#also I'm tired so maybe I'll write up another one tomorrow

[weaselwiggles]

Yakuza as Radiants: Haruka

A continuation of my previous post - If Haruka were to bond a spren from Brandon Sanderson's Stormlight Archives book series, which would it be and why.

Kiryu's Post

Haruka - Edgedancer Deciding which order Haruka would fall into was very hard! I can see her falling into many of them. As a performer and someone who enjoys visual arts, it's easy to imagine her as a Lightweaver. She's certainly gathered enough truths in her childhood to go quiet far with that. She could also be a Windrunner as she has always had a big heart and been a protector. While you can see that I decided on Edgedancer, the one I actually almost wrote this post about was Elsecaller. Even while spending most of the games as a kid, she has never been one to slow down, taking after Kiryu and plunging into things to help others.

However, Haruka has only wanted one thing throughout the entire series, which is to be with her family. She spends the first game trying to find her mom, the games after begging Kiryu to stay and not leave her behind, and then the most recent games staying with her orphanage with her partner and son. (I must confess I have not played 8, so please forgive me for not bringing that game into my analysis.)

Despite her time as an idol, Haruka is someone for common people. She works at an orphanage, happy with her family. I do not believe she aspires for greatness, that she wants to be a savior or star anymore. However, I also cannot see Haruka sitting idly by and watch something she disagrees with heavily happen.

We don't get the biggest insight into what Haruka's life is like after Kiryu fakes his death, so please excuse if my thoughts are unfounded, but I can easily imagine Haruka being friendly with neighbors and locals. She easily gets swept up into sidestories and helps out those she can. I can see her helping with legal matters, protests, petitions, and such to improve their lives. She is a kind and warm individual who cares a lot.

So, with that said, I want to draw your attention to the ideals of the Edgedancers. The second ideal is "I will remember those who have been forgotten." And the third is "I will listen to those who have been ignored."

Edgedancers are the order of the people. They are for the common folk. Sanderson goes on to state that, "Edgedancers consider it their solemn duty to remember that the people are the ones they truly serve." They worked as medics during war time and the gem archive mentions that they were too busy evacuating normal people living in Urithiru to record their thoughts. Their care for people is obvious in everything we learn about them.

It's easy to connect the dots between Haruka who just wants to take care of her own and those around her and how well the Edgedancer order fits. First, whether we consider her on Earth or on Roshar, it's easy to see how Haruka could be a healer. She couldn't leave someone injured, even from something small.As someone taking care of several children at a time, I'm sure that this comes in handy a lot.

But more than just the physical aspect, as someone who has gone through a lot, I suspect she'd be more than willing to help with emotional issues as well. While Edgedancers cannot heal emotional or mental wounds, I think the point I'm trying to make is that she's incredibly warm-hearted and sympathetic to others' pains. She's not as clinical as Lirin is (though there's nothing wrong with his view point either).

Expanding on her using her powers for others, having a mom/caretaker who can make the entire ground the best slip 'n' slide??? A highlight, to be sure!

Moving on, I also believe that bonding a spren, especially if it happens when she's a bit younger, would be wonderful for Haruka. She mentions how it's hard for her to make friends, and her lack of childhood and her being treated like a parent of the other kids at the orphanage make for a really rough time. I feel like having a spren, especially a cultivation spren, would push Haruka to do better for herself.

You can't pour from an empty cup and all that. If Haruka WANTS to take care of her foster siblings, then she needs Kiryu to pick up the slack. She gets thrown into situations too often, and I do believe that having someone with her, on her side, and helping her would be so wonderful for her. Even if she makes the same decisions, I hope that having this near constant source of companionship would empower her. Her only companion for years being a grown adult man whose only reason for living is you, isn't the best source of self confidence.

I cannot see Haruka breaking her Oaths, and honestly with enough time I can see her becoming a full knight. While we don't know what the fourth and fifth ideals of the Edgedancer's are, we know that they weren't these grand people who beat 1000 dragons. As a simple woman who cares for her people a lot, whatever the ideals are I can see her making them with ease.

Especially with time and a support system, I can even see her making the ones that are far more personal and harder. I think in some regard, the peace she's found since the end of Yakuza 6 is such a huge strength to her that she can accomplish anything that gets thrown at her.

And that's my reasoning! Let me know if you agree or disagree! Like I said, I could see Haruka in a wide range of Orders, so I'd be curious to hear your opinions!

[yikesmary]

options — choi seungcheol x reader

summary: where cheol tries his best to make sure your pregnancy cravings are satisfied—by buying what seems to be the whole convenience store

notes: this can be seen as a pt. 2 to this one shot I wrote back in June of last year (I did not know it's been that long since that has been posted wtf), but it can also be seen as a standalone. I got a burst of inspiration suddenly, so enjoy the one shot! <3

disclaimer: I am not pregnant, so whatever I write about pregnancy is through pure guessing, and also, if I decide to google it! so yeah :)

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"Did you leave any food for the other customers who might want to eat tonight?" you asked in amusement, watching Seungcheol put what seemed like the fifth plastic bag filled with food from the convenience store onto the table.

"Well, you kept on texting me things the baby might want, so I decided to get everything you've been craving and maybe some things that might work," Seungcheol explained, a bit out of breath from how many times he had to go back and forth.

"Baby, don't you think this is a bit too much? I don't even think baby girl will want a fourth of these," you said, rubbing your pregnant belly.

Ever since you and Seungcheol found out you were pregnant, he had become an even more attentive husband, if possible. He had insisted that you were not allowed to lift a single finger throughout your pregnancy, saying that you shouldn't get tired.

You had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? He would wake up the second you called his name, helping you from the bed and waiting outside the bathroom to make sure you didn't fall in or something (it had happened once, and Seungcheol was both worried and amused at the time). You were hungry? Seungcheol was already ordering something from a food delivery app or cooking one of the doctor-approved dishes that he taught himself to make.

He also made sure all of your pregnancy cravings were satisfied, which was why you've found yourself with what must've been the entire convenience store stock in your home. "So where do we start?" you asked, watching as he brought out a ton of different food out of the bags—chips, samgak (and regular) kimbap, ramen packs, and even ice cream from the bags.

"We should probably see if baby wants the already made food, and the ice cream can be a dessert?" He suggested, but you were already eyeing up your favorite ice cream from even before you got pregnant.

Seungcheol saw that you were looking at the ice cream and without fail, gave it to you before going to the freezer in order to put the rest in so they don't melt. "Thank you," you grinned, a mouthful of ice cream, which made him shake his head in endearment.

"Here, smell this," he said, giving you an open bag of chips.

You looked at him weirdly, yet smelled it. "It smells... like chips?" you said and smelt it one more time just to be sure.

"Does the baby want this?" He asked.

"Oh, not really," you shook your head, and he closed up the chip bag and proceeded to grab another bag, presumably to do the same.

"This one?" Seungcheol asked, giving you what looked like the last item, which was a cup tteokbokki.

"Oh, yeah!" You excitedly said.

"Really?!"

"No, I just wanted to make you happy, but the baby's really not liking it," you sighed.

Seungcheol sighed, which made you feel guiltier, as he had bought all of this food, and it was nothing you were currently craving. "I'm so sorry, Cheol. Maybe I can eat something—" you were saying as you were picking up a package of sweet bread, but quickly dropped it once the smell hit your nose.

"No, you shouldn't have to force yourself to eat if you don't like it. It's not your fault our daughter might just be the pickiest eater ever. I'll just bring all of this to practice tomorrow and the guys can eat all of it," Seunghceol shrugged.

You still felt guilty, which he must've seen by the look on your face, which prompted him to grab you gently so he could give you a hug. "Maybe there's something in the fridge?" He suggested, holding your hand and using his thumb to caress the back of your hand.

You thought about it for a moment before releasing Seungcheol's hand, to which he pouted when you did and walked towards the refrigerator. You looked through the fridge, but nothing caught your eye.

Until a bright orange Tupperware lid caught your attention and you grabbed it. Once you opened it, you looked at Seungcheol sheepishly. "I found something to eat.." you said.

Seungcheol stood up walked over to you and looked at the Tupperware. "Isn't this the japchae Mingyu and Jun made?" he asked, and you nodded.

"I guess I'm gonna have to ask them to make you japchae every time you crave it. Or learn it myself,"

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[missmarveledsblog]

Flumpy part one ( jake seresin x reader )

SUMMARY: The dagger squad all were wondering who the mysterious figure was in one of the rooms in the base only to discover to bradley's explaining it was pete maverick mitchell's  kid  with out seeing them fully before leaving jake makes a comment he will in future regret .  y/n doesn't let the man off light with the comment either . 

warning : enemies to lovers kinda , straight up self indulgent writing so soz slight comedic feel although that just my opinion ( sorry) 

They gather in a curious bundle , looking in a the figure Head down on table large hood covering everything from head up as they tried to figure who it was that was well they hope was a sleep since the said figure hasn't moved .

" you sure they're alive they literally haven't moved in what ten minutes or more" one whispered.

" they allowed to be in here i mean what if its a civilian" another gulped.

" i mean they could be a bum" the tall blonde mused.

" hey what you standing around for" roosters head tilted looking at his squad members.

" there's a possible dead bum or civilian in there or dead civilian bum" fanboy looked into the room eye widening at such a possibility. Only bradley knew , his lips twitched in amusement at his friends assumption .

" nah that just mavs kid , must of fell asleep waiting" he explained as they looked more.

" jesus who would of thought mavs offspring would be flumpy there" jake grimaced .

" flumpy what are you twelve" phoenix rolled her eyes only for the figure to scoff.

" cyclone is looking for you bagman" rooster cleared his throat remembering why he was there in first place .

"Course he is needs a real man's help huh , see yall , bye flumpy" he called loudly as the figure head started to rise .

A quick nod to Pete as he passed yet their eyes all focused as the figure yawned and stretched out . Pulling the hood down to reveal the figure was a woman , a beautiful woman at that.

" hey kiddo sorry I got held up you ready" Mav smiled as she stood stretching aching muscle .

" ready as i'll ever be plus don't worry about it i got some z's"she smiled only seeing a group of new faces well not exactly new but in person new. " oh shit did you guys need the room , bradshaw you told me it was free" she glared at the man a comical sight giving their size difference.

" pretty girl you should of just went back to my place if you were tired... not like that you filthy people she like a sister to me" .

" i wouldn't be so tired if i had slept on way here but no someone a singing driver , i wanted to kick you in your great balls of fire" she grumbled.

" stop being so mean i gave you my hoody when you were cold little shit" he shot back .

" do i need to put you kids in time out" mav asked.

" you going hard deck tonight" bradley rolled his eyes.

" nah i need to unpack and sleep more" .

" she coming beach tomorrow since she's our new mechanic get to know you all" mav spoke up ignoring the glare she sent his way.

" beach tomorrow apparently also hi i'm Y/N" She turned holding her hand out to the group as the boys started pushing each other to be the one shake her hand only in their antic phoenix got in there .

" natasha trace but you can call me nat or phoenix" she smiled proudly getting their first.

"Well nice to meet you i already know who you all are from the glowing reviews i got from the two old men there" she chuckled shaking their hands.

" so where were stationed before here?" fanboy bashful spoke up goofy grin as she looked at him.

" oh i'm not in any form of military i got clearance and a civilian contract life of a navy nepo baby" . " come on we show her around the hangar" mav called all following behind .

She didn't need to see the hangar not when she been in it a billion times before during her childhood . following in the footstep of her mom charlie blackwood being a civilian contractor was a little surreal maybe because rooster was also there it was like they were the new generation . both legendary parents but she couldn't take the extra steps trying to be in her dad's shadow,that would of never worked although it seemed anything that could fly was a great love must of been genetics in this case.

" well as i live and breathe y/n it good to have you on board" she turned to see admiral beau simpson sauntering over towards her .

" admiral nice to see you again" she nodded politely not little how the man was looking at her .

" pleasure is all mine sweetheart if i'd known you'd be here i would of gave you the private tour" he almost purred as her own face scrunched up.

" i got her plus i need her check out phoenix jet for the test runs on monday so she's a little busy at the moment admiral" pete mitchell stood in front of her easily also not liking the way the older man was looking at his daughter.

" phoenix could you show me the way please oh admiral tell that darling wife of yours i say hi" she walked of linking arms with the female aviator .

" would that be all sir" rooster asked . " yes erm i forgot i got a meeting , rooster i got hangman in the end" he said making a slightly quicker exit.

" so what's the problem or did my dad make it up" she asked looking at the jet itching to get working .

" sort of shaky on the landing and steering is a bit stiff it can wait til monday really i think your dad just used.. And she gone" she watched the new woman in the hanger climbing up to assess everything out.

" i shouldn't of said anything" mav laughed knowing what his daughter was like.

" roo here" she called pulling the hoodie off only to hear metal clanging . " oh this place never changes" she shook her head seeing the men looking at her in awe.

It seemed as though everyone in the base had a reason to be in the hanger that morning , some excuses were almost believable others not so much when a recruit handed rooster a stapler insisting they needed it for any reason .

" nice to have a fellow female in her really was being a meat fest and don't even getting started on the pissing contest some of these guys can have"nat called .

" definitely hasn't change" y/n shook her head . " i mean between rooster and hangmans ego's then moment their on the ground best friends it's whiplash at best" .

" hangman? Blonde guy wonder if he's the one that called me flumpy" she mused with a giggle .

" you heard that huh?" .

" loud and clear what an asshole" she checking thing over before moving on to next part.

" i'm sure he'll take it back when he see's you" nat whispered almost reveling to see hangman's reaction to it all .

" hey need help" the guys called.

" nope it's all good i'm actually finished but thank you" she climbed down covered in grease and oil but she didn't mind .

" please come the hard deck so i can get you drink fixing my baby" nat smiled hopefully.

" no can do i need a shower , nap and unpack but i will see you all at beach tomorrow right" she asked all nodding away eagerly.

" you ever play dogfight football" bob asked slightly surprised at his own bravery to talk to the pretty lady .

" oh i'm not even attempting to play that i got a book with my name on it while you guys get all sweaty also stealing nat so i'm not on my own" she smirked .

" i'm fine with that" nat high fived her whilst sticking her tongue out at the others .

"come on you we get you home" maverick lead her out.

" no one tell hangman" was all nat said once they were gone all silently agreeing wanting to see hangman's reaction to the real flumpy .

The moment he stepped on base all he heard was his fellow officers gossiping like little girls usually he would of rolled his eyes and scoffed at the immaturity but jake seresin was always a sucker for pretty face and now he was full fledged curious .

" i think she'll be at hard deck i hope she is" he heard passing by yale . smiling like cat got the cream knowing it was no contest to who was going to get the girl .

" well look who finally showed his face , mav just left that long ago needing to drop his kid home" nat said almost too sweetly although his mind was elsewhere.

" great flumpy's gone anyways you guys heard or seen the smoke show , how true to the scale is she hot" he asked .

" lava like burn through anything hot" Javy spilled out as rooster tried not to react .

" well i guess i'll know later when i'm buying her a drink tonight i'll let you know how hot she is tomorrow though" he winked heading into the locker rooms.

" who's gonna break it to him" payback asked.

" no one dare say a word think of it as my christmas present" nat rubbed her hands together all heading to get changed and ready to have a few drinks after long day .

It was safe to say jake was annoyed the next morning , the mysterious hotty never showed at the bar so he couldn't brag like he wanted which in turn had the gang busting his balls for the forward assumption . it didn't help they were doing it all way to the beach or when he was helping set up the table for the food that was coming but he also had to listen to hear how cool mavericks offspring was maybe he was wrong about the dude or whatever then he start thinking flumpy was why the hot girl was there since they both showed up on same day which irritated him a little more then he cared to think . when he saw the hottest girl he'd ever seen like show stopping hot walk on the beach maybe he could get over the whole thing by getting her. He wasn't going to just go over no he pretend to throw rooster the ball only for it to land right near the woman . " don't worry i'll get it" he winked and strolled over so cocky and confident . sunglasses hid how his eyes raked over her the sundress that hugged her body like a damn glove , like it was made for her and her only . how her hair flowed messily down her back or how it fell to the front as she picked up the ball . " sorry ma'am my friend there can't seem to catch a ball" he stood a little taller , tensed his muscle a little knowing the ladies loved it. She looked over at rooster eyebrows raised before throwing the ball to him.

" looks like he's not so bad at all" she said walking with her towel under her arms ready to set it up .

" or maybe he wanted to impress you" jake followed .

" or you got a shit throw" she said placing her things down placing the towel on the warm sand before pulling the sundress over her head to reveal the red bikini that sat under it .

" hey kid you wanna help penny carry down the food before you get all comfortable" mav called

. " sure thing old man" she walked off leaving jake coming to a horrible realisation.

" was that?" he asked his fellow squad members.

" flumpy" the all called back" with shit eating grins .

"oh and hangman she heard you say it" nat cackled as his face completely dropped .

With the bragging right now and truly down the toilet giving as she wouldn't even look so much as his direction although . hell it seemed baby on board was in with more of a shot then he was. He was also now a fan of don't judge the book without fully seen cover that was his first mistake. Damn the cover was just his style that was for sure.

" just give up hangman , she not into you , you've ruined your chance" payback smirked as they began loading their plates .

" oh don't you worry boys i will have her eating out palm of hand and sweating for more" he laughed only they we're not laughing .

" man shh" javy whispered eyes darting behind the texan.

" what you know it i will have her riding me like a bull at a rodeo by the nights end" only instead of continuing a clearing of a throat .

" excuse me" she pushed past loading her own plate.

" darling how much of that did you hear" he winced .

" enough you tell you that i'd rather starve then eat from palm of your hand and walk to china the ride in your rodeo cowboy" she scoffed walking off sitting down on her towel picking up her book and completely ignoring the fact that jake seresin existed . which only to his torture while he was playing pool she was chatting away to some of the guys at the bar. He watched as the fawned and flirted with her , dropping their best lines while she let them think she was lapping it up , oh she was good he would give her that.

" your not gonna give up are you" coyote asked .

" not by long shot" jake smirked potting his winning ball . 

Part two

[j0urneymercies]

what would i do without you?

pairing: idol!mark lee x personal assistant! reader (afab)

genre: fluff??? mutual pining. "co-workers" to lovers.

summary: mark lee works hard, but you, his assistant, works harder... and eventually fell harder. what could possibly go wrong?

word count: 4167

A/N: I'm back writing! I just need to get this out before I can't anymore! hopefully, i could get more of the fics i had in my silly little head. i hope you enjoy! feedbacks & requests are highly appreciated here.

everyone knows that mark works hard. his overlapping schedules, back and forth international flights, photoshoots, brand events, concerts, guest appearances, studio recordings, group practices. you name it, he's experienced a combination of these events in just a day in a span of months. the whole world doesn't know how he does it. how mark is able to keep up with these ridiculous schedules and meetings without burning out. but you do. as his personal assistant you tried your best to keep up with his incessant schedule, to always brief him of his daily tasks and engagements, be it with his work or personal matters, you always try to stay on top of the list. trailing along with him and his manager all through out the day. dealing with menial tasks like picking up coffee after his 1pm lunch, preparing his travel documents before he leaves the country for another international brand event, preparing the studio before he gets there so he can record the songs he's been writing. don't get it wrong - mark is not a diva. he doesn't request all of these things to be prepared, but you thought that since he has a lot going on, you'd rather have these "tasks" done so he can focus on what's important. today is no different than any other day, you were trailing behind mark and his manager when you were giving him a rundown of the things he needs to get done today, with a clipboard in hand and a pencil at the other.

"so priority 1, today at 10:30 am, you need to head on over to the mixing studio, I one of the producers needs to re-record a specific part of your song. i blocked out your 12 - 1pm for your lunch, but you need to head back right away to the conference room with the dreamies to finalize the line up for the upcoming music festival, I'll have your afternoon coffee by then, so don't worry. they also want to practice right away, but I know you have your family dinner at around 7pm, so I already scheduled that with the restaurant, I also had those flowers sent to your mom today. you have a big day tomorrow with that brand photoshoot at 7am, so we'll pick you up tomorrow at around 5:45 so your ass can be in that makeup chair before 6:30 am."

it felt like you were spitting a verse with the laundry list of mark's tasks.

"and my day barely began. it's barely 10 am." mark just sighed as he looked at his phone to check the time. "9:54, I just got back from a music show recording. you think I could get some sleep in the studio? there's a couch there i think." he looked at you with a smile but his eyes says he's extremely tired.

"you could, but the studio is still not set up. don't worry, i'll get it prepared, you can get 30 mins to yourself." you make a note in your clipboard to pick up his recording essentials.

"thanks y/n. i can't do all these things without you." mark tapped your shoulder as he dragged himself to the recording studio. thank goodness he turned back right away before he can see the blush creeping up your face. he never failed to express his gratitude to you even if it's literally in your job description to be available in his every beck and call. to say that he was nice was an understatement, it feels like it's just in his nature to be good. even after reciting his crazy schedule, where he could have thrown a fit, he still manages to say "thank you, y/n" everytime. you wonder, maybe it's how he's raised. how his parents reminded him to be humble and always give thanks - he lived those words like it was his lifeline.

your thoughts were interupted by a sudden ping from your smartwatch, a text from mark's manager to get them water and snacks back to the studio, he needed to leave for another meeting. you were already on your way back, a tinge of annoyance visible on your face but you know he means well. after all, you've learned a lot from him and how he manages the group - hiring an personal assistant just for mark would make his job a lot easier, especially with his schedules. you gently knocked on the studio door and immediately saw mark curled up on the love seat, with his mouth slightly agape, the blanket around his frame sliding down. you'd have to agree that he looks too cute at this moment, it took everything from you to snap a picture of him sleeping. "be professional" you thought to yourself. however, you find yourself adjusting the blanket around his body to cover mark better. "is this still professional?" your heart was definitely racing at this point, if mark wasn't knocked out, he'd definitely hear how your heart is practically bolting out of your ribcage. Once done, you immediately jumped to exit the studio and sat down on one of the waiting chairs in the hallway, still clutching your heart, you wanted to rid yourself of the thoughts you had when you were so close to mark. you immediately opened your laptop and worked on your emails just so you could distract yourself from what just happened.

before you know it, the producer & sound engineers were already on their way to meet up with mark. 5 minutes to spare, so you gently opened the door and tapped mark's shoulder gently to wake him up.

"they're on their way in 5 minutes. drink up." you handed him a bottle of water, his hands gently grazing yours. you could feel your cheeks heating up again. "be calm, he barely touched your hand" you had to mentally recite that in your brain to keep yourself grounded.

"it's barely 30 minutes. are you sure i can't snooze for another 10 minutes?" he looked up to you with those puppy eyes as if you could do anything to stop time. hell, if you could, you would have, just for him.

"if it was for me, i'd give you my extra hours just so you could rest, but you had all these commitments lined up. the sooner we get them started, the faster we'd get them done, champ."

"you're as busy as i am." mark sighed as he gulps down the water you handed to him. "y/n, i can't thank you enough for keeping up with me" he grabbed your shoulder like he wanted to pull you in for a hug, but stopped midway when he realized what he was about to do. you looked at him, shocked at the sudden skinship. "oh sorry" he immediately slinked his arm fast and looked away. as if on cue, the producer opened the studio doors and walked straight to mark, giving him a dap and a hug all at once. you stood up and shook his hand with a bow as a sign of respect. mark immediately went straight to business mode and discussed with the producer about the changes to his song. he walked straight to the recording booth and you could hear him say to the mic "the sooner we get this started, the faster we'd get it done" he said while he sport a beaming smile. you just shook your head and smiled as you opened your laptop to continue to do some work.

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it honestly felt like the day couldn't get any longer. mark's recording session dragged an additional 15 minutes. you kept motioning at your watch to speed things up but mark barely catches the hint especially when he's in the zone. you just sighed and slumped on the couch in defeat. that's 15 minutes away from his lunch time and yours. on top of that, you still need to pick up his 1pm coffee and get him to his meeting with the dreamies. eventually, mark came out of the booth and shook hands with the sound engineer & producer. he looked at you with a sheepish green and scratched the back of his head. "sorry, y/n. i really wanted to get it done today." you got out of the studio and mark followed suit. "it's fine, mark. i just don't want us to run behind schedule. you still have i don't know less than 45 minutes for lunch and then there's the line up meeting. I'll get you your coffee once you're in the conference room. go get lunch now, if you need me, i'll be at the cafeteria, just shoot me a text, okay?" you gave him a thumbs up as if you were waiting for him to return the gesture.

"wait, i'm eating alone?" mark was now sulky, the idea of eating lunch by himself never really sat right with him, of course there were times that he did, but those are rare. he usually ate with his manager or his members for lunch, like it was his way decompressing after a stressful day. you just sighed and pressed the elevator button, "you want to tag along? are you even okay with eating regular degular cafeteria food?"

"uhmmm yeah, i am. all i ate was cafeteria food when i was a trainee. that and my mom prepared my lunch." his smug smile was visible, like he just won an argument.

"alright mister working class. just keep it quick, we don't want to be late for your meeting."

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you never knew lunch with mark was enjoyable. there were rare occassions where you sat down and ate with him and the whole team but that was just after concerts, usually as a thank you to the whole production team. it was like talking to a friend, the whole mood was light and enjoyable. lame jokes and stories were exchanged, he was completely relatable. before you know it, your smart watched pinged again with a reminder to get mark in the conference room soon. you frowned a bit knowing that you could never get moments like this with him. like he's not some big kpop idol with dragging schedules.

"alright champ, let's get you in that conference room in 5 minutes. i'll be back with your coffee after that."

that was your nickname for him. champ. when you're not calling him by his name, you'd usally refer to him as the silly nickname you gave him. just because he's being a complete champion in your eyes for braving his demanding schedule and after achieving so much in such a young age. "it's obviously an appropriate nickname" you thought to yourself and besides he doesn't mind. if anything, it gives him the boost of confidence to take on his tasks.

"it's the 10th floor, conference room 1003 just a few doors away from the elevator on the right. i'll go get your coffee. hurry there now." you pressed the elevator and it immediately opened right infront of you and mark. he walked inside the elevator and pouted when he saw you on the other side, "you'll be there right? i kinda need you there." you can feel the butterflies in your stomach rioting. how could he say that when he looks to you with pleading eyes like he wanted to grab you to get inside the elevator. "i'll be there, promise" you manage to beam out a smile at him as the elevator door close between you and mark.

you didn't know if you were just delusional or was mark hinting something more than what he meant? of course he needed you there, after all you are his assistant. why else would he want you to be there? sure, you had your silly little crush for mark, he is the mark lee after all. but after working in such close proximity with him, you learned more and more about him. how you admired his work ethic, how dedicated he is to his passion, how he remained humble and level headed despite his fame and success, he barely complained about his schedule, he even talked you out of mentioning it to the top brass in the company in fears that you might get in trouble because of him - so thoughtful. You remembered the time where he sent you flowers and a new bag for your birthday - you never really asked for it, you barely had plans for your birthday and you just casually mentioned it one time when he asked, but you never really thought anything of it. so he's also generous and attentive.

"y/n, happy birthday. i hope you like it. thanks for everything. what would i do without you? :) always, mark."

that was written on the card attached to the birthday flowers he sent you. you melted right then and there. if he wasn't who he is, you'd definitely act upon these signals. but you had to brush it aside, he probably does this for every employee he wants to thank. you'd know because you're usually the one arranging the flowers and gifts on his behalf. keeping things professional, you obviously had to shove your feelings away. this is just mark being mark. he's an amazing guy, of course he'll do these amazing things just because. it's not like he'll reciprocate your feelings, you're a co-worker for god's sake, a personal assistant at that.

before you know it, you're standing infront of room 1003, mark's iced coffee in one hand and your clip board in the other. You gently pushed the door and made a beeline towards him and handed the beverage, careful not to interrupt the speaker while he explains the motif of the festival. you sat on the sidelines as you try to keep up with the meeting, making sure you catch the missed details while you were out on your coffee run. mark looked from his shoulders at you and saw you hunching over your laptop, brows knitted together while you take notes. a small smile forming on his lips as he noticed how cute you looked when you're focused, how your lips mouth the last sentence the speaker as you type down the words. clearly, his thoughts were not in the meeting. his head keeps on replaying the gestures you’d done over the years. he’s been always an observant, a silent one at least. he’d notice the way you fidget with your fingers whenever you’re nervous, like when the first time the two of you were formally introduced, you were shy and hid behind his manager for most of the time during your early days but then eventually eased up as the days go by. he remembered the day you walked up to the management office and demanded that they give him a more lenient schedule only for you to be scolded back by your seniors - where he saw you tear up and choke a sob, immediately apologizing to him and he swore he could have hugged you right then and there. Another moment where he saw you cry was right before he went on stage for his first solo album debut showcase - you were crying on the wings of the theater while he performs, obviously proud on how far he’d become. he glanced at you a bit and his expression softened for a short while, but you just assured him with two thumbs up and a smile. he had to come to terms with the fact that he did care for you more than a co-worker. he always looked forward for the cute reminders and the silly sticky notes you'd leave on top of his laptop, he kept those by the way. his day immediately brightens up once he knows that you will be tagging along his engagements, even 12 hour flights don’t seem too bad if he knows that you’ll be there. like he was looking for you wherever you go. when you cannot tag along for his engagements in australia, that really bummed him because you were so excited on his behalf and also the fact that you wanted to see a koala in real life - so when he came back, mark got you a souvenir plush keychain of a koala, which is now hanging on your bag at all times. he was never this invested in his previous assistants - but then again, he feels like you’re more than that.

”and that’s it. anymore questions? if not, i’ll send the important details to your managers. let’s close the meeting.” the speaker immediately left the conference room for yet another meeting. you said your hellos and made a quick bow to everyone, even the other dreamies were apologetic for hurrying out for their other engagements, you and mark were almost alone in the conference room, other employees minding their own business or hurrying off to another part of the building.

”oh hey, so you have another thing in like 15 minutes.” you hurriedly looked at your smartwatch to get a glimpse of mark’s demanding schedule. “15 minutes to spare, do you want me to get you some snacks or tea?” you looked at him and he just stared back at you like you were some puzzle he wants to solve. “mark?” he blinked, a couple of times before realizing that he did stare quite longer than expected. “oh no, uhmm tha-that’s okay. i’ll just catch up with the other guys. i’ll meet you on the practice room, yeah?” it was his turn to get all nervous and flustered. he haphazardly gathered his things and went straight out of the conference room and you just stood there utterly confused on what just happened.

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you had texted mark to head on down the practice room now that you returned to your desk in the office. you could hang out in the practice rooms but with things being weird with mark, you thought that maybe a little distance will calm your senses down. not long after you sent out your text, mark replied

“are you not going to watch me practice” -mk

and you can’t deny it, your heart swelled. did he really wanted you there? where he can dance and suave his way into your heart further? it was honestly tempting but you had to stand on your ground. besides, these practices tend to run a lot longer than their intended time, you liked mark, but you also had a long day.

“ohh tempting, but i am really swamped with work, i need to get this done soon. next time tho 😉” -yn

a winky face? now you are treading dangerous waters. flirty banter with mark is probably one of your favorite things, you’ve always known that it was just nothing but pure silliness, but somehow, today feels different. no point deleting this message now, like you threw out a grenade and prayed that it doesn’t blow up in your face.

“i’d be more energized if i see you watching me. c’mon now it’s almost 6, just drop by?” -mk

“fine, i’ll just finish up this last email.” -yn

“alright then, see ya 😚” -mk

a kissy face? oh now it’s going to be really awkward or maybe it’s just the two of you being playful. no harm, no foul. just keeping things light and easy. your heart raced as you quickly pack your bags, do you really want to see him during practice after the series of texts you just exchanged? but you have to keep your word, you’ll be there, 5 minutes and then it’s time to go. you opened the practice room doors and you so mark dancing to one of his songs. he was glistening, his shirt clung to his body as he moved, his hair tousled with sweat - even in this situation he looked so god damned good. he saw you standing by the door and he gave you a quick smile and a wink and went back to serious mode as he faced the floor length mirror. You could hyperventilate then and there, but all you did was shift your legs and steady yourself, you obviously caught him wink at you, it wasn’t some sort of optical illusion. finally, the music stoped and the choreographer cued everyone to take five. Mark skipped towards your direction and you handed him a towel to wipe himself off, he was smiling from ear to ear.

“well you were amazing, no doubt about that.” you clapped your hands and smiled at mark. “just don’t forget to shower before you meet with your family, okay? that’s 7pm.” you went back to assistant mode, reminding him of his personal engagement.

“yeah, about that. i think i’m gonna bail on practice for today”

“WHAT?”

Before you know it, Mark walked over to the choreographer and whispered something in his ear, he immediately bolted towards you and grabbed your hand to the exit before you can say anything. The two of you immediately reached the elevator and he impatiently pressed the button. trying your best to catch your breath, you looked at mark like he was crazy, maybe he is, because he’s just smiling at you as he catches his breath.

“What the— what the hell, mark?” you said in between breaths, hands, grabbing your knees in exhaustion. “What’s going on?” Before you know it, mark dragged you inside the elevator and looked at you with the same smile and twinkle in his eyes. He’s not saying anything, just jagged breaths from the sprinting that you just did. When the elevator doors open, you realized that you’re in the basement parking lot, completely confused you hesitantly backed away from him, mark just gestured for you to follow him.

“mark, what’s going on?” you asked, with worry in your voice, your fingers fidgeting while you speak. mark saw this and immediately grabbed your hands and linked with his. your face still spells confusion but you immediately relaxed once he held your hands, pulling you closer to him and almost closing the distance between you.

“i’m tired of running away, y/n” his features soften as he scans your face “i feel like i can’t keep it in me anymore. i need to tell you or else i’m going to explode” his voice, softer that ever, like he was whispering a prayer.

“mark— i—“ the words just can’t get out of your system, like your body was going haywire all at once. you’re way too close to mark that you can smell him, his musk and cologne mixing just right to make you melt right then and there. his face way too close to yours and you paused on his lips before going straight back to his eyes.

“i like you.” he said it out low and sincere, that you barely heard it right when he said it. “i can’t get you out of my mind, y/n. every dream, every waking moment, you were there and i know it’s a longs hot and probably a complicated set of events but i just can’t get you out of my system.” mark’s confession shocked you, like you were hearing him talk in a foreign language.

“i like you too. i can’t help to feel butterflies whenever we’re alone, how my heart aches whenever i see you tired and stressed, how my heart flutters whenever i see you perform on stage.” you scrambled your brain for all the things you want to say to mark “how i felt seen and understood whenever we talk, how easy it is to confide to you whenever. mark, i think it’s safe to say that i love you.” the last part was almost a wisp. mark smiled and grabbed your face gently as he closes the gap between you with a soft lingering kiss. your foreheads touched as the two of you giggled at the sudden confession also after realizing where you were, this is probably the only place the two of you could get some privacy in the whole building.

“so you love me, huh?” mark teased as he walked over to his car, opening the passenger door so you can get in.

“shut up!!! but i do.” you can feel the adrenaline fading back as it is being replaced by embarrassment.

“i love you too so it’s a tie” mark leaned over to steal another kiss from you and he chuckled as he saw your blushing face. you buried your face in your hands as mark drives his car out of the basement parking lot. you heard a ping from your smartwatch which made you look up from your initial position

“mark! the family dinner at 7, you’ll be late.” you reminded him with worry in your eyes.

“don’t worry, babe, we’ll make it in time.” your eyes widened upon hearing what he just said, he just smiled and kissed your cheeks as he continued to drive away.

[gudfornuthin]

The Baker and the Ballerina

Chapter nine

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader (au)

Summary: A message mix-up, a late-night bakery date, and a chance for Frank and Y/N to get closer. Nothing could get in their way, right?

Word count: 2.5k

Series Warnings: slow burn, cliché tropes, mentions of PTSD, mentions of abusive relationships, (eventual) smut, violence

A/N: Ain't no way I've cut this series down to 22 chapters from 32 Imao. I just realised this way chapters can be longer, and it won't take me ages to upload it all. As always, thank you for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated :)

It's another restless night for Frank, as the man stands downstairs in the bakery's kitchen. It's peaceful, the soft lighting around the edge of the room creating an orange glow, just bright enough for him to see what he's doing. Writing down new recipe ideas and also sketching out a plan for Y/N's studio. She didn't ask him to, and Frank isn't sure how exactly she wants it to look, but it doesn't hurt to show her some options.

As he's just about to grab some ingredients needed for a new bake, his phone pings. Frank stops what he's doing and grabs his phone, seeing a text message from Y/N. He smiles and opens it, his eyes going wide once he sees what she sent.

A photo of herself, wearing a tight-fitting ballet outfit, legs and arms bare. It's a low-cut neck and comes up incredibly high on the side of her thighs. Not much is left to the imagination and Frank can feel his heart beating fast, among other things. The image is paired with a simple text reading, ‘is this too revealing? Thinking of what to wear for the classes I wanna run in the studio :\’.

Frank has a sneaky suspicion that the text wasn't meant for him, unless Y/N has suddenly changed her tune and wanted to test the waters of their relationship. Either way, he decides to have some fun and tease her with his reply.

‘Not at all, they won't be able to take their eyes off you ;)’

He puts his phone down and waits for a response, already smirking at the thought of her realising the mistake she made. It doesn't take long, but rather than another ping from a text, Frank's phone starts ringing. Her name flashes on the screen and he answers straight away.

"Hey."

She doesn't respond immediately, the only sound from her end being the slight huffing from her breathing.

"Sweetheart-"

"Please don't make this more embarrassing than it already is," she finally says, mumbling and sounding incredibly awkward.

Frank laughs. "I didn't say anything!"

She sighs. "God, that was meant for Farah. I'm so tired, and in my defence you guys have really similar names!"

"Don't worry," Frank says. "Maybe change my name in your phone to save the confusion next time."

Y/N hums. "Sure, you'll just be down as the guy I can't stop making a fool of myself around."

"Kind of a mouthful, but sure." There's a brief pause, and Frank continues. "Really though, you look incredible."

"Thank you, Frank," he can hear her walking around as she talks. "So, I probably already know the answer to this but, why're you up so late?"

He leans against one of the counters. "Y'know, mind's messing with me again. Thought I'd spend some time looking over new recipes. You?"

"Actually I'm still at the studio, need to clean up the rest of this mess left behind."

This makes Frank perk up, as he chooses to boldly ask the following question. "You wouldn't wanna come over, would you? If you have time."

"And do what, exactly?"

Frank shrugs, looking around the kitchen. "Well, you could help with some last-minute prep that needs doing for the bakery tomorrow?" He heads into the front, looking out the window. "We'll count it as another 'non-date'."

Y/N smiles. "I wouldn't wanna be the reason the bakehouse runs out of pastries tomorrow."

"Of course not."

Once again, Frank hears her moving around. "I'll be right over. Lemme just change real quick."

"Damn, I was hoping l'd see the leotard in person," he jokes.

She rolls her eyes in amusement. "Shut up."

The call ends, and Frank quickly rushes out the front door of the bakery, heading across the street to the studio. He waits patiently for her, breathing in the fresh air and listening to the quiet chirping of crickets.

The door opens and he looks up to see Y/N, a confused expression on her face. "Hey, why'd you come out?"

"I know it's only over the road," Frank says. "but I didn't want you walking by yourself this late."

They begin to walk back to the bakehouse, Y/N smiling at his words.

"You really know how to make a girl feel special."

They get back to the bakery and head for the kitchen, Frank grabbing trays full of pastry and placing them on the tables in the middle of the room. Y/N feels like a lost puppy, sticking close to him and having no clue what to do. Thankfully, Frank notices this.

"You want me to show you what to do first?" he asks.

She nods. "For the health and safety of your customers, l'd say yes."

He chuckles and gets to work. Folding and spreading out the raw pastry, encasing thick slabs of butter in between each piece, and shaping them into perfect croissant shapes. Just as Frank was enamoured by her ballet skills, Y/N is enamoured by his baking ones. He's a natural, and she can tell this is where he thrives. It's meticulous and complicated, but Frank makes it look so simple. He's in his element, even if the pretty woman watching makes him feel nervous.

Once completed, he takes the tray and puts it in the oven. "Alright, you wanna give it a go?"

"If you're okay with a botched batch of disfigured croissants," she replies, not wanting to mess up his work.

"I'm sure they'd turn out fine," Frank says. "But maybe you'd feel better filling and decorating?"

He goes over to where a rack of baked goods are resting, taking one tray and putting it in front of Y/N. The smell is intoxicating, the golden-brown crisp of the puff pastry making her mouth water.

"So," Frank starts. "We're adding all things pistachio to the menu, I'll need you to drizzle some of this pistachio cream on top of the croissants and crumble up some pistachio pieces to spread over it."

She nods. "Sounds easy enough."

They get to work, Y/N going much slower than Frank. Both of them perfectionists, but the latter having more confidence in what he's doing. Once half the batch is done, Frank grabs two piping bags.

"We'll add some pistachio filling to the rest," he hands her one of the bags. "Not too much, don't want it spilling out, but not too little otherwise the first few bites will just be pastry."

Y/N nods again, picking up one of the croissants and placing the nozzle underneath it. She tries squeezing the bag, nothing coming out at first. She tries again, glancing at Frank who's already on his third pastry. She looks back at hers and squeezes once more. A sudden splat and half the pistachio filling explodes, covering the table, multiple of the croissants, and of course herself. Dread consumes her, as she waits for Frank to yell or berate her. Instead, he quickly grabs a towel and hands it to her, gently taking the ruined piping bag from her hands.

"Guess I won't be offering you a job anytime soon," he jokes.

The dread quickly leaves, replaced with relief and joy after seeing Franks reaction.

"Sorry," she mumbles, but smiling either way.

"S'okay," he gives her the piping bag he was using. "Lemme show you how to do it this time."

She goes to grab another croissant but feels Franks presence behind her. His front pressed firmly against her back; she freezes in shock. His arms wrap around either side of her as he covers her hands with his own on top of the piping bag. She hates to admit that she isn't opposed to what he's doing, although knows they're crossing into dangerous territory. To an outsider, what they're doing must look so cliché, a young man and woman embracing in such an intimate manor.

"This okay?" Frank asks, his gruff voice vibrating through her spine.

She subconsciously leans into him. "Maybe it is for Sam Wheat and Molly Jensen."

He leans over her shoulder, as she looks back at him, seeing the confusion on his face.

"Ghost," she elaborates. "The movie with Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore?"

Frank shakes his head. "Never saw it, not really into chick flicks."

Y/N scoffs, turning around to face him properly. "You don't have to be into chick flicks to watch Ghost, it's a classic."

"Are we finishing this or what?" he argues back, holding the piping bag and pointing it at the forgotten pastries.

"Well you've ruined the mood," Y/N grumbles.

There's a brief pause, and before she has time to react, Frank squeezes a perfect line of the pistachio cream across her upper lip. She jolts and gasps in shock.

Frank smirks. "That's how you use it by the way."

She huffs, wiping the cream off her face and taste testing it. "It's really good."

"I'm glad, hoping it'll be a new favourite with the customers."

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After finishing the rest of the croissants and packing them away for the following day, Frank and Y/N clean up the remaining mess they made. As she puts away one of the mixing bowls, her eyes graze over a bunch of drawings and messy sketches.

"Wow, are these for the studio?" she asks.

Frank moves over to where she stands. "Yeah. Not saying you have to use any of them, but I just like to have the ideas planned out."

She shakes her head at his tone of uncertainty. "No, these are really good! You've got more of a plan then I do."

Y/N continues sifting through them, happy to see Frank showing genuine interest in this major project.

"Y'know I'm off on Sunday," Frank says. "If you need to go grab some things for the studio, I'm more than happy to go with you."

"That'd be great, thank you."

The night carries on much the same. The pair of them talking over different plans, adding new ideas to the sketches, and Frank showing her his new recipe ideas. Time flies by, and sleep is the last thing on either of their minds.

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Sunday soon rolls around, and Y/N is making her way to Bakehouse 31 for her day of shopping with Frank. While most of the basic work is done, there's still final touches to do on the flooring and setting the walls ready to be painted. Frank was kind enough to let her take his sketches of the studio home with her, as to figure out what she really wants to do to it.

As she turns the corner, Y/N spots a commotion outside the bakery, quickly realising it's Frank and an older man. Their expressions are similar, and their conversation appears heated. It's not hard for her to guess that the man is Franks father. She holds back for a moment, not wanting to intrude in their less than cheerful conversation.

Eventually the older man leaves, walking in the opposite direction to where Y/N stands. Frank appears visibly stressed and upset as she walks up to him.

"Hey," her words startle him as he turns and spots her. "You okay?"

He clears his throat and waves her off. "It's nothing, let's just go."

She purses her lips. "Was that your dad?"

Frank doesn't say anything, simply huffing in acknowledgment, confirming her suspicion.

It doesn't take long for the pair to arrive at the store, Y/N's two main goals consisting of finding all the materials they need, while also taking Franks mind off his father. They stroll up and down the different aisles with a cart, grabbing important, and not so important, things.

"Is this a diamond encrusted lamp?" Y/N questions, picking it out of the cart as soon as Frank places it in.

He rests his hands on his hips. "Well it's not real diamonds, the thing only costs twenty bucks."

She looks at him, brow furrowed. "Where am I gonna put this?"

Frank shrugs. "Put it downstairs, it'll make it cosy."

She shakes her head, putting it back on the shelf. "We're focusing on the studio first. I need the bare minimum finished before I even think about décor."

As they carry on, going back and forth and arguing over what they need and what they don't, Y/N can't help but feel the domesticity of it all encompassing her. it's innocent enough, and she knows Frank is only doing this because he's mostly responsible for the original workers leaving half a completed job behind. Still, walking around the store together, laughing and joking about the unique and strange decoration options, most strangers would see them and assume they're a couple. Which is just crazy. Y/N hates to admit it, but she doesn't mind being mistaken for one.

After an hour or so, and an almost full cart, Frank and Y/N make their way to the front of the store.

She goes to pull out her purse, but Frank stops her. "I've got this."

"No, no, no," she argues. "This is a lot of stuff, and I've got the money put aside for it."

"I know and I don't doubt you have it all planned out," Frank says in retort. "But I also know how hard it is starting out when it comes to your own business. So please, let me get this for you as a way of helping you out."

She smiles slightly. "You're already helping out by finishing the job."

He shakes his head. "That's time I had to spare. This is a gift."

"I thought the bags full of buttery pastry were gifts," she mumbles in jest.

Frank rolls his eyes. "Come on. I'll sort this shit out, you go and call a cab. There's a lot here so no point dragging it all back on foot."

Y/N knows she can't convince him to let her pay so she nods in agreement, patting him on the arm and leaving the store. The smile hasn't left her face as she stands near the curb, waiting for a cab. The idea of trying to finish the work on the studio alone sounded like a nightmare. But with Frank, she couldn't wait to get started.

As she continues standing outside the store, her phone pings in her bag. She pulls it out and checks, not recognising the number. She clicks on it and the message opens, her heartrate picking up as she reads it over.

"Your boyfriend's a looker. I'm sad how quickly you moved on though.'

Y/N looks around frantically, feeling cold as a shiver shoots up her spine. It's not hard to figure out who it's from. Her ex-boyfriend Jonah, who now knows where she is.

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[golbrocklovely]

careful what you wish for // sam and colby (pt. 4)

A/N: first off, terribly sorry this came out so late. i've had a hectic last couple days, and didn't get to finish this fic up until tonight. and sadly, this the last thing i'm posting for my 13 nights of halloween. it's crazy to think that this is finally over. to anyone curious i will be getting back to answering asks by tomorrow. i'll also be writing up my review of hell week, and any other random things i had planned to write about/review before my 13 nights. also, i know so many of you have been waiting eagerly for this next installment, so sorry for the long awaited update. but hopefully it's made better by this fic. happy belated halloween, and happy haunting !

prompt: sam and colby have left you high and dry, so now you've resorted to possibly hooking up with a coworker at an event. but sam and colby will be having NONE of that. || vampire!sam and demon!colby x fem!reader

trigger warning: SO MUCH SMUT, manipulation via powers (surprise! it's not you this time), fucking in a public, fucking with a crowd watching, the crowd is also all of your coworkers, dumb business shit that i know nothing about bc i went to school for theater and work in retail lol, fourth wall break (spooky), cursing, degrading language, being bit but no blood drawn), mentions of: princess, baby girl, baby, slut, whore, called a fleshlight once, unprotected sex (but no fear of getting pregnant bc they're supernatural), gets a bit dark and possessive towards the end, heavy use of MINE and OURs, snc own you so…. if you don't like that don't read,

word count: 7077

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It was Halloween night, and while you usually looked forward to Halloween, this night was a bit different. The company you worked at was having their annual 'Final Fiscal Quarter Party'. The higher ups agreed that it would be easier to throw it during October, rather than in December. Individual offices could throw their own then, but the main, big event was happening tonight.

Your company rented out a huge hotel ballroom. There was catering, a local DJ playing some family friendly tunes, and a stage where awards were going to be given out. You had been to a couple of these events over the years, but they were always very... boring. You would much rather be at home, snuggled up, watching a scary movie.

Or maybe getting fucked by your... boyfriends? It was hard to describe the relationship you had with Sam and Colby. They used you, but you used them. It was a very symbiotic relationship in that way. But currently, you weren't really too keen on them.

You considered hitting up your old friend, Jess. She was the one, after all, that magically brought Sam and Colby into your life. You hadn't talked to her in a long time. It could be because she still blamed you for the book permanently shutting and ruining her dating life forever.

She could bitch all she wanted, but she wasn't the one being stalked and fucked by a demon and a vampire.

You had grown a bit tired of Sam and Colby, their antics, and their overall ability to flip your world upside down. The sex was great, obviously. But at what cost?

Not to mention, they hadn't spoken to you, or showed up, in months. You were going through a bit of a dry spell, and hated the fact that they hadn't answered your calls. So, it did cross your mind to get rid of them. Permanently.

But that was an issue for another time. Right now, all you had to focus on was getting just drunk enough to enjoy this stuffy party, but not too drunk that you get messy.

And that came a bit easy for you. Across the bar, a handsome man smiled at you, giving you a nod as you accepted his drink. You could see his paper nametag said Brian, and you hadn't recognized him from your own office - so he was a safe bet. God knows you weren't the only one trying to hook up with someone tonight. Plenty of colleagues from different divisions were going to be getting crazy tonight. It was an inside joke amongst the company that this night was usually a fuckfest.

You gazed over at Brian, admiring his silky quaffed hair and great suit. He had a lovely smile; one he shot your way over the glass of whiskey he had in his hand.

A man like Brian seemed... dependable. A good choice for a significant other. Boring, basic, Brian. Maybe that's exactly what you needed. Something steady and settled. Not... supernatural.

Yeah, but could you ever fuck a man like Brian? A man like him could never fulfill your needs. You could hear Colby's voice in the back of your head.

You rolled your eyes, taking a long sip from your wine glass. No. Brian might seem a bit basic on the surface, but who knows? Deep down he could be a sex god. Maybe he was packing some serious heat, and just knew all the right ways to eat a woman out. Yeah, that's what's you would be focusing on. Not the imagine that Sam and Colby would surely try to paint in your head.

You were brought out of your thoughts as the lights dimmed up and down, signaling everyone to get to their seats, as the speeches and award ceremony was going to start soon. You shot a look at Brian one more time and found your seat quickly.

The head of the company sauntered up on stage as applause erupted throughout the room. He nodded his head, shooting a couple people smiles and finger guns. Eventually as the room quieted down, he stepped up to the podium, beginning his speech.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm so happy you all could make it here tonight. Happy Halloween by the way. Isn't this much better than a Christmas party?" He let out a solid laugh, swatting at the crowd jokingly. "But as I was saying, tonight we are all here to celebrate. This company might be big, but it's the little guys - the individuals - that deserve the praise the most. Sure, I'm the head and face of this place, but you guys are what make it possible."

Another round of claps came from the room. You glanced around and noticed that the chair next to you was empty. There was a name tag on the plate, designating this spot for a "Colson Brock".... whoever that was.

"Now before the awards begin, I would like to introduce you all to someone remarkable. This man has helped shape this company in many ways. And, he's incredibly sexy. So let's all give a round of applause for Samson Golbach." The CEO grinned brightly, gesturing to the side of the stage.

You raised an eyebrow, Sexy? That's a strange word to use at a business party. Not to mention, The CEO was married to a woman so... this was all a bit confusing. You awkwardly clapped as the light shined on a man with light blonde hair. He was in an all-black suit, his hair gelled in a sleek look. He waved at the crowd, smirking mischievously. He smiled once he got to the podium, his fangs glistening in the light.

Was that... Sam?

You gasped in your seat, staring up with wide eyes at the stage. It looked like him, but you had never seen him in a suit. Plus he wasn't exuding the same energy he usually would so, maybe this wasn't him. Maybe this was his doppelganger, or someone that looked extremely like him. You sat back in your chair, narrowing your eyes up at the man.

"Thank you all for having me here today. I know many of you don't know who I am, but that's by design. I purposefully like to stay in the shadows, remain almost anonymous. It's a system I built to keep this company running at breakneck speed, and so far... this has been our most successful year to date!" Samson cheered.

You could feel the room clap again, happy with Sam... Samson's words. You took a deep breath, your anger rising. This can't be Sam. Sure, it looked like him and even sounded like him. But Sam and Colby had never taken this... thing, with you outside of your own house. There was no way they would do this to you in front of all of your coworkers and colleagues.

"It's nice to finally be appreciated and received so well. I'm sure you've all had some crazy days and night working here. I usually work all hours of the night and barely get to see the sun. You would think I was some sort of a vampire or something." Samson chuckled, some members of the crowd following suit. He turned, catching your eye, and gave you a wink.

Did he just...

The chair next to you pulled back, a man sat down hastily. He cleared his throat, catching his breath. He unbuttoned his dark blue suit jacket, the silver pinstripes reflecting in the light. Your eyes traveled up the man's form, taking him in until finally stopping on his face. Everything about him was familiar, but his hair was pushed back, exposing his forehead. He took his glasses off, cleaning the lenses and sliding them back on.

“You've got to be fucking kidding me.” You growled.

The man, Colby, turned to look at you suddenly. “I'm... sorry?”

You crossed your arms tightly, sitting back in your chair. “I can't believe that you and Sam would do this.”

He gave a weary smile. “I'm so sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else.”

“Right, Colby.” You huffed.

“Colby? That's a silly name,” he chuckled. “My name is Colson.”

“Of course it is.” You turned to him sharply, “You know you two have a lot of audacity to do this.”

He shook his head awkwardly. “Again, I'm not sure what you're talking about, Miss.”

“You guys haven't spoken to me in months. I've called out to yall and got nothing back. And now you show up and want to play dress up?!” You whispered harshly. “You guys are sick.”

“I'm not entirely sure what to say. I'm not who you think I am,” he dissented. “I'm Colson Brock, not Colby, and I've never met that man on stage before in my life. But I am about to get an award from him so... if you could just stop talking to me, that would be for the best.”

You scoffed. “I swear to God, Colby-!”

You were cut off as Sam’s voice grew louder, “This award is given out to individuals that show inspiring traits and work countlessly day in and day out for us. The award for Best Dedication, Integrity, Creativity, and Knowledge goes to... Colson Brock!”

You scowled as Colby stood up, patting down his suit softly. He walked towards the stage, shooting you a smug look over his shoulder. He stepped on stage, shaking Sam's hand, and a photo was taken of the two of them holding the award.

You grabbed your purse, sneaking off to the bathroom quickly. You stumbled in, rushing to the sink and leaning against it. The bathroom was empty, just you alone. You breathed deeply, shaking your head.

That had to be Sam and Colby. There's no way that wasn't them.

But a part of you imagined, for just a moment, that maybe... it wasn't them. How could they have manipulated everyone into thinking they were real workers at this company? The CEO introduced Sam, or Samson. Colby's name, or Colson's name, was on the nametag and award.

You felt yourself flush at the thought. Oh my God, if that isn't Colby, that man out there thinks I'm absolutely insane. How the fuck am I supposed to go back to my table, sit there and eat an under seasoned chicken parm, and pretend I didn't just berate a man?

You groaned, bending down, and resting your head against the sink counter. Even when Sam and Colby weren't around, they still fucked with you.

You heard the bathroom door squeak open, your body jolting up. You didn't need another person thinking you were losing it.

Heavy footsteps crept into the bathroom, a man. A deep voice sighed, snickering lightly. You glanced up through the mirror, your eyes widening. Colby swayed in, leaning against the wall. His suit jacket was gone, now just in his button up and slacks. He rolled up his sleeves, running a hand through his hair.

“Surprise, Princess. Did ya miss us?” He teased.   

You glared, “What the fuck, Colby?”

“What?” He gestured outside the bathroom, “A bit too dramatic?”

“This is my livelihood! How dare you and Sam come and fuck this up for me!” You exclaimed, anger coursing through your veins.

“Relax, baby. We would never do anything too bad. No need to worry. Everyone will forget any of this happened. Honestly.” He put his hands up defensively. “This was all meant to be a bit of fun. We just wanted to get a rise out of you.”

“Well, you succeeded. Congratulations.” You retorted, crossing your arms.

“You should be congratulating me on my award. I have the best dedication, integrity, creativity, and knowledge.... D-I-C-K. Dick? Best dick, get it?” He bit his lip cockily, “Came up with it myself.”

“You're a fucking genius,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes. “God, I knew I should have talked to Jess sooner.”

“Jess... why does that name sound familiar?” He questioned, feigning curiosity.

“She's the one that gave me the book that made the two of you.” You explained bitterly.

“Oh, she is? I'm gonna have write her a thank you card,” he winked. “But why exactly do you need to talk to her?”

“You two... I want you gone.” You admitted.

His face dropped, “What?”

You stepped up to Colby, getting in his face. “Aren't you tired of fucking around with me? Coming and going as you please? Why am I not allowed a normal life with a normal guy?!”

The lights flickered in the bathroom, Colby's eyes turning black for a split second, his horns visible. You shuttered, pressing yourself against the counter. The lights stopped flickering, and Colby was back to normal.

He cleared his throat, loosening his tie a bit. “Because... you're ours. You belong to us.”

“Fuck you.” You spat.

“You have... multiple times,” Colby pointed out in a snarky tone. “Even last year around this time, too.”

“Last Halloween?” You thought back, and a bunch of images started popping into your mind. Sam snapped Colby's neck but was also somehow terrorizing trick-or-treaters. Colby took control of your body but was also somehow dead while you and Sam fucked in your kitchen. It was all very confusing and didn't make quite sense.

“Wait, how the hell did you both fuck me and simultaneously not?” You puzzled, aggravated.

“I guess it just depends on what you picked.” Colby smirked, “Right, reader?”

“What are you talking about?” You replied.

“Don't worry about it.” He leaned against the counter next to you, “Back to what you were saying though. So, you want a normal guy so you can live a normal life... why? Isn't it more exciting to get fucked by a demon and a vampire?”

“Yeah, but there's more to life than sex.” You argued.

He feigned shock, “Take that back.”

You jeered, “You're extra fucking annoying, you know that?”

“And you clearly need the brattiness fucked out of you. But for some reason you don't want me or Sam to do it. Why? Did you have someone else in mind?” He took a couple steps, facing you again, “Like, say... Brian.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “How do you-“

He interjected. “I'm a demon. I know a lot of things. Not to mention I saw him and you eye-fucking each other by the bar. You're lucky I saw it and not Sam. Because Brian would be drained dry by now. Still probably will be.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, fine. I was eye-fucking Brian. And why am I not allowed to? Yall have been gone for months.”

“But you've been putting that toy of yours to such good use,” Colby taunted.

“You're an asshole.” You shot back.

“Thank you. I appreciate the love,” he smiled genuinely. “But I gotta ask, do you really think a man named 'Brian' can make you come like we can? Be honest with yourself on that.”

“That's not the only reason I want him,” you responded sassily. “Plus, he could be really good at sex.”

“Okay then. Let's find out.” Colby stomped over to the door, yelling out, "Brian! Get in here!"

You furrowed your brow, confused as to what Colby had up his sleeve. What the hell was he bringing Brian in here for?

Brian stepped in, glancing between the two of you. He had a dazed look on his face, clearly entranced.

“Colby, don-“ You started.

He cut you off again, “Look, princess. You wanted to know if he's a good fuck. So, I'm giving you the chance to find out. See what a normal fucking will bring to your life.”

“You can't force him to fuck me!” You fumed.

“I mean, I definitely could, but I'm not going to.” He turned to Brian, patting his shoulder, “Brian, my guy, do you want to fuck Y/N?”

Brian nodded. “Yes.”

“That's why you were buying her drinks tonight, right?” Colby asked.

“Yeah.” Brian’s voice was dull, almost like there were no thoughts behind his eyes.

“Such an honest man,” Colby commented. “Do you find her attractive?”

“Of course.” Brian agreed.

“Would you sleep with her if she said yes?” He continued.

Brian blinked, “Yes.”

Colby looked at you, “There we go. Happy?”

“I'm not fucking him in here, or in front of you.” You retorted, leaning back against the counter.

“Don't you want to prove me wrong? Don't you want to wipe the smug look off my face when he makes you come with his tongue? Or his totally, not average sized, dick?” Colby stepped up to you, his voice low, “The moment I walked in here, you got wet.”

A rush of blood came to your cheeks, your breath hitching.

“No amount of blushing can hide that deep down, you're a slut that wants to be fucked - pretty much - anywhere. And you're only giving me lip because we left you cold and alone for a couple months. I'm sorry about that. I truly wished I listened to your pleads...” he leaned in, kissing your cheek. “And cries...” he moved to the other cheek, giving it a quick kiss. “And screams,” he kissed your forehead gently. “Begging me to come fuck you. But absence makes the heart grow fonder. And this, right here, is my apology to you.”

You stood still, unsure what to do. Part of you did want to fuck Brian, just because you did find him hot. But with Colby standing next to him... it was no contest.

“Here. I'll sweeten the deal,” Colby offered. “If he makes you come, we'll leave. Forever.”

You froze, “Really?”

“No, probably not. The whole magical book kinda forbids that. But we will leave here, and you and Brian can go on your merry way and you two can go have beautifully... vanilla, sex.” He smiled dryly.

“Lucky for Brian, I'm already wet.” You quipped, glaring.

“Perfect. Brian, give the lady what she wants.” He gasped, “Ooh, can I choose what he does? Pleaseeeee?”

You blinked, giving the slightest nod.

“You are so generous.” Colby spun to him, “Brian, do you want to eat her out?”

“I would... but I don't do that.” Brian spoke monotone.

Colby’s face dropped, almost mimicking yours. “You don't give head? Sloppy toppy? None of that?”

“No.” Brian replied.

“This is the man you want, huh? Absolute loser,” Colby pointed at him, rolling his eyes. “Well, Brian, now you do. So, go crazy.”

Brian turned to you, a lustful look overcoming him. He dropped to his knees, crawling towards you. Your heart raced, watching his every move. His hands wrapped around your ankle, slowly kissing up your leg gently. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, your head falling back a bit.

Colby leaned against the wall, studying you. His face was blank, almost uninterested. You glared at him, trying to ignore his presence. He smiled, giving a little wave.

Brian nibbled on your inner thigh, his fingers stroking up and down the center of your underwear. He brushed against your clit, your knees almost buckling.

“You're wet, Y/N.” Brian hummed in awe.

“Yeah, that's what happens when you turn a woman on.” He leaned in, whispering to you, “Is he new around here or...?”

“Shut up, Colby!” You groaned. “Keep going Brian, please. I need you.”

“Don't take it too personally, Brian. She says that to everyone. Especially me.” Colby grinned.

“Drop dead.” You hissed.

He remarked, “I'm not really alive so...”

Brian pulled down your underwear, letting them fall down your legs and to the floor. The cool air hit your hot sex, making your body tense up. Brian leaned in, his mouth connecting with your clit.

You closed your eyes tightly, allowing the sensation of his tongue to arouse you more. It was a slow build, that was for sure. Nothing like Sam and Colby and the way they did things. But it was still nice.

But maybe not what you needed.

You placed your hand on the back of Brian's head, pushing him more into your heat. He grunted, the vibrations feeling fantastic against your clit. You amped up your moans, hoping it was believable to Colby.

He yawned, gazing at you bored. You shook your head, deciding to ignore Colby. You were determined to come, to make them leave. But Brian was not helping you, which was upsetting.

“Brian, baby... go a little faster please.” You begged, annoyed.

He nodded, moving his tongue hastily. You could feel the pleasure build more, but it was still a long way away from being close to an orgasm. He slid a finger in, pumping in and out sloppily. You groaned, feeling even less turned on suddenly.

“I guess I know why you don't give head.” Colby swatted at Brian, “Move.”

Your eyes widened, “What? No! Brian, st-”

“I know you want to come so we leave, but that ain't gonna happen with Brian over here.” Colby mentioned.

"Well, maybe he could fuck me!" You argued, gesturing to his dick.

“But I'm not hard.” Brian stated.

Colby raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Eating pussy isn't really a turn on for me.” Brian informed.

“God, Y/N, you really know how to pick them.” Colby pulled him up by his arm, smiling sinisterly. “Brian, why don't you leave and go find Sam? I think he can teach you a valuable lesson on what happens to men that don't please their women.”

Brian turned and left, not saying another word. You huffed, glaring harshly at Colby. “Your little glares aren't going to do anything to me, sweetheart. If anything, they just make me hard.”

Colby's hand slid down and cupped your sex, palming your clit gingerly. You gasped, back arching as you pressed yourself against the counter. Colby barricaded you in, his hand beginning to make small circles on your clit.

“This is how a man fucks a woman like you.” He uttered, staring at you intensely.

“But you're not eating me out.” You challenged.

Colby cocked his head. “If you wanted my tongue, you could have just asked.”

You suddenly felt a tongue licking at your entrance, your body shuttering in ecstasy. “Fuck, h-how-?”

"Did you forget I have abilities? Is it because the horns aren't here?" The lights flickered, and when they turned back on, his horns were out. “How about now? Do you remember what I am now?”

"Yeaahhh, I remember." You whined, your head falling back in pleasure.

“You are so sexy when you get close to coming. God, it makes me hard just thinking about it.” Colby pushed his clothed, growing dick against your thigh, “Do you feel me?”

You nodded mindlessly, your hands gripping his forearms.

“Princess?” He asked innocently.

“Uh-huh?" You murmured.

“I think that's enough for you." All the sensations stopped, Colby pulling away from you.

“Wha-? No. No! Colby, please.” You grumbled.

He asserted, “It's time for you to be punished.”  

“What did I do?” You questioned, your mouth a gape.

"I'm sorry, was Brian that forgetful or do you like playing dumb?" Colby spun you around, making you face the mirror. He rolled your dress up a bit, pressing his bulge against your bare ass. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm gonna start fucking you, and you have to remain quiet. Just like you were with Brian."

You lowered your voice, “Why do I have to be silent?”

“Because otherwise, you'll get caught.” He whispered cheekily.

The door busted open, and a gaggle of women came in, chit chatting like there wasn't a demon about to fuck you right against the sink.

You gulped; your voice even quieter. “What the fuck, Colby?!”

"Don't worry, princess. If you remain silent, they won't see you. But once you make a single noise, they'll know. They'll know that you are a dirty slut that likes to get fucked in the bathroom. That you're so desperate for dick that you'd let a demon fuck you. And a vampire." He tsked sassily, "Double greedy."

Colby unbuttoned his pants, giving your ass a slap as his cock sprang free. You bit your lip, holding back a gasp.

"You ready for me, baby?" He lined himself up with your entrance, sliding along your lips. Then finally, he glided his cock in.

You trembled from the sensations, direly wanting to moan along with him. But you didn't want to get caught. Being fucked while others were around, whether they could see you or not, was embarrassing enough.

But also incredibly thrilling.

Colby thrusted deeply, his cock hitting the right spot over and over again. You felt overwhelmed, but in the best way. Your body already felt like it was building rapidly, your legs shaking under your weight. You felt like your skin was on fire, burning against the cool air.

A lady walked up to the sink next to you, washing her hands and looking at herself in the mirror. You shuttered out a breath, Colby picking up his pace.

“Don't look at her, Y/N. Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch yourself get fucked.” He commanded breathlessly.

You turned your head, staring straight. He smirked at you in the mirror, keeping his pace the same while lazily pulling off his tie.

"This is what you deserve, sweetheart. You're such a slut for me." He yanked your hands behind your back, tying them easily with his tie. He gripped your connected hands, bucking his hips harder and faster now.

Your body buzzed erotically, your hips gyrating in time with Colby's. You could feel your edge building; all you had to do was stay quiet.

Colby slid one hand down between your legs, finding your swollen clit instantly. He rubbed it faster than his thrusts, causing your whole body to jolt. You sucked in a harsh breath, knowing you shouldn't have. But God... the sensation was too much for you to stay quiet.

The women in the bathroom looked around, confused.

"Baby, do you want to get caught or something? Because you are being awfully loud. Maybe you need something in your mouth to quiet you down." He snaked his other hand up towards your face, his two fingers rubbing along your lips. You parted your mouth, allowing his fingers inside.

He cursed, “That's fucking it baby. Be a good girl and suck them for me.”

You sucked his fingers like your life depended on it. He finger-fucked your mouth in time with his dick, both speeding up as the minutes passed. You could feel yourself getting close, knowing that your orgasm was imminent.

“It's been too long since the last time you sucked my cock.” He chuckled darkly, “Maybe later you do that for me. Wouldn't you want that, princess?”

You nodded desperately, bucking your hips wildly against his cock and hands. You were about to explode, your edge hitting its peak. This is all you wanted for the last couple months: to be fucked hard and well. And that's what Colby was doing.

“You almost ready to come? Build up baby. Suck my fingers dry. Suck them like you would my dick.” You took his fingers deeper, gagging around them. You pumped yourself on his cock, whimpering. "There you go, baby. What a good girl." Colby leaned in, his horns grazing your cheek as he uttered, "My good girl... Come for me."

Your body spasmed around Colby's cock, bouncing on it helplessly. You moaned loudly around his fingers, not caring if anyone heard. You had been so focused on staring in the mirror at yourself getting fucked that didn't see that you and Colby were all alone in the bathroom once more. His eyes bore at you in the mirror, flashing to black.

Relaxing your hips, his cock pulled out of you for a moment, letting you relax. You felt your juices run down your inner thigh, your body still running high. You leaned down, placing your head against the counter as you took some deep breaths.

“Hi there, baby girl. “A familiar voice came from behind you, but it wasn't Colby's. You looked up quickly, Sam now behind you, and Colby was nowhere to be seen. Sam waved back at you in the mirror, smirking. "You ready for me now?"

“W-Where is Colby?” You stuttered, your pussy twitching at the thought of Sam's hard cock.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about him. He'll be back soon enough." Sam traced a finger along your sex, gasping. "God baby, you are so wet. Completely soaking yourself."

He took his finger into his mouth, tasting you. "Fuck, I missed that."

Your mouth hung open, watching him through lustful eyes. His hand snaked around to the front of your body, grabbing your neck firmly. He pulled you flush against his partially exposed body, his cock hard against your ass. "We give you everything you could ask for, and you still wanted someone like Brian? How pathetic."

He forced your head to look at yourself in the mirror, "You are a desperate slut just begging to be fucked. But we're the only ones that can make you feel this good."

Sam slammed his hips into yours, his cock taking you deeply. You grunted loudly, eyes rolling back into your head. He took advantage of your still tied up hands, holding them tightly. His other hand raced up your back, lowering you down to the sink. He placed you flat against the counter, fucking you harshly. You shook with each of his thrusts, mewling at every in and out.

“You think you get to choose who fucks you now? You think you can move on from us?” He fumed, his cocking hitting your spot repeatedly.

You panted, “Noooo.”

“There is no one other than us. Let me make that abundantly clear: you're ours.” Sam's fangs sunk into your skin, your eyes widening. He continued to bite you all over, barely drawing any blood, but marking you; letting everyone know you were taken.

Your second orgasm was close. You needed this second one badly, itching to come sooner rather than later. You could feel how desperate and hot and slutty it was turning you.

“Baby girl, do you deserve to come? Have you been good?” Sam questioned.

You nodded, your whole body shaking, “Yessss. Yes I have. Please Sam! Please!”

He pulled you up again, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing tightly. “Ride my dick, baby. Make yourself come on my dick.”

You uncontrollably bucked your hips, whining on his cock. His hold on your neck tightened just enough, making it hard to breath and your vision blurring. The lack of oxygen made your orgasm hit twice as hard. You soaked his member, moving mindlessly on it until you finally finished. Your legs gave out a bit, Sam catching you. He snickered, his red eyes taking you in through the mirror.

The doors to the bathroom busted open again, a random lady coming in. She turned and looked at the two of you, not even acknowledging what she had to be seeing. "Y/N, you need to come out there quick."

You were taken aback by this woman, unsure of who she was or what the hell she wanted you for. "W-what are you talking about?" You rushed, shimmying your dress down, trying to cover yourself back up.

“They're calling your name. You won an award!” She exclaimed, leaving the bathroom happily.

You furrowed your brow, turning to Sam. But he was gone. Those powers of their really do come in handy for moments like these.

You shuffled out of the bathroom, even more confused as you glanced around at everyone from your company. They were all looking at you, smiling brightly and being congratulatory. You walked towards the stage, the people directing you, and as you got closer, you saw Sam and Colby on it, holding a plaque of some sort.

Sam pulled you on stage, kissing your cheek sweetly. Colby handed you the award, shaking your hand dramatically. You took the award in your hand, turning it to see what it said.

“Give it up for Y/N everyone. The biggest slut of the year!” Sam yelled into the microphone. “Congratulations baby, you deserve it.”  

You gawked at Sam and Colby, the reality of what they did hitting you. You threw the award on the ground, glaring at them harshly.

“Hey now, we worked really hard on that.” Sam pouted.

“Fuck you, how dare you make me a fool in front of everyone!” You ranted, getting in their faces.

"Princess, no one is gonna remember this. And luckily, no one will remember this either." Colby smiled devilishly.

Sam and Colby grabbed at your dress, tearing it off your body like it was made of cheap fabric. The crowd cheered, your body heating up immediately as you were suddenly naked in front of everyone.

“Now, don't argue with us, plaything. You can bitch and moan all you want to but being fucked in front of everyone... turns you on.” Colby wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear, “No matter how much you want to deny it, you can't deny how drenched you are right now.”

Your body quivered as Colby's fingers slipped easily into your cunt. You fell back against him; his suddenly naked body cool against your hot skin. Sam sauntered up to you, rubbing his hands up and down your torso. His hands kneaded your breasts, nipples aching to be touched.

Sam laughed, “Look at her, Colby. She can't even argue with us. She knows that we're right. She is the biggest slut of the year. She's our slut, our toy, our plaything. Ours. Forever.”

The room erupted in applause, some even screaming out your name.

“Let's give them a show, princess,” Colby gestured to the eager crowd. Let the people see the real slut you are. Isn’t that what you want? To be fucked in front of everyone.”

You couldn't think anymore. Every sensation was overpowering your thoughts. You knew deep down that Sam and Colby were right, and all you could think of was how badly you wanted to come again.

You nodded feverishly, your hands automatically pawing at both of their bodies. The air around you changed once you said yes, your body being positioned graphically. Forced down onto your knees, Colby stood in front of you, while Sam was behind you.

“Aww, baby. Look, it's your favorite positions: on your hands and knees, getting railed by us.” Sam jested playfully.

Your sex throbbed, direly needing them inside of you. You whined, looking up at Colby. “Please, just fuck me. No more teasing.”

Colby stared into your eyes, jerking himself off right in front of your face. “You want this, huh? You want me in your mouth. Say it.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I want you in my mouth.”

“And what about me, toy?” Sam slapped your ass, making you look back at him.

“Fuck, I need it. I need the both of you so bad!” You cried, grinding your hips back against Sam.

Hoots and hollers sounded off around the room. You glanced at the crowd, their hungry eyes taking your desperate form in.

“Fine then, since you asked so nicely,” Colby cupped your face, turning your head back to his cock. The tip pushed against your mouth, sliding in easily. He moaned lowly, almost animalistically. Sam teased his cock along your entrance, slipping in effortlessly.

Once they were in you, you sighed deeply. It felt so good to be surrounded by Sam and Colby, to be filled by them. They had you right where they wanted you, and you loved every second of it.

And the crowd seemed to love it even more.

They started off slow, taking their time to build your pleasure up. There was nothing else on your mind. All you could think about was their cock and how much you wanted them to come deep inside of you.

Colby gaped, “Oh princess, you have the filthiest mind. Maybe even dirtier than ours.”

“That's why she's our slut. We are just innocent people being used by this whore of a woman,” Sam shuttered, lulling his head back as he fucked you. “And God, I love every second of it.”

“I could fuck this mouth for hours. How does that sound, sweetheart? You love that idea, don't you?” Colby breathed, biting his lip, staring down at you.

You nodded enthusiastically, taking his shaft deeper. He grunted, hips twitching. His hand rested on your head lightly, pulling your hair softly. His grip tightened, causing you to gag around him.

Sam cursed, “Fuuuuck, she clenched around me when gagged. Keep doing that, baby girl. That felt so good.”

“Y/N, how can you get all of this, all of us, and still want something else? Especially Brian. What a fucking loser.” Colby groaned, disgusted.

Sam agreed, grimacing. “Dude didn't even know how to eat pussy. He didn't even like eating pussy.”

The crowd booed, screaming expletives at the sound of Brian's name.

“See, everyone knows that Brian sucks. How could you ever settle for something like that when you have the best right here?” Sam inquired. “Two men willing to do anything to make you come.”

"Let me make this perfectly clear, darling," Colby pulled himself out of you, raising you up so you were eye level with him. He held your face firmly, his voice low and calm. “While I'm never the type to get jealous, and watching you get eaten out by that joke of a man was entertaining and kinda sexy, let me be honest with you.”

His face dropped, his eyes darkening with each word. "If you ever go after another man again, I will personally make sure to rip his heart out in front of you, and then I’ll breed your cunt so deeply you will feel me for days. Because there is no one else for you, princess. Just. Us. Forever. That means for eternity, you are ours. You are mine."

Sam yanked your hair, pulling you out of Colby's grip for a moment. He grunted harshly, "That goes for me too, baby girl. If you ever even breathe near another man again, I might have to drain your sexy little body dry and turn you into our immortal plaything for forever. And don't think for a second I'm bluffing."

Colby took you by the neck, pulling you back towards him, choking you lightly. All the while, Sam was still fucking you. "There is no escaping us, Y/N. We will never let you go. No matter what you do for the rest of your life, we will always be there, in the shadows, watching. We own you. And nothing will change that."

His face relaxed, going back into his casual, smug look. "So... in the meantime, enjoy yourself, princess. And open your mouth again."

He pushed you down, his cock still hard and leaking, ready to fuck your mouth. Their words sank deeply into your mind, arousing and frightening you all at the same time.

Colby thrusted himself back in, gagging you. “There you go, baby. But now, I think it's time we give the people what they want. Right, everybody?!”

The room screamed in approval, lustful energy shooting through you from the sound. Suddenly, Sam and Colby began fucking you passionately, the sheer brutal force alone bouncing you back and forth on their cocks. You whined around them, feeling yourself get lost in the feeling of being their toy.

Sam groaned a breathy sound, “God, you're basically just a fleshlight, Y/N. Don't you love being used by us?”

“You know she does, Sam. Just a set of holes for us to use.” Colby’s voice was husky and low, “God, her mouth feels incredible.”

“She's so pathetic, really. She squeezed around me so tightly when we called her names. Maybe we should do that more often.” Sam taunted.

“Of course. There are so many more names we could come up with for her. But right now, all I'm concerned about is coming down her throat and fucking her until she chokes.” Colby's hips sped up as he face-fucked you. You didn't even have time to react, your jaw becoming slack and just allowing him to take over and use it like a toy. Tears welled up and rolled down your cheeks and drool dribbled down your chin from his harsh actions.

Sam's hand went between your bodies, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. Your thighs shook from the feeling, the pleasure overwhelming.

“You're so close, aren't you, princess?” Colby panted.

Sam chimed in; his voice depraved. “Build up for us. Come with us, baby girl.”

They pounded into you in unison, almost taking the breath out of you with each thrust. The room began getting louder, chants of "Come for us" came from the crowd, building up in time with your orgasm.

Every part of this was spectacular and you couldn't get enough.

Your breathing hitched as your orgasm hit the edge, ready to fall over once they said you could. Sam and Colby kept going, kept using you, until they were ready. You begged them to let you come, your pleas muffled by Colby’s cock. Both thrusted with abandonment, needing to come just as badly as you.

Colby grunted, pulling your hair, “Fuck, fuck! Y/N, come! Come for us now!”

“Do it baby! That's fucking it, YES!” Sam growled, his fingers bruising your hips as he held them tightly.

All three of you exploded in euphoric pleasure, bellowing out in ecstasy. The crowd roared as Sam and Colby filled you up with their cum. You released around Sam's cock, soaking him. You swallowed as much of Colby's cum as you could, gagging as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly until finally slowing his hips down. Sam slammed inside of you once more, grunting out a strained cry. Your body was spent, exhausted from being fucked so many times. You felt yourself black out, unable to stay awake a moment longer.

When you came to, you were in your hotel room, inside the same hotel the event had taken place at. You felt sore everywhere, knowing that wasn’t a dream. You sighed happily, snuggling into bed. You noticed a note on the side of your pillow. You picked it up, reading it quickly.

Ours.

- Sam and Colby

<< Part 3B || Part 5 >>

[makotafi]

Late nights

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It was late at night when you heard the familiar creak of the door to your shop. The soft rustle of footsteps followed, accompanied by a sigh. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Julian let out another heavy breath as he stepped into the dimly lit room, his silhouette barely visible in the soft glow of the candles iluminating the shop . He froze when he noticed you standing by the counter, arms crossed.

"O... oh? Darling, whaaaaat are you doing up this late?" Julian stammered, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and guilt. He averted his gaze, clearly flustered.

"I should be the one asking that," you replied, arching an eyebrow. "You're late, Julian."

"Darling, dear, I'm always late," he chuckled, trying to play it off as he hung his coat on the nearest hook.

"Julian..." you sighed deeply, the disappointment evident in your tone.

"Okay, okay," Julian admitted, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Maybe I’m later than usual, but only because we had so many people at the clinic tonight. It’s been.... hectic ya know ?."

You softened slightly but kept your stern gaze. "Julian, we’ve talked about this. You’re working yourself too hard!"

He looked at you, his usual mischievous glint now replaced with guilt "I know, dear, but it’s hard to say no when people need help."

You sight stepping closer, gently taking his hand in yours. "I’m not mad, Julian. I’m just worried about you. You can’t ...haah...you can't keep running yourself into the ground like this."

Julian seemed to melt at your touch, his tension easing as he intertwined his golved fingers with yours. "I’m sorry, love. I don’t mean to worry you. I just... I guess I don’t know how to stop."

"How about this," you suggested, squeezing his hand gently. "Take a break tomorrow. We can make it a date, just the two of us.Please?"

A tired but genuine smile spread across Julian’s face. "I... haha, you know I can’t say no to you. But can we go to bed now? I am positively exhausted."

"Only after you take a shower," you teased, scrunching your nose. "You stink, Julian."

"Aww, but I thought you liked me in all my stinky, grimy glory," Julian protested, dramatically draping himself over you.

"Julian!" you laughed, struggling to keep the both of you from tumbling over. "Go take a shower, damn it!"

"Fiiiine," he groaned after a moment, dragging out the word as he stood up. "But you’re coming with me."

"Wha-" before you could protest, Julian swiftly scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the small washroom at the back of the shop.

"Julian!" you squealed, half-laughing, half-protesting as he carried you effortlessly. "Put me down! You’re going to hurt yourself silly !"

"Not a chance," he grinned, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he carried you through the door. "Besides, I need someone to scrub my back."

He finally set you down inside the washroom, the sound of the water beginning to run as he prepared the shower. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, so disheveled yet still managing to look like the most beautiful person in the world ,the way way his hair draps perfectlyover his face ,the way his shirt draps perfectly over his paper white skin .

"You’re impossible," you muttered fondly, watching as he began to strip off his grimy clothes.

"And you love me for it," Julian shot back with a wink.

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Idk how to write a shower scene lol but if yall want I can make a part 2 [after I research how to write a shower scene cus tehe <:3]

ALSO THIS I MY FIRST TIME WRITING READER X CHARACTER sooo criticism is welcome! >:3 [be nice or I'll cry jk jk ]

Also !!! Smol thanks to @wxnderdream and @blueblobbing for encouraging me to post this tehe 👉👈 [sending yall virtual kisses]

Oki I've rambled enough lol ama go sob in the corner for being cringe

[thelongestway]

Very-very tired for many reasons, but I made it with a very rough draft of the next chapter, ahaha. :P (Do not write near 4000 words in one sitting and stop on a tricky moment, that will block you!)

Very rough because I am very sleepy, will see about editing etc tomorrow.

Edit: Well, it took two days, but I basically added another half-chapter here in the beginning, and will need to quit fiddling with this by now - I'm growing pretty blind to the damn thing! I think I'll leave this one for the edits afterwards and move on.

Chapter 30: Preparations

Preparing for the war game was sort of like preparing for the hacker's game, except I wouldn't have ART with me, and I didn't have the option of just waiting out the opposition until they gave up. (Though letting the humans wear themselves out and then just walking past them would probably have made for a really effective tactic. But we were on a time limit.)

Instead, I waited for the humans to finish their preparations and answered the occasional polite tap from Dandelion, who was helping Aspen weave my outputs into their simulation system and wanted me to test if something was working or not. (Dandelion probably didn't need to help them. She did anyway.)

Aspen was standing next to me, hands folded on their chest, looking at the entrance to their old body and lost in thought. When they noticed my drone pausing next to them, they looked up and gave it a quizzical glance.

"Is everyone in your family out of the simulation area?" I asked.

"Yes, all out safely. Which wasn't hard--it's not like anyone's home much during a Meet anyway. But we'll need to make sure people aren't underfoot during the actual transfer, so this is good practice."

"Yeah. A hostage situation is the last thing this scenario needs."

They nodded. "It's a lot harder for four people to attack a massive gathering watched over by a station than just take someone isolated in their quarters. We can't link Note in to keep track of everyone with main systems down. But they can keep watch over a specific area."

We waited. I stood still (there weren't any chairs in the access corridor we were in), and Aspen paced--two steps forward, two steps back. Then they stopped in front of the old Courageous' wall and leaned back on it, frowning and looking up. Like they were talking to themselves.

"It sucks, though," they finally said, familiar bitterness in their voice. "This entire thing. I wish this wasn't how I had to say goodbye to them."

"What do you mean? Your cluster isn't coming with you?"

"They can't come. You'd be surprised how small of a cutting and stimulus you need to regrow the same synnerve patterns. I know my cluster too well. Having them with me would defeat the entire point of trying to retrain me on a whole new synnerve system."

I had a brief mental image of ART having to leave its humans behind if it wanted to be a station. (For some reason. I backburnered the thought too quickly to figure out exactly what reason.)

"How long is that going to take?"

"It's anyone's guess at this point. But we're looking at months or years. Maybe decades," they looked away, chewing on their lip. I wasn't monitoring their performance reliability or emotional instability or whatever, but I could bet it took a hit.

Stop borrowing grief from the future, Aspen, Dandelion said matter-of-factly, sending us her latest piece of code, designed to register fake outputs from my energy weapons.

"That's my entire job," they grumbled as they double-checked the code and implemented it on their end.

Dandelion retorted: No, your entire job right now is to get through the transfer intact. The rest is for others to handle.

Aspen snorted quietly, but I could see them smiling again as they refocused on their work. (They were also working on their own code, which Dandelion checked.) Both ships didn't talk much about it. They just sent each other snippets, picking up where the other left off seamlessly.

(Seeing them work together like that gave me a weird emotion. I backburnered it before I accidentally started bothering Aspen about it.)

Instead, I implemented my part, then tapped Dandelion's feed. Threat assessment on the transfer? Not on the security end, on the medical end.

It's complicated, she replied. Aspen being the first experimental node ship has made their synnerve system very convoluted, and trying to prune it without damaging them isn't an easy task. We're probably not going to lose them, but quality of life outcomes are variable.

Are you worried?

Dandelion sent me a snapshot of her performance reliability. It was hovering at the 95% mark.

No, she said. But I will be busy during the transfer, Note will have their processes full with two stations' worth of critical operations and all of the humans, and Blaze has space-side monitoring. With respect to your part of the job, the security teams will have to pull through on their own.

Then we'd better start practicing, I said.

She gave me a grateful tap, neatly caught the piece of code Aspen sent back to her, and implemented it.

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Nike's and Aspen's humans were better at this than I thought humans who only had tactical simulation experience would be. They managed to get a few hits on me in the first scenario, where I infiltrated the Courageous as quietly as possible, and in the second scenario, where I imitated standard corporate tactics, they actually took me down. But that was after I killed 27 out of 36 human defenders, which was not what they were expecting either. Hiram and Basil (Nike's and Aspen's respective security chiefs, and jointly in charge of the simulation and upcoming defense) looked pretty rattled afterwards, but they really were a lot like my Preservation humans, which meant that despite being rattled, they immediately began updating their plans for the defense.

Their plans didn't involve me.

Tell them you're available for a contract, ART said second thing after it finally tapped my feed.

(First thing it did was send me a record of the ships' discussions, with commentary. It was weird. Looking at Dandelion, Aspen and Note in comparison to Nike and Blaze was sort of like looking at my Preservation humans in comparison to other Preservation humans, the ones who'd never encountered the Rim directly before. Except they were all ships like ART.)

They know that.

ART sent me one of its versions of the eyeroll emoji. (This one had five eyes).

I have had ample time to observe Aspen's humans. They will not engage a member of another node ship's crew of their own initiative.

It would be pretty rude to do that, yeah, Aspen said somewhere to my side, and I nearly jumped. I knew they hadn't just snuck up on me to sit on an overturned crate which their humans had used as part of a barricade, leaning forward a little, but try telling my fucking organics that! But I can inform them myself, provided you're interested?

Hiram and Basil both saw my face change and looked where my drones went. (Right now they looked like they were hovering over a random crate.)

"I'm just talking to Aspen," I said, "You can keep asking questions."

"You can do that at the same time?" Hiram said, looking surprised.

"And watch media. And code. And fight. And other things, too." I executed a little complicated maneuver with my drones at the same time as I tapped their handheld communicators.

To Aspen, I said: I can tell them. We're already talking anyway. Also, you didn't answer me during the referee call: why the fuck do you have carbon monoxide in your fucking ventilation systems?

Because the Courageous did, which was really fucking creepy. I mean, any ship AI could kill people if it wanted, but this wasn't ART's repurposed pathfinders. Carbon monoxide wired into the ventilation was a weapon that couldn't be used for anything except killing people.

Early corporate failsafe, Aspen said, shrugging. Antarctica wanted a way to kill the colonists if their plans didn't pan out. We repurposed the infrastructure later, but it was easy enough to put the weapons back now that we need them.

And your family doesn't mind?

Aspen's face twisted, and they folded their hands, looking guarded. They suggested it.

"Hell and high water," Hiram said, exchanging looks with Basil. "Nike said you were a node ship in human form, but I don't think I realized until now just how true that was."

"Even when I kicked your asses?"

"We have no real combat experience," Basil said. "You do. We expected to get our asses kicked at least a little, just not quite so thoroughly."

"You have better threat assessments than your ships," I said, and ART sent me a clip of Nike's outraged Hey! in the feed.

(To my left, Aspen gave a short laugh and said, Nobody who gets far enough to be a node ship ever has good threat assessments.)

(I agreed.)

"Let's hope they've improved enough to help us against our hostiles. They may not be little nodes, but they do have combat experience," Hiram said. "Thank you for the games, SecUnit. We'll make good use of the lessons."

He offered me a hand again.

I said, "I don't touch people unless I need to rescue them."

"Ah. I apologize," Hiram withdrew his hand. "Then thank you again, and do not let us keep you."

"Wait."

"Yes?"

"I'm available for further collaboration. And for the day of the transfer."

Basil and Hiram exchanged looks. Basil said, "Really? You're not busy with your clusters?" (Ke sounded surprised. Not in a "fuck off" way, but genuinely surprised.)

"Yes, I'm part of ART's crew. No, that doesn't mean I don't want to help defend the station. My humans are all going to be here during the transfer. The earlier the hostiles are neutralized, the safer they'll be."

"Well, then. Welcome on board, SecUnit," Hiram said, nodding, and his tone suddenly became a lot less formal. "We've got plans to discuss. D'you eat?"

"No."

"Mind if we do?"

"No."

"Then c'mon," Hiram turned and waved for me to follow him. "The Courageous cluster promised us dinner. Let's go get what food they left for us, settle into a spot and have ourselves a chat."

After about an hour of conversation in one of the Courageous' lounges and some literal napkin planning (with Aspen, Nike and ART providing occasional commentary through the speakers), I finally had a role in the Trellians' plan.

Both Nike and Aspen's security team agreed that the hostiles must want one of the hearts. ("Makes no sense otherwise," Tabby--Nike's hacker who'd killed her team by shutting down my grenade drone--said, "Caldera figured out the ships' intelligence pretty early, it figures they'd want in on it. And without the heart, the old Courageous is a bunch of scrap metal--no offense, Aspen!"

"None taken," Aspen said through their speakers. Their illusion spoke the words, too, and looked like they meant it.)

Note's security would be handling most of the civilians at the festival (where no one really expected any trouble, but Hiram sort of hoped the festival would keep civilians busy enough not to accidentally run into the corporate team), while Nike and Aspen's security would be handling the respective hearts. Hiram and Basil both thought there was also a chance that the Calderan team might go for Nike as the ship with newer neural architecture, and then the old Courageous was either a distraction or a mistake on the hostile's part. The old Courageous would still be empty, since Aspen's cluster had a role to play in the ceremony, same as Nike's cluster. Only the specialist cluster members would be doing the transfer, and they would be guarded at all times.

"If the target is Aspen, then we think the most probable moment of attack won't be on the Courageous' center, but at one of the corridor junctions, so the heart pod is already loaded and ready to move, and also close to Magma. That's the point we'll be monitoring the most heavily, and our teams will also be moving along with the hearts," Basil said. "But just in case, we've transferred most of the sensitive data off the old Courageous' systems. If Caldera miscalculates, all they will find is an empty old ship."

This didn't look too bad. Getting their house hit would suck for Aspen's family, but nobody would be dead.

Hiram said, "Considering your sheer speed and firepower, SecUnit, we want you to be our first response team if we've misread Caldera and they wind up hitting something we haven't considered--or the reinforcements to any team to make enemy contact. We'd like you to do as much monitoring as you can, and if a priority threat makes itself known, to go in and neutralize it. To that end, I think we'd be stationing you near the civilans, with Note. That's easy access to the Courageous' main body, which can work as a tunnel through half the station and is one of the priority targets, and only slightly harder access to Nike's new station."

"Who do I respond to?"

"Not respond, coordinate," Basil said, "You're basically Perihelion's chief of security, right? We'll treat you as one. You have autonomy in your sphere, but if one of us two--plus Note's chief--sends you a stand down code, you do. Conversely, you can send us a stand down code, and we'll do that, too."

"Or at least reassess. No guarantee that anyone will be be standing down until the end of the situation, but it will give the others a heads-up something isn't right," Hiram added. "Sound like a plan?"

ART's chief of security. I liked that. (I wondered what Senior Indah would have thought of me being treated like a security chief.)

"Yeah." I said. "Let's do that."

[imtotalnothingness]

This whole situation with bad is all so bittersweet... Like, on one hand we get really cool lore and we get to see more of Bad hanging out with more of the eggs. But on the other hand, it's like, at what cost. We could have all those things with out the reset, and all the angst that's coming with it. All the eggs that know Bad so well, and Bad putting all the time and devotion into building that trust and getting to know them better just thrown out the window. It's sad to think about.

And another thing, people are just barely thinking about ways to help Bad, like moving closer to help out more, or trying to find a cure, and shit like that. But still, too little too late. He's been like this for a LONG time, at some point things are just unfixable. And I know people were trying to help Bad earlier on, but it wasn't, and still isn't, really far up on the to-do list for anyone.

I can already see people logging on after the reset and running into Bad and having to have the conversation, and basically having to re-introduce themselves to him.

But one thing I have questions about is how far back will it send him? Will he be sent back to the first thing that could be called the first mistake, or when his life first started falling apart. Or will it send him back further. Will he remember Foolish, or Phill, or any of the others from the dsmp. Or will he forget everyone entirely.

Also just gonna put general ideas of how people might react to Bad's reset depending on how far back he gets sent, cause I need a break from writing about this angsty lore :)

could imagine Foolish running into Bad, or meeting up with him and it gong something like this. (This is if his memory got ripped back to when his life started falling to pieces, so he still remember most of the islanders and eggs) I could imagine Foolish noticing something off about Bad and going like 'what the fuck happened to you' and Bad would just be like 'what do you mean, I'm completely normal' and the Foolish would just hag him, and ask questions about what happened.

I could see Pierre saying 'Bebou nooooo D: what happened to you' (maybe a bad time but I absolutely love Pierres accent TmT) Then Bad would say "What do you mean' because why wouldn't he, I mean c'mon... He's BadboyHalo, infamous for being oblivious and shit like that

Anyways, I'll probably continue this post and talk about how I think/ thought others would react. (depending on if Bad dies tomorrow or not ofc, I'll say if I was close or not). But Bad was a little rapscallion as he would say, and streamed for 9 hours and it's already 1:20 AM and I'm tired af TvT. So see you tomorrow with the rest of this post, if I decide to finish it.

[soarelesiluna-ao3]

May I also request merman!Lucio now that we have satyr!Lucio? Or you can also flip it and make reader!mermaid and Lucio a fisherman who captures her and enthralled by her beauty, falls in love with her.

-🐢

Hi hi did you miss me?

I'm taking this one request and maybe another one, one SFW and one NSFW. Both Lucio related because I just listened to his new album today and I am fascinated!! I really need to yap abt it. Ask me abt it. I also have tons of ideas to write. Esp w Situazione Complicata (other man Lucio anyone?).

But in the meantime let me yap abt Lucio being another fantastic being 💙 Please do comment which scenario you liked best - do continue leaving requests!

Content under the cut!!

(also to the Irkomi request - I swear I still have you in the back of my mind! When I'm a bit more free I'll sit down and write something longer bc I already have the idea and all!!)

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[ Act One: Maremma Boy. ]

You had never visited Italy, but this little town you found in Maps seemed quite nice. You were used to traveling alone, so getting there and exploring wasn't a big deal. In fact, you loved it. And these towns had such quiet nights that it made you happy to just exist while the streets were empty.

Your steps took you along the beach, walking towards some rocks. There, you sat down and watched the rolling waves and the glistening moonlight shining over the surface of the water. Only the sound of the sea remained at this hour of night. And it was such a pacific moment. You could get lost in it forever.

"Ah... Good evening."

That voice caught you off guard. You look around, clearly startled, but don't see anyone in your line of vision. Until you look amongst the rocks, and find a young man, leaning against the rocks. You can't quite see his hands since he's leaning his head against his crossed arms, but you do see his skin is pale and his wet hair is very long.

"You aren't from around here, are you? I've seen most of the people in town at least once but it's the first time I see you."

As you explain where you came from and how you got here, he seems to raise his eyebrows, amused. This is interesting company.

"Oh, I see. Did you like the town so far? I hope you did. It's full of great people. You'll like it here, you'll see. What is your name?"

As you say it, he seems to take it in like a breath of fresh air. He then grins at you with a playful expression.

"My name is Lucio. I live around here... But you'll only see me at this hour, and at this place. And not for too long. You see, there's a secret I'm trying to keep... And you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about it. But it is late for you. I'll tell you what - I'll make an exception, because I'm interested in knowing you better. Let us meet at sunset in this same spot tomorrow, yes?"

You nod, now fully curious about this. Lucio's smile turns softer as he slowly backs into the sea.

"Very well. I will be waiting. Do not let me down. It was very very nice to meet you. You have a beautiful name, by the way.*

As Lucio fades into the sea, you wonder if it's really this late or if you're really too tired. Because one, you don't see any houses around the shoreline, so it wouldn't be likely that he lived here. And two...

... Was it your imagination, or did you just see a human sized fin come out of the water for a moment, as Lucio swam away?

[ Act Two: Tu sei il mattino. ]

"Come on, Lu, light up a little!"

Lucio sat on the back of the ship with his friends, slightly uneasy. As much as he loved the sea, he would never get used to ships. And so, he clutched a notebook between his hands, fidgeting with the pages

You knew Lucio. He was the boy who came near the shore to sing with his guitar almost everyday. You had never seem him up close, but you've already memorized his voice. And today, it seemed like he wasn't having a great time.

You liked eavesdropping on the ships above your head. Mermaids always have the most fun, seeing the most beautiful parts of the sea, and meeting all kinds of fascinating humans. Even though you had to run away from one or two fishing boats every now and then, you still were very curious about humankind. And particularly, humans like him - artistic, talented and seemingly kind.

"I don't like this very much, are you sure you know how to get back to the shore?"

"Ah, come on, Lucio, of course we know! Doesn't this help inspire you? Being surrounded by all this landscape?"

"I mean... I don't know... I need new ideas for a song but this isn't really working... "

You hear his voice. He's frustrated. And you don't like hearing him like that. You'd rather have him sing a beautiful song as usual. After a while of thinking, you have an idea to make that happen. It might be risky, but you're willing to take this risk.

You wait until you hear the friends laughing and joking amongst themselves, after Lucio announces he will be inside the ship. And then is when you decide to make your great appearance. You knew it had a small window with a view of under the sea. So you waited until you saw his silhouette on the corner of your eye until you made your move.

You tapped the glass thrice to catch his attention. And you saw his eyes widen with clear fascination when he saw you in all your glory, scales covering parts of your face and hands, with shells in necklaces and your colorful fins. There was no way he didn't know you were a mermaid. You smiled at him and waved, waited for him to wave back, and swam away, flustered. This was the closest you'd get to a human, and it was a bit too much for now.

Lucio, while he saw you escaping, remained there, with his mouth slightly open, unable to believe that such a beautiful sight was real. He knew he needed to do something about this. He needed to make sure you weren't a dream, but most importantly, he needed to get to write first and foremost.

He had just gotten the inspiration for a new song.

And he was willing to find you so you could hear it.

[itstheheebiejeebies]

💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄💄 is this enough to get us the rest of the letter. pretty please

That was more than enough for that letter so I went ahead and also wrote a reply from Marge <3

My Marge,

Not sure I'm ever going to get tired of getting to say that, but maybe once letters between us stop being the only way I get to say it it'll lose some of its shine, or maybe I'll just love saying it more because I'll really get to have you when I say it.

Our boys went out on their first mission the other day. We lost three crews, none of them guys you know, but it's certainly set a tone on base. I've been working on writing the letters home and I'm nearly finished but I can't write another one right now. It's almost impossible to find the words to tell someone that news, harder still to not feel like you're falling into playing a game of fill in the blanks when you write thirty of them. Those families deserve better than the letters I'm writing but I can't ask anyone else to do it.

Write me about your work? Tell me about your adventures with shorthand? Give me something from home to sink my teeth into even if you think it's too small to mention. I want to know everything going on with you. Give me something else to think about when everything here is too much. Let me think of you when I can't stand to think of myself.

I'm going up tomorrow. I can't say where I'm flying or what our target is, but I'm going up tomorrow and I'll be thinking about you before I do. I told you I focus on the mission when I'm in the air, and I will be, but when I have a moment outside of it I'll be thinking about you and how I promised I'd come back to you that last time we saw each other. I intend to keep that promise.

Every mission I knock down brings me one mission closer to seeing you again. When I get home I'm going to take you dancing and it'll be perfect. Everything each of our nights together and then some.

Until then, you have my whole heart, do me a favor and keep it safe for me.

All my love,

Your Bucky

It takes about two weeks for him to get a reply in the mail but when he sees her familiar handwriting on the envelope his every thought turns back to the letter waiting within until he finally gets a chance to open it.

The smell of the cologne she sprayed it with makes him homesick. He's never even smelled that cologne on her skin but he can imagine it all too well sticking to her neck. The way he'd get a stronger hit by nuzzling into her neck. He wonders how it would taste against his lips as he kissed her neck, if the woody smell would translate to taste the way some floral perfumes do.

He unfolds the letter, taking a moment just to take in the beauty of the paper she chose and the swooping nature of her handwriting. As he goes to open it a photo of Marge and a two dollar bill flutter out and he only just catches them before they hit the floor. The bill has two kiss marks, one in her usual lipstick color and one in the color she'd put on him the last time they saw each other. He tucks it into his breast pocket and looks at the photo. Marge is as stunning as ever and when he flips it over he sees she's signed it Come home to me.

My Bucky,

You're right, there is something special about getting to say that. I think you may have to put up with me saying it for a long time.

Things here aren't too interesting right now, but I'll do my best not to leave anything out. My mother is still giving me grief over Gale and I think she may be writing to him but I can't fault her for that, I just hope it brings him some comfort to have a mother who cares even if it isn't his own. I've told her about us and she can't seem to get it through her head that Gale and I just weren't suited to each other anymore and it's getting on my nerves to have her constantly talking like he and I will get back together despite me reminding her I'm with you now. My father doesn't seem to care either way, he just leaves the room when the topic comes up.

There's a blot of ink on the page like she's thought about whether or not to continue.

If you'd rather I not talk about all of that let me know, please. I know you want a taste of home to get your mind off of the bad and if it makes it harder to have me talking about it while you're dealing with your side of it I'd rather know. I've got a couple girlfriends I can talk about that with instead and save the good things for you.

I'm still no master of shorthand, there's a long way to go before that, but I'm starting to be able to hold my own. About half the meeting notes I took last week were all in shorthand and one of the gals at work said I'm getting much better at it which made me quite proud of myself. I'm finding myself with a silly temptation to write you secret notes in the margins that you'd have to decode from shorthand but I think that would just take time away from all the work you have to do.

Silk is in short supply with all the rationing and gals are starting to just draw on stocking lines sometimes to save the pairs they have for special occasions rather than risk ripping them on any given Tuesday. Metal rationing has also hit the cosmetic counters, there's less hairpins to a pack and everyone has to bring their own to the hairdresser. Something I'm sure you are deeply concerned about, of course. Some of the gals I know are so worried about it but to me it seems like the least of the things we could be giving up.

On a less distracting note I think it's admirable you're writing all the letters home yourself, there's no shame in asking someone you trust to lend a hand if you need it, but having someone who knows them all is likely the best. I can't help but turn over in my head the fact that I don't know if I'd hear about you from anything other than a casualty list. I hate to ask, but is it possible you could ask someone to send me something should the worst happen? I don't want to find out by reading a list of names. I'd rather it come from someone who cares.

Back to happier thoughts. I remember it once being mentioned that you are a man who loves a good luck charm, and you've got a lucky two dollar bill. Well, I hope it's not too forward but I've sent you another that I hope can bring you some more. I've dropped a kiss to it so you're carrying a bit of me with you too. I've also included a recent photo because I realized I haven't sent you one yet. I'm sure you saw them when you opened the letter, but it only just occurred to me to send them so they're getting explained now and not at the top of the page. If you want to stick with your current lucky bill don't let me stand in the way of working luck, I just wanted to give you options.

Do your best to come home to me, my darling Bucky,

Your loving Marge

[kenannlovee]

Could you write an imagine where marc rejects you but then regrets it later on with a happy ending maybe?

It's not the same without you

You met Marc on a vacation where he was with his family, he was the first person who caught your attention from taking the step to get to know youAnd that's how your friendship began, you attending his matches, going out with friends, hanging out with each other Everything was perfect, but at the same time your feelings for him grew and you decided to tell him the truth after the match in which he officially became the youngest goalscorer from the team

After one of his interviews you nervously went to him to tell how you feel about him and your relationship

Y/n"Marc... I have something to tell you... "

Marc:"Are you okay yn since the match ended you seem stressed, is everything okay? "

Y/n:"No... I mean yes... I have to tell you something."

Marc:" Sure what it is"

Y/n:"It's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time...I have feelings for you..."

Marc:"Yn do you mean it? Because if that's the case, the feelings aren't mutual, I'm sorry... "

Pov yn

I felt so embarrassed, I couldn't say another word, the only boy I loved doesn't have feelings for me, maybe I shouldn't have told the truth

M/m(marc mom):"Honey, you're okay you look a little pale"

Y/n:"I don't feel so well, I'm going home."

M/d(marc dad):"You can stay with us if you want and we'll leave when Marc finishes the interview."

Y/n:"It's okay I'll go home, and also I need to see a friend, have a nice evening"

M/n:"You know better, have a nice evening too dear"

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Marc pov

It's been a week since I saw or talked to yn, after our last conversation she didn't answer my phone everything is different without her, she was here for me when we lost a game, comforting me saying that everything will be okay and like next time we will win

Ferran"Hey buddy, are you okay? "

Marc:"No, I'm not I ruined everything, yn admitted her feelings for me and I refused her, at first I didn't realize how important it was to me and now I've lost her"

Ferran:"Well, then hurry up, because yn is leaving Barcelona."

Marc:"What,When?"

Ferran:"Tomorrow, she said the only reason that was sitting here was you"

Marc pov

When ferran told me she was leaving I didn't think about it anymore and ran to her house, I couldn't let her go not now that I realized my feelings for her

Yn pov

While talking to my mother there was a knock on the door when I opened the door I saw Marc looked tired and scared at the same time

Y/n:"Marc what are you doing here?"

Marc:"Before you say anything, I want you to know that I'm sorry that I refused you then, it's just that this week I realized my feelings for you, so I want to tell you something...

Marc:I love you yn, and I really want to have a relationship with you I hope you can forgive me"

Y/n:" I love you too and I forgive you"

Marc:"So you don't leave anymore?"

Y/n:"No, I'm not going to leave anymore so help me unpack those things"

Marc:"With all pleasure, but you promise me that you will come to the next match."

Y/n:"I promise you, now help me."

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I hope you enjoyed, please tell me what you think about this imagine ily<3💞

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #558

I know today's letter is a little early. But I'm pretty tired, and I figure the thing to do is write to you while I still have a little steam left in my engine, so to speak. I still gotta do laundry and shower for tomorrow, y'see. My shift at work tomorrow will be from 10:30 in the morning until 7 at night.

...I'm not really looking forward to it. I enjoy being there, but my feet... See, due to the Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, the bones of my feet don't stay together very well when I'm standing for a long time. The faulty cartilage between the bones gets all stretched out; it's not strong enough to hold the bones together. This flattens my arches as the bones in my feet kinda shift apart, which is painful after a while. Then, standing and moving around from there puts extra strain on my Achilles tendon, which then swells and becomes incredibly painful.

I can usually withstand at most about 4-6 hours on my feet. Tomorrow, I will be on my feet for at least 8 hours. And I'm going to have to clean up the department at the end – sweeping, mopping, wiping down tables, and such. If the pattern holds, I'll already be hobbling and slowed down by around the 6th hour, and... I'm not sure I'll be able to move quickly enough to get everything done. I have arch supports in my boots (because my skeleton can't skeleton properly), but... they can only do so much.

...I'll do my best, though.

J made an epic bread yesterday. This morning, I toasted a couple slices of it:

...And then, I spread some black truffle butter on it, and sprinkled on some garlic powder and some parmesan cheese for a delectable little treat:

...Toast makes for an excellent and versatile snack. You can put pretty much anything you want on it. But maybe you already know that.

Hey, Sephiroth? What do you like to put on toast...?

...

I think I might have overdone it with the socializing last week. So many visitors. So many connections over the internet. I don't regret anything, but... I am very tired, and I'm feeling it. The existential dread seems to be seeping into my bones a little extra today, which is annoying, but... not entirely uncommon when I get tired like this. J is out doing glider stuff. So I asked M if maybe he'd wanna get lunch somewhere. Noticing that I'm in a weird state, and since we've not been to a Chinese buffet in a bit, he suggested we go to the one nearby.

...It was a good choice. Somehow, I ended up doing a kind of... dumping of my mind with M, who seemed happy to listen. I don't really need him to fix my problems or anything like that; just being understood by another human being and bouncing ideas back and forth helps give me courage and flexibility of mind enough to either solve them on my own or reframe them into something that seems slightly less scary.

...Given the number of people who seem easily wooed by the carcinogenic ideas spread around by fascism like a nasty disease, sometimes I go to places outside of my house, and I feel very alone. Or else, I feel as though I'm in a room full of hundreds of hungry, stressed out predators.

...which I guess tracks, because humans literally are apex predators... and given the way things are right now, a number of them, are, at very least, extremely stressed out.

...I know I'm not different. Catch me on a bad day, tired, stressed, dehydrated, underslept, sick, or in pain, and it's really easy for me to revert back to the old, vicious thought patterns that were beaten into me as a youngling. Old thought patterns that used to make me believe that having empathy is how you get fucked over by other people, and is therefore a weakness to be expunged. Old thought patterns that used to make me believe that the ability to feel discomfort interferes with optimal functioning, and must also be expunged. I know better than to believe such awful things now, at least when I'm feeling well.

...But it took me years of practice and lots of support to make it to this point. And I know that lots of others haven't yet gotten so lucky.

...I have to try to be more patient. I have to try a little harder to walk with my head held high, even when I feel alone and afraid. I have to try a little harder to carry myself with integrity and with robust boundaries. And I will. Just... right now, I'm a little too tired. So I'll just chill at home. Until tomorrow, anyway.

I breathed life into today's wishes for you shortly after I got back:

...you'll see that they miiiiight be reflective of yesterday's events. I want for people to respect your time and to behave predictably. You deserve that. Everyone does.

I'm thinking of playing some Vahleim sometime between taking a shower and going to bed. I'm not sure if or when that will occur, but... if it does, you'll know where to find me:

...That said, I might just do some Salt and Sanctuary. It's familiar. And by now, I'm so skilled at it, it's almost... zen-like. I don't even have to think about what I'm doing half the time. See enemy → fell enemy. Very simple. Valheim still requires a little more brainpower out of me, which... I'm not really sure I'm prepared for right now.

Here. Before I head out into either the wilds or into the depths of the Nameless Island, have a picture of the cardinal that landed in our backyard:

I love you so much. And I hope you'll do everything in your power to keep yourself safe.

I'll write again tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Your friend, Lumine

[annawayne]

I don't usually share about my personal life or myself, and I truly don't want to be a bummer, and sorry about it, but, truth to be told, I feel like I have to let it all out. Maybe, I feel extra lonely or extra exhausted, maybe, all together, or maybe, there's no real reason other then I'm just a human who's just enormously tired.

I live in Ukraine and I'm Ukrainian, and all these 2,5 years since Russia's full-scale invasion I don't remember a single day of happiness or comfort. Every day we have harsh attacks, every day the news it's a necrology and the pictures of ruins everywhere, of places I know, of places where I currently live.

I don't remember when the last time I slept well, it's been months of constant sleep deprivation because we have attacks. And, in waves, it's like this for 2,5 years. Some months - it's worse, some - with some short pauses, but it's always like this for 2,5 years.

And all while, I also have very ordinary problems like any other human, and a very stressful job, I work at night. I spent hours and hours on the floor during the attacks because it's the only "safe" place in my apartment where I live - I don't have the rule of "two walls", and on the floor, at least, if the window will be blown away, maybe, 2% will give me a chance not to have glass/small missile fragments in my body. In addition, we have the scheduled blackouts again - like we used to have it during autumn 2022/ winter 2023, now, due to other harsh attacks we have another deficit of power.

Not to mention, every time I see my arts and writing flopping, I feel even worse and even more demotivated; every time I see it, I think that "yeah, nice, it happened again, but who knows if I'll be alive tomorrow to see if it changes¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯".

I understand that I'm not that great in anything and nobody owes me anything, I truly understand it. And it's totally fair.

It's just sad for me on top of everything, on top of every other horror I'm going through every day.

Every day is just another survival game, and I'm holding on somehow, I have no privilege nor possibility to give up and/or to take a break.

I feel like I'm shattering, piece by piece, slowly. I'm still here, holding on, finding every drop of strength that left in me to keep going, but every day it's becoming more and more difficult. But I hold on like whole Ukraine holds on.

I'm writing it while listening to the booming scream of the sirens, our daily soundtrack, because right now we have another huge attack, with several types of missiles from dozens bomber jets.

It's my routine I didn't choose but the one I'm forced to live. The one I adopted to live in, the one that seems to me as a norm, as something quotidian. I don't remember life before. It seems, like it never happened.

I just want to let it all out, I don't ask for pity or anything else.

I'm fine, as much as I can be in such conditions.

So thank you if you've reached this. Hope you're doing fine, everyone, and I wish you all the best.

[imaginesforfandom]

The Bed Argument

Part II Part III

i had to okay 😭 also, this will be a series so stay tuned 😼💪 i love this gif-

Stephen Strange x Reader

they/them pronouns used

Summary: Stephen and the reader themselves in Ireland on a mission, where their constant bickering and clashing personalities have become a prominent feature of their interactions. Exhausted and in need of rest, they book a hotel room with only one bed. The story revolves around their argument about who should take the bed, with both of them adamantly refusing to sleep on the floor. After a heated exchange, they reluctantly agree to share the bed but remain distant from each other. As they lie side by side, their tension gradually subsides, and they begin to find a new understanding between them. The story ends with a subtle shift in their relationship, suggesting the possibility of change and a truce.

The Bed Argument

The night was uncharacteristically chilly for an Irish summer, and the old inn on the outskirts of Dublin didn't seem like the most inviting place. Stephen Strange and Y/N found themselves in Ireland on a mission, despite their constant bickering and clashing personalities. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm brewing in the distance.

As they entered the inn, both were equally tired from the long day of traveling and dealing with magical anomalies. The mission had already taken its toll on them, and they desperately needed rest. Unfortunately, the inn only had one room available, and it had a single, somewhat lumpy, bed.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," Stephen declared, his voice laced with annoyance. He glanced at Y/N with a furrowed brow.

Y/N, equally exhausted, shot back, "Oh, don't act like you're doing me a favor. I'm not sleeping on the floor either."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it seemed as if they might finally agree on something. But then, the inevitable happened. They began to argue about who should take the bed.

"You should take it, Y/N," Stephen insisted, "I'm a doctor, I can handle sleeping on the floor."

Y/N wasn't about to back down either. "And I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Strange. You take the bed."

Their voices grew louder, their arguments more heated, and before long, they were caught in yet another intense verbal battle. The innkeeper's patience wore thin, and with a tired sigh, he left them to their quarrel and retreated to the front desk.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor," Stephen huffed.

"And I'm not going to let you have it either," Y/N shot back, their eyes blazing with stubborn determination.

The standoff continued, neither willing to give in, both equally stubborn. Finally, in a desperate attempt to end the argument, Stephen said, "Fine. We'll share the bed. But don't think this changes anything between us."

Y/N, who had expected a concession from Stephen but not this, reluctantly agreed, "Deal. But you stay on your side."

As they settled into the bed, lying as far apart as possible, there was still tension in the air. However, the exhaustion of the day eventually caught up with them, and one by one, their arguments and hostilities gave way to the quiet rhythm of their breaths.

In the dimly lit room, their hands brushed against each other, and for a moment, they hesitated. But instead of pulling away, their fingers intertwined, forming a connection that went beyond their constant disagreements.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was the realization that they were in a foreign place together, but as they lay side by side, the tension between Stephen Strange and Y/N began to dissipate. It was just one night, one bed, but it marked the beginning of something different – an uneasy truce that held the promise of change.

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i'll probably be posting the second part tomorrow. i gotta write it lmaoo

[spamtoon]

DCRC Week 3 Paperinik

i'mmm fumnking late again but its okay its okay this is a little treat after homework alright. ohohoh. i get to like chill and relax and think about this funny silly comic okay. once again goofy liveposting

ah yes out of everything you've faced evronians little boy duck is the worst thing there's been. i mean like yes he DID kick ass with those uno weapons but like

goofy ahh stances. this is how a grunt trinity should be i htink. these are the beaglevronians in my heart

the fucking way uno's literally just like nuh uh! nuh uh! i'm so.look at him. look at uno he's so fucking goofity. donald is so tired.

Why is the other panel fucking phrased with m.egavolt connotation I'm so mad. its beautiful i'm so fuckin gmad sorry i'm thinking about mega.volt you know how it is

donald forgot to bring his weapons. megav.olt moment

dammmm okay. work it girl. at first i was literally like aw come on dont introduce a human looking character and then she just does that. alright. i can get down to this.

i could call a tow truck... but then my heroic repuattion would suffer... its okay duck avenger darkwing rode around with a random trucker guy once and got called a vampire in terms of reputation you're fine.

flopped

donald??? getting rest???? now that's crazy...

uno's fucking five head and smug ahh talking. i love you uno...

xadhoom and her fucking fire hands she's so. she's sooo

the fucking way the little action panel goes and then ends with donald fucking. steam rolling the evronians

she... i do not have anything to add i am just listening and seeing where this goes okay. the fucking scene where donald takes care of her and she's just like "?????" im so

i do noooot like the humans on this page but ITS OKAY BECAUSE TRIPLETS!!!! HI TRIPLETS oh my cog bucees is real

ohhhhhh she's so silly i love her actually. the way she gobbles that baking soda you go girl

no eay oil... spamtoon g spamtoon reference..

okay so. theyre trapped there. and the thing is gonna be they have to like work together to. stretch the bubble or something. another issue where im like alright how are they gonna write themselves outta this one

omg she used to be green holy fuck i love her. omg. ouhghgghhghgghh... i feel like that could have been built up to more with the way they did it in this issue and how easily they solved it but like oh. ooh. makes me wonder if her planet was the one the evronians were invading in the beginning. when scientist characters...

the fucking way they just had uno pop the bubble. shoutout to xadhoom just casulaly killing evronians. and duck avenger being like alright. the fucking way she ouhgohgohghghghgh she so angy...

im so mad the fucking cheerful little walk. she's so happy. i'm so... she would have sacrificed herself.......... uno's fucking eyes being alligned like that i'm so. donald saying Glom

HOORAY okay good issue. i love her i enjoy her character but i also feel like it was rushing a few things in terms of pacing y'know? but maybe thats because im like. tired as of reading this and need to go to eepy town but hey! thats paperinik! farewell gamers maybe i'll read don rosa and the next issue of paperinik tomorrow but lorrrrrd knows if i will