to make them both cum. He never wanted to make someone cum so hard. Not even himself.

Billy was pushing more and more. Feeling the pain it caused to Steve, but he didn't care. He was making Steve his bitch and his bitch was deep throating him like a pro.

"I'll cum your face, you little bitch"

"Please cum on me, Sir. I am your little bitch"

Just this sentence could make everyone pour out streams of cum for hours. The cum now all over Billy's old face was enough to make Steve cum and out of being dominated by his own body, he did.

Both of them came in the showers. But only one of them won

Billy felt as the other entity died inside of him. As he won over his new body back, fully.

That unfortunately can't be said about Steve in Billy's. The roots now formed a copy of his nervous system, controlling everything he did.

Billy observed as a mischievous smirk appeared on his old face. Towering over him now and grabbing him by the neck.

"Stop this Harrington, or I'll beat you up" Billy said as he fought back.

But there was no use. His old body now possessed some new strength. He couldn't fight back.

They got to the upside down portal, which Billy obviously didn't know. Steve just smiled at him and said:"Enjoy the torment, STEVE" as he threw him there. The portal closed behind him

Billy got up and looked around

"Where the hell am I? Why is everything so dark? It looks like where I was, but also not"

"And what the hell is that thing heading towards me. Jesus Harrington, where did you send me?"

"Hey! I... I'm Billy. Steve Harrington sent me here. He said you need someone to tutor you math. I'm the best guy for it."

"Ahhh, yeah my grades haven't been really up to code recently, but I do know the important stuff. Besides, I can already tell you're gonna be a great student. But before I enter I must warn you. I do like to do more... practical knowledge rather than theory." Steve said with Billy's charming smile. The idea that BIlly is somewhere in the Upside down fighting for his life, didn't even cross his mind. He only felt his dick hardening

He was happy now.

And so was Vecna in the Upside down. He was now going to set up an army. And have some fun too on the way, controlling Billy's body

[fuumiku]

Chilcille huh... ngl I was a little suspicious. like why would you do that, huh... hope youre not mischaracterizing anyone in your weird and wacky ship. a little weird. but then you said they both had flat asses and you know what? I salute you and your perfect characterization

The fact you seem to think you managed to not make this ask insulting is baffling. What the hell. Fuck off.

If you actually care to be open minded about the ship, I talk about marchil on my sideblog 24/7. Funnily enough I’m currently 4k words deep into an analysis of their character arc together in canon, but that’ll take some more days to get done. Some notable posts:

Of course without counting the analyses of Chilchuck on his own I’ve made, like my masterpost on his family situation. Or better yet you could also read my fics for them, see how weird and wacky they are here.

Wanna talk about mischaracterisation? They’re literally a comedic duo who interacts 24/7. Marchil is crazy bc ppl are like "did those shipper read with their eyes CLOSED?? They have no chemistry!" Meanwhile canon is like: "She’s obsessed with knowing everything she can about him and she reads him like a book." In her eyes he’s like that extra rare and hard and shiny unlockable dating sim character, that brooding mysterious character trope that’s thrilling to crack open and typically is at the center of the plot. The wife roleplay???? "Hey, did you know his type is blondes. Hey did you know he likes his women pretty and blonde. Hey did you know he likes her hair. Hey did you know that he teases her 24/7 and it’s one of the few things that consistently gets him grinning because he finds her reactions cute." Like a schoolyard bully pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes.

It’s not like they have any thematic narratives or relevance. It’s not like she’ll live to 1000 and has existential dread about it while he’s logically gonna be her next friend to die at 50 and wether it’s romantic or platonic it’ll terrify her to lose him. It’s not like it’s fear of death x fear of rejection so they’re both obsessed with the thought of loss looming, past and ongoing. It’s not like it’s half-elf x half-foot and there’s an inherent journey that was and still is to dispel prejudices and truly come to see each other. It’s not like he’s painfully real and raw and flawed but still a good man, that he’s not the figure of prince charming that she’s always dreamed of while still being virtuous and worth fighting for. Or you know, her hair being golden and it being the epitome of beauty to him, and his hair turning silver and it being Marcille’s worst nightmare.

Just a weird wacky ship who means nothing but shallow things to people who have weirdo reasons for liking it. Like can you not. If you’re not imaginative enough to think of reasons why this ship may have an appealing dynamic that’s not my issue. But yes, yes, they’re both flat asses to me, thanks.

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my Heart is.

Chapter 3: The First Time Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 1100+ Warning: implied rape and abuse A/N: idk i feel weird that he's kinda ooc; tbf he is very different here in this ff BUT LISTEN crazy meets sweet, ITS KINDA CUTE also also, imma take a break and continue my devout!reader ff, you can check it out here. thanky!

mmmmm i changed so much dialogue i wonder how this'll go. (edited as of Feb 20)

It had been quite a few months after Alastor and I have started going out. Nothing drastically different happened when we were still friends then transitioning to lovers.

Both of us would mind our own business, however, that didn’t really mean that we weren’t thinking about each other. If Alastor went on radio, I would listen to him while doing mundane chores, listening to his voice through the vintage filter of the stereo, I'd even retort to his witty commentary as if he was in the room with me. While, I would be out doing shows across the city, ranging from clubs and cafes to the early television programs.

Today was one of those days, where I would be waiting for Alastor to pick me up after performing a show, as he promised to bring me out to drink for our date. I stood at a lamp post waiting for him, looking down at my shadow.

“Well, look who it is. Lil’ Mel out in town?” a raspy voice said to me, “Must be nice to finally get out of that orphanage, huh? How’ve you been liking it so far? Missed me?”

Hearing this familiar insistent voice sent shivers down my spine, having flashbacks of my days in the orphanage. I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Go away, Aidan. I don’t want to talk to you,” I announced, fear creeping up on me.

“Oh, don’t be like that, babe!” he said putting his hand on my shoulder, “Don’t you remember all our fun times?”

I wriggled out of his grasp and angrily answered, “Fun? Hah, you’re insane. And never call me babe! Goodbye.”

I tightened my grasp on my sling bag and briskly walked away, looking for a more crowded area. But I never got too far when he suddenly had my arm in a tight grip making me squeal in pain. He covered my mouth with his other hand hushing me, and placing his knee between my legs. This scenario was all too familiar that tears welled up in my eyes automatically, but I gathered all my courage tensing my body and biting his hand, frustration clear on my face.

Meanwhile, Alastor was already a few buildings close to your arranged meeting place when he stopped when he heard a familiar voice.

“I told you to let go of me!”

This shout reaches his ears following a thud, fearing the worst he then bolts toward Miledy’s direction.

“Miledy!” he yells however freezes when he sees a man looming over her with a metal pipe in his hands.

“AL!” she screamed scared out of her wits.

Without a second thought, he lunges at the man throwing the both of them to the side leaving me on the floor. I looked at Alastor in fear for him when I saw him struggling to wrestle the larger man off of him.

“STOP! GET OFF HIM!”

Aidan seemed to falter when he heard me, creating an opening for Alastor and managing to stab him through his chest. Aidan gathered the last of his strength to wrap his hand around Alastor’s neck. I panicked and grabbed the forgotten pipe and bashed him over the head, making him go limp on top of Al.

Alastor moved the body to the side and with a relieved look on his face, he moves forwards and pulls me in a tight hug.

“I was so scared. Did you get hurt?” he frets over me.

“You’re not scared of me? I just killed a-a person, Al,” I asked afraid of his reaction.

“Heavens no! I’m more relieved you’re not hurt,” he replied letting go of the hug and placing his hand to the side of my face.

Relieved that Alastor didn’t leave her despite her sins, she finally broke down as she recounted the traumatic events that had happened, including the times where she comforted herself to sleep crying after Aidan was done playing with her, causing all these bottled up grievances to burst out. While Alastor did his best to comfort her in an embrace.

“We should probably leave now. It won’t take long before someone calls the police,” he explained holding on to her shoulder. I only nodded my head shakily still rattled and followed his lead.

He covered the body and lifted it over his shoulder keeping it steady while his free grabbed my hand and ran far far away. We eventually ended in a forest where we buried the body. I wiped the sweat off my brow breathing deeply from all the extraneous activities. After that was all done, Alastor led me to a cabin outside the hunting grounds.

“Where are we?” I asked while looking at the old furniture and the floorboards that creaked.

“My house,” he stated simply offering me a glass of water. I took and drank all of it without a second thought making Alastor tug a very subtle smile on his lips at how she completely trusted him.

“Al, we just killed a man and buried him. What if they figure out that we did it? What will happen to us?” I ramble, face going pale from different scenarios going through my mind.

He kneels in front of me a frown adorning his face when he saw how distraught I was and replied, “I’ll never let them hurt you. I promise, they will never know.”

“What about you, Al! What if they take you away from me. I don’t want to be separated from you!” I yelled hoping he’d care about his own well-being.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said reading through me and holding my face in his hands, “I’ll never ever leave you, not if I can’t help it.”

My eyebrows furrowed still unconvinced, “How can you be so sure?”

His eyebrows drooped and a wry smile takes place while putting his hands on my knees obediently, “I’ve been hiding from them for years now. They haven’t had any idea that it was me. Knowing a lot of people surely has its perks.” I looked at him confused. “The first person killed was when I was 16, on the day that my mother died, and I’ve been running ever since.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you. But I never wanted you to be involved in this dirty past of mine,” he apologizes. “But I swear on my life that I never had any bad intention towards you. All I want is for you to be safe and free from worry.”

It took a very long time before one of us did or said anything. I took his hand, stood up and walked him towards the balcony that we walked past getting here. And just watched as the sun slowly rose hand in hand.

“I guess this is how we live for the rest of our lives now,” I uttered just above a whisper to the wind.

“I’ll protect you. No matter what.”

“Me too. You can depend on me… I love you, Al.”

“Thank you, Miledy.”

[kwonsshi]

an idea that popped in my head while on a bus ride home, as this is my first post here i don't know if i'll write more of this or even be active here but i thought why not clear this out of my drafts before school starts again, so here you go.

not proofread!

YANDERE! LEE HEESEUNG and YANDERE! SIM JAEYUN x IDOL!READER (Named)

Olivia was horrified, this couldn't be happening to her. In the sheer amount of shock and fear she was experiencing she managed to drop her phone to the ground, cracking the screen. Her hands thrembled with her breathing becoming shorter and shorter with every intake. She felt like passing out simply due to what Heeseung had managed to do now, this was going to put a nail in the coffin for her whole career, not like it wasn't already 6 feet under.

That's when her ringtone started blaring and she scrambled to pick up her phone, seeing it was one of her managers, Eunji, calling her. She pressed the answer button with shaking hands and heard Eunjis' screech immediately "Huh Olivia! What is this news about you and Heeseung dating?!" she yelled out in anger and the younger girls' whole body began to tremble "I-I don't know Eunji." she said in a hushed tone, scared of her manager yelling at her again "We broke up almost a year ago, you know that." she stated to her manager who was pissed on the other side "Well I guess you're not as broken up as I seemed to think." Eunji stated, bitterness clear in her voice.

Olivia immediately tried to defend herself "No, Eunji, I'm serious. I don't know why he would even say that." her voice got caught in her throat "The photo he showed is almost two years old, please you have to believe me." she pleaded with her manager, tears streaming down her face in blatant distress. Eunji could be heard sighing on the other line "I can believe you all you want, but the higher ups won't. A meeting is scheduled in an hour with both our company representatives and his." this caused Olivia to once again hyperventilate.

"Get ready, I'll send out Hyunwoo to pick you up." Eunji ordered out before hanging up the phone, leaving Olivia to her own thoughts and tears. How foolish could she have been to not take his threat seriously? He had threatened her to break up with Ricky and these were the consequences. Oh God, Ricky! What would he think of her now because of this situation. She dialed him immediately, but due to not getting any response she left him a voicemail "Please, please call me once you get this message, I can explain everything." she said and ended the voicemail. But the sad truth was that the girl could not explain anything, how was she going to explain to the boy who treated her like gold that her psychotic ex had done this for some stupid revenge he wanted because she had broken up with him. How was she going to explain all of that in a calm manner, when here she was trembling just at what the man had done on his live stream, declared the two were dating and showed an old photo as proof. Either she was going to die or her career as a kpop idol was.

About fourty-five minutes after the disaster that had happened, Hyunwoo, another manager of theirs came to pick up Olivia as she still hadn't gotten her drivers license. She tied her shoes and made her way down tbe stairs to meet the tall bulky manger outside, as he lead her inside the car he said nothing. And that was the worst thing for Olivia because Hyunwoo was one of the sweetest, kindest and most talkative people she had ever met, usually he couldn't shut his mouth from talking, so this meant she really, really fucked up. Finally as he turned the car on he spoke "So is it true?" he asked, stealing a glance to the girl through the rear view mirror. She shook her head firmly "No, not at all."

The sound of his tongue clickling with irritation was loud and Olivia only closed more and more into herself, no matter how much she pleaded innocent in this, no one would believe her. "How did he get the photo then?" he asked "I thought you two broke up a long time ago." he added and the girl nodded. Alongside her members, Hyunwoo and Eunji were privy on the information of her dating the other idol. She had even almost come close to telling all of them the truth about her relationship a few times, but held back from fear. Not fear of what he would do to her, she had already been through hell and back with him, no, but fear of what he would do to those she cared about.

"It's an old photo, just as I told Eunji unnie." Olivia said as the car sped through the streets. "Do you have any knowledge on why he would do something like this then?" Hyunwoo asked and the girl almost nodded before reminding herself not to. So she shook her head in denial "No, I'm as clueless as all of you." she let out a long sigh "I'm just hoping for this meeting to be done quickly. This topic isn't something I like talking about." Hyunwoo only hummed and contined driving to her agency. The car ride was short and not very pleasant with the present silence from her favourite manager. The two of them got out of the car and headed inside the tall building, Olivia let out another long sigh as if preparing herself mentally to see that man again.

Hyunwoo led her to a meeting room on the fifth floor and the two stepped inside. The room was already full with Eunji sitting down, the CEO of her company by her side and on the other side of the table was the Be:Lift representative alongside Heeseung. The boy who in a matter of hours ruined her image as an idol, and ruined her career alongside it, was smirking at the paper he was reading. Olivia shuddered before Hyunwoo lead her to a seat next to Eunji who gave her a stern look, as if to behave. The seat she was ushered to, was unluckily for the girl right across Heeseungs' seat, he now smirked at the girl before going to his stupid poker face Olivia always hated.

"Alright then, with everyone present, shall we start?" the CEO said and everyone in the room agreed "Miss Huh, here is your copy of the contract that the representatives of Be:Lift proposed to us." he handed the girl a contract that was only one page long and she turned to read it right away "Of course, we agree with all the details as we see mutual benefit in letting your relationship be public." her eyes wanted to jump out of theit sockets "Excuse me but what!" she exclaimed "We're not even dating, we broke up for Gods' sake." she stated looking at Heeseung who just seemed amused at her cry. Eunji gave her another hard look before talking.

"It doesn't matter if you're dating in reality. In the eyes of the public you two are dating after." she paused to give Heeseung a look full of disgust "Well after what was done a few hours prior." she added "So you will either sign that paper or you loose your job." she finished and Olivia wanted to disappear right there. How could she do this?! How was this fair in the slightest!? And how could Heeseung just fucking sit there smirking at her as if he knew something more about this than her!? At her lack of words the CEO jumped in "Let's not threat anyone Eunji-ah." he said and she apologised immediately "But miss Huh, you do understand that if you don't sign this, you're gone. And I don't really know how well eternia can do without it's main creative in the team."

Now that wasn't a direct threat, but it still was one and Olivia simply nodded, lost for words at how she was just toys to these people. She wasn't worthy of being seen or treated as a human in these peoples' eyes and that's what disgusted her the most. Reluctantly she signed the contract with which she sold all her integrity, and while everyone else left the meeting room to "celebrate" the successful venture, she was left all alone to reflect on what she had just done to herself. But she was not as alone as she seemed to think, he was there, leaning on a wall staring down at her with an almost predatory glint in his eyes. "I told you there would be consequences if you disobeyed and didn't break up with that stupid rebound." he dryly chuckled. "Did you really think I was going to let you go so easily?"

She glared at him through her disheveled eyes as he stalked around the table towards her "He wasn't even a good rebound love. I don't really know what you saw in him." he said with a smile and that's when Olivia broke "I don't know what I saw in you!" she yelled out "You fucking psychopath! You ruined my life!" tears brimmed in her eyes as he only smiled down at the girl but she continued to let her rage consume her "Fuck you and fuck Jake for ever introducing me to you!" she finally finished with a slam on the table and that's when the door opened. Through her hazy gaze she saw a man enter with a pout on his mouth, it was Jake, fucking Jake "Aww, that hurts my feelings darling." he stated, coming to stand next to Heeseung. "She has to apologise for it, doesn't she Heeseung?"

His friend hummed with a small smirk, a dark glint in his eyes as they both looked at her. "Well then, won't you apologise?" Jake asked with a fake pout on his face and Olivias' jaw clenched just at the thought that he once was her best friend. She beelined to step out but was stopped bu Heeseungs' hand which pulled her back "Those are same bad manners of yours love." he stated with a chuckled, the girl tried to release her hand from his grip "Let me the fuck go Heeseung. We're done, what don't you understand about that!" she said as she felt her upperarm start to ache from his grip. "I think that contract you just signed says different love, doesn't it?"

She somehow managed to pull her upperarm out of his tight grip and held onto the door to the office. "Just because I signed something doesn't mean I owe you shit, now goodbye you physcopaths." and with that she bolted out of the room back downstairs. Olivia had no clue on how she was supposed to go back to her dorm or whether she would even want to go back. Would the two of them follow her there? They already knew the address, so it was probable for either of them to show up. Not knowing what to do she sat on a park bench and dialed a number she hadn't heard off in a long time "Auntie Jia?" she muttered out "Can I—" she stuttered "Can I come over for a few days? There's been chaos here and I need a break from everything."

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader.

Part 6 omggg! Not really too much to warn about in this chapter, mentions of smut and appearance from Max Verstappen who’s innocent asf. Only a short chapter, I’m going to have to wait to upload the rest of the parts when the Hungarian GP is over and done with this weekend so apologies for the small break! I’ll throw in another smut chapter just whilst you all wait <3

@benbarneslut @dinodumbass @ricci-ardo @allabouthappiness After sharing a bed for the past 2 nights, Daniel and y/n fear they’ve been caught out by a fellow Red Bull driver. Daniel jets off to Italy to the AlphaTauri headquarters, leaving them both feeling oddly sad at the parting.

“But you’re excited to be going back?” She smiled, pulling her vest stop back on, “yeah, I can’t wait.” Daniel responded. The pair had been talking away, like always, about Daniels return to F1. “Excited to go to Italy too.” He added on.

“Looks pretty.” The HQ for AlphaTauri was there, so he’d be flying away until he got back to Hungary for the Grand Prix. She couldn’t like she was somewhat saddened that their two day romp had ended. They’d spent the past two nights together. “You ever been?”

“Hm?” She perked, stepping back into her jeans. “Have you ever been to Italy?”

“No, that’s the one place I’m literally desperate to go, every time there’s been a race I’ve some how missed it.” We’ll have to go, Daniel thought a little too quickly.

“Whattt, you’ve never been?!” She smiled at his dorky response. “Never.”

“You’re missing out.” He sat up from the messy bed where they had practically lived the past 48 hours. The bedsheets were dishevelled as he climbed out, grabbing a discarded shirt off the floor. It was 4pm and they’d been in bed, all day. “I know… I gotta go so bad.” She clipped her hair back, revealing the purple and red bruises Daniel had sucked into her neck.

“You’re gonna wanna hide those…” he sheepishly pointed out. As amusing as it was, he also was proud of his markings, very immature, he knew, but it reminded him of the endless pleasure the two brought one another.

“Oh, fuck you, Ricciardo…” ———————————————-

The group of them all sat around in the hotel lobby, relaxing as they waited on their transfer to the airport. It was all civilised conversations until Christian and Geri took the younger three kids to get food whilst y/n chilled with the rest of the people, stretched out on the plush couch. “So, you had a girl round last night?” Max questioned Daniel, nudging his side as both Daniel and y/n felt like they could choke on their own spit. “Huh?” Daniel coyly spoke, whilst she just remained eyeing them both up.

“I heard it all.” Max shrugged, holding up his hands. Daniels face flushed as he couldn’t hold back a laugh, rubbing over his forehead. “Not that was doing that on purpose.” Max grimaced as she pursed her lips, finding the situation all too amusing.

“I mean she seemed to be enjoying herself, so go you.” The Dutch man continued as she couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “Sorry, I just… I overheard that’s all.” Daniel shot her an amused smile whilst half his face was hid. The eyes she gave him back, mixed with that pretty little smirk was filthy. Daniel wondered if she was glad Max heard, he had no idea that it was her.

When the transfer came, she felt a little disappointed at the small hug she gave Daniel. She’d wished for a kiss or some kinda kind words, but that would’ve been way too obvious. “Have a safe trip.” He muttered to her, hand purposefully giving her back a squeeze, desperate to give her a proper goodbye. He knew he was in way too deep, the fact he felt down about parting from her for a mere week? Worst of all, he’d text her, saying he wished he could give her a real goodbye, something that made her smile to herself and her father to question who was making her giggle like that. “Nobody.” She’d replied, fingers pressing into her keys below. You gave me the best goodbye in the hotel room so idk what you’re talking about Daniel, too, found himself smiling to his phone like a teenager. When his eyes rested on her small picture set to her icon, he felt his heart soften, the smell of her perfume still clinging to his top she’d worn only hours prior. He wore it purposefully.

“Messaging ya girlfriend?” The chaperone cheeked as he glanced up to the Frenchman ahead of him.

“Ah, someone like that…”

[blueishspace]

Looped Sun 17

Back to regularly scheduled programming.

Loop #462

Grian: Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy what do you mean you got a child!?!

Jimmy: Oh you know... it just happened.

Grian: ... HOW DOES IT JUST HAPPEN!?!?

Jimmy: Listen! Listen Grian. It was Tango who broke the fabric of reality.

Grian: Just... what loop did you get her from.

Jimmy: Fear and Hunger.

Grian: ... I... Jimmy mate...did you adopt the god of fear and hunger?

Jimmy: Well... Scott and Tango did too.

Grian: yhbdggfsthxayhcsdgnptsdjkogf kfarjnf ghjvJimmy Jimmy Jimmy what!?!? (Canon accurate noises)

Loop #465

Pearl: Mate, how long is this loop going to be?

Mumbo: I... have no idea.

Pearl: Ugh, why are we even in jail? I got nothing from loop memories.

Mumbo: Crimes? Probably?

Pearl: No shit.

Mumbo: Pearl!

Pearl: We should break out.

Mumbo: What!?

Pearl: I said we should break out.

Mumbo: ... Alright.

Loop #467

Scar: Grian, where did you-

Grian: Scar, this loop is going to be great!

Scar: It is?

Grian: I present to you, the tardis!

Scar: ... Oh! Is this a ...uh Doctor Who variant?

Grian: You bet it is!

Grian: So, anywhere you want to go?

Scar: Oh uh... Hmmm... I need references for a castle I'm building.

Grian: Middle ages, reinassance or?

Scar: I uh... castle? Like regular castle?

Grian: Let me think... 12th century should do.

Scar: What is that!?

Dalek: I am a Dalek.

Scar: A Daklek.

Dalek: Dalek.

Scar: Dilek? Dalk?

Grian: A Dalk!?! Pfttt-

Dalek: Exterminate!

Grian: And now is the time where we run.

Scar: Wait if you are the doctor am I a companion. Am I going to die or be stuck as a robot or something.

Grian: ... No.

Scar: Well It's just-

Grian: You aren't dying. I promise.

Grian: ... Out of all the companion's fate getting to replace the toymaker is hardly the worst one.

Scar: I didn't know vex magic could work on gods!

Grian: Eh, to be fair the whoverse gods are pretty weak compared to others.

Loop #450

Grian: I always told you that you were like a vampire!

Mumbo: ... I don't appreciate this.

Grian: Oh come on Dracula, at least you get to use new magic.

Mumbo: I can't leave during the day Grian! It's pants! I can't go on my bike trips!

Grian: I mean, can't you go during the night? It's not like anything can hurt you.

Mumbo: Of course no- ... Wait... Hmmm...

Mumbo: Grian mate, can I please come in?

Grian: Hmmm...nah.

Mumbo: G, mate, please?

Grian: Nope.

Mumbo: You spoon! Let me in!

Loop #473

Grian: You haven't named her yet? You can't possibly call her The Girl forever.

Tango: Not really, namificating is not something you can just do and she doesn't mind being referred as the Girl.

Grian: Does she have literally any other name you could use!? A nickname? A middle name? Her mother's maiden name.

Scott: Technically the Ancient One.... though the Endless if you consider that to be her mothers maiden name.

Grian: You are not naming a child The Ancient One... or the endless.

Scott: You named your children Grumbot and Jrumbot.

Grian: It's ...different!

Scott: Huh uh. Of course.

Jimmy: Grian Isn't fully wrong though.

Scott: I know... It just feels weird to think about.

Tango: Maybe we can start from her...title?

Scott: Girl or Ancient One? Both are awful names full offence.

Jimmy: Maybe Ancient can become An-something. An-uh...?

Scott: Uh...you mean something like Anne? Annie? Anita? Angela?

Jimmy: Exactly!

Tango: Hmmm... We should try asking her if any fit...

Scott: We have a name and a middle name too.

Tango: We wrote down some ideas and had her choose.

Mumbo: Oh!

Grian: Finally.

Tango: Anne Fair Tek.

Grian: That's a good name- Wait wait wait... Fair...Anne... Fair and Anne. Fear and Anne-ger...you.

Scott: Oh, he's quicker then I tought.

Grian: You named her after a pun!??! I- am... I don't know how to feel about that.

Tango: She liked Anne best ok? she chose it. I just had to at that point.

Scott: Don't tell Jimmy though, he hasn't realized it yet.

Loop #476

Pearl understood why this happened, she really did, but she also didn't think she would enjoy it, looking at her loop memories it seemed she was stuck in Double Life after winning... It was exceptionally lonely.

It had been two days when she realized she could just leave the server pretty easy, the Watchers might try to stop her but she was also a goddess multiple times over. Yet, she also wanted to see how long it took for someone to come back to search for her.

The answer was two weeks it seems, she was almost starting to consider the "leave the server" option but she was glad she didn't. Now the players here probably expected her to be insane or rabid, instead they were going to find her tending to her newest build.

The fact it took a day for them to even try to approach was indication of how scared they were of her, it was funny really, she just had a lovely day working on her garden and base during the whole thing.

Pearl: Hello there mate!

Scott: Pearl!?

Pearl: That's me!

Scott: ... You aren't... attacking me?

Pearl: Oh why would I? You sacrificed myself for me! It's not like you do it for everyone.

Pearl didn't want to hurt Scott, even an unawoken version of him, this didn't mean sshe couldn't use her knowledge of him to be annoying. And she could see him react to her comment, acting ignorant was so fun sometimes.

Scott: O-oh. I see you built a new base?

Pearl: Yeah, had nothing to do for a while.

Scott: I- ... Sorry-

Pearl: Oh don't worry. Want some apple juice?

Scott: Apple juice!?!

Pearl: It's like water? But with apple flavour and made from crushed apple?

Scott: I know what apple juice is Pearl, I just didn't -

Pearl: That's good then, want some?

Scott: ... Uh...sure?

In the end her and Scott talked a bit and then he left very confused... Then after a bit came Grian and she decided she was going to have some fun, just a little bit.

Pearl: Hey there mate, want something to drink?

Grian: uhh... Sure?

Pearl: We got juice, tea, water, spiders, coffee-

Grian: Spiders?

Pearl: Oh sure here you go!

Grian: Wait no that's not what I meant-

But she had already started poaring spiders into his cup.

Loop #479

Grian: I had the weirdest variant loop.

Mumbo: What was it?

Grian: It was Last Life except for one thing. One horrible thing.

Mumbo: ...??

Grian: You know that time I took your mustache?

Mumbo: ... Yeah? Grian: Everyone. And I mean everyone had a mustache except for you.

Mumbo: ... Ew.

Grian: I know! I don't know which is worse! Your face is all like weird without a mustache.

Mumbo: ...Thanks...

Grian: No offence.

Mumbo: Just go on G.

Grian: But seeing Jimmy with it was almost as cursed! It doesn't look right on him or Cleo or ...Etho! Etho had the mustache over his mask!!

Mumbo: ... How?

Grian: I don't know! That's the problem!

Loop #481

Grian: How do you even have Anne join the server? Most of the time whitelist is strict.

Tango: Made her a full player a few loops ago and then just tell X that she's my daughter.

Grian: And he believes it?

Tango: It's not a lie.

Grian: Eh. Guess not.

Tango: And even if he didn't he might be the owner but I'm an admin as well and the other admins would back me up too.

Grian: ...

Tango: I want to ask you a favour.

Grian: ... Let's hear it.

Tango: You... you know fear magic don't you? From your TMA loop as The Eye?

Grian: So Scott told you about that? Yeah.

Tango: Anne... she might not have been to the depth but I know that despite still being a little girl she is in part the god of fear and hunger she can become.

Grian: ... So?

Tango: I just want you to teach her, Scott will help as well since he was of The Vast in that loop.

Grian: Sure, god of fear and hunger implies a second part too doesn't it?

Tango: We are working on it... We might ask Famine from the good omens loop but it's a bit more complicated.

Grian: Alright, I'll do it.

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[imtryingbuck]

Black velvet

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Summary: you and Nat are dating, recently you’ve been arguing really bad. 

Word count: 1370

Warnings: angst, swearing, Nat being a major bitch&a terrible girlfriend. Name calling bitch/slut. Accusations/confessions to cheating, past cheating

Translation: kotenok - kitten / милая девушка - beautiful girl

A/N: I’m leaving the ending the way it is so you can decide what happens

Masterlist

Dating the former Black Widow came with its fair share of ups and downs, for weeks - or if you’re really lucky a few months - the pair of you can both be happy and loving towards each other but then something would happen to annoy her causing her to take it out on you.

When it’s good, it’s incredible. The love she feels for you radiates off of her, the warmth in her arms could leave you warm all winter, her voice sounded like a melody. You loved it when everything was perfect.

When it was bad, oh it was terrible. You were often convinced she hated you, just by the way she looked at you. You didn’t have to touch her to feel the coldness coming from her, just standing across the room from her kept you frozen in place. Her voice always dropped a few octaves when she shouted at you, and some of the names she called you broke your heart over and over again.

Just like last week, you’d been arguing for the past few hours. At this point in this weeks argument you didn’t even know what started it. But what you did know is that it completely spiralled out of control-

“Oh stop fucking crying Y/n! It gets boring”

Not wanting to make her more angrier you try so hard to stop the heavy flow of tears.

“Why can’t you be normal huh? And answer me instead of sitting there and whimpering”

“I-I do-don’t know what I’ve do-done wrong”

“You was all over Steve!” She screamed, making you flinch “Be fucking normal Y/n, he doesn’t want you. Nobody does!”

“I-I was talking to him about growing up in Brooklyn, we were just tal-“

“You want to fuck him don’t you? You’re a fucking slut!” Throwing a vase at the wall, just inches away from your face causing you to scream in fear.

In the two years you’ve been dating, throughout all the arguments and her mood swings you have never been this scared off her.

The door comes flying open revealing Steve, Tony, Sam and Wanda.

“Oh the man of the hour!” Nat points at Steve chuckling to herself.

Steve and Wanda makes their way over to you “Come with me Y/n/n, it’s okay I promise” Wanda softly tries to coax you towards her.

“You leave with them Y/n it’s finished between us I’m done I mean it!” And the worst part of it all was that she was telling the truth.

You was torn between your heart and your brain. Heart wanted to stay because deep down you knew she loves you, but your brain was telling you this was your chance, this was your chance to get away from the mental anguish she was putting you through.

So you listened to the smarter one out of the two organs. Your brain.

With a shaky hand, you put yours into Wanda’s and stood up, putting one foot in front of the other, you walked out of the room.

The names Nat called you were more vile than the last, making you flinch at each word.

Just as you got down the corridor to the elevators you heard her screams, your heart ached at the sound and you almost turned on your heels to run back to her, if Wanda didn’t hold your hand in such a tight grip, you would of.

That night both Steve and Wanda took you home, even staying the night. They didn’t try and ask you about what had happened, because you still don’t know.

You were so grateful for the pair, felt terrible when you realised you were the reason they were out of bed.

The next morning Nat rang you and when you wasn’t picking up she was sending messages, all asking ‘where are you’ ‘are we still on for lunch’. Natasha always blacked out during arguments so when the next day came she didn’t remember anything, which nine out of ten times led to another argument because she was calling you a liar.

Later that day she came to your apartment, knocking on the door like a mad woman. Wanda got up to answer it, you could hear them two arguing from where you was sat. Nat pushed Wanda out of the way, just as Steve came out of the bathroom with a towel hanging on his hips. Another problem being was that you had, had a shower half an hour before Steve did…

“I fucking knew it! I knew you was fucking him. I shouldn’t be surprised really, it’s okay though kotenok I’ve been cheating on you since your birthday, I was late home remember? Yeah I was fucking Kylie” Kylie was a friend of yours who you knew since school. Your birthday was 5 months ago.

You didn’t even say anything, you just ran into the bathroom and emptied the contents of your stomach in the toilet.

Now a week on you haven’t seen or heard from Nat, Wanda did let you know that Kylie was always at the tower - you had asked her just to cause yourself more heartache. You also found out that everyone had fell out with your now ex girlfriend which pained your heart, you didn’t want any trouble between the friendship group.

Instead of putting one of the bags down to make life easier for yourself you continued to let yourself struggle to open the front door, when it finally unlocked you gave yourself a little cheer.

As you were putting things away in the fridge, head in the clouds, you couldn’t stop the scream from coming out when a cough came from behind you.

Turning round you sighed at the sight of Nat standing in front of you. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk”

“Nothing to talk about Natasha so please leave”

“Kotenok I lied to you, I didn’t cheat on you I swear! Not once”

Much to the redheads surprise you was always able to read her like a book but standing here in front of her, you couldn’t tell if she was telling the truth or not. And that scared you.

You had doubts about being in a relationship with Natasha not because she flirted with anyone with a pulse, or because she came home one night smelling of someone else but because she was Natasha Romanoff - beautiful, strong, independent, many more ways to describe Natasha and you was…well you. She could have had anyone but she choose you, so of course you had your doubts.

Six years prior to meeting her, your ex was standing in the kitchen of your old apartment saying the exact same thing. You apologised for overreacting then three days later you came home to an empty apartment, everything was gone - everything you worked so hard for was cleaned out. You later found out that you were correct in overreacting as she was cheating on you, and not only that but it was with Kylie’s now ex girlfriend and just to top it off, all the things your ex stole was sold to fund their new life together.

What scared you the most was if you forgave her and everything she said was false, you weren’t sure if you could trust any other human being ever again.

“Baby please say something”

“I-I don’t know what to say…”

“Anything Y/n”

“You knew about my ex, I told you that the woman she cheated on me with was Kylie’s ex so why, why would you make out that you was cheating on me with her?”

“I was mad, I see your hair still wet and then Steve coming from the bathroom only in a towel I-I got mad and said it”

“But why her? Why her out of all people?”

“Because…because she’s been helping me with something”

Your eyebrows burrowed in confusion. “Helping you cheat on me?”

“No no милая девушка, I-I, this isn’t what I had planned baby it really wasn’t but-“ Nat drops to one knee and pulls out a black velvet box “I love you Y/n always and I hope you’ll do me the honour of being my wife”

“I…”

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[mintiicinnamonii]

Hello hello! How are you??

If requests are still open, how do you think Redson’s artist s/o meeting his parents would go? Maybe s/o doesn’t have any powers or status, so they’re both worried going into it.

Thank you so much! I hope you have a good day!

notes: ah yes the classic asian parent meeting (im viet, lol)

I dont know if you wanted a headcanon or a oneshot, so I’ll give you oneshot! red son goes by she/he in this and the rest of my red son posts unless I have a gendered reader, and the pronouns will change!!

I bless you and all the artists with the ability to draw hands

under the cut is the request

So… When Should We Expect Grandchildren?

Red Son paced back and forth in your apartment, muttering to himself as you got ready. Today was the day you’d finally meet his parents. And he was scared to physically incapable DEATH. What if they didn’t like you? What if they disapproved of him? What if they ASKED FOR GRANDKIDS??? Red Son HATED children, that was one of the worst possible scenario. You were an artist, noit some doctor or supervillain or any job that had any power. But you loved the job; Red Son saw your many artworks strewn on the walls and the sheer passion put into them. He just hoped his parents would love you the same way he did. (No one could really love you as much as he did though, he’s kinda smitten..)

“Doll, you’re gonna set the living room on fire..”

Red Son yelped as she looked over and saw you, as beautiful as you were everyday, standing in the living room. You had clearly dressed up for the occasion; Red Son’s fashion lessons had clearly paid off. The fire demon didn’t notice that her ponytail was on fire. “Oh, uh-..” Red Son set the fire out, stammering. “You okay…?” You asked. Red Son sighed. “I just… I’m just worried. What if my parents don’t like you? I mean, I know no one could ever hate you, but-…” He paused, biting her lip. “Take your time.” You responded, holding his hand and squeezing it. Red Son inhaled. “They care about my… beloved’s power, their status. You… aren’t from a family as prestigious and feared as mine, and there’s a chance they’ll just… disapprove.” He said the last part with a tinge of fear. You kissed his hand. “Hey.. it’s gonna be alright. Even if they don’t approve, we still got each other.” Red Son chuckled. “When did you get so good at words?” You shrugged as the two laughed.

When Red Son walked into his parents home, out of all the things he was thunking would go wrong, he didn’t expect this. It had started when you gave his father a handshake, and his father in response, he’d smirked knowingly at Red Son as he held your hand under the table. Princess Iron Fan had noticed and looked at him with an unreadable expression.

Red Son, having seen the smirk from his father, could feel the heat rising throughout his face and his hair becoming inflamed due to the complete and utter embarrassment of the whole thing. He immediately let go of your hand, placing both of his clawed hands into fists as he internally was panicking like crazy—did he embarrass himself in front of you? Was he too forward? Did he look desperate—oh dear, oh dear…

But it was too late, his mother has seen the whole thing. You had looked at Red Son, raising an eyebrow.

"Huh—what—what do you mean? Of course, I’m alright! My, ah, my father was just…being a bit ridiculous as usual, and—“

Red Son babbled out, avoiding your gaze and the sight of his parents, who were both staring at him. It was only a matter of time before they started to say something about the situation.

The Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan glanced at each other and at their son, a mischievous look formed on their faces. Oh, this will be fun.

”Oh?”

Princess Iron Fan said, a smirk on her lips, and a teasing look formed on her face.

”So, who’s your partner here?”

The question made Red Son’s face turn a bright shade of red and his hair ignited into an inferno, the tips of his hair sparking due to the sheer embarrassment caused from the question. DBK and PIF glanced at each other.

Red Son stuttered. “Uh.. this is (Name). They’re an artist.” DBK and PIF blinked, surprised. Red Son and you tensed, waiting for the eventual disapproval. “Oh, how lovely! I used to paint back before I met my husband.” Princess Iron Fan exclaimed. DBK nodded. “You still do.”

”What family are you from?” DBK asked, raising an eyebrow. You stuttered. “Uhmm. The (L/N) family.” Red Son’s parents hummed, looking at each other, expressions unreadable til DBK spoke up. “Ah.. we actually friends with one of your ancestors. He was a nice one, eh?” Princess Iron Fan nodded. “Good times. Wasn’t that rich, but he made good company.”

Red Son and you let out a breath you didn’t know you two were holding; thank the celestial realms.

Demon Bull King regained his amused and mischievous expression, crossed his arms over his muscular chest with a small chuckle and smiled, enjoying the absolute hell out of how embarrassed Red Son was and how he was squirming underneath his parents gaze. But his tone held nothing but teasing and amusement as he spoke.

”Ah, our Red Son finally has a lover. How lovely.”

You couldn’t help but snicker; this was too good. ”Hmph!” Red Son pouted, a frown formed on his face as he kept his gaze away from his parents. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and annoyed, and how could you just…laugh at him? He was already going through enough embarrassing moments and now you’re just going to laugh while his parents—oh, it was torture! Red Son’s hair burned even brighter, making the tips look like lava due to his flaming embarrassment. You decided to join in on the teasing. “You okay, sweetie?” You kissed his cheek. Red Son felt his heart jump out of his chest when you called him by the pet name of ‘Sweetie’. He immediately became a stuttering mess as his hair flared up and became a wild mane of flames. He tried to form words—but he couldn’t formulate any. The feeling of your lips on his cheek made it even worse, as he could feel the warmth from your lips and how you called him by the pet name you gave him—it was too overstimulating.

Princess Iron Fan and DBK saw the flustered look Red Son had and began to laugh at the sight, how pathetic their son looks right now. But, they couldn’t help but feel happy and proud. They knew their son for all the years they’ve been around him, but they never seen him flustered out of his mind and acting so…love struck.

The Demon Bull King gave a small pat to his son’s head with his gigantic yet gentle hand while he chuckled and grinned at his son’s expense.

"Hehe, our little son has found himself a lover. Look at him—”

The Demon Bull King stated before he snorted, amused.

"So, when should we expect grandchildren? Hahaha!”

The Demon Bull King laughed, teasing his son.

Red Son could feel his face flush with embarrassment. His father’s teasing and his mother’s amused and sly look made him feel like the room was hotter than a sauna, his hair blazing like a wildfire as he tried to regain his composure.

He let out a sharp exhale, attempting to hide the fact that he was still somewhat flustered. He would’ve tried to come up with a witty response or snarky remark, but instead, he managed to stammer out.

”Hahaha, Father, you’re so-so…funny…”

"Haha, of course, I am, boy!”

DBK stated as he ruffled his son’s wild mane, his large hand running through his son’s flaming hair, while his wife snickered in the background. Red Son could feel the heat of his blush rising to his face again, but he tried in vain to hide it by crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a child.

Demon Bull King noticed his son’s attempt to mask his bashfulness, his amusement growing. He continued to tease his son. “Why are you blushing like a bride on her wedding day, huh, ‘boy’?” He asked, emphasizing ‘boy’ with a hint of teasing sarcasm. He couldn’t resist the amusement that came from teasing his son, especially regarding the revelation that Red Son had found a love interest. “Not a bad idea.” You grinned.

The statement you said made a mischievous and sly expression appear on Princess Iron Fan’s regal yet attractive face. Oh, how interesting. She knew exactly how to tease her son now!

She wrapped her arm around her husband, Demon Bull King’s large arm and smiled, feeling her husband’s muscular arm.

“Oh, is that so?” She said, her tone sly and scheming, her smile widening as she saw Red Son’s expression turn even more flustered.

Red Son gulped, realizing he has walked right into his parents’ trap. He watched in growing irritation as his father placed a gentle, yet strong hand on his mother's waist, pulling her close as she smiled slyly.

Princess Iron Fan spoke up and said with a mock sweetness that was laced with mischievousness, her golden eyes glowing.

“Well, if you want to marry our boy so, by all means,” Princess Iron Fan said, and with that, she laughed, enjoying the absolute hell out of this.

Red Son’s face went completely red. This wasn’t fair; of course, his parents would use this situation to their full advantage. He let out a sigh of aggravation, his eyes rolling up at the ceiling as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh, how embarrassing and humiliating! The thought of marriage already made him feel flustered and embarrassed, and now you’re stating so boldly to his parents that you wanted to marry him?

He was utterly flustered and was internally screaming in utter embarrassment. An hour or so later, you and Red Son waved goodbye and left, stepping out into the cold air. You put a hand around his waist, grinning. “So.. when’s the wedding~?”

Red Son stammered. “S-SHUT UP-“

[dazz-linglight]

Hello love, I have a request for sehun we’re reader is younger than him and plus size, and She gets jealous of sehun friendship with sejeong and they get in a fight we’re sehun say he likes sejeong more than her. With a bit of angst and a happy ending.

It’s alright if you don’t want to take this request I totally understand. I love you and you’re writing 🤍🤍🤍

Another Chance.

(idol!Sehun x non-idol!Reader) feat. EXO and Kim Sejeong.

Sehun and you were the type of couple that radiated warmth and affection, laughter often echoed through your small apartment. Sehun, at thirty, had a quiet confidence that complemented your vibrant, effervescent personality. You, younger by five years, a plus-size woman who carried yourself with grace and an infectious smile. Despite the strong bond built in one year of your relationship, insecurities sometimes crept in, often spurred by your own self-doubts.

One sunny Saturday, you were both invited to Suho's barbecue in his new house, along with the rest EXO members and a few other friends. The backyard was filled with people chatting, laughing, and savoring the delicious aroma of grilled food. You stayed close to Sehun, enjoying the social gathering but feeling a bit out of place. It wasn't long before Sejeong, a friend of them joined the gathering.

Sejeong is slim and carried herself with a sophisticated air. She and Sehun had an easygoing friendship and their conversation flowed effortlessly. As they laughed and reminisced about their idol antics, you felt a knot of jealousy in her stomach. Trying to mask the discomfort, you joined the conversation as you could, but couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider around them. Sehun’s attention seemed more focused on Sejeong, and each shared joke and burst of laughter between them felt like a small cut to your heart.

After a while, you excused yourself to grab a drink, trying to collect your thoughts. From a distance, you watched Sehun and Sejeong close together in deep conversation. It felt like watching your worst fears play out in front of your eyes. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, you marched back to the table.

“Hey, Sehun,” you called for him, your voice sharper than intended, “can we talk for a minute?”Sehun looked surprised but nodded, excusing himself from Sejeong. You walked in front of him to a corner where nobody would listen and turned to him, the sounds of the barbecue fading slightly.

“What’s wrong, love?” Sehun asked, concern etched on his face. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice.

“Look, I don’t really like the way you’re acting around Sejeong. You’re so wrapped up in her that you’re ignoring me.” Sehun’s eyebrow furrowed in confusion.

“Love, Sejeong is my colleague . There’s nothing more to it.” He tried reasoning, not understanding where you're coming from.

“But it feels like there is!” You snapped, the insecurities boiling over your head. “You’re being much more attentive to her than you are to me. Do you even realize how that makes me feel?”

Sehun sighed, clearly frustrated. “_______, you’re overreacting. Sejeong is just easy to talk to. We have things in common from work, that’s all.”

You got a bit overwhelmed and a few tears filled your eyes, voice trembling. “Maybe she’s more likable than me then, huh? Is that it?”

Sehun’s patience got thin. “Yeah, maybe she is! At least she doesn’t get jealous over nothing!” The words hung in the air, heavy and painful in your heart. Your face got sour and you immediately turned to walk away from him, quickly going towards Suho's house.

Sehun soon regretted his outburst, but his pride held him back from following you. The rest of the barbecue was a blur for Sehun. He stayed, but his mind was with you, replaying the argument over and over. He hated himself for the ridiculous words he had said, knowing they stemmed from his own frustration and not the truth. While you spent the rest of the afternoon in the living room and away from everyone, tears streaming down your face. You felt humiliated, hurt, and worst of all, you believed Sehun’s words. Maybe Sejeong really was more likable. Maybe you were the problem.

Two hours later, Sehun came in to find and drove you home in silence, the tension between you palpable. When you got home, you went straight to shower and then to bed, curling up on your side, back to Sehun. He watched for a moment, wanting to reach out, but unsure how to bridge the gap he had created.

The next morning, Sehun woke up early, determined to make things right. He slipped out quietly and headed to the nearest florist, buying the most beautiful bouquet of sunflowers. When he returned, he found you in the kitchen, staring blankly at your coffee cup.

“Love...” he said softly, approaching you with the flowers. “I’m so sorry for yesterday. I was a jerk and I said things I didn’t mean. Sejeong isn’t more likable than you. No one is. You're the woman I love. You’re the most important person in my life.”

You turned to face him and looked up, eyes still red from crying. You accepted the flowers, holding them close to your chest. “It really hurt me, Sehun. I’ve always felt insecure about my weight and how I look. Seeing you with her just brought all those fears to the surface.”

Sehun stepped closer, taking your face in his hands. “I apologize. I should've been more considerate of your feelings. You’re beautiful to me, in every way. I don’t want anyone else. I love you just the way you are.”

You stared back at him, eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were tears of relief.

“I love you too, Sehun. I just need to feel that you’re with me, that you see me.”

“I do,” He said with the earnest voice. “And I’ll make sure you always know that.” The two of you stood there in the kitchen, holding each other tightly, the flowers pressed between them.

The tension and hurt melted away, replaced by the warmth of their love. From that day on, Sehun made a conscious effort to show you how much he cared. He never let a day go by without reminding you how beautiful you are to him, inside and out. You too worked on her insecurities, learning to trust more in Sehun’s love and your relationship.

[graciegoeskrazy]

i’ve got a woman now

pairings: Matty Healy x Teen!Daughter!reader (ft. The 1975)

a/n: GUYS. i really like this one lol. im so sorry to the wonderful anon who requested this! it took forever to complete because i loved it so much and kept adding and shit. but here it is and i hope u enjoy!

warnings: blood, periods, giving ‘the talk’, talk of absent mother, matty is the best dad, lil bit of panicking, a lil crying

Your life quite literally flashed before your eyes when a line of blood started running down your legs. You ran to the bathroom and sat down as quickly as possible. Your bottoms were coated with blood. You were immensely scared and did the first thing that came to your mind - calling out to the person you trusted most.

“Dad!”

Matty sat up and ran upstairs as soon as he heard you shout, never hesitating. He heard the panic cries coming from the bathroom. When he walked in he saw you sitting in the loo with a towel covering yourself. He kneeled in front of you.

“Woah, woah. Hey.”

You were scared shitless. Matty could tell by your panicked breathing.

“Breathe, baby.”

He led you through some exercises and after a moment he calmed down. “Is it under there?”

You frantically nodded.

“Good. Now let me see.”

He was pretty sure he knew what was happening but needed to make sure. “What happened?” He asked.

“I don’t know! You just sat down and I was peeing- and there was blood everywhere!”

“Okay, Okay, breathe darling.” His worst fear was confirmed. “It’s gonna be okay-”

“Daddy, what’s happening?”

He grabbed your shoulders and looked you right in the eyes with a smile. “You got your period, love.”

“Huh?” His casual tone threw you off.

“I’ll be right back.” After a moment or two Matty came back with a pair of underwear with a pad already attached, new shorts, and another roll of toilet paper. “Ok. You’re gonna clean yourself up, put this on, change your bottoms, and come meet me in my room. Okay?”

You nodded but continued crying. He kneeled again. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No, love! Of course not! Why would you be?”

You sniffled. “I made a mess and stuff,”

“No, you didn’t, love. This is all normal-”

“What do you mean normal?! Dad, I’m scared.”

“Just change, then come find me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You were so fucking confused

—---------

Although Matty tried to stay calm for the sake of his kid, on the inside he was a panicking mess. So, he called the person who usually always knows the right thing to say, and usually ends up fixing his problems. Your uncle Adam.

He mentioned that he, his wife Carly, your uncle George, and uncle Ross were all going out to lunch for the day, and would be back at the house you and all of them shared after. He facetimed him and he thankfully answered immediately.

“We’ve got a serious fucking problem.”

“What’s happened?” Adam asked.

“Y/n got her period.”

Everyone at the table went silent.

“So…?”

“She got her period mate. I have to fucking give her the TALK now!”

He could hear the others laughing in the background. Adam just smiled a bit. “You’ve never given her the talk?”

“No! I raised her alone! I’ve been trying to avoid that topic for as long as possible!” Your father was freaking out.

George spoke up from the back. “Did she even know what a period is?”

“I don’t think so. She called me to the bathroom- I think she thought she was gonna die.”

“Oh my god,” Ross said laughing.

“Does she need supplies?” Carley said, taking the phone.

“No, I had some stashed since 2 years ago for when this happened.”

“Awe! He cares!” She said, teasingly.

“Give Hann the phone back.” He replied with a blank face.

One Hann’s face was on the screen again, he continued. “Mate, What the fuck do I do?”

“First, you’re going to chill the fuck out.”

Matty took a breath. “Get her relaxed, it’ll do you both no good if she’s an anxious mess which I know she is.”

“Yeah.”

“Then you are going to simply explain that what happened is called a period. And because she got a period, she is now capable of making babies. But she cannot and will not make a baby until she is at least 30. She will bleed down there every month, and stick some cotton in her underwear to help. she might get terrible mood swings or cramps, or like her auntie Carly, she will want to stab her significant other's eyes out,”

“Hey!” Carly yelled.

“But it will all be fine, because her dad is here to help, and will be there every step of the way.”

“That was pretty good,” Ross said.

“Thanks!”

“I can’t believe my baby girl is becoming a woman,” Matty said.

“It was inevitable mate,” Adam said.

“I’ve been dreading this exact moment since I found out she didn’t have a penis.”

“You're a good dad, mate. Go.”

Your dad smiled a little bit before saying, “I’ll see you later.”

Carly chimed in before Adam had the chance to hang up. “Remind her that she now has an excuse to stay out of P.E!”

—

Your dad was lying in bed, scrolling on his phone after sending a text to George that read ‘pray for me’, when he heard the door creak open slightly. “Hop In,” he said, pulling back the covers.

“I can’t.” You shyly looked down, basically caving in on yourself.

“Why?” He asked.

“I’m gonna mess up the sheets again.” You slowly looked up to him.

“If you do then we’ll wash them. It’s not a big deal, c’mon.” he patted the spot next to him. You walked over to the bed and snuggled under the covers, immediately hiding in your dad’s chest. He ran his fingers through your hair for a moment, thinking about how to start the conversation. However, you did it for him. “Am I dying?”

He chuckled. “No. You’re not dying.”

You mumbled in his shirt. “So what’s happening then?”

He sighed. Here we go, “When girls get older…and start becoming women…they get their period every month-”

“Every month?! I’m gonna bleed out of my but every month?” You said sitting up.

“It’s not out of your but, it’s out of your vagina-”

“Doesn’t matter! I’m gonna have blood coming out of me every month?!”

He looked at you with a tight lip before replying. “...Yes.”

You showed a look of confusion. “Why?”

“Now, time for the fun part.”

Your brows furrowed. “What fun part?”

“The part where I tell you how babies are made-”

“NO. NOPE! I’M GOOD. No need for that.”

“So you’re telling me you didn’t know what a period was but you know everything about having sex.”

“I don’t know everything about sex, and I don’t wanna know everything about sex!”

“You have to, love.”

“I just learned im gonna lose gallons of blood every month out of my butt and you're telling me you wanna have the freaking birds and the bees talk NOW?”

“It’s not gallons…I think. And, it’s all connected, y/n. You need to have a period to get pregnant.”

“I can get pregnant?!?!?!”

“...technically, yes.”

“Oh my god, my life is over.”

“Your life is not over. We’re gonna have this conversation, I’m gonna answer all questions you have, and then you will continue living your life.”

You were silent. Staring at your hands.

“If you don’t hear it from me, your father who loves you, you’re gonna hear it from stupid kids around you who either tell you false information or try and get in your pants.” After a moment, you answered.

I can’t believe this.”

“Well…you’re aunt Carly says you can use it as an excuse to get out of gym!”

Your eyes widened. “You told Aunt Carly?!”

“Yeah…I called Adam and the boys and she answered.”

You sat up. “THE BOYS KNOW?!?!”

“Relax, love. It will all be okay.” He patted your knee and you fell back down, hiding your face in the pillows.

“Everyone’s gonna look at me differently now.” Your sound was muffled by the pillows.

“Honey, that’s already happened.” You didn't move. Your dad readjusted to fave you and your hidden state.

“Do you know how many times you’ve made your Uncle George cry simply because you’re growing up? And I think Ross had a panic attack when he found out you started wearing real bras.”

“Dad…” You said looking up

“The point is, you have people in every corner who want nothing more than to support you because to them you’ll always be our baby girl.”

—

After about an hour, a couple of Google searches, and a phone call to Carly and Charli to get a second and third confirmation that there are indeed 3 holes, you and your dad had covered everything. Yet, some dots still weren’t connecting.

“Why do some babies get put up for adoption? People still have sex even if they don’t want to have a baby?”

Matty could get over your confused face it was adorable.

“Yeah, sure. People use condoms or there are pills women take. It’s different for everyone.”

He could still see the wheels turning in your mind and continued. “They don’t always work though. Your mom was on the pill when we were together, but she still got pregnant.”

Your mother.

For a while now you had been perfectly content with the fact your mother wasn’t in your life. Your dad always said your family was perfect the way it is, but all these discoveries had you questioning your existence a little bit. Some of those dots started connecting in your head, and that confused expression turned to fear.

“You guys didn't mean to have me?”

Marty’s heart shattered. How in the world was he supposed to deal with this one? There isn’t exactly a guidebook on telling your pre-teen daughter about sex when you’re a single dad to a baby who has never had a mother in her life and was raised around nothing but dirty disgusting men who are also in a band that leads her to have a not so normal life?

“Not technically…no?” He said.

You nodded and looked down- finally understanding. “Is that why she left?”

Oh shit. Now THIS was the talk Matty wanted to avoid even MORE than the birds and the bees. He knew it needed to happen eventually and now seemed good enough.

“Your mother left for a multitude of reasons, but newborn you was not one of them.”

“Then why did she leave?” You asked.

“It’s…complicated.”

You rolled your eyes. “You always say that-”

“Because it is, y/n.”

You looked up at your father. He had a look of pity written all over his face. He sighed and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer.

“The truth is, you were unexpected. You were a surprise to everyone. And your mother wasn’t ready for such a big wonderful surprise.”

“So she bounced.”

“Yep.” He replied, popping the ‘p’

“But you stayed.” You replied smiling at him.

“I did.”

“Thanks for not putting me up for adoption.” You said, leaning into him.

“Thanks for being a great kid.”

“Thanks for playing mom and dad.”

He kissed the top of your head before replying with, “My pleasure.”

[sturnrm]

~ 7 minutes in heaven ~

| part 2 | part 1

chrissturniolo x fem!oc

GO READ PART ONE IF U HAVEN’T

summary: Alex kisses Chris at a party, although the next day he doesn’t really care nor notice her but she makes friends with his brothers and stays the night at there house, and then in kitchen in the middle of the night she makes a mistake…

warning: SMUT, P in V, SMUTTTTTTTTTTY

normally I don’t mind school, but I woke up this morning dreading to go. After last night, I didn’t ever wanna show my face again.

i lay in bed, my heart racing with anxiety as i replayed the scene over and over in my head. I fucking madeout with Chris sturniolo. Would my friends even believe me? What if the wrong people found out? The thought of facing school today was terrifying.

“mom!” i shouted down, no answer

fuck. she had already left for work i couldn’t bunk school anyway my grades are the worst.

I showered, got ready and got in my car and finally decided that i don’t care if people had to say anything about me kissing chris last night.

it wasn’t that i was ashamed or embarrassed that i kissed chris, he’s kissed nearly half the school so it’s not a rare thing to see his tongue in a girls mouth, plus he was hot… but i couldn’t shake the gut wrenching feeling from my stomach.

i walked through the hallways of Bridgeview high familiar faces buzzed around me, locked in conversations about the weekend.

my heart thrummed in my ears, and it felt as if every pair of eyes was zeroing in on me. I navigated past lockers and streams of laughter, her gaze glued to the ground.

“alex!” i hear from behind me it was my bestfriends ariana and madi

“hey guys” i smile

“where the hell did you disappear to last night” ariana laughs

“you wouldn’t believe me” i reply

they both stopped walking and stood infront of me.

“did you fuck someone?!” madi smiles at me proudly

“no what..no!” i continue to walk as they followed behind

“so what happened”

“i kissed chris sturniolo.” i muttered out

i heard there footsteps stop completely, did they think i was lying?

“i’m serious i got pushed into a game of 7 minutes in heaven and i kissed him”

there shocked expressions quickly turned to smiles as they praised me for kissing him, saying that he’s super hot and that I should feel lucky. But their excitement only amplified my anxiety.

“Alex, this is huge!” Madi exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

arianas eyes wide with admiration. “Don’t you see? This could change everything for you!”

“Change what?” I sighed, feeling the weight of their optimism. “He won’t remember me by lunchtime. I’m just another girl on his list.”

But they didn’t hear me. They were too busy imagining a world where I was the center of attention.

“Just wait and see. Let’s go find him!” Madi said, her excitement contagious.

Before I could protest, Madi grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of Chris’s locker. My heart raced, not from excitement, but fear of what was about to unfold. Would I have to face that smirk of his, see him look right through me as if I were just another fleeting moment?

As we approached Chris’s locker, I spotted him laughing with a group of his friends. My stomach dropped. All the confidence I built up crumbled away at the sight of him.

“Just act cool,” Ariana whispered, nudging me.

But as we got closer, I felt a bubble of nervousness build inside me. Seconds felt like hours as we reached the front of his locker.

“Hey Chris!” Madi called out, her voice cheery.

He turned, and for a brief moment, I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Then, he smiled that famous grin, which turned my stomach into knots. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Alex has something to tell you!” Madi nudged me forward.

“Huh?” Chris looked at me, and just like that, every word I rehearsed evaporated.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Panic coursed through me like electricity.

“Madi!” I hissed, shooting her a glare, but she just beamed at me, misinterpreting my distress.

“Alex was one of the girls you kissed at the party!” she blurted out proudly, waving her hands as if to emphasize the point.

Chris raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh really? That’s interesting.”

I felt my cheeks flush, and in that moment, I wanted to sink into the floor.

“Yeah, during seven minutes in heaven,” Madi added, clearly oblivious to the humiliation creeping over me.

Chris chuckled, the sound light and nonchalant. “That’s cool.”

Just like that, he turned his attention back to his friends, leaving me standing there wide-eyed and breathless as if I’d been hit by a truck.

“Wait, that’s it?” I eventually managed to choke out. “You’re not going to say anything else?”

“Hey, maybe I’ll catch you later, Alex,” he tossed over his shoulder casually before heading back into the conversation with his friends.

And like a balloon deflating, my hopes crashed. Madi and Ariana exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from excitement to sympathy.

“I’m sorry, Alex,” Ariana said gently, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay,” I replied, though the lump in my throat told a different story.

The day dragged on, each class feeling like an eternity. I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment, and every time I saw Chris laughing or flirting with someone else, it twisted my stomach uneasily and i had no reason why

As the final bell rang, I made my way to the parking lot, feeling more like a ghost than a person. Just before I climbed into my car, a boy who looked almost identical to chris stood infront of me.

“you got a flat” he said pointing to my tire

I didn’t say anything i just looked at him in confusion

“are you mute?” he laughed

“i’m sorry” i snap out of it

“your tires flat sweetheart”

i look down to where he was pointing realising my tire was flat

“shit.” i say under my breath slamming the door shut

“need a ride?” he asked

i infact did need a ride i also needed to know why he looked so similar to chris.

“yes please” i reply

we got into the car, he immediately connected to the aux the first song being by madison beer.

“you got good music taste” i speak up breaking the silence

he glanced at me before turning his eyes back to the road and nodded, and again the car fell silent.

“i just gotta go pick my brother up down the street that okay?” he asked me

“yeah that’s fine” i responded

we pulled over at the end of the street waiting for his brother, i was looking down at my phone as i heard a familia voice from outside my window

“yo matt why’s this bitch in my seat”

i looked up leaning that the boy driving me was called matt and that his brother was chris

“fuck” i say aloud as chris smirks at me from the window and then jumped into the back of the car

“wow you just can’t get enough of me huh” chris snickers

“you know eachother?” matt asked

“kinda” i say looking down at my lap wanting this moment to be over

Chris told matt about me and him kissing last night at the party, matt wasn’t even a little shocked probably but that’s probably because he hears about chris kissing girls all the time.

somewhere in this conversation,

chris had managed to ask me if i wanted to come over to there house and answer it for me.

“you can’t ask me a question and then answer for me” i turn back to him

“just did and don’t complain princess girls die to come over to my house”

princes? did he just fucking call my princess i felt my cheeks starting to burn and i quickly turned my head to look back down at my lap.

Matt ran straight to his room to ‘get on fort with his friends’ or whatever and chris walked me to the living room passing me a pepsi and sitting next to me.

“how come you don’t chase me” he moves closer to me on the couch

“what do you mean?”

“i mean that girls seriously fall to there knees for me and you don’t?” he asks almost offended

“because your not worth it” i laugh, “chase you for what anyways for you to fuck and forget? yeah, no thank you”

he smiled at me shaking his head

“you really think that about me?” he asked moving even closer our thighs now touching

i felt my stomach starting to spin i could feel the heat of his body radiating onto mine.

“mhm” i mumbled out

he laughed before pressing his lips against mine, my eyes widened before i kissed him back my hands moving to his neck as he pulled me to straddle onto of him.

He guided my hips to grind against his, my fingers tangled into his hair as i moaned into the kiss grinding myself against him again harder before realising what was happening.

“chris” i pull away

“you okay?”

“matts literally upstairs”

“i don’t think he will come down now shut up and kiss me” he demanded

our lips pressed together again, chris pulled my shirt over my head pulling away from the kiss and looking down my body before he attached his lips to my neck causing me to moan out and grind down against him again.

his bulge was evident i could feel how hard he was against my thigh which made the wet spot in my panties grow, the way i craved chris was different to how i’ve ever felt before it was like i needed him… to do anything to me i didn’t care.

i pulled his shirt over his head as he slowly pushed my down onto the floor between his legs on my knees.

“this is up to you?” he asks me

i look up at him nodding

“tell me you want it”

“i want it, fuck. i need it, you i need you”

chris smiled grabbing my hair and kissing me roughly before sitting back up and looking down at me.

i pulled his joggers down in a swift motion as my fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers.

“CHRISSSS BRO YOU READY T-” the front door swung open, one of chris’ friends from school walked in

“sh-shit bro i’m sorry i didn’t know dude” he said staring at us jaw on the floor

chris jumped up pulling his joggers up and grabbed my shirt putting it back over my head and tucking strands of hair behind my ear.

“sorry i completely forgot about soccer training” chris looked down at me before walking over to his friend

they both left as it sat there horny and embarrassed and i guess i was sorta angry too.

i stayed sat on the floor as the door opened again to a boy walking in who also looked like chris but it wasn’t matt.

i think i startled the boy since i was knelt on his living room floor and he had never seen me before but i quickly explained and introduced myself leaving out the parts where i made out with his brother.

the boy was called nick and turns out him matt and chris are triplets although they all like different things nicks by far my favourite.

6 hours later

It had gotten late and nick offered me to stay the night, i agreed and he shown me to the guest room giving me an oversized t-shirt to sleep in, chris had gotten home about an hour ago and didn’t say a word to me which pissed me off and matt was still playing fortnite

“i’ll be upstairs if you need anything goodnight” he says leaving

“night nick”

4 hours later

i woke up with a dry throat wnd climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen it was dark the only light being the dim streetlights through the window which wasn’t much help, i reached up to grab a glass as a hand wrapped around mine grabbing it for me.

“here you go”

“thankyou” i say not even thinking to questions who it was since it was to dark to see

“you okay” he asks

“yeah” i yawn as he places his hands onto my hips my body jolting awake

yes. yes. yes. yes. i said in my head over and over again, it had been twice now me and chris made out and been interrupted maybe now we could finally finish.

it was to dark to see where anything was but he knew his kitchen, he pushed me against the counter.

i giggle a little before placing my hands on his chest, then moving them to around his neck and then finally he kissed me again.

His mouth was relentless, crushing into mine. His hands moved from my hips to my neck slowly down my chest, pulling at the hem of me shirt. i had forgotten i were still in nicks shirt. Untill now.His mouth continued to crash against mine, melting any resistance i might have, he pulled away for a moment looking down at me.

“take it off”

I tried to form enough space to pry my clothes from my body, but he refused to let me move. He watched as i fought to pull it over my head and unclasp my bra, desperate to remove my dirty clothes and be seen by the boy who didn’t know my name a short while ago. My mind was twisted by the shift of events. My head told me to stop, but the heat between my legs screamed otherwise.

His fingers felt like velvet, moving from the straps to the cups of my breasts. He reached around my back to release me, letting the bra fall to the ground. He watched as i leant back further into the countertop, groaning at the feel of his hands kneading into my breasts. my face felt warm, like his eyes were burning into me as he watched with the little light that there was. He lifted me onto the countertop fully, pulling my face into his once more.

His hand wrapped around the back of my head, gripping at my hair in the messy bun i had tied it in before i went to sleep. He moved down between my legs where he forced them apart, his fingers tracing my warmth as i gasped in response. “I think you’re already wet under there for me.” His hand pressed firmly into me, causing friction between my underwear and my shorts, relieving the pressure building into my mound. He leant into me and his breath was pouring into my ear, “you want me to touch you?”, he whispered.

my breath grew faster, “please” i begged.

His grip on my cunt grew, pressing into me while i pushed myself further into him, searching for further relief as i rubbed against his hand.

his tone demanding “say it again”

i whimpered, head tilting further from the hands twisted into your hair as his other claimed me.

“Please please please”, i was begging.

He lifted his hand from between my legs,he hooked his fingers at the waistband of my shorts. He pulled them just far enough that his fingers trailed the top of your fold, gnawing at the entrance of your clit.

“f-fuck please”

He rubbed my clit with one hand and his other pulled his boxers and shorts down letting his dick hit his stomach.

“oh-mm fuck” i moan as he quickens the pace

he guided my hand to his cock as i wrapped my fingers around it and slowly started to pump him up and down

“oh fuck alex” he groaned inserting a finger inside of me.

i could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge my eyes were screwed shut and the pace i was pumping his dick increased.

He removed his hand from me causing me to whimper out.

“hey i’m not stopping don’t worry sweetheart” he laughs

he moved my hand off his cock and pulled me down off the counter spinning me around and bending me over it.

“this okay?” he asks

“fuck, please yes” i reply desperately

he lined himself up before he pushed the tip in, he squeezed my ass lightly and then with one quick thrust he was fully inside, we both let our moans and groans.

After a few minutes i adjusted

“g-go,move” i rest my head down on the counter

he starts to snap his hips at a slow pace my nails scraping the wood on the counter as his thrust get harder and harder.

“fuck fuck your so tight” he groans before leaving a sharp slap on my ass making me squeal

“and y-your so big” i managed to reply

He pulled at my hair and continued to slap my ass every once in a while, his thrust became faster and faster and the familiar knot in my stomach grew.

“sshit i’m so close” i throw my head back

“me too sweetheart just hold on”

his hard and fast thrust turn sloppy as his dick twitches inside of me and i feel him release

“holy shit alex fuckk” he groans

the knot in my stomach snapped as i came after him, my knees became weak and my legs started to shake.

“yes.yes fuckk” i moan, we both ride out our orgasms before he pulls out grabbing a cloth and cleaning us both up

“i better hope your on the pill?” he asks

“y-yeah i am” i reply laughing slightly my legs still weak

we both quickly got dressed before he kissed me one more time, i pulled away running my hands down his tattoos admiring them in the sun street lights before i made my way back to the guest room.

“sleep well” he said behind me

“yeah you too” i replied before climbing into bed.

oh.my.fucking.GOD i slept with christopher sturniolo, wait untill i tell madi and ariana, i lay in bed looking out the window as i realised…

chris doesn’t have tattoos. shit. i slept with matt. i slept with the wrong brother.

——————————

A/N this took blood sweat and tears to write please kill me off

[bluestar22x]

Serenity

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: You take Frankie out on your boat for a weekend vacation, hoping to introduce him to an old friend

Rating: 18+ (to be safe)

Word Count: 1,450(ish)

Warnings: None really, except like one swear word and a mention of drugs and death (canon stuff). This is just a quick fic of a lovely couple and some beautiful animals.

Author’s Note: This is for Jamie's Ocean Challenge @mermaidgirl30

xxx

"I was so sure they'd be here," you said, nibbling on your lip out of concern. "Maybe something happened to them."

Your boyfriend, Frankie Morales, glanced at your face, and upon seeing the distress in your features rubbed your arms reassuringly. "Hey, hey, let's not go to the worst case scenario. There's many reasons why the pack wouldn't be here. You told me once that if fish get scarce they move, so maybe they're just further out now."

"Pod."

He blinked at you, confused. "Huh?"

"A group of dolphins is called a pod," you informed him.

He licked his lips. "Okay. I'll try to remember that, if you try to forget about the worse case scenarios that are popping into your head as we speak."

He knew you too well. You sighed loudly and plopped yourself down in the captain's chair of your smallish but still fairly well decked out cabin cruiser that you'd named Ocean Baby the day you'd purchased her. "It's not just that. I was really hoping you could meet Serenity. She's not as young as she used to be."

Serenity was a bottlenosed dolphin that you had helped treat after she'd beached herself on the Miami coast eleven years ago - during your early days as a budding marine biologist. She'd been brought to a marine rescue center for treatment and rehab, being released back into the wild with her pod nearly half a year later. It had been your job to make sure she ate as she got her antibiotic treatments and gained back her strength and you'd formed a bond that still carried on after her release.

A few times a year you took your boat out to check in on Serenity and her pod and every time you did you found them around the same location, even after she became the matriarch.

She was now around forty years old and while many dolphins could live to sixty, she was getting up there for an average member of her species. You really wanted Frankie to see her before it was too late and you feared it already was.

Why else would the pod move away from this part of the ocean after staying there for over a decade? There had to be a new leader.

"I already know her," Frankie said softly, approaching to brush one of his thick, warm thumbs over your chin in a fond manner. "You've told me her story in such detail, I could picture it in all in my head, baby."

You had the urge to argue with him, insist it wasn't the same, but you let it go. It wasn't worth it. Not even you could make the pod appear on command and that was a good thing.

You nodded and Frankie gave you a quick peck on the cheek before leading you down into the belly of your boat, towards the kitchen.

"Want dinner?" he inquired.

You smirked at him. "You cookin'?"

"I've been told I make a mean PB and J," he replied and you burst out laughing.

"Okay, you've sold me. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches it is."

x

After dinner you stretched out on the deck of your boat and you did your best to live in the moment, closing your eyes to listen to the gentle waves of the ocean, the calls of distant seabirds, and Frankie's steady breathing as he also lazed around on the deck, shoulder to shoulder with you.

It was nice, and it was exactly why you needed to push aside your concerns for Serenity and her pod. This was supposed to be a peaceful weekend getaway for you both; a couple of days out at sea to get your mind off of the pressures that came with both your jobs and the expectations everyone had of you both.

Out on the ocean together you could just be yourselves. Just relax and enjoy each other's company.

You sucked in a deep, relaxed breath of salty ocean water smelling air, trying to lock it into your memory for keepsakes.

You didn't want to ruin this for Frankie, especially after all the shit he'd been through in the past. The military, the PTSD, the drugs, the loss of one of his closest friends. This was the first real vacation he'd gotten in a while.

You didn't know you'd dozed off until you felt someone shaking you awake, their strong hands gripping your shoulders tightly but not too tightly, their soothing voice drawing you back to the world around you, calling out your name quietly but urgently.

"Frankie?" you questioned, worried.

"You need to see this," he told you, helping you to your feet and ambling over to the front of the boat. "Look!"

You starred out at the ocean ahead, at the sun that had begun to lower in the sky and at the water below.

You lit up immediately when you saw them. Several grey dorsal fins that definitely weren't shark ones - they were way too curved.

The bottlenosed dolphins they belonged to breached their heads briefly from the water before arching back down underneath the surface completely.

At first you couldn't confirm if the three were from Serenity's pod or not. They were too far off and most didn't have major distinguishing features except mild scars, but they soon resurfaced again, with four others in tow before dipping back down again.

They slowly got closer and closer with every resurfacing, more and more of their pod members joining them as they did so, until their numbers reached into the twenties.

You beamed and pointed out one very recognizable cow to Frankie. "See that one with the thick white scar on her dorsal fin? That's Honor, Serenity's last calf. She's eight years old. Looks like she had her first calf this year."

You could see the much smaller dorsal fin beside her before they got lost in the crowd.

A lot of the cows in the pod had calves glued to their side and you wrapped your arms around Frankie's waist as you peered down to see some of the mother and calf pairs swimming around the bow of your boat, a mere few feet out of reach.

They were as beautiful as ever. Their sleek grey bodies gracefully moving through the ocean tides, making it look as easy as breathing. You never got tired of watching them.

"So this is Serenity's pod," Frankie surmised.

You nodded. "At least I know they're okay now."

You couldn't see Serenity anywhere. Maybe she'd gotten hurt or simply died of an old age disease. There was a lot that could have happened to her and you'd never know. That was the way of nature. As beautiful as it was, it was harsh.

But so was life in general. Most people had traded nature for modern living, but that came with its own trials and tribulations. You and Frankie knew this all too well.

"No Serenity?" he asked, voice gentle.

You were in the middle of shaking your head when you heard a sharp whistle from the far right side of the boat. Your heart banged against your chest as a rush of relief flooded you.

You knew that whistle.

You pulled Frankie in the direction of the sound and sure enough, just below the rails Serenity was rolling around in the water, clearly as overjoyed to see you as you were to see her.

Frankie glanced between you and the lively creature. "Serenity?"

You nodded, grinning ear to ear. "Even if she'd acted like she didn't know me, I could tell by the random scarring on her."

"She got those from a fight with another dolphin at some point," Frankie recalled.

"Yeah, before she got beached. Years before, likely." You'd have smiled harder if it was possible. Frankie really had been listening.

You whistled back to Serenity, a unique sound you considered to be a secret handshake of sorts between you two, her way of identifying you when you were out of sight, and she bobbed her head up and down making an eeee noise that her species tended to make when happy.

You chuckled. "I missed you too, girl."

"Nice to meet you," Frankie said casually, waving at her and you spontaneously turned to him and pressed your lips against his, knocking the heating oil cap he almost always wore off his head by accident, revealing the thick curly hair underneath that you gladly sunk your fingers into.

He was caught off guard but soon was deepening the kiss, passionately melding his mouth to yours over and over.

When you pulled away panting, he grinned at you. "What was that for?"

You embraced him, throwing your arms around his neck. "For always listening. For always caring about what I care about. For caring about me."

He nuzzled his nose against your cheek, his mustache grazing your delicate skin. "You make it easy, hermosa."

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incredible chaser game w moments (part 2) up to & incl. episode 4

the most homophobic breakup you've ever seen. just, unholy behavior. on fucking god itsuki i know you had good intentions but you're the worst for doing it like that !!!!!!!!! at least let her down easy !!!!! if i was 22 and my gf of 4 years did that to me i'd fucking go insane as well

the elevator stopped working ➡️ you are trapped in with the person you hate ➡️ you are forced to sit it out and face your fears together, ultimately bringing you closer both emotionally & physically. i love this trope and i didn't know i needed it here, but it was great. step 1 to the meowmeow-ification of fuyu complete

my prediction of itsuki running into & taking care of little tsuki and the two of them then being found by fuyu, resulting in an awkward and heartbreaking scene, came true exactly like that. i think this scene was genuinely so well done and well acted, it broke my heart. i think this was the scene that really got me to say Damn, I'm invested in this now...

^ I'm still waiting for Itsuki to bring up the similar names in conversation though. like you need to talk about that

"ohhh harumoto-san, so you're part of that team?" - itsuki (sweating in closeted lesbian): "huh? what? n-no, of course not- I'm--" - "Don't worry, it's all good, we're all into BL too!!!" ➡️falsely coming out as a yaoi fangirl to your coworkers to avoid having to talk about your own sexuality. LMAO

^ this scene only being a setup so fuyu can be homophobic on main is what makes it even funnier

why. in every gods name. would you go to your boss' home address. why on earth would you do that. at least itsuki was self-aware about it too. girl you are SO unwell

every time fuyu has kissed itsuki of her own initiative, it has been when she was drunk... can we remedy that for future episodes, please? not that consent has been an issue, their mutual feelings are obvious, but i think she should be making a move when she doesn't have any liquid courage in her. step up your fucking game, fuyu

"she's a classic tsundere, after all" - fuyu, who has been severly harassing her subordinates at work (again, there seems to be no HR department at this company) being written off as a "tsundere" by the rest of the team - I mean, you're not wrong, but you should still file a complaint against her.

fuyu's husband Kouu is the nicest man on earth. my man doesn't deserve ANY of this. he even calls her dongyu. he even calls his wife by her real fucking name like the bar is so low

fuyu treats him so badly too, man, i genuinely felt bad watching it. were the 5 years of marriage all like this? was he always just a means to you getting your revenge? i'm sick. i hope they can make up by the end of the show and have a real conversation about their feelings and relationship.

that aside, i do have some theories on kouu, his disappearance, and his own feelings as well, but i'm keeping that to myself atm...

fuyu & itsuki keep having insanely homoerotic moments in front of god and everyone on earth, I'm starting to believe the only person with a gaydar in this company is the photographer from the other office. the fact that you two haven't been found out yet is honestly a massive plot hole (lmao)

has itsuki eaten anything else but sweets (cake, in particular?) on screen yet? apart from the homemade meal at the hayashi's, whenever there's a scene of her alone or with her grandma, she's always eating cake. i wonder if it will come up at some point, but it's just something i noticed. no shade though girl i'm also (almost) 27 and if you wanna eat cake for dinner alone at home I'm your nr1 supporter

i'm never a fan of the trope of a bilingual character breaking out into their native tongue for swearing or just randomly, but it is fun that only fuyu does it and that all the other chinese characters just don't speak mandarin at all. and i'm happy they actually cast a bilingual actress for fuyu!

episode 4 was the mid-series finale, and it definitely showed. this was the best episode so far by a pretty significant margin imo.

the. silent pleading fuyu puts on to make itsuki stay at the hayashi house. the most fucking 🥺*twirling my hair cutely* AND IT WORKS TOO BECAUSE ITSUKI IS JUST AS INSANE AS YOU ARE

i would like to talk about the best scene of this show yet. i really wished it was longer and was given even more weight. in episode 4, fuyu & itsuki are sitting in the living room together at night, so far apart that they're completely out of each other's camera shots even. i found this to be the most interesting scene so far. there was genuine tension in the shot composition, the acting, the complete absence of music. just silence and their voices. "after all, it was all my fault, wasn't it? that we ended up like this?" fuyu still deep down believes that she was the reason their relationship failed. she wasn't enough, because she's fuyu, because she's a woman. she still thinks that. my heart fucking broke in two

their fight after fuyu came back home drunk was so funny. especially with their height difference... hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

after finally learning the truth about their break-up, fuyu is absolutely devastated. "you valued your promise to my mother more than the one you made to me?" just completely broken. after all this time sitting with these unresolved emotions, feelings of guilt and deep shame, only for that to be the reason? I feel so bad for her

the mutual love confession!!!!! i'm honestly a bit surprised it came so early, i thought they were just going to sleep together and not talk emotions first. but i'm not gonna complain (i just love mess) i'm also devastated that itsuki used suki while fuyu used the word aishiteru. my friends it's so bad for me right now (and them)

did. they. fuck. on. the. floor. in. the. living room.

i hope so because 1) hot and 2) although i'm still unsure as to the exact room situation of the hayashi household, don't they all have one shared bedroom??? isn't the bedroom that they're in after they've had sex (hopefully in the living room) the same one we've previously seen, where the kid also sleeps????? WHERE WAS THE KID ITSUKI. WHERE. WAS. THE. KID. WE KNOW SHE'S WITH YOU BECAUSE THAT WAS THE WHOLE REASON YOU STARTED FIGHTING!!!!!

if you had sex while your kid was sleeping soundly in the same room i'm sending both of you to superhell. i'm praying you guys just have a totally identical bed in another room. please.

if it wasn't the same bed we've previously seen from tsuki's room, that means you guys fucked in the marriage bed, which is only slightly less gonna get you sent to superhell.

in any case, happy lesbian sex to them. i know neither of you have known the touch of a woman in the past 5 years so it was probably intense. drink a lot of water in episode 5, alright? jesus.

it was also quite funny that the scriptwriter for the show tweeted out a few hours before this episode aired that "itsuki has always taken the leader position in their relationship" and that "you should watch episode 4 with this in mind" and we were all like. oh so you're telling me that fuyu is a bottom? you're telling me water is wet? fork found in kitchen??????

their lil afterglow convo in bed was just perfectly sweet. 1 point to fuyu, now presumably much more sobered up, for having the courage to ask if itsuki's gonna stay the night after all. girl you don't have to ask. i think she's ready for another 12 rounds. she's not going anywhere.

the line delivery of the "alright" (i'm gonna stay) oh my god. oh my god... oh. oh.

the meowmeow-ification babygirl-ification of fuyu is now complete

in the preview for ep5, fuyu is wearing a mixture of white and black clothes. girl... it was that good, huh?????

in conclusion:

i had a lot of thoughts on this one and i've found great joy in going deep into the twt tags for it as well. and i'm glad to see many japanese sapphics also being super vocal about the show. it's really interesting to read and interact with that side of the fandom i haven't really seen in this capacity for a (lesbian) live action show yet. i see people slowing down & brightening up footage to analyse who's taking each other's clothes off first, people just posting close-ups of Yuuka's hands, people going into Yurika's past filmography to dig up ancient clips of other sapphic roles she's played (of which there seem to be actually quite a lot?). i love to see it lmao. on a more serious note, it makes me happy to see sapphics from so far away expressing themselves similarily to myself or my other lesbian friends. it's cute!! as for cgw, part b of the series is gonna be intense, and i'm especially curious to see how they're gonna do the inevitable breakdown of fuyu again. my girl is so deep in the trenches, her temporary being on cloud 9 right now is gonna be short-lived and i want to see it happen. i hope she can really stand up for herself and make things right after all!

[punkpoemprose]

Virtual Chemistry Pt 10

Universe: Modern AU/ College AU/ Cam Boy AU

Rating:  E (Explicit, this is filth)

Length: 2116 Words

A/N: Forgive me for any inconsistency, it's been a hot second.

Anna awoke to the familiar sound of her phone’s alarm and rose with uncharacteristic quickness. It was just the first of the three alarms that she set for herself each morning during the semester, and she couldn’t recall having ever risen with the first one, let alone now when she didn’t need to be up for anything.

Falling asleep with your phone on your face certainly has the benefit of startling you awake.

She made a mental note to avoid the position in the future, and quickly unlocked the device with her fingerprint, just to confirm that last night’s texting had not, in fact, been a dream.

The blue and grey text bubbles that greeted her had her heart fluttering as she looked at the screen and replayed the conversation. He’d been so easy to talk to, and she’d found that having to wait a bit longer for his replies than she was used to when texting Elsa had made each message just that bit more precious. It felt silly to count the extra few seconds as “worth the wait” but it had been.

She flushed when she scrolled down past the last message she remembered sending and receiving, to find another.

Huhgtgcfrgyu

She really had fallen asleep with her phone on her face, and somehow, as it the universe didn’t think she’d had quite enough mortification, the message had sent.

Huh?

She scrolled past his response and found another ten minutes later:

I’m guessing you fell asleep? That’s alright, it’s late.

Then a few minutes after that, a series of texts sent a minute or less apart:

It’s been a long and exhausting semester honestly. I wouldn’t blame you for sleeping all week, I feel like that’s what I’m about to do.

I’m glad you were part of it. Even with everything.

Maybe we can talk about that? The everything?

When we both wake up from our hibernation of course.

Sorry, I’m rambling again.

Sleep well Anna.

She didn’t feel quite so embarrassed by the time she got to the end of his messages back to her. There was something about his messages, short as they were, that mirrored the gentleness with which he treated her in person. There was a nagging part of her that was imagining one more message after what he’d sent. She just couldn’t put out of her mind that he was the sort of man who would end his messages with “I love you”.

She tried to push the thought aside but she only succeeded in hearing his last message in her head, complete with her silly addition, in his voice.

Sleep well Anna, I love you.

It was unfair how her brain could forget the answers to exams after several hours of studying, but how she could perfectly mentally replicate the tone of his voice saying something that she’d never even heard him utter before. She could even imagine how it would sound, breathy in her ear, with her back pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped around her.

She collapsed back on the bed, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be able to put herself back to sleep, but feeling unwilling to face the day until she managed to stop blushing and thinking about how good it would feel to just be in Kristoff’s arms.

***

Kristoff allowed himself a moment to breathe, Sven not the least exhausted at his side, was looking at his owner in rapt anticipation of the next leg of their jog around town.

He’d barely slept, unable to keep himself from listening for his cellphone to chime with another message from Anna all night long, even hours after he’d sent her a goodnight. He’d just stayed up and let his imagination run wild with both the ways he wished and feared his relationship with Anna would evolve in the coming days, weeks, and months. The worst fear was that it wouldn’t go anywhere at all. He already knew her too well to let himself worry about the worst case scenario effecting his work, despite the fact that they still had plenty to talk about there, he knew that Anna was not going to tell anyone about his extracurricular activities.

It had really been his hopes keeping him awake all night. He’d forced himself into a cold morning run at 8 am because of those hopes, because of those fantasies. He’d imagined holding her in his arms and kissing her gently and slow. He’d imagined lifting her from the floor, pressing her back into a wall and swallowing her gasps and whimpers as he kissed her. He’d even thought about what it would feel like to have her small hands explore his body.

Then he’d envisioned carrying her to his bed and giving himself to her in all the ways she wanted him. His fantasy was that she’d share her fantasies with him, carefully curated from hours of watching him, and rife for exploration together.

He flushed now, and not from running, at recalling the ways he’d imagined that he would tuck her into bed at his side, pressing gentle soothing kisses into her hair to help her fall asleep. He wanted everything with Anna, and his active imagination wouldn’t allow him to come up with any situation in which he didn’t take care of Anna in every way. He wanted her for more than sex, he wanted her for life.

The frosty run was helping, but he was still thinking about running toward the park next and launching himself into the partially frozen pond to cool his head. Sven, always excellently observant for a dog, tilted his head at him with curiosity.

“Look buddy,” Kristoff said, huffing from the particularly hard run he’d just subjected them to, “I know you like her a whole lot, and that’s making this even harder because I know you deserve a mom, but we have to give her some space, okay? I kind of did this whole thing wrong I think, and we’re going to have to wait for her. She might not even want to see me again.”

He didn’t have it in him to say that she wouldn’t want to see them both again, because he was extremely aware that he was the one who had screwed up in this situation, and that his dog was, frankly, irresistible, and impossible to stay mad at.

Sven, fully knowing this about himself, huffed through his nose and lowered his head before giving Kristoff a meaningful look.

He knew what the dog was communicating.

Don’t count yourself out yet.

In his pocket, his phone chimed. 

The dog wagged his tail in response and Kristoff couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“If this is her, I owe you double treats when we get back.”

***

Anna typed and deleted at least five texts as she poked at her oatmeal. Elsa was taking a call in the next room over, and Anna could overhear all the details of the business transaction taking place. It was hard to think about what she wanted to say when she was listening to her sister talking shop. It was a good thing that it was a family business, or her breakfast would constitute corporate espionage.

She finally settled on setting her phone down and actually putting some food into her actual mouth. Normally the quantity of brown sugar and maple syrup she put on top of the oats would have been enjoyable, but she’d spent too long ignoring it and nearly gagged at the cool sticky gruel she’d managed to shovel into her mouth.

She couldn’t stop herself from opening her mouth and letting the mush fall back into the bowl with a very unladylike and unceremonious plop. It wasn’t the oatmeal’s fault that it had turned into a disgusting gluey abomination, but Anna still stared at it with narrowed eyes as if it were the enemy.

It’s too early for this. Or anything.

She sighed and picked up her phone again before standing up deciding that if she was awake, and if her home was currently being used as a corporate office, she may as well go out and get a halfway decent breakfast. Visions of cinnamon rolls danced in her head as she trudged toward her bedroom to don some clothes that were at least halfway appropriate for public consumption.

She decided to tear the proverbial band aid off before tossing the phone on her bed.

Good morning

Two words, zero punctuation, no room to read into anything at all, putting the ball firmly in his court so she didn’t have to text any of the things she wanted to say because they were undoubtedly too much to say now.

She slipped off her pajama yoga pants and made the difficult decision to choose her jeans over her daytime yoga pants after consulting the overly complicated smart home device that Elsa had purchased for her as a birthday gift and being informed that it was too damn cold for thin breathable fabric. Comfort, sometimes, unfortunately had a temperature component.

When her phone buzzed from its place on her unmade bed, she made herself take two whole breaths before descending on it like a woman starved.

Good morning

She grimaced. She’d never been good at tennis but she could see, very clearly, that it had been an easy serve to hit and that the proverbial ball was, once again, in her court.

“Shit.”

She took another two whole breaths before buttoning and zipping her pants and thinking long and hard about both the t-shirt she would choose to wear (whichever was on top) and whether she could text him any of the eighty things she wanted to say.

“Hi Kristoff, just wanted to say that I absolutely didn’t have a dream about you and I making out on a lab table last night because that would be super weird, haha.”

She rolled her eyes at herself and instead typed out what she knew she should say.

Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.

She couldn’t help but to wish that she had fallen asleep on him in the literal sense. She could only imagine how good that might feel. She just hoped that she didn’t mess this up badly enough that she would never get the chance to find out.

It’s okay Anna, I’m glad you got some rest.

She’d tugged her top off while she had been waiting for his response, and she forced herself to choose a shirt to put on while she thought about an answer to send back. It was easy enough to manage the first requirement, tugging on a green sweater when she remembered exactly hot cold the weather was meant to be. The second was, as the rest of the conversation had been on her side, more complicated.

What are you up to this morning?

She played it safe, because the last time she hadn’t, she’d been crushed. She knew Kristoff enough to know that he wouldn’t ever hurt her intentionally, but she’d grown up since her last assumption of a man’s feelings toward her, something that being home brought back to her mind.

She was dressed and out the front door by the time she got his answer.

Just went for a run with Sven. We’re about to get breakfast. Have you ever been to Oaken’s?

 Anna nearly snorted out loud, but the cold biting her face kept her from dawdling long enough to manage it. She didn’t run to her car sitting in the driveway, worried about any ice that wasn’t making itself evident, but she did walk briskly.

I used to think they had the biggest cinnamon rolls in the city.

She texted him quickly when she sat in the car and pulled the door shut and then, once she’d managed to click on the seat heater with chilly fingers, she sent a follow up.

You proved me wrong at that diner by campus, but they’re still my emotional support baked good.

She’d been planning on going to a closer, less delicious breakfast place, but there was really no harm in going the extra few minutes towards the city center to join him if that was where he was heading. She did find him much easier to talk to in person after all.

Did you grow up here?

Immediately after, faster than she thought that he could type, her phone buzzed again.

I think I just put two and two together with your last name. I feel like an idiot.

She tried not to laugh, but it was impossible. She suddenly felt much less embarrassed about sending him a sleep gibberish text.

[marukrawler]

In regards of the last anonymous ask about Runo, I was mad how she was the only one who got the worst trial and/or lesson. And I'm not against her having feelings for Dan and i kinda ship them both but whatever I feel the writers couldn't balance the difference about her between having feelings for Dan and her own goals showed episodes before the trial and in consecuence resulted in her now accepting being in love with Dan but in comparison with the other characters, Runo's trial shows to be the most weak.

but The problem is not that the girl lead has feelings for the main boy, but how all her problems revolved around him in her own trial. They would've focus on her insecurities caused by Dan and Julie harsh opinions or the fear of losing her loved ones, how her stubbornness can be a good quality but more times it works against her.

The writers were afraid of real success, I believe 😮‍💨

(don't tell anyone but i kinda ship them, too)

yeah runo having feelings for dan is not the issue, the issue is that everyone else (except dan) overcame obstacles that affected them on a personal level, which was foreshadowed earlier in the show.

we've seen julie's low self confidence and the way she compared herself to others when she denied wanting a talking bakugan and repeatedly stated that she was happy just the way she was (a lie.)

we've seen in marucho's debut episode how much he admires dan (moving to the same city to meet him him.) his trial uncovered how dan (among others) influenced marucho into becoming a more authentic person and how marucho as a result came to view his old self with contempt.

and of course, shun's trial dealt with how he hadn't truly moved past his mother's passing. i don't think i need to explain why his trial is incredibly relevant to his character arc.

runo's trial, in comparison, made no sense. lars lion wanted her to be truthful about something but runo didn't know what she was supposed to be honest about. that's not runo being stubborn, she's just genuinely confused. runo only realized what she was supposed to admit to when she recalled a memory from her past near the end of the battle.

i believe runo when she kept reiterating that she wasn't trying to hide anything, she just didn't know what she was supposed to own up to. they kept telling her to "be honest and not deceive herself" but all she remembered from her first encounter with dan was that he was a jerk to her and she wanted to get back at him (plus she viewed dan as not just a friend but also her rival.) that's not really her fault if that's all she remembered??

and when has her feelings for dan ever been presented as a personal obstacle? never! we've obviously seen the attraction between these two (mostly from runo's end) but it's not like she got into all those arguments with dan because she liked him. and why isn't dan's trial about admitting his own feelings for her, huh? (i mean. we know why. im just salty lol)

i've written my thoughts here about a potential runo trial and how it would not only be relevant when it comes to the bond she has with her bakugan and friends, but also when it comes to her friendship with alice and her feelings of revenge towards masquerade.

dan could definitely make an appearance in her trial and there'd be a nudge towards how devastated she felt when she thought he'd died. this could lead her to leaving the doom dimension more determined than ever to tell him how she feels and the romance element would still be present without overtaking her entire trial.