#big fan of how they just can not decide what her fucking hair color is

[proship-mafuyu]

my kanade merch hoard. if you all care

(3 plushies (nesoberi, nui, fuwapuchi), pop-up parade, keychain)

[the-dragon-girl-27]

Remember those other 3 times I turned sekai characters into dinos (L/N MMJ VBS) I'm back with more of that crap i know Wanshow fans just looove their AUs so maybe this will appeal to a whole 3 people instead of 2 people this time

explanation for my picks below the cut

Tsukasa is a Styracosaurus because I made Saki a Stellosaurus which is another ceratopsian and also its frill is like vaguely star shaped kinda sorta not really

I don't have much to say about him so can i just mention how awful that Stellasaurus drawing is.

Yeah only recently did i start figuring out how the fuck to draw decent ceratopsians I am so sorry (the struggle is real i almost accidentally gave tsukasa 2 left feet here i swear i know what i'm doing)

I should redo that Saki at some point, girl deserves so much better than that wonkey crap. speaking of ceratopsians i opted out of giving him protofeathers unlike Saki idk they just didn't look right on him you can kinda go either way with most ceratopsians so i just do it when the vibe fits and don't when the vibe doesn't fit

Rui is a Troodon because Troodons are often associated with intelligence because they have the biggest brain to skull ratio of any dino, there's kinda no real way to know how intelligent dinos were but troodon just has the reputation of the smart dinosaur and people often depict them using tools like how crows do and that's like kinda like how rui does robot stuff, he also just fits the raptor shape sorta i feel like raptors have that sorta look to them that is like a similar vibe to the one Rui has, even tho Rui is the tallest character in sekai I feel like he's a mid sized dinosaur, does that make sense? no, but it does to me and i make the rules he's also 100% a feathered dino so it fits

Speaking of Troodon all you 2 paleo nerds reading this are getting war flashbacks from the name Troodon because Troodon itself has a interesting history of being a "wastebasket taxon" which is nerd talk for "scientists just threw a bunch of vaguely similar animals into this one category and didn't consider that maybe this was like 5 different animals and what would be the long term consequences of doing that" yes this is a thing that has happened enough times that there is a word for it

that shit still as of now isn't sorted out I don't think, I at least based my Troodon off the big one from Alaska that literally does not have a fucking name and is just like "the Alaska Troodon". I feel like the size fits and imma be real its the Troodon you see everywhere in media these days because its big and cool and it lived with Pachyrhinosaurus and Nanuqsaurus and also people like it cuz drawing dinosaurs in the snow is fucking awesome (boom i just tricked you into learning paleontology history)

Emu is an Archeopteryx because Emu is supposed to be like a phoenix and Archeopteryx could probably fly or glide or smth it's general considered like "the first bird" so like yeah (now that i think about it i could've made her pyroraptor cuz of the name but also she doesn't fit the vibes of a raptor at all i guess pyroraptor has the whole fire bird thing from its name) Emu would also be a small feathered dinosaur for sure so it fits in that sense too.

Nene is a Stegosaurus because the plates kinda look like her hair thing and her outfit in general and i feel like nene would have those tail spikes for some reason idk it just fits her energy, she'd def be a herbivore as well i feel. Also i personally just associate stegosaurus with the color green personally idk why (at first i was thinking she would be iguanodon because that's another dinosaur that's green in my head but she has like nothing in common with iguanodon lmao)

I guess nenerobo would be an Ankylosaurus than because that would like probably be the logical robot version of a stegosaurus maybe idk would nenerobo exist in this universe, you decide idk

i guess next one is that last one unless i wanna redo the vocaloids in this style or redraw saki at some point or whatever see you whenever that happens in however long it takes

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

Ranking all of the Milgram Birthday Outfits on a scale of 1/10 because it's 3AM over here and I have to do school things at 6 (Inspired by this video) ↓

Already off to an incredibly strong start, because as we know, Haruka is perfect and can do no wrong. Dog? Little sister? Who's that? Sounds like a myth honesty. Alright, jokes and Haruka bias aside, very nice ! Relatively plain all things considered, but that's quite fitting for Haruka (I mean, have you seen how this kid dresses normally? I'm somewhat surprised that he didn't go for a full white look. Wonder if Muu helped him out when choosing his pieces) I also love the color blue, so bonus points for that. (shut up I know I just said I would ignore biases) Overall, I give Haruka Sakurai a 8/10 !! Lookin' good, buddy ! ↓

Yuno looks so pretty and the outfit is SO cute !! I love the frilliness of the shirt, the pleated skirt is really cute and in general I love the shades of pink chosen for this outfit, and those SHOEEEES girl where did you get those give me name and address. I honestly have no complaints at all I give Yuno Kashiki a 10/10 !! Absolutely gorgeous girl !! (Also it's unfortunate we're only ranking the outfits and not the cakes, because the decision to give Yuno a fucking staircase cake was genius) ↓

...Mannn, I wish I could say I liked this outfit so badly. The outfit itself is alright, if a bit basic, and Fuuta looks very handsome ! But I can't help but feel like black would've been a better choice for him than dark brown. And Fuuta...my guy...WHY those shoes? I could've maybe forgiven the outfit colors if you didn't decide to pair them with shiny gold...sneakers? What the hell even are those? Get better shoes, man. Overall, I'm giving Fuuta Kajiyama a 4/10. I like the outfit it'self (minus the shoes), but the coloring brings it down a lot for me. ↓

Christ, no wonder Muu got model deals ! Look at this queen right here !! She looks absolutely gorgeous, the dress is beautiful and I love the Beauty And The Beast inspiration. The earrings being inspired by an hourglass is a very cool detail, and the heels look great as well ! I genuinely don't think I have any faults with this one Muu Kusunoki gets a 10/10 ! Nice job dressing to impress ! ↓

One chance Mr. Kirisaki, one cha-- Ahem. As I was saying, Shidou looks amazing in this outfit !! I'm usually not a fan of there being so much white on it's own (I sound like a certain horror fanatic, sheesh.) But Shidou reallly rocks it, and the purple accents are very nice in comparison !! I also really like the shoes for some reason. Shidou is being added to the list also consisting of Muu and Yuno where I need to see who their shoemaker is For Shidou Kirisaki, I give a 9/10 !! Very pretty man. ↓

Mahiru looks very pretty here ! I love the poofy hair accessory, and the birdcage earrings are a very nice touch. That being said however...the dress is a bit too plain for me. I cannot help but feel like something is missing here that would make the overall outfit look way better. A sash maybe? Despite that though, Mahiru Shiina gets a 6/10 !! Looking ready for a date !  ↓

Ooooh...Kazui stans forgive me, but I'm pretty indifferent to this outfit. It's not bad mind you ! Kazui looks very handsome in it, and I like the blue chosen for his tie. But it's the same problem with Mahiru where I feel like it's a bit too plain and could've used something more, like a pattern on his vest or pants. Also though his shoes aren't the atrocity that is Fuuta's, I feel like a black or even a dark blue akin to Haruka would've looked a lot better in comparison to the rest of his outfit. Kazui Mukuhara is granted a 5/10. Not the best, not the worst. Sorry old man. ↓

AHHH SHE LOOKS SO CUTE !! It's like if the frilliness from Yuno's outfit was upped to twenty ! Amane's dress is adorable and looks very comfortable as well, I want a bigger sized version for myself. I also really like her big bow, as well as the blue shoes. But most importantly, Amane seems to be genuinely happy wearing it, and as a fandom, Amane's happienss takes priority. Amane Momose, you'll be getting a 9/10 from me ! Good on ya, kid ! ↓

Ahhh, he's so cute ! Look at how polite he looks ! The blazer is nice, and also blue. Blue bias. And the boots absolutely fucking SLAY. The way his hair is styled looks very nice as well ! I also think this is the closest we have gotten to official art of Mikoto smiling genuinely, and I personally think we need more. And more. And more. Mikoto Kayano gets a 10/10 !! Very cute boy ! ↓

Ma'am, I politely and respectfully ask you to break my neck mercilessly-- Ahem. As I was saying. KOTOKO LOOKS FUCKING AMAZING !! The undershirt oh my god the FUCKING UNDERSHIRT !! Absolutely adore it so much. The colors are all very pleasing to the eye, the skirt is very cute, and the heels look cool as hell !! But Kotoko also looks cool as hell in anything, so is this really fair? Kotoko Yuzuriha has obtained a 10/10 ! Absolutely gorgeous.

[undoundue]

the pinch hitter

I. 

World Series. Game 7. Fifth inning. I, a pinch hitter, a mere benchwarmer, smack an outside pitch into the right field stands, giving the Dodgers the lead. Mookie and Freddie slap me on the back as I enter the dugout, and to celebrate we go for burritos at a Mexican place inside the stadium. How can I say no to the all-stars? And yet, isn’t it a bit irresponsible to eat such a heavy meal between innings? 

“Kiké…” Mookie says (referring to teammate Enrique Hernández), “…he don’t know how to read.”

“He can read,” Freddie amends, “but he lacks literacy.”

“His comprehension is terrible,” Mookie says. “In a way, that’s worse. More dangerous. It makes him susceptible. Susceptible to influences.”

“Oh, he’s susceptible, that’s for sure,” Freddie says. “You agree, pinch hitter?”

My burrito is dripping. The sluggers are looking at me expectantly. Dodgers fans on their way to the bathroom are stopping, staring, wondering whether we’re the real deal.

“He’s basically illiterate,” I say—nervous grin, no conviction. 

It’s the worst of both worlds. Mookie and Freddie know I’m just saying it to fit in. They’ll give me no masculine credence. But the crowd will take it seriously. The rumor will get out and hurt Kiké. 

Poor Kiké! And they’ll think I’m racist, too.

Next thing I know I’m burning rubber on the way to my Motel 6. They can pinch hit for me—why not? I pinch hit for them.

I call my friend, the promoter, and tell him, Fuck the Dodgers, we’re celebrating my home run. Get a party going. 

He’s like, Aw yeah.

But the party is a bust. The motel pool reeks of chlorine and has cloudy white streaks in it of unknown composition. There are too many dudes, not enough chicks—not enough of either, really—and all of them trashy. Short notice for a celebration. 

In the shallow end, my friend is fooling around with a white girl with pale pink hair—the color of chewed bubblegum. 

He waves at me, like, Her ass is open, you wanna fool around with her too? 

But I don’t. I am sullen. I swim over the side of the pool and do a little cocaine off the bill of my Dodgers cap. 

My Dad wades up to me. His attitude: craven, appeasing.

“Are you having a good time, son?” he asks.

I grunt. “Not enough chicks.”

My Dad gestures at the pink haired girl. "She used to be a ninja.”

“That's cool,” I say, scornfully. What, so I’m supposed to feel sorry for her?

Both my Dad and I are naked, and our penises are erect. Our penises are nearly identical in size, shape and coloration. They only distinguish themselves when a pool wave passes over, distorting one but not the other.

It makes me mad—I’m twice the man he is, and my cock should reflect this. The cocaine was insufficient in quantity and it’s serving up more of an irritable than a euphoric high.

I’m also starting to really miss the Dodgers. At least there I have purpose. There’s a big scoreboard past the diving board, and it shows that we’re tied. I flip on the TV just in time to see Kiké Hernández hit a walk-off home run.

Holy shit! We won!

II. 

Back at the stadium, Kiké and I take the stairs to the clubhouse.

“Kiké, that was…” I shake my head in awe. “Epic homer, man.”

Kiké adjusts his glasses. He has a proud, yet whispery voice. “Yes, it was epic. But, excuse me, if you look at the metre, you’ll find that it was a Spencerian, rather than Homerian epic. Yes? Yes? Do you know what I mean?”

I don’t—I have no idea what he’s talking about. I wonder if he’s mad at me.

“Kiké…whatever you heard, I never said you needed a literacy program. I never said your SAT prep was insufficient. Mookie and Freddie, they said—” 

“Shhh…quiet now. Let us get our prizes,” Kiké says. 

The clubhouse is pretty standard, I guess: sofa, TV, coffee table, bowl of mints. On the floor is a cardboard box with PRIZES written on it. I reach inside and…I’m not sure how many Magic boosters to take. It seems like there’s plenty to go around, but I decide to start slow, re-up if I need to. I take five.

Turns out this was a mistake. None of my teammates takes more than four boosters—some fewer—even though, I’ll repeat, there are plenty to go around. Dirty looks.

I consider putting a booster back, but wouldn’t that be even more cringe? Should I own my greed, my rebellion, my outsider status?

I’m overthinking it. I crack the boosters. My teammates are no doubt focused on their own problems. Even though we won the series, the mood in the clubhouse is grim. Now that the season is over, the hard part begins: card development.

It’s written into our contracts. If you don’t know the business of baseball, now you know: The tickets and television rights are a loss leader. The money is in the trading cards. Baseball would be nothing without its stats.

The Dodgers’ owner, Frank McCourt, bursts into the clubhouse, chomping a cigar.

“That’s a Pokémon,” he says, pointing at my pack’s rare.

It is: a Typhlosion. I’m not sure how to explain this.

“It doesn’t have any attack moves,” I point out, “It just has a special ability.”

“A Poképower.” Freddie Freeman can’t help himself. “That’s the term.”

I cough when Frank exhales a cloud of smoke.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass,” Frank says. “This is a tribal set, and goblins and elves are OLD HAT. I need a new tribe by TOMORROW. A goddamn POKÉMON isn’t going to CUT IT. Do you understand? DO YOU?”

I’ve never read Frank McCourt’s memoir, Angela’s Ashes, but I’ve heard it’s a compassionate and moving portrait of an Irish-American family in the mid-20th century. Based on that, you’d think Frank would be a gentle boss. 

You’d be wrong. He’s a tyrant. Whatever empathy writing requires, it doesn’t seem to translate into one’s style of running the Dodgers—or so I’ve painfully learned. 

“Do you understand,” Frank says, his voice like a cattle brand, “benchwarmer?”

Next thing I know it’s an eyebagged sunrise and the floor has fallen out from the blow and I’m burning rubber on the way to the police station. 

I go straight to my friend’s office—he has a Tom Selleck mustache now; he’s quit being a promoter and taken a job as chief of police. I look at him sadly.

“You used to hate cops,” I tell him. “We used to argue. I’d say more cops, less prison. You’d say, more prison, less cops. What happened, man?”

“I haven’t changed a bit. I’m as good as four pigs. That means if I’m working, that’s three less pigs on the street. Now, why are you here?”

“I want to go undercover and help take down my boss, Frank McCourt.”

“Why?”

“He’s corrupt.”

“Hmm, interesting. We’ll need to fake your death,” my friend says. He sifts through some files on his desk. “Go to the evidence room and wait for me there.”

The evidence room is sparse: a bare bulb, a coffin, a mirror. I get in the coffin and pull the lid closed.

Time passes.

III.

When I get out of the coffin, my friend directs me to look in the mirror. My hair has gone silvery-gray. My cheeks and eyelids droop.

“You’re old,” my friend says. “That’s good. McCourt won’t recognize you. And if he does, he won’t think of you as a threat.”

My friend waits for me outside the room while I change from my uniform into a grey sweater, slacks, and a black leather jacket.

Then my friend beckons me to his office. He has a framed photo on his desk that I don’t remember from before: him, a pink-haired woman, two kids.

He hands me a semi-automatic pistol, which I tuck into my jacket.

“We’re still investigating your allegation of corruption. But in the meantime, you’re going to be McCourt’s underboss—his majordomo.” 

He tells me an address in the warehouse district. Kiké is waiting for me there. He raises an eyebrow in what might be recognition, but he doesn’t tip his hand.

“You’re now one of the most powerful men in North America,” Kiké says in his serpentine whisper, “Did you know that? Please. Please. This way.”

Kiké takes me to a box-like room, barren except for lamp, desk, and chair. He closes the door and motions me to sit. When I do, he puts a sheet of paper on the desk in front of me.

“Should we ice him?” he whispers.

I consider the paper: a grainy, black-and-white mugshot of a man I don’t recognize. 

“I don’t think so,” I say.

Kiké puts the paper in a beige folder, and replaces it with a mugshot of a different man.

“Should we whack him?”

This man is noticeably ugly. Otherwise, there’s nothing on the paper to guide my decision. 

I’m not sure how to make these calls. But I don’t want to admit my ignorance, or appear too soft and risk blowing my cover.

“Yeah, I’m thinking we should whack this guy.”

Kiké nods and leaves the room. I hear a gunshot. He returns and puts a plastic-wrapped peppermint on the table along with another mugshot.

“This man—shall we pop a cap in his ass?”

This goes on for a while. After the twelfth gunshot—eleven mints piled on my desk—Kiké returns, carrying a tall stack of papers in both hands. 

He says: “McCourt is pleased with your work.”

“McCourt,” I say, “When can I meet him?”

Kiké smiles. He drops the stack of papers on my desk.

“Now that you understand the basics, we will switch to a more efficient mode of processing, yes? We will talk when you finish your work.” 

Kiké leaves. Now it’s all names, no pictures. 

1. Shall I steez him…Samuel Tibbs? 

2. Should I rub-a-dub him…Bruno Comber? 

3. Shall I bring unto him…Harold Feibleman?

4. Should he expand indefinite…Roman Milbrath? 

5. Does a new life await for…Albertius Beck?

Can these really all be idioms for murder? I wonder, bubbling in the provided Scantron with the provided number 2 pencil. And just how much power do I have? 

It seems like I’m playing God for hundreds of people. And yet I am a blind God, who cannot judge fairly, or see the effect of his work.

At one point I encounter my own name. The question is: “Shall he be compleat?”

I’m not sure what that means, so I bubble in “No.”

I’m a thousand names deep when the chief of police knocks on the door.

“You’re off the case,” he says. “Pack it up.”

“Off the case!”

“The investigation is over. He’s not that corrupt.”

I stare at him, broken-hearted.

“Go home,” he tells me, gruff, but with an unmistakable note of relief. “Hit some baseballs. Find a nice girl. You don’t need to…”

He gestures at the papers.

“He can’t get away with it,” I tell him.

My friend nods. He was expecting this. He peels off his mustache and lays it on the desk.

“I’ve done what I can.” He grins wryly. “One less pig on the streets, eh?”

My friend leaves.

I bubble the Scantron for another thirty minutes before doubt strangles faith. I hadn’t thought at all about the ethnicities of the names I was judging. What if my choices are publicized and seen as racist? Could this be Kiké’s scheme?

Even God could be so cancelled. I put on the mustache and leave.

It’s a blue, warm, and breezy twilight, and there are only two cars in the parking lot: my Ford Gran Torino and a black limousine. I crouch behind my car. To my surprise, a man in a black hoodie is already crouching there.

“Who are you?” I demand.

My Dad turns. “My name is unimportant. I’m here to kill McCourt.”

I have no patience for this. “Murder is wrong.”

“Your mother…”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“My point is, is it still wrong if it’s McCourt?”

“Yes. Yes! But I’m not here to argue philosophy. You have neither the aim nor the conviction needed for this task. You need to leave! Leave! Let me do the wrong thing!”

My Dad looks hurt. That’s fine. He’ll forget. I give him a peppermint and he slinks away.

The sky has gone from blue to black when the warehouse doors open and McCourt appears. 

He’s puffing a cigar and holding court with Mookie, Freddie, and Kiké. Obsequiously they smile at his jokes, as if any reward is worth submission. I decide that I want him to see me before he dies. 

“Frank,” I say, stepping from behind my car. 

McCourt pales. “Malachy!”

I raise my pistol and shoot. Freddie and Mookie scatter. But Kiké jumps in front of the bullet. I can’t believe my eyes. Something—guilt, I suppose—drops the bottom out of my stomach. 

Poor Kiké! He really believed!

McCourt takes a revolver from Kiké’s pocket and shoots me six times in the chest.

I slump against the Ford. I should be dead. McCourt thinks I am.

He walks towards his limo.

But he doesn’t realize that my black leather jacket is filled with densely packed Magic cards, offering protection not unlike Kevlar. 

A seam must have been injured, because they flow torrentially from the bottom of my jacket and into the parking lot—some of them punctured, bloody.

One of them hits McCourt’s shoe. He turns and sees me holding a gun on him. My hands don’t shake.

“There’s no point punishing someone just because you’re old,” he says. 

I say nothing.

“You can’t eat statistics. Someone should have taught you that. And if they didn’t well, I’m sorry, but I don’t give a RAT’S—”

I shoot him in the head.

I can hear police sirens. My friend must have left a few cops nearby. My lips make a horrible, life-denying sneer.

I put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger.

Click.

But nothing happens. It’s out of bullets.

The cards are still pouring from my jacket. I pick up one of them. It’s a baseball card for a player with no name. It just says his position: The Pinch Hitter.

The sirens are getting louder, but I make no attempt to escape. 

Slumped against the car, I wait for the law to arrive.

[ferrocyan]

i didnt get to take the screenshots i wanted for then vs now comparison of tart yet but you can have this

long ramble ahead

it feels especially fitting to do from this account bc it was the first tart i made! theres been quite a bit of changes to her since then, like her hair color used to be a lighter blue, and the eyes were a darker green. i decided to change that immediately on remaking my account though, so tart now has very dark blue hair and light green eyes

heavensward was where her look rly came together for me, including the modern legend hair i won by sheer luck from a fete prize

personality-wise there was also a definitive shift in post-arr. id initially made her as a genki, happy-go-lucky kinda girl, but also decided that her background is connected to ishgard, so then getting to see up close what the deal with ishgard was made me change her to have a bit of a cold loner exterior that the scions had to wait a while to crack. just like any coerthan would, hahah. and then theres the bloody banquet. ive said before that i came up w the lore abt tarts parents before her, though at the time i had trouble connecting that to her story and character. until the bloody banquet happened. bc that plot point perfectly resonated w the themes and parallels id set up from her background. fuck yes. that was the moment tarts character made complete sense to me. then post-stormblood (the ghymlit dark) and shadowbringers (the cardinal virtues) only gave further fuel for developments in the exact direction i wanted, so im feasting, im so happy

in stormblood i thought her character was pretty much solid, visually and narratively, and then bam. the scene with lyse and her sisters dress. it brought about a very.. specific emotion in tart, something like admiration and love, mixed with self-consciousness and a sense of inattainability abt how lyse presents as a woman. and i was like oh my god. you are transgender. that was when i retroactively made tart transfem. it wasnt something i meant to do from the start but it does make total sense, so it was a happy revelation

then almost exactly a year ago i made tart into a catboy

the reasons are.. well the first look we got at the graphical update i did not like the catgirl (i. i still am not a big fan. it just looks wrong..) but that was just a convenient excuse for me to change tarts gender, bc tbh when she functions more as an avatar for me than just a character i do feel slightly uncomfy being perceived as a girl u_u not that ive ever been misgendered by anyone that knows im a guy, i just want peoples first assumption of "me" to be a man. so uhh its not rly made in consideration w tart as a character, and i still feel slightly bad abt that, but unfortunately his character development post-endwalker as a man slaps pretty hard so im afraid there is no going back. there is going forward and making tart transfem again though, itll happen if we believe in her!!

ok thats all for now, have a graphically updated catboy for the road

[florianniss]

Dungeons and Drag Queens

RatedE, Identityporn, drag queen!eddie for @steddie-week July 3: Long / mutual pining / Holding Me by Warlock

The feel is silky and light between his fingers, cornflower blue and not particularly racy. Steve holds the hanger against his chest and looks down, trying to decide if he should get the medium or the large bottoms to go with it. He does some quick math as he looks at the measurements on the tag. They’re both —

“Can I help you?”

Steve comes fucking unglued. He throws the bra and panty set in front of his face to protect himself against attack. He’d been so careful to avoid all the sales clerks. This lady must have been lurking behind the return rack, just waiting for him to make his move.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes, but looks pleased with herself. “Looking for something for your girlfriend?”

“I wish,” Steve mutters as he fixes the strap on the hanger. What he wouldn’t do to make that happen.

“Excuse me?” 

Steve looks up and meets her eyes. She’s probably his mom’s age, her hair teased so high it’s clear she’s trying to look younger. It makes it only slightly less embarrassing, considering he’s been caught feeling up the ladies' lingerie on the upper floor of JCPenneys.

“Uh. Yeah.”

Her smile is knowing; she gets he’s covering up something. “Well, what size is she? Maybe I can help.”

Steve understands she makes a commission, but this is ridiculous. “Um. Well. She’s about my size.”

The woman blinks. “Your size. You mean your height?”

Steve thinks back. With the heels? Yeah. Without?

“No. She’s shorter.” He doesn’t know what this has to do with buying underwear.

She looks at him now like he’s stupid. “And what’s her bust size?”

Steve panics and stares at her. She takes his increased breathing rate for later stages of stupidity. Her shoulders heave a great sigh and she points at one of the mannequins who sports handful-sized boobs. “Bigger or smaller than that.”

It’s good that Steve deals in motorcycles for a living. He’s failing miserably at everything else. “Uh. Smaller. Pretty — pretty flat, actually.”

Steve notices for the first time her name tag says ‘Robin.’ Oh, how his friend would be laughing at him right now.

Robin gives him a look that for sure means she’s sorry for whoever this girlfriend is. “All right. I’m not sure this is the best option for her, then. How about if we try something else?”

Steve nods his head. Because apparently he’s a spineless weakling.

Robin the sales clerk takes him to a rack of nightgowns and pulls a silky cream colored, long floor-length thing that’s more wedding than sleeping attire.

“All the girls love this,” she says, fanning out the dress so it’s skirt twirls. “I’ve sold so many of these I’ve lost count.”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest so he doesn’t touch it and imagine smooth skin beneath the beaded bodice. He’s suddenly picturing long brown hair cascading over bare shoulders, and he wants one too.

“But blue,” he asks. It’s got to be blue.

“OK,” she hums and searches through the rack until finding one in powder blue. “Any particular reason?”

Steve wonders if she’s pushing the cream ones on him because there are dozens still on the rack. He stands his ground. “Her eyes are big and brown. And I think blue would be pretty on her.”

Robin gives him the first genuine smile as she searches his face for something. “That’s nice.”

She hands over the nightie and Steve is careful to only touch the curved part of the hanger.

“Anything else I can help you with?”

Steve looks longingly over one shoulder at the lacy blue lingerie set and wonders if his Robin might agree to pick it up later.

“No. That’s it.”

To be continued on AO3

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You hummed a slow tune under your breath as you stuffed extra streamers into a trash bag.

After lunch, you and Seora were once again separated as you both had to head back to your respective groups to finish setting up.

Everyone then spent the next four hours rushing around, fixing up the room that the fan-meeting would be held in.

"Great job, you guys! The room looks amazing!" Sang-hun smiled, his voice echoing in the large room. "Since the time is nearing nine o'clock, that means that the concert is close to ending."

You halted in your steps, mind short-circuiting at the preppy, grey-haired male's words; you completely forgot that a concert was currently going on as you all were preparing the room for the fan-meeting.

"I now ask everyone to exit and make their way down the hall, where we will have group photos taken before being dismissed."

Setting the box down by the other boxes, you followed after the other volunteers.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to take off your jacket. Its red color clashes against the purple of the volunteer shirts and would stand out." A random woman, who had 'Section Leader' on her shirt, told you with an apologetic look on her face before moving on to another volunteer with a similar wardrobe error as yourself.

You frowned as you pulled the hoodie off of your body, internally screaming about how much you didn't want to do so; it was sort of like a shield between you and the world, and now without it, you felt kind of naked.

With your hoodie draped over the side of your arm, you began following the crowd of volunteers out of the room once more. Before you completely left the room, you decided to sit the jacket down on a long, metal table, opting to come back for it after the pics were taken.

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"I would like to once again thank everyone for volunteering and helping out." Mrs. Lee smiled as she stood in front of the room filled with volunteers. "Now that the concert has ended, this is the end of your volunteer work and the beginning of the fan-meeting.

Please grab a gift bag on your way out as we prepare to transition BTS from the concert hall to here. Once again, thank you all for your service, and have a wonderful night."

Soft conversations flowed as everyone began to break away.

"Come on, let's head out." Seora found her way next to you, nodding towards the exit.

As you both followed behind a group exiting the room, you rubbed your face, cheeks a bit sore from all of the big smiles you had to conjure up for the photos.

"Hey, you good?" Seora stared over at you in a bit of concern.

"Yeah, I just never had to smile so much."

A snort left your best friend's body, "Wow, way to sound so asocial."

About halfway out the door, you remembered something. "Shit. I almost forgot my hoodie."

"Where is it?"

"I think I left it back in the room where the fan-meeting is being held."

Seora allowed a low whistle to exit her mouth. "Ooh. That's kinda fucked up."

You rubbed your arms in worry. "Do you think they'll let me get it before it starts?"

"Probably not. Remember, they're moving BTS to the room as we speak, so they'll most likely have guards posted around the area."

You began to bite on the inside of your cheek, anxious at the thought of being unable to retrieve your jacket as well as the possibility of it being thrown away.

Seeing the look on your face, Seora gave your shoulder a firm pat. "Hey, don't fret too much. Though I said they wouldn't let us go back there, that doesn't mean we can't try."

"But what if we get caught?"

"Then we get caught. I mean, the worst that can happen is us going to jail and being charged with some type of assault or stalking charge, but if it means getting your hoodie back, then I'd gladly spend the night in a cell."

You calmed down a bit at her words, "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Hell yeah! What kind of a bestie would I be if I let you go to jail by yourself?" Seora smiled, giving your arm a little nudge, "So let's go get it."

Using the moving group of volunteers as a cover, the two of you broke away and dashed down the hall. After a few minutes of sprinting and dodging fretting workers, you and Seora arrived at the door.

"Alright, we're here." The metal door had a poster of the seven-membered band, something that wasn't there before.

Grabbing the handle, you creaked open the door, peeking inside of the small hall. After a few seconds of waiting, you heard no footsteps or voices that indicated someone was there. "Okay, I think it's empty. Let's go."

As you made a move to sneak inside, Seora stopped you with a hissed, "Wait a sec."

You turned to face her, wanting to know why she did so. "What? Aren't you gonna come with me?"

"I can't. I have to stay behind and watch out for anyone coming."

Your head nodded in understanding. It made more sense for only one of you to retrieve the jacket instead of both. "Okay, I'll be quick."

Sending you two thumbs up, Seora gave you a bright smile. "Good luck, chump."

Shaking your head, you cracked open the door wide enough for you to slip inside, shutting it behind you with a faint 'click'.

Tiptoeing further into the area, you made your way down a mini hall before coming into a familiar area; your eyes immediately spotted your bright red jacket hanging off of the metal table covered in a long purple cloth.

As you made your way towards the table, you were able to make out the faint sound of conversations and clicking cameras beyond the tall black curtains that shielded the rest of the room from the back area.

Curious, you made a small detour past the table towards the opening of the curtains. A shocked gasp left your lips at the sight of nearly two hundred people seated out in the area, talking excitedly amongst one another, while several photographers took photos of everything.

"Nope. Nope. Nope." Backing away from the curtains, you quickly turned around, making your way back towards the table. Just as you picked up your red hoodie, you heard the opening of the metal door.

Head shooting up, you panicked for a bit before recalling having Seora out there as the lookout.

She would have warned you if it were anyone else.

With this in mind, you felt yourself calm down. But, before you could open your mouth and call out her name, a wicked idea sprang through your head: this would be the perfect opportunity to get payback for her scaring you last week.

As you heard the footsteps nearing, you quickly grabbed the jacket and ducked underneath the table.

Pulling your knees to your chest, you couldn't help but allow an evil-like cackle to echo inside of your mind as a pair of feet came into view.

This will no doubt be the scare of the month, you thought, picturing the frightened expression on your dear friend's face when you scare the fuck out of her.

As the feet came closer to the table, you mentally prepared yourself to reach forward and grab her by the ankles. Okay, in one...two...thㅡ

Your thoughts were immediately cut off in shock as the pair of feet were joined by six other pairs.

As your mind raced to piece everything together, you watched as the seven pairs of shoes were pulled out from under the chairs seated at the table, sitting down; you were met with a plethora of different shoe brands and colors.

Wait...seven?

Time seemed to stop as it finally clicked.

The sound of the curtains getting pulled backfilled your ears before being overshadowed by the exclamations of excited fans.

"The moment you've all been waiting for...BTS!" Eyes wide, your mouth dropped in horror at the announcer's words; you were a mere centimeters away from the one and only BTS.

Shit.

A/N: HAHAHAHA

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 5

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters. 

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on. 

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, alcohol, ageism, pregnancy, gossip, manipulation, kinks and fetishes, mention about cheating, cult, I'm taking freedom to write about esotericism and make up things that work for the story, mentions of neglect of children, jealousy.

Notes: Of course there is many groups connected to esotericism that are great. This is just one made up group and it can be just as great or it isn't.

"Your team doesn't know what they're talking about!" Said Aurora's make up artist Patricia while searching for the perfect highlighter among her things on the table next to them. "Your fans love Bill! They see that you really love each other and want you to have a child together." 

Aurora, who sat on the high chair in the hotel suite in front of Patricia, shrugged her shoulders. 

"They said many have written that it was good I had a miscarriage." 

They were awful words but Aurora had learned to not become affected by people's mean words, they were after all just strangers knowing nothing about her real life. 

"That's insane people write such shit! But who fucking cares, you and Bill are so fucking hot together and you two will have the cutest baby! Their eyes will be so big they will pop out from their head!" Said Camille, a friend of Aurora who sat on the white couch trying on a pair of Aurora's high heels that were way too small. The rest of the four girls surrounding Aurora agreed and she smiled gratefully until her new favorite song started to play loudly from the speakers and she rapped along with the female rapper. 

Bill sat in the car outside of the hotel they had checked into a few days before, waiting on Aurora. They had a dinner reservation and for the first time since the miscarriage they would go out together. In an interview with him for a new movie the journalist had written a footnote saying Bill and his wife, pop singer Aurora Lou, had a miscarriage and after that all kinds of talk had been out there. Most of it was kind but there were also people writing the most awful things about them. As usual, Bill was worried about how Aurora would take it even if she had more distance to it than him. 

When he started to get tired of waiting he saw her come out with her girlfriend Camille. Bill held his breath when he saw her, just dressed in a silky short black dress and the highest fuschia colored heels. Her shorter hair was now evenly cut, in a lighter color and had the ends bent out and bouncy. Like always, she looked so sweet but with a sexy twist. How could she even walk in those heels? Bill looked so much at his wife he almost missed who she was standing by and talking to. It wasn't just Camille but two bearded men. One of them, Derwin. Bill sighed but had decided to not react with anger. He looked at the group talking with each other and examined how the men looked at his girl. He already knew they looked at her with desire but tried to see if they were trying to manipulate her in any way but couldn't see anything and he didn't have much time to study them because Aurora said goodbye to the whole group and walked towards his car. When she was close she knocked on the window to Bill's bewilderment and when she knocked one more time he leaned forward to open the door. He gave her a strange look until he saw her smile innocently and bite her lip. Oh. 

"Excuse me, um, I'm sorry but can you help a damsel in distress?" She smiled sweetly and played with the edge of her dress. Her nails were well manicured again and in a glimmery soft pink. 

Bill took on a role fast and gave her an uncomfortable look, like he didn't know how to act. 

"Okay?" He said doubtfully as he looked at the lacy neckline of the spaghetti dress. 

"I've lost both my wallet and phone and would really need to go home, please can you give me a lift?" She smiled sweetly and sat down on the car seat without getting an answer. Bill looked at her like he didn't like how comfortable she was in his car but also discreetly noticed how her dress rode up so much he could see her panties if she spread her legs. 

"Fine. Fine. But…" he looked at her doe eyes then down at her neckline again. 

"I will need some sort of payment. Time is money, you know." 

Aurora looked like she was confused and then looked down in her handbag. 

"But I don't have anything…" She mused, looking up at Bill again. 

"We can probably come up with something…" he said, pulling the door close behind her and giving her a hard gaze. Aurora smiled a little to herself while Bill started to drive, he was just so hot when he acted like an asshole and also driving the car so confidently and relaxed. He wore a khaki, cuban collared shirt with short sleeves that hugged his biceps and Aurora was enticed into making her character be horny so she could watch his arms and hands shamelessly. 

"You're married…" she said teasingly, in character, and pulled up her legs in the car seat. Bill looked down at his rings and gave Aurora's hands a fast look. No rings at all. He sighed like he thought she just said stupid things and instead looked at her legs and the high heels. 

"Is your wife nice? Are you in love?" She asked teasingly as she spread her legs so Bill could see her white panties with yellow lemons. Bill looked between her legs and gave her a dark look. 

"Don't ask so many fucking questions. You know what kind of payment I want. Go to work." He gave her a harsh look and Aurora felt her heart beat in her chest. It was so easy for him to just disappear into a role. His voice had even changed and he looked at her with a dark sexual gaze, empty of the softness he otherwise had when he looked at her. 

He drove to a street where there weren't as many cars and people and with some struggle he opened his belt. 

"I promise to take you home when you have sucked my cock, otherwise… I probably must call my wife and say I will be late for dinner." 

Aurora tried to hold character, tried to not push her legs together but she just liked it too much when he acted like that. 

Carefully she took off her seat belt and leaned forward so she could open his pants. She wanted to kiss that little belly he had while sitting down, nuzzle the hair on his pubic bone but that would be expressions of love, nothing her character would do instead she acted like she was nervous and it took time for her to get his cock out. Bill sighed and pulled his hard on out and took a hard grip around her newly styled hair. 

"Take it all in your mouth. Show me how fucking greatful you are," he hissed and pushed her head down when she had taken him in her mouth. She did as told and moaned loudly while working her mouth up and down his shaft. Bill left the character to focus on being able to drive while she deep throated him. He was in some sort of dream-like daze, a world where he was both himself but also in character so when a man in a car driving by slowed down to watch Aurora suck him off and probably showing her lemon panties for the man, Bill smirked. The man probably didn't recognize him and couldn't see Aurora's face. Just her bum under the short dress. Bill made a turn so they wouldn't have the man staring at them but he still was a bit amused of it all. 

××× 

She had just come back from the ladies room, she had fixed her hair and make up that had been ruined when they had played their game. Her stylists wouldn't be happy if they knew what a short time their work would be intact. Bill looked at his wife while she looked at her menu. He was far from an expert but he couldn't see that her make-up was different from before, even if his cum had been all over her face. He would always be amused that she liked that, how she giggled while having his seed over her face, like it was melted ice cream. 

"Hm?" He said when he realized Aurora had said something. She gave him an amused smile, knowing what he thought about and laid her head on the side. They sat in a booth in the corner so they had some privacy. 

"I will design lingerie," she said and smiled proudly. Bill was quiet and then smiled a little. 

"Oh?" His smile morphed to a big smirk and he took a sip of his whiskey. "But you don't use lingerie?" Mostly she wore just basic cotton panties. 

"They don't need to know that. And, oh! It's for pregnant women."

She said it like there wasn't anything weird at all but Bill furrowed his brows and waited on more information. Aurora looked up at him with a smile when she felt his gaze but misunderstood what he wanted so she just scooted closer to him and kissed his cheek. Bill chuckled at her obliviousness and shook his head. He looked at her taking a sip of her alcoholic free sparkling wine and eyeing the menu. 

"So you must get me pregnant," she said and looked up at him with a smile. "Like as soon as you can. You've got a job to do." 

Bill gave her a confused smile and laid his arm behind her on the backrest. 

"I said to them that I can do the pregnancy collection because I will soon be pregnant again." 

Bill sat and looked at her with furrowed brows a moment until he made a sound of amusement. 

"Looou.." he said with a sigh but smiled. "You can't promise such a thing. It can take time, you know and the doctor… He said it would be best to wait and I think so too. Are you really ready? After everything?" He dragged her close to his side and played with her hand in his. 

Aurora looked between their hands and his face. She had put on the rings now. She felt lost without them, they were a source of comfort, like having a piece of Bill around her finger. 

"I don't know… I think so?" 

Bill nodded a little and gave her head a kiss. 

"I've always thought those two were a weird match, that it can't be a healthy relationship but…" 

"Yeah I know, but they have been here before and he cares for her like she is his princess and the way she looks at him… They really seem to be in love…" 

The two waitresses whispered to each other by the bar about Bill and Aurora. It was nothing that they heard and nothing they cared about. They were occupied with each other as usual. They even made out softly and the waitresses continued to look at them with big eyes. Bill had his arm around her and when he believed no one saw he dragged the strap of her dress down so he could play with her nipple between his fingers. Aurora just giggled into the kisses and the waitresses looked away with a shocked laugh. Both of the waitresses could guess what the couple would do after dinner. 

××× 

The doctor dragged the pointer over Aurora's belly. 

"Is it something?" Asked Aurora for the third time while Bill sat next to her. He didn't want to hope too much, they had only tried for two months. Two months where Aurora still had had problems with her period after the miscarriage. 

"There is something there," said the doctor, the Swedish doctor they had visited before. The doctor smiled brightly at them both and pointed to the screen. 

"There is a fetus, It must be eight weeks old." 

"Eight weeks?" Said Bill with an exhalation. The week they had decided to try. The week they had been out to that restaurant. 

"Yes." The doctor smiled at Bill who looked at his wife who laughed with joy. Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks all rosy. 

"Eight weeks?" She turned to Bill and giggled. "Super sperm," she whispered and lifted his hands to her lips to kiss his knuckles. 

It wasn't as if the doctor didn't hear and she knew all too well that Bill already had three kids and that his dad was famous for having eight children. Super sperm sounded fitting. 

Bill smiled a bit embarrassed but felt the manly pride pump in his veins but tried to ignore it. 

"But now, we won't need to worry that the same thing will happen again," he asked and laid a hand next to Aurora on the bunk. He just wanted to touch her belly, soothe the little one. 

"No, there is not a higher risk for this to happen to you compared other women and hopefully you will have an easy pregnancy now."

Aurora nodded and pulled down her dress when the doctor had wiped her belly from the gel. 

"I will really do everything in my power to be healthy and take care of this little seed." Bill smiled lovingly towards her and helped her down from the bunk. She gave him a hug when she was down on the floor and he laughed a little when she made a loud sound of triumph and jumped a little. The doctor looked at them and laughed a little too, they were a weird match but thought to herself that opposites attract. 

"So I will eat a vegetarian diet, but like good fish sometimes. I will do a lot of yoga, maybe like outside? And do mindfulness and breathing exercises." Aurora sat in the security company's boat on the way home and looked through the internet on the healthiest lifestyle for pregnant women. Bill just smirked to himself and let her babble. 

"And you must do the same," she suddenly said and Bill looked up from his own phone. 

"Sorry?" He said and laughed nervously.

"Mm?" Aurora gave him a little smile and patted her belly over her floral summer dress. "You must help me." 

"Sure of course, no alcohol, nicotine… Vegetarian sounds fine, but yoga outside?" He laughed unsurely and dragged a hand through his hair. 

"Please? Otherwise Derwin must help me, you know stretch the inside of my thighs, pat my belly, massage my boobs…" she said teasingly. Bill gave her a tired but amused look and rolled his eyes. 

"Fine. Fine. Will we be naked too?" He joked but met a small smile from Aurora. 

"Sometimes. You know, it's tantric, sex is a part of it. It is one of the human's strongest emotions. It must be a part of soul cleansing too." 

Bill lifted his brows and made a grunt. 

"With Derwin coaching us?" 

"No, I think Sasha will take over. He is more experienced." 

Bill sighed and looked out from the window. This pregnancy wouldn't be easy, he got that. Aurora was a Hollywood girl but also afraid to do anything wrong now. After a while in silence he looked at her sitting with her phone, smiling sweetly and looking at the frilliest baby clothes he had ever seen. He smiled warmly at her and felt his heart glow. Why was everything she did so pure and sweet? He could just watch her all day. He had always thought he would be so annoyed at a girl like her but here he was, madly in love with the pink, giggling girl.

"And I want a cloud wallpaper, you know, like the one in Toy Story?" 

She had probably talked for a while and Bill nodded with a smile. 

"Absolutely. That will be pretty." 

He thought about the headline to the article he had seen:

"Aurora Lou, real life Rapunzel? Must we save her from Sweden?" 

He had just read the beginning where they saw her haircut as some proof he kept her locked in and a picture of their home's tower. It was so silly and it just made him roll his eyes. 

"Can you build a crib?" She said teasingly and Bill smirked. 

"From Ikea? Sure." He kissed her while she giggled and laid a big hand on her belly.

××× 

Bill thought maybe Aurora had changed her mind when it came to Bodya because she hadn't mentioned it but she did after their four months doctor's appointment. They had watched the ultrasound and checked her weight and blood pressure. She was in such good health but on the way home it came up again. 

"So Sasha will come to Sweden in a week. Maybe we should tell the kids before he comes? I think we should offer him a room?" 

Bill sat with a bunch of scripts on their couch and looked up slowly. He looked at the yoga mat on the floor. Thought about the exercises they did in bed and swallowed hard. 

"Why? We can do it by ourselves." 

Aurora sat by the keyboard with the headphones around her neck. She had started to write songs for other artists now as she took a break from the spotlight. 

"We must be doing something wrong? My boobs were so much bigger last time. I really think there is something wrong with our sexual energy." She looked so serious while she was talking and Bill threw the script he was reading on the coffee table with a sigh. 

"If there is something that isn't wrong, it's our sexual energy. We have sex two times a day!" He was upset, not because they had sex so often, that was one of the best things with Bodya, but he was irritated that she didn't seem to be as pleased as him even if he put his heart and soul in it. 

Aurora looked at him in silence and from nowhere she started to cry loudly. Bill dragged his hands over his face with a sigh but then walked to her and took her in his arms, lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around him. 

"You and all your hormones…" he said, took off her headphones and carried her to the couch. 

"Of course that Sasha guy can live here. And of course we can check our sexual energy…" he dragged his hands through her hair, down to her thin tank top. 

"I love our sex life, I love your body, your moves, your strength… That you take care of me…" She said and looked at him doe eyed. 

Bill smiled embarrassed and Aurora giggled. 

"But I'm just thinking about the baby, that the right energies flows through me." 

Bill nodded, even if he didn't really believe in the energy thing, but he would accept she did. There were crystals in every room and a moon calendar in the kitchen. That they have had sex outside among the rose bushes, that she massaged a spot under his balls every morning and he rubbed her belly and chest with essential oils. 

"Invite this Sasha guy. It's okay. As long as you're happy. But… If I feel like he is too close, please can you just listen to me then?" 

Aurora nodded and gave him a kiss. 

"Do you want to watch me do my pushing exercises now?" She said teasingly and played with the silky shorts she was wearing.

Bill smirked and spanked her. 

"Only if you lay on the dining room table again." 

××× 

It wasn't how they planned it. Far from it. Telling his girls they would have another sibling should have been an intimate moment, something just for the family instead someone had taken a picture of the two of them standing outside of the clinic in a loving embrace with Bill's hand on her belly that you could see was rounder when he made the dress sleek against her. 

His daughter sat by the breakfast table at her mother's house when she saw it. She looked at them with big eyes and felt her heart beat of joy. She wanted to do a happy dance but the only one that was there with her was their mother and even if her parents had been separated a long time her father's love life was a sensitive topic. 

"I'm just going to…" she stood up and left the kitchen and left her mother who seemed puzzled. She ran into her older sister who was still sleeping in a ball in her bed. 

"Wake up! Wake up, wake up!" She said and pushed her sister. 

"Stop! What the fuck is your problem?" Said the older girl and sat up in bed. 

Her little sister pushed down the phone in her hand with the unofficial gossip site up. Together they looked at the picture. It felt wrong to look at it, like they peaked in through their keyhole. But they were getting a sibling. Their dad would have a baby again. With Aurora Lou. 

"What is happening girls?" Their mother and younger sister looked in at them through the doorway. The girls' smiled at each other with mixed emotions but then laughed with excitement. The oldest took her phone and pushed at the second name in her phone book. 

"Lou?? Are you pregnant?" She said excitedly and that made her youngest sister scream and jump. 

××× 

Aurora listened to the chaos on the phone and smiled with tears in her eyes. She dragged a hand over her belly. She wanted to scream "yes!" but it didn't feel like her thing to tell. She didn't say anything, just ran up from the basement, where she had her studio, and gave the phone to Bill who was working out in the home gym, the room that would become a nursery. 

"It's your daughters, they know," she said with a nervous smile. Bill looked at her with big eyes, especially when he heard through the phone his daughters speaking in excitement. He gave her a tense smile and she giggled. 

"Hey honeys… Yeah." He laughed. "Yeah… We will have a baby. Ehh… In December. Yeah… A Christmas gift…" he smiled towards Aurora but scratched his arm and neck, signs that he was uncomfortable. Aurora couldn't stop looking at his nervous behaviors, her sweet, big man. 

"Ehh… Hm, we will see about that… You know, Aurora is quite tired…" It wasn't the truth at all. The pregnancy hadn't affected her that way. When he had hung up he laughed with love and shook his head. Aurora snuck her arms around his waist, smiled a bit teasingly. 

"'Aurora is quite tired'?" She asked. 

Bill made a dragged out sound and rubbed his forehead. 

"They want to be here all the time. Live here the whole pregnancy and take care of you." 

Aurora laughed nervously. 

"Oh…" 

"Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea. Especially not when you want to have sex in the garden every other day," he teased and she hit his arm playfully. Bill laughed and lifted her up so he could kiss her lips. 

"Little Lou, little little Lou…" 

××× 

Most often the kids managed to take the ferry themselves to the island. Bill's oldest took care of the little one on the ferry then Bill met them at the port but this day their mother had joined them. Bill looked surprised at his ex when she stepped off the ferry. She gave him a sunny smile like there wasn't anything strange at all. And sure, it was the middle of July and the island was amazing that time of the year but it was also an island without a public swimming area and leaving only residents living on the island there. 

"Hey?" He said and looked at her after he had said hello to his daughters. 

"Hey, how are you?" She gave him a hug and then looked at him amused. "You haven't shaved for a while?" 

Bill dragged a hand over his face, over the stubble that began to get longer. It was still patchy but better than when he was younger. 

"The both of us have only been working so I've let it be. And it's summer." 

He and Aurora had the luxury to both have the ocean and their work at home so their summer days were a mix of relaxing summer and working on projects they loved. 

"Come on now! We must go to Lou now!" Said his youngest daughter to them and started to run, his middle daughter did the same and they giggled and talked with each other excitedly. Bill smiled warmly and let his ex hang beside him. His older daughter looked at her parents with a sigh. She knew it must be weird for her mother, all of it but was still a bit annoyed at her that she was so curious about her father's life she took her chance to peek into it when she could. 

They walked in silence home to residence Isaac-Skarsgård. Bill didn't know what his ex wanted but guessed she just was nosy. Aurora came walking over to the yard when they came, dressed in a white, airy maxi dress. His two youngest ran to her and Bill looked at Aurora who smiled at them, then at him brightly. She saw his ex but didn't care when his daughters wanted to hug and had millions of questions. 

"Does it show?" Bill's youngest asked and laid her hand on Aurora's belly. She smiled at her and giggled. 

"A bit, you can see later. When we take a swim." 

"Hey, congratulations," said his ex and gave her a hug. She hadn't gratulated Bill but he was happy she congratulated Aurora. 

"Thank you." Aurora giggled and unconsciously patted her belly by just the thought of their baby. "Do you want coffee or something? Bill made elderflower lemonade yesterday." 

Aurora took his youngest's hand and slowly started to walk towards the house so all of them could follow her. Bill walked in the back with his hands in his shorts pockets. He wondered if there would ever be a time it wouldn't be stiff with his ex. Sometimes it felt better, when she was in a good place in life. Now she was single and just got cut out from the movie she had a small role in. He could see why his and Aurora's life was provoking for her. He had awards for his acting now, Aurora had several Grammys. 

"Your dad takes care of the tummy really well, you know how good of a dad he is and he is just as good of a dad to the tummy." 

Aurora's voice penetrated his thoughts and he looked at her from behind in her flowy dress and his girls looked at her with big eyes, just as big eyed as he looked at her. 

"Yes, dad is the best dad ever," said his youngest and again put her hand out to pat her belly. He gave his ex a fast look who also looked at Aurora but with sorrow. In the earlier pregnancy she hadn't watched her like that. Maybe everyone felt it, that it was different this time. Aurora laid her hand over the children's hand on her belly and looked at Bill's two youngest daughters. 

"This is our baby. Yours too." 

××× 

Aurora came out to the seating in the yard with glasses and a jar of elderflower lemonade. Bill's three daughters were down at the swimming area, losing their clothes as soon as they saw the bridge. Aurora sat down with the girls' parents, put her hand under her belly so you could see the roundness. She had been bigger the last pregnancy but it was obvious on her petite frame there was a baby in her belly. 

"So… Is there a reason you're here?" Bill tried to ask neutrally to his ex but it still sounded harsh. She smiled a little and shrugged her shoulders. 

"I guess I just wonder how it will be now… A chubby little baby… Both of you have big bombastic careers…" 

"It doesn't concern you," Bill interrupted harshly with an irritated sigh. Aurora looked at them doe eyed but knew it was better she was quiet. 

"But you have three other kids! Will you have time for them or will you just be with your young, rosy new family now?" Said his ex loudly to hush Bill down. 

Bill sat quietly, not because she was right but because he couldn't even believe his ears. 

"Of course not. The girls are everything to me. Them and Lou are everything to me." 

Aurora didn't know what to do, especially when they talked about her. She felt really uncomfortable and poured lemonade to have something to do. 

"We all know you have… Some weird obsession for your girlfriend…" 

"Obsession? She's my wife, I love…" 

"You have a weird obsession and how can you be sure you won't feel the same for your baby?" 

"I'm not obsessed! I'm just really in love with her and yes, I will love that baby but I love our daughters just as much. Of course it's different this time, it's with Aurora, I'm older, we had a miscarriage…" 

"So you confess you will favor this child?" 

"No! Stop making this into something it isn't! I'm just really happy having a kid with Aurora and that doesn't make me love my other children any less." 

Bill looked at his ex with an irritated but a determined look. She sighed but had nothing more to say. Aurora tried to smile towards them both, to settle the fight. 

"Lemonade?" She said sweetly and put down a glass in front of his ex who rolled her eyes at Aurora. She knew his ex would never like her for real so she had on a strained smile but felt calm because Bill took her hand and kissed her knuckles. 

"I think I should go… Congratulations again," said his ex with annoyance and stood up. Bill shook his head to himself but he was worried she would put ideas in their kids' heads. 

××× 

The weekend was cozy and uneventful, his oldest was with an older girl on the island that she had been with every summer the last few years, his younger ones mostly swam and played between the rose bushes so Bill and Aurora had almost as much time for each other as they usually had. He helped her with her yoga, they helped each other with their projects and made out on the couch on the porch. Of course they spent a lot of time with the kids too but in the summer the kids had other things to do then be with them. 

On Sunday night they sat together drinking lemonade and watching his two younger ones play in the water with the dogs laying by their feet. Bill would have loved a big glass of red wine but had promised Aurora to be sober the whole pregnancy and he would keep that promise. They sat close together, Aurora with her legs in his lap and arm around his shoulders while he had a warm hand on her naked belly. She sat in just a bikini and a summer kimono so he could drag his hand over her naked skin. He laid his nose against her neck and breathed in and she dragged her hand through his hair. 

"Must that dude come?" Said Bill with a sigh. 

"Who?" 

"That Body guy." 

"It's just two weeks… It will be good for us," she said and lifted his chin to look him in the eyes. Bill sighed again. 

"But the summer is short… Shouldn't we use it for better things?" 

Aurora was quiet and looked at his daughters. Bill breathed heavily and looked at her profile. He wanted to put his foot down, say no but he would never do that. She believed in this and he didn't want to look down at her and her beliefs. He dragged his hand over her belly and kissed her neck when he realized he had lost her attention and made her giggle when he licked her ear. 

××× 

Tuesday. The day Sasha would come to them. Bill knew he would meet the guy in his home when he came home. He didn't feel as nervous because the security team was there until he would get home. He just needed to speak with Gustaf. Gustaf was much more open minded than him, experienced with yoga and read about all kinds of New Age groups. He had heard about Bodya even before Aurora started her engagement in the group and had said to Bill several times to just let her explore it, that there was truth in their teachings. When Bill made a bit of fun of it, Gustaf gave him a strict look and told him to not be that judgemental. Bill sighed but decided to continue to let Aurora explore but he needed to read more about Bodya. He knew Gustaf read a lot but he also knew he didn't have such a critical perspective as him. 

He took the ferry home, thinking about how the week would be with Rasputin 2.0. Never ever would he just stand there and watch such a guy touch his wife inappropriately. With dry hands and an evil looking smirk. He clenched his fists just thinking about Derwin and really tried to prepare himself for meeting a similar guy but Sasha wasn't at all as Derwin. 

When he came home the house was empty so he guessed they were on the backside. His daughters were probably swimming in the ocean again and Aurora wanted to be close to them so nothing would happen. He walked out to the backside and saw Sasha's naked back at once. He leaned over Aurora who laid on her back and he pushed one of her legs back as far as he could. His back was muscular and full of bohemian tattoos, he had dark dreadlocks gathered in a big knot in his neck. Bill watched them in silence, hearing Aurora's sweet sounds of pain and the guy soothing her with a smooth voice. He looked around with a sigh and saw his girls sitting on the lounge couch and looking at Aurora and Sasha. His oldest smirked a little, especially when the guy stood up. He turned towards Bill and gave him a white charming smile. He didn't look like Rasputin, more like an incredibly ripped Marvin Gaye with tattoos spread over the muscular body. Aurora sat up and smiled a little towards Bill, it wasn't like she didn't understand what he was thinking. Bill smiled tensely while his daughters giggled when they saw the man smiling so big. Sasha gave them a look, a wink and then turned towards Bill again. Bill wished he had worked out more that summer. He wished he had actually taken all that yoga seriously that Aurora had forced him to do. And he wished he didn't have his ugly patched stubble. 

The guy put out a tattooed hand towards Bill and continued to smile just as brightly. 

"You must be William," he said with a smooth melodic voice. 

× 

[littledragondork]

TES Cat AU: Skyrim Thieves Guild

My self indulgent TES Cat art is done, at least my favorite Skyrim Thieves guild NPCs are, Probably gonna’ post the Companions next because I was drawing the Skyrim Dark Brotherhood and for the life of me I couldn’t get Cicero to look right lol, but I’ll take suggestions :3c

(I’m so down with doing the rest of the Skyrim Thieves Guild eventually)

Anyway, my art for Skyrim Cat AU Brynjolf, Karliah and Mercer Frey under the cut, with some design notes :3

I wanted Bryn to be an orange cat, not only because I like orange cats and their low intelligence but because it just made sense. I also wanted him to be one of those massive fluffy cats, the ones that weight like 20lbs/9kg and have more fur than they know what to do with, he’d be 99% fur, go to pet him and your hand is just swallowed by the fur. I made him a mackerel tabby cuz’ I like mackerel tabbies and because they are just super common cat patterns. For a long time I wanted to give Brynjolf Sectoral Heterochromia, which is basically when one eye is 80% one color and has a little dot of another, in this case I wanted brown, but I couldn’t really get it to look right so I ultimately scrapped it.

He also has a docked tail because I liked the idea of all the known Nightingales having something fucked up with their tails.

I also did a little sketch with the thieves guild armor, I think it’ll fit like a harness with a few little pockets and bags. I imagine they’d all have dexterous enough paws where they can make stuff like furniture, buildings, tools, weapons, armor, cook food etc, makes everything a lot easier to me

I imagine all the Nords I’ll draw have ear tufts, extra fluffy paws and long fluffy fur coats, they’d probably slide on ice a lot lol, Think Maine coons, Norwegian forest cats, Siberians. I referenced Maine coons, Lynx and bobcats the most with Bryn here, but he is just a domestic cat.

So, for Karliah (same with all elves tbh) I wanted big ol’ ears, I feel like I could have made them bigger but I decided against it because I didn’t want them to be in the way too much (might change that later though). She is also mostly back cat because I felt it was simple and cute (I have a black kitty and I love her). It’s also not shown here much but she’d have pretty short fur, and a thin and small build, think 10lbs/4.5kg.

Karliah’s tail is shortened and broken (a painless break, the kind that happened as a baby) as to go with ‘all Nightingales have fucked up tails’ deal.

did a more meme-y sketch in this one, I was in a goofy mood and thought it funny how quick both Brynjolf and the Last Dragonborn were to just accept selling their souls.

I imagine all Dunmer would have black or dark grey base coats and those that are tabbies to have them be lighter than the base, so for example a black cat with white stipes or grey with red stripes. They, and all elves will be mostly based on the Oriental Long/short hair cats because of their big ol’ ears and narrow faces but I’ll take creative liberties of course.

Last in this batch is Mercer Frey, I redesigned him at least 8 times, first he was solid grey+ Tuxedo pattern, then he was a dilute grey tabby, then a spotted tabby before I settled on a colorpoint because he was said to be “high born” and coming from a wealthy family, and I was like “hey, colorpoints are fancy cat coats and I can see a rich and powerful family wanting to breed that into their line” and thus Colorpoint Mercer was decided on. I knew 100% I wanted him to be grey because of the whole “grey fox” fan thing he has going on in the game

Seems like every time I would get near him in my playthough, any playthough of Skyrim actually, he’d look at me like I just spat in his drink so I tried to capture that here. Also the Knife cat meme because I thought it fit him.

he doesn’t have a tail because he doesn’t deserve one it’s with the ‘all Nightingales have fucked up tails’ bit.

I also wanted to share my ideas for weapons (still no clue how to do bows) but swords, great swords and daggers, would be little gauntlets made of the specific type of metal that go on the paws, and they would range in size and weight depending on the weapon its based on, so great swords would be huge metal claws while daggers would just be apart of a little leather glove that wraps around the paws. Lots of good ideas cooking up in my Autistic little mind lmao /pos.

I imagine all Bretons will just look like the average street cat, standard issue cats if you will, the common domestic short/long hair, probably have the most diversity in fur patterns and the like.

So that’s what I was able to get done in about about a few hours (with frequent breaks and work in between) A lot of the time was looking at both official art, fanart and the in-game models to get a good sense on the personality (both fandom and canon) and seeing what I can convert more easily to a non-humanoid design, a lot of shape language practice because I like shapes :3

I have a Solid design down for Ulfric but I wanted to do batches with like characters, so all Thieves guild girlies with each other and so all Civil War Girlies with each other, some might be drawn in pairs as well, like Hadvar + Ralof or Vilkas + Farkas.

[mostspecialgirl]

Insiders (2023) - redrawn from 2019

(rambling under the cut)

thank you tumblr for compressing my image down to disgusting crusty poop pixels on the app

i love to do a new big reference piece for my babies every few years, and the time has finally come due… and WOW !!! LOOK AT THAT IMPROVEMENT !!! everyone looks Normal And Alive and Non Bugeyed !!! everyone is a little less pasty white (im talking about you, tanith) !!! i think they all show a lil bit of nice personality in their faces now too which is lovely for me. i love to see my children happy. now to write about each of them

angelo’s line art has the least effort into it here and i was GONNA redraw him but honestly if anyone is going to look like a scrunkly little bug IT IS GOING TO BE HIM !!!!!! It’s been a minute since i’ve drawn his body-saws and on a whim i made them red AND !!! IT WORKS !!! I’M A FAN !!! i think he’s due for a main-outfit change though. not sure. i struggled with finding him a natural-looking skin color too because i’ve slowly made him as a person less undead-corpse-like and i think i’ve found a good spot. for now.

i pulled the perfect angora out of my mind and honestly i am shocked at what i have created. she looks so sweet and kind and innocent here (as she should) that to any unfamiliar observers you’d be hard pressed to tell she’s a big lazy gross vulgar piece of shit rat of a fishwoman. and that is EXACTLY how it should be. i have lost the plot for too long, giving her more sharp edges and a hunched back and wild expressions, but the standard angora really should be deceptively pretty. because that’s my girl.

Mila looks great as always. What more can I say? She’s always perfect. I had fun giving her lips for the first time!

AMPH … MY ADISHESHA … (slamming my fist down) I’ve finally perfected him… isn’t he pretty? isn’t he so pretty? I chose to draw him in his naga/incarnated form instead of the shadow form this time because i wasn’t lazy. I decided to throw a big coat on him, originally intended to be more lab coat-y, but influenced by how fucking cold it is outside i allowed myself to give him a big fur collared one. because if you can’t tell i love giving characters though. i think it worked out well for AMPH here, and now I have to be putting him in all sorts of cowls and capes until the end of time.

TANITH !!!!!!!! GGGGYRRRRAAAAHHHHH!!!! LOOK AT MY GIRL !!!!!!! I’M FERAL OVER THIS!!!!!! LOOK AT MY IMPROVEMENT !!!!!!! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve colored her, but i changed her palette in my mind a while ago AND looking at it here ? existing ? i’ve done it again. My lovely little sword daughter … i know i JUST doodled her but christ something was in the water here because SHE LOOKS SO GOOD. this is the best ive drawn any of them. i gave her some nice clothes this time instead of her usual big t-shirt because i realized i only gave her that in the past because i didn’t know how to draw clothes.

speaking of “best ive ever drawn any of them” somnus … THIS IS HIM … i’ve gotten close to capturing him in all the times i’ve drawn him but i think i’ve finally pinned him down here. and of course, he’s hitting the same pose as his wife because they’re cute like that. i ripped his colors straight from the solo reference piece i made for him a while back which has held up quite wonderfully.

FINALLY !!! SETH IS HERE !!! HE HAS ARRIVED IN PROPER INSIDERS GROUP ART !!! he looks pretty good here. i think he could still look BETTER, but for the purpose of having a nice group reference piece he looks pretty great i think. I struggled pinning down some colors for his clothes and was pretty lazy with the Purple Under His Hair That Glows BUT WHO CARES !!!! LOOKS GOOD TO ME !!! LOOK AT MY HANDSOME SON !!! i also decided to stick his full name on here that i’ve kept vaulted up for the reason that i’ve never had to put it anywhere before. if you know why he has “-zoe adamiel” as his chosen full name, congrats, you’re a huge fucking nerd.

eventually, i’m probably going to tack daisy, kane, sampi and demiurge onto the right side of this piece, but that’s for another day down the line. thanks for reading!

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

If Hunter was raised by a better adoptive family, would he have any interests other than reading books? Like any sport and if so, which one? Also I have a question about Ada and Gunner - you mentioned that Ada would going to dance, did you have a specific style in mind? Would Gunner have had short hair or longer hair while living with his adoptive mothers? And what about the style of clothing? Sorry for asking about such trivial things, I got sucked into this AU 😅

So many questions, I love it! 💞

Hunter in my mind is a little nerd and always will be. He can still be athletic, defiantly likes playing games if asked or in P.E at school, and will play soccer with Gunner and Spider in the cabin but he wouldn't actually have an interest in any sports and that’s regardless of better parents

Ada would start dancing ballet around 4-5 but would branch out into other styles as she get's older. I can see her really enjoying tap too, because of how loud and energetic it is.

Style wise, Ada is very colorful and eccentric, lots of hot pink, purple, bright blue, neon green, fun patterned leggings, and glitter everything. I’ve been writing a part 3 and in that I mentioned that Ada is big fan of Tangled and decided when she was little that she wanted hair like Rapunzel  so it’s insanely long, like past her butt. She’ll wear lots of big bows in it or flowers or clips with rainbows and unicorns on them in her hair and one of her moms always helps her style it.

Gunner is the complete opposite. He’s very laid back and low maintenance, and his style reflects that. His clothes are sporty, easy to move in, comfortable. Probably would go out wearing things that clashed if his moms didn’t help him pick his outfits, because he legitimately does not care. Clothes are clothes so why can’t the bright orange basket ball shorts go with the striped purple shirt and the lime green shoes. He doesn’t care about his hair either so it’s just kept short, off his neck, out of his face, with just enough length on top for his curls to show. It’ll actually start to annoy him when it gets long enough to get in his eyes.

I had the kinda dumb idea that maybe Gunner’s hair was getting to that point were it starts to annoy him when he was kidnapped, so after a few weeks it’s just a grown out mess that’s driving him absolutely crazy but he won’t say anything about it. Since the twins are only 10 Ada still needs a little help maintaining her hair but she won’t let any of the adults help her so Spider does, brushing and braiding it for her every day. While helping his little sister Spider notices Gunner blowing his bangs out of his eyes, looking like he wants to punch a wall because of it and offers his assistance. Gunner’s hair is still too short to braid but Ada runs and grabs all of her hair clips. The ones with rainbows, butterflies, flowers and unicorns on them. And her and Spider just pin all of Gunner’s shaggy hair up so he’s comfortable. He looks crazy in the end but he doesn’t care, he feels better now so what else matters. Quaritch sees his youngest son and is just like what the fuck kid, just let me cut it for you. Gunner can see the clear disapproval in his father’s eyes and because he’s petty and stubborn decides to grow his hair out, even though it annoys him, and let his siblings do the silliest shit to it every day just to see a little bit of Quaritch die inside when he lays eyes on him. Probably a bit of crack idea but it was entertaining in my head at least.

[tinyidle]

Alr I've thought about this a lot: Dom Yuqi x Fem reader smut fic (Yuqi is g!p only if your comfortable with it) where R is a former stylist and is now manager for G-idle and during a concert, (can't decide between Nxde era or Tomboy era so your pick) there's a wardrobe malfunction with Yuqi's outfit and all stylists already left so R has to help her and Yuqi seduces her and it ends with the members going where tf are they and they see both of them and realize what actually went down cus it sure as hell wasn't R helping Yuqi (not in that way at least ;) )

(Also R calling Yuqi mommy bcs she is and no one can tell me otherwise)

degradation kink if possible

word goal: 1000

goal accomplished?: yupp; 1.3 k

😁😁

I Just Know You Did This On Purpose - SYQ

WARNING: smut ofc, public-ish sex (they sort of get caught), begging, inappropriate horniness, mommy kink, praising degradation bratty!yuqi, switchdom!yuqi, g!p yuqi, b!g d¡ck gigi all my 'characters' with d*cks will never have small ones, bratty-yet-compliant reader, switchsub!reader, fem reader, fiction

it was the 'tomboy' promotions, the first comeback they had in over a year, yet (g)i-dle were being warmly welcomed by all the loving support from fans and idol counterparts alike. you especially liked it since you get to see your girlfriend in action while in korea, not just china.

they had tons of gigs and shows to do, and were to have a world tour soon. what you loved about all this was that you were managing the entirety of their schedules, making sure they got adequate rest and had tons of fun while practicing and performing.

in one college concert, the staff were running back and forth for yuqi-- specifically the stylists. one by one each one was leaving for their lunch break, while one was particularly struggling with the costume piece.

"ugh! i cant find shorts that'll fix this problem," you heard one of the stylists exclaim. you were about to walk over to ask what the problem was until you saw the stylists towards you. "can you please help us with this problem, sunbaenim?" you nodded and headed towards yuqi.

checking to see what the problem was, you asked the rest of the members and staff to clear the room. "i can handle this, but i need everyone to leave and go to the practice stage and monitor the girls as they dance to make sure their clothes don't malfunction. got it?"

idle and the staff politely agreed, bowed, and left to do practice. when the room was silent with only the two of you, you kneeled down. "okay, let's see what's the pro-

-blem," you rolled your eyes.

what made you and the stylists concerned was literally nothing more than a yuqi-problem than an actual wardrobe malfunction.

your girlfriend was horny.

unfortunately, when the brightly-colored haired girl got hard, her bulge would be all but unnoticeable. and no other place would be appropriate for her to be having thoughts to encourage her current wood than here, but alas, here it was, straining against her jeans.

you frowned and began to scold the taller woman. "how the fuck am i supposed to get this fixed before your stage?" as you felt a hand come and caress your face, you quickly swatted it away. "not now gigi," you warned.

yuqi pouted as you snorted at your cockblocking your girlfriend. "pleaseee," she tried pleading with you. "i need my baby in order for this to go away."

you weren't having it. "go rub one off and then ill see you later." you got up and attempted to head out the door. until you found out it was locked. you turned around and saw yuqi's pants to her knees, panties also down; her thick, long shaft slightly swinging back and forth like a pendulum. "did you-"

"i told shuhua to lock the door on the way out," yuqi explained. with a stretch of her hand and a curl of her finger, she motioned you to 'come hither', or, in layman's terms, come towards her. there was no way you could get out of this now, so you decide to heed to the action and, well, hither.

"you know that my cock's too big to 'rub one off,'" yuqi quoted you mockingly with air quotes as you scoffed. "besides, the only thing that get me off is your, tight, warm pussy."

you, getting instantly turned on by yuqi's expletive seduction, tried hard to not show it. but it failed because you found yourself kneeling down, pumping yuqi's aching cock.

"mmh, just like that, sweetie," she praised you. "stroke it just like that. my perfect whore." you were swift yet precise: not a crevice of skin was left untouched, the base was given as much care as the meaty tip, and your hands felt like baby's skin to yuqi.

she was soon to bust on your face if you didn't put it in your mouth. "put my dick in your mouth, sweetie," yuqi instructed you. and so you did. at first you struggled to get her girth in, but with tons of practice (which is what the chinese woman should have been doing with her members at the moment), you were deepthroating her within the one minute it took for yuqi to lose it and nut in your tight mouth.

as you pumped yuqi back to full hardness, yuqi whined. "let me taste you," yuqi begged, her hands going up and down your smooth legs through your tight-fitted jeans..

"oh no, yuqi. i gave you a blowjob; that's all you're getting from me." and yet, here you are now, bent over while yuqi was equally bent over your backside. she held each side of your ass cheeks, spreading them open to plunge her tongue deeper into your fluttering hole. you found yourself whimpering when you felt a manicured finger glide unto your clit and started rubbing small circles.

"s-ss-shit," you gasped, your essence pouring out of you as yuqi started kissing around your cunt and under-part of your thighs. after gaining your breath back, you turned your head around to look at your girlfriend who was still kissing you all over your bottom. "im done, gigi. now let's get you ready to practice. you only have about ten more minutes before- HEY!"

the woman wasn't having any of it, pushing you back down and putting your hands behind your back, securing it with her own two hands. "no way, sweetie," she said smugly, letting one hand go to hold her still-hard cock, rubbing it along your slit. "i need you. all of you."

you felt the surge of her dick into your hole, making you moan louder than you wanted. you did your best to whisper, "you planned this all along, did you?" instead of getting an immediate answer, you got to hear the frantic and pacing thrusts of yuqi into you, which made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

your girlfriend chuckled as she was hearing you fall apart for her. "maybe it was, maybe it wasn't," she finally answered, right when your mouth started quivering at your impending orgasm. "but it's worth it if i get to stuff you full, isn't it?"

using one of her hands again, she went to rub your clit, lowering her mouth down to suck marks into your skin. you started panting heavily. yuqi started to breathe heavily too, nearing her release, but she needed you to break first. "look at my perfect whore, all worked up because of my cock," she degraded towards you. you started whining. "aw, is she getting impatient? maybe you should beg for what you want."

as much as you wanted to scoff and tell the woman to 'fuck off', you couldn't take how your bud was being abused by her skillful slim fingers. not to mention her huge cock practically pounding in your hole. you decided to put your pride to the side and break. "please, mommy. please let me cum! i need it," you cried.

with a smile and a couple of angled thrusts, yuqi was satisfied. "good job, baby. now cum for mommy like the perfect whore you are."

..

by the time it was time to get ready for the show, the girls didn't see yuqi and was worried.

"shuhua, go get yuqi, please," soyeon instructed the maknae. bowing slightly, she practically ran to the dressing room, stunned to see both you and yuqi looking as if you were getting dressed.

when yuqi was about to explain herself, shuhua just put her hand up while closing her eyes. "it doesn't matter," she said, her eyes squeezing tight. "just get ready. we're all waiting for you."

both of you laughing, yuqi nodded and went outside. you, on the other hand, had to head to the bathroom as you felt your girlfriend's cum soaking through your panties.

might as well have titled it "perfect whore" or simply "no" lol. hopefully this gives anon what they wanted

[vampsickle]

rockstar. ☆ ( dmc3 ) dante

☆ tags - fem!reader, use of petnames, not rly rough? maybe kind of, rockstar 3dante is so sexy, you both fuck in a bathroom sorry, unprotected sex, dirty talk, no plot..

☆ wc - 2.4k

☆ a/n - i saw this art of dante as a guitarist and my brain short circuited tbh. hes so sexy :( sorry im only writing for 3dante but im also not bc the lack of 3dante smut is criminal !! anyway. enjoy or dont. i run out of ideas fast so nvr forget request are open -_- and it doesnt just have to be dmc.. im open for whateva! also not proofread i wrote this at like 2am gn

☆ synopsis - you’ve been a big fan of a certain rock band, fixated on the lead guitarist: dante. when you arrive at the concert, you get to see said guitarist, and maybe receive more from him.

Dante’s been touring around the country for a while now. It’s no surprise he’s the latest heart throb, with his long hair— which is also the color of snow, and his beautiful blue eyes which would capture the entire audience. His guitar skills are no joke. Honestly, he’s probably more popular than the band itself. Dante and his band had arrived in tour state, and you bought tickets for the concert just in time, all while thinking up a plan to meet him. And maybe get him in bed.

You’ve been telling your friends about this for months now, how you’ll meet him at his tour bus, looking all cute— and he couldn’t refuse you. At least, that’s how you’d hope it play out. He was around your age, anyway. And guys like him are always desperate for something. Being a rockstar like him, with no breaks, just making music and not even getting to go home to someone you love must be exhausting.

You make yourself sad thinking of it, so you stop, instead focusing on how pretty he is. Your small radio plays their songs and you hum along as you apply your makeup. 

It’s been about an hour deciding on your outfit- - so you put on a black mini skirt with black sheer stockings, and some black arm sleeves with small opaque roses sewn into them. Your nails are painted red, Dante’s favorite color. 

At least— that’s what he said in an interview. His brother, Vergil, liked the color blue. They are twins, you suddenly remember. But both their voices are so different from each other and so is their clothing. 

-

Your friend picked you up around 8pm, just thirty minutes before the concert. The night chill hits you and your uncovered skin erupts in goose bumps. Luckily you aren’t waiting too long before hopping in your friend’s car. She beams at you, excitedly babbling about the band, even more excited over the fact that you’ll both get autographs from the band members. You’re just as excited, except not only excited for the concert and autographs, but for your little plan as well. At least— If it all works. Hopefully Dante won’t think you’re some creep and put a restraining order on you. The though itself freaks you out.

Upon arriving, you and your friend breeze through the line, not bringing any bags. Besides— what for? You kept your cards in your pockets just so you could buy some water. You’re both hopping together in excitement, making your way into the venue, hurrying to your assigned seats. Unfortunately neither of you had the money to get into the mosh pit.

Red and blue lights flash— and your eyes are fixed on the guitarist. God— he’s totally gorgeous. His guitar is so cool too. Now you dance and basically scream to their songs, holding your friends hand, and singing into each others faces.

——

It’s been about three hours, you feel exhausted from dancing and jumping, but the adrenaline rushes into your body when everyone starts rushing towards the autographing area. You pull your friend along, holding her hand tight so you don’t lose her. The unfortunate thing is, even if you do get his autograph, you’ll have to wait til everyone clears out so you can get Dante alone.

The line moves faster than you expected, everyone squealing and buzzing with excitement once they received an autograph. Dante’s all smiles, spinning his pen in one hand, and chatting away. Strands of hair have fallen over Vergil’s head, his cheeks are flushed, but he smiles.. Well, he kind of smiles. Just based off of interviews you’ve seen with him in them, he doesn’t seem to be the friendliest person. That’s alright though, you aren’t here for him.

You’re starstruck when you finally arrive up to Dante, your confidence draining— but you won’t stand there stunned. No, instead, you lean forward so he could get a good view of your cleavage. His mouth dries up, now he’s nervous, trying not to stare directly at them.

“I’m, like, your biggest fan, Dante. Can you sign right here?” by ‘here’ you mean your breasts and Dante chuckles nervously, a rosy color blossoming on his cheeks.

“Yeah—! ‘Course, babe.” if he hadn’t been so shocked by your confidence— and boobs, then maybe he would’ve been up for more conversation. After all, he’s still hormonal, and doesn’t really get any action, despite what everyone thinks. 

Another hour goes by and you’re still sitting close to where Dante and the others are seated, kicking your legs and sipping on water, while your friend has her head resting on her arms— probably asleep. Then the line is gone, and they’re all wrapped up. You gently wake up your friend, softly telling her she should go home, and you’d get a cab back to your place. She reluctantly agrees, raising an eyebrow at your suspicious attitude, but she’s too tired to prod. 

Dante’s leaning back against a wall, drinking from a water bottle that he pulled out from their cooler. Vergil’s gone, maybe using the restroom, or he just left. You take deep breaths, inhale, then exhale. Sauntering over to the guitarist, you gently grab his hand, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Oh— Hey, pretty girl. Didya need something..?” you didn’t expect him to be so shy, especially not when he’s up on stage, screaming and running around, playing his guitar like there’s no tomorrow. Maybe he’s just not good with talking to people who are interested in him.

“Yeah, I do.. I need you, Dante.” 

“Like— right now?”

“Uh-huh. Can you show me what else your hands can do?” 

“Damn, yeah, yeah— sure. Not out here though,” 

You smile at how he’s nearly breathless, squeezing your hand and pulling you away, off towards a one person bathroom. His grip is so tight that it almost hurts, but you chalk it up to him simply being desperate. It’s 1:30 am and you’re surprised you still have the energy to even move. Dante holds you close to his chest and backs up from the door before slamming it shut, fiddling with the lock. You’re leaning against the sink, watching him struggle- he’s so cute. 

He looks so tense, his jaw tightened, but you’re up next to him again. Dante audibly swallows, leaning down so he could kiss you, captivated by you. You’re a siren and he’s a foolish sailor who’s answered your call. Or.. Maybe he’s not foolish. Just horny. 

“Can I show you how much I like you, Dante?” you hum sweetly, and he only nods in response. Wherever this newfound confidence came from— you have no idea. Now finally, you can get with him. Even if it’s in a public restroom. It’s pretty clean though, so you’re fine with it. 

You’ve lowered yourself onto your knees, looking at Dante with doe eyes, and suddenly he’s fumbling with his belt buckle. His eyelashes are as white as snow, just like his hair, baby blue eyes watching you— watching him. It feels like an eternity when he finally gets the damn buckle un-buckled, then he’s unbuttoning his jeans, his thumb now pressed on his zipper. The satisfying sound of the zipper being pulled down makes you wet. He smells really good, too. You palm him through his bright red boxers, smiling to yourself at the color choice, then tugging them down enough to free his cock.

His fingers are trembling and then he clenches his fists, your crimson colored nails catching his eyes, watching your hand pump him slowly. Dante moans softly, eyes half lidded, his toes curling in his boots. He thinks you’re gorgeous, and how he probably looks like an idiot with the way he’s uncharacteristically silent.

But he won’t be silent for long, not when you’ve wrapped your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing along the underside of his shaft. The few veins on his cock that are pumping blood to his pretty pink tip throb when your tongue glides across them, and Dante groans, one hand instinctively reaching to hold some of your hair.

He tilts his head back until it hits the door, and you start to bob your head faster, making sure to breathe through your nose. He’s so big that you keep gagging when he hits the back of your throat, but you close your eyes, only focusing on him. You want to remember this.

“You don’t.. don’t have to— Oh, god,” Dante has to remember that the staff are still out there, and maybe his own band mates. This is not how he expected his night to go, honestly, he expected to get into the tour bus and read some porn mags and maybe try and quietly jerk off in his bunk. 

He cums faster than he wanted to, trying to think of something else, but he’s embarrassed now. On the other hand you swallow it all, or, most of it. A bit of it leaks from the corner of your mouth and Dante inhales sharply, using his thumb to wipe it off, his chest heaving.

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, tucking himself halfway back into his boxers, leaning over so he could pick you up. You make an effort to hold yourself up, but he picks you up like you weigh absolutely nothing at all. 

“You’re not so bad yourself, rockstar..” your hands card through his hair which is so soft, softer than yours.. Maybe you’d ask him which products he uses later. Dante chuckles quietly, taking long strides to the sink, and kissing you so deeply you could pass out. 

Even if he could taste himself on your mouth, he didn’t care, it just turned him on. Was that weird? If you both had more time together, you’d offer more of yourself to him, maybe you could both get fully undressed. Dante props you up on the sink, then he’s greedily squeezing your breasts, staring intently at where he autographed on you. 

“At least I get to touch them now.. Jesus,” he’s talking to himself mostly, but it’s fine if you hear, your heart racing at how he toyed with him. 

“Sorry, baby, we had to skip the foreplay.. Uh— Can I still..?” 

“I wanted this, Dante. I don’t care if you tear up this pussy.”

Your vulgar words make him moan softly, so he steps back to pull down your lace panties, looking at your glistening heat. He’s shocked at how wet you are, face flushed just knowing it’s all for him, and he subconsciously raises one finger to run up your slit. Your entire body reacts, and you whine, wanting him to just put it inside you already.

“Yeah, yeah.. I know, baby.” he grins to himself, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and he pulls himself back out- jerking himself off a few times. Dante pulls you off the sink, holding you with one arm, so you wrap your legs around him. Suddenly his eyes widen and his grip loosens on you, only slightly.

“Damn— I don’t have a condom on me, baby,”

“‘s okay, I’m on the pill, please- just put it inside me, Dante.” 

His response is his cock pushing itself inside you, and your legs tighten around his waist, squeezing his biceps. You both moan at the sensation, and once Dante bottoms out he relishes the feeling of you. 

“You’re gonna make me cum, already, pretty girl.” you can’t respond, still processing all of this, so Dante begins to thrust inside you. Both of his hands squeeze and fondle your ass, instead using you, like you were his own flesh light. Maybe you were okay with that. He takes a couple steps back to lean against the wall, holding you tight, continuing to move you back and forth on his cock. 

Dante buries his face into your tits, moaning and biting at the fabric of your shirt, his nails digging into your ass whenever you tug on his hair. 

Now he’s moving you again, pulling you off of him which makes you cry out softly, bending you over the sink. He shushes you, rubbing himself along your dripping heat, aggressively slamming his hands on the sink to hold himself there. Dante’s planting soft kisses to your temple as he thrusts back inside of you, your walls constricting around him, his hips slapping against your ass. Your mascara runs down your cheeks, makeup absolutely ruined, your lipstick smeared. But he’s just as bad, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his arms tingling, plus he’s moaning and panting like a dog in heat.

“You’re my— fuck- my favorite, oh—“ he gasps, thrusts messy and uncoordinated, slamming into you with no remorse. 

“Am I your favorite, baby? I wanna hear you say it,” his teeth grit at the last part, trying to hold on, but the way you’re squeezing around him makes Dante lose it. 

“Yes! Dante— you’re my- my favorite!” you sob and writhe underneath him, shakily moving your arm to furiously rub your own clit, as Dante chases his own high. When he opens his eyes and gets a good look at your fucked out face in the mirror, he throws his head back and shoots himself inside you. You cum shortly after him, both of you panting hard, attempting to catch your breaths. 

He doesn’t want to pull out, wanting to stay in your welcoming heat, resting his forehead against the back of your head. Finally, he pulls out, and the both of you whimper at the loss of each other. 

“Hey.. Let- let me clean you up..” Dante spoke quietly, stumbling to get some toilet paper, gently wiping the cum that was leaking out of you. You jerk away from his touch, but he holds your thigh, pulling your panties up for you. What a gentleman.

You’re pretty sure that your voice is completely broken, and you’re also hoping no one heard the both of you. Smoothing your skirt, you fall into Dante’s arms, teary eyes gazing into his tired ones. 

“Can I come with you, Dante? I’ll be a real good girl, promise..” you croak, and he smiles, cupping your cheek. He kisses you, softly now, and you both smell like sweat and sex, but who cares. Dante didn’t think he was this emotional, already attached to a girl he had sex with in a public restroom, but you’re just as attached— maybe more.

There’s an angry knock on the door. 

“Are you both done? I’ve been waiting for 40 minutes, Dante. Get out.” Vergil’s voice makes your ears burn— had he heard everything the both of you were up to?

Dante carefully unlocks the door and hesitantly opens it, still holding you close, a goofy grin on his flushed face.

“Oh.. Hey, Verge! Didn’t know you were still here. So, listen, uh..”

You give a small wave, a tired, but lopsided smile on your features. 

“Can she come with us?” 

[urban-witch101]

Hey let's rate the DGR2 formal outfits part 1

Hey look it's the sequel nobody asked for a year late-

Hajime

Oh look, a protagonist who isn't boring!

Hajime is easily my favorite protag. I love Makoto, but Hajime has some snark.

Matches his OG outfit pretty well, but honestly I think a tie would work better. He has one the whole game, and you're gonna tell me he gets a bow tie?

8/10, yes I'm biased.

Twogami

What is it with fat people in these games getting stuck with stripes?

I LOVE the coat.

I can't put my finger on why but they look so much more confident than Togami.

They look like they've got a semblance of their shit together while Togami is just such a coward-

9/10, very in character

Hiyoko

Itty bitty bitch baby

Look at her!

And it's clearly not her old outfit recolored, the hair and textures are all different!

It's pleasant to the eye.

9/10, she's adorable!

Mahiru

Words cannot describe how much I despise this outfit.

This outfit is artsy and cute and fun, but it's not her.

It's so tacky. Her original outfit was just kind of this light academia schoolgirl outfit. Like very photojournalist vibes. It was a little bland, but that was the point.

This is so much. It's like they were overcompensating so they put all the stereotypical art student outfit choices into one thing and it just. Isn't. Her.

0/10, I love Mahiru and they did her so dirty

Soda

This is almost just as bad as Mahiru.

The top half? Excellent. I don't like the color scheme and how it matches his work uniform but I can overlook that.

The slicked-back hair and spectacles? The patches, the tie, the suspenders??

Excellent. So in character.

And then we hit the ankles. WHY.

2/10, he's not even wearing socks.

Mikan

Am I fully aware that Mikan was made for fan service, and that applies to the anniversary? Yes. I don't care. I still hate this.

This is a semi formal celebration and you are in leather high thighs. Like if you got it then rock it but can Sexy Britney Spears Knock-Off stay home?

0/10, I'd be here for hours if I delved into every little thing wrong with this one.

Nekomaru

Why is nobody wearing socks

He's wearing skinny capris. You can see the muscle in his thighs and his fucking knees. Why.

I've never looked at a person and so clearly seen that they dressed themselves, and how they did it.

He's an athlete trainer/manager, he doesn't do formal shit. The most effort he put was probably deciding how much cleavage to go with lmao

6/10, he tried and I laughed.

Teruteru

Pfffft-

Okay okay. Hang on.

It's like if the Pillsbury dough boy was an aesthetic.

I want to like Teruteru, I really do, but his creepy behavior is not it.

That being said, this is something he would wear. I'm not sure if he's pulling it off.

What is that in the middle? A big-ass belt?? A waist trainer??? Help.

5/10, as disappointing as he is.

Part two coming out whenever I feel like it ✌️

[clawsextended]

‘manic pixie dream girl’ is a term she’s heard used a lot. she remembers when it first started on the internet and she was fascinated with the way humanity can boil down a woman to its own desires. she’d sat through eternal sunshine of the spotless mind with a pot growing bigger and bigger in her stomach, clementine’s bug-eyed stare accusing her of just the same facade. selina is all mask on, mask on, fucking mask on, and how easy it becomes to make her just that. to make her an idea, a dream.

once holly called her ‘manic nightmare goth cat’ and it stuck. privately, it is what she is. bursts of experiences. her smile brightens, charm oozing from the dimples so elegantly settled at her cheeks like the inset flawlessness of a sculpted face, created expertly by an artistic god’s hands.

“well, lenny, fortunately we’re big beatles fans in the town where i was born.”

she sings that last bit cheerfully and her voice carries even over the din around them, body bowed perfectly to hear every word, the shrill ringing in her left ear a mere distraction. she watches that mouth speak, those pretty lips talk, and finds herself silently fascinated by each verb and syllable. selina is simple — a beautiful, interesting woman is enough.

“selina kyle.” she leans in, winking, grinning wider and it is wolffish and charismatic and perhaps a touch of a preacher at a pulpit, prepared to say the cleverest thing she’ll say in her life each and every time regardless of the idiocy of the prepared sermon because the performance will more than make up for its content, “c’mon. pick a drink. or a basket of jalapeño poppers. —you have beautiful hair. but i’m sure people say that to you all the time, so, lemme amend — your hair matches your vibe so immaculately i’m not even pissed you’re talking to me.”

she rolls her shoulders with another grin, striking broader, leaning back. even among the broad volume of light and the blinking frenzy of color, the cat is ever feline in how she remains — a static thing among the dynamic backdrop. the world revolves around her entropic stillness.

“i came in on business but i decided to stick around.”

she keeps business vague. if she’s clocked as catwoman, she won’t be surprised. and she’d be fine with it. she can usually tell who’ll be calling the gcpd immediately and it certainly doesn’t look like lennon (lovely name, she thinks again).

@hangtenn asked: "ey yo shawty can i buy you a drink?" she thinks she's being hilariously charming, but she just looks like a weirdo.

this girl absolutely looks like a weirdo. it’s selina’s first thought at the… horrifyingly strange use of the word ‘shawty’. almost instinctively, the cat replies—

“it’s not my birthday.”

and wonders if the reference will land. she blinks, eyes glancing aside, and then a smile lights up her face in a softly charming display. she props her chin upon the heel of her hand and bats lashes so long they’re better suited to a set of knives. her smile pools and puddles outward further, canines just a little sharper than needed, just the way a predator’s mouth has developed. but what a doe she looks like.

“i don’t drink. —what can i get you?”

she leans back on seven inch heels, curiosity written on her face, the way it’s never killed the—

[lowkeyerror]

The Sound Of Your Name

Becky Lynch x Reader

Word Count: 1388

Requested by:@wolfechild15-blog

Request: Becky Lynch x reader in which it happens to be a soulmate au (you can decide which type). R isn't necessarily a huge fan of wrestling but ends up getting dragged to an event because her little brother absolutely loves WWE she would do anything for him.

Masterlist

The universe was created in perfect harmony. Everything has a match, including the people in the universe. There were only 2 signs of finding your soulmate. They happened almost simultaneously; you'll hear their name and then lock eyes. It was said one would know by first look.

The soulmate process is why people are always being introduced to each other. They're hoping to find a perfect match around every corner.

That lifestyle wasn't for Y/n. Sure, she wanted to find her soulmate, but she believed it would occur naturally. All that got her was a so far, unforgiving love life.

She was so bored with herself at this point, she'd spend time with anyone. That's how she ended up hanging out with her 15-year-old brother all the time.

They actually got along pretty well. She saw him as a slightly weirder version of herself. As a treat for not throwing a fit about having to hang out with her all the time, Y/n bought her brother tickets to WWE Monday Night Raw.

Her brother was an avid watcher, and she knew it'd be a once in a lifetime experience for him. She even got front row seats because she wanted the night to be eventful.

While the girl didn't know a lot about wrestling, her brother didn't mind educating her as the show went on.

" So he's the favorite?"

Her brother shrugged," Technically he's the bad guy, but people still support his cause."

" So do we cheer or-"

" BOOOOO, YOU SUCK, ROMAN!"

Her brother cut her off and she laughed in amusement before joining in.

" Ya Roman, my little brother will kick your ass," she shouted at the Samoan man.

The man in the ring glanced at her, raising an eyebrow before mouthing," Oh really?"

She saw the color drain from her brother's face," Hahahaha."

The long haired man ended up winning his match. He shot a little smirk over the pair way while exiting the ring.

His match was followed by a short intermission in which Y/n took her time to find a bathroom. When she finally was able to get back to her seat, another match had already started.

It was a women's match and your brother was absolutely enthralled. It was the way he sat up, just to lean on the rail for a better look. The red head and the purple haired woman were going at it in the ring.

Y/n found herself watching intensely as she saw the women do things she couldn't even name. All she could think to say was that they were putting on a clinic.

The finish was tight. Y/n had no idea who was going to gain the upper hand. Back and forth the momentum teetered, until the red head locked in an arm bar. The purple haired woman held on as long as she could before tapping.

" YOUR WINNER… AND STILL THE WWE RAW WOMEN'S CHAMPION. BECKY LYNCH."

That's when Y/n felt it. Her head turned on its own until she met eyes with the redhead in the ring. She felt her heart start beating ten folds faster. Her eyes felt blown wide and time seemed to slow down.

It wasn't until the redhead smirked in her direction did she snap out of it. Instead of heading out of the ring and up the ramp, Becky headed to the barricade Y/n was sat at.

People cheered her name and continued clapping, thinking this was a normal part of the event. She gets right in front of Y/n's row; smiling and waving at the fans.

Becky peers down at Y/n and asks her," I think this is the part where you tell me your name, lass."

Y/n sucks in breath before answering the wrestler," Y/n L/n."

" L/n? I like that Big Time L/n sounds pretty good, don't you think?" Y/n tints at Becky's words.

"I um-"

" Or do you prefer Y/n Lynch? I kind of like both," Becky smiles down at her.

" Y/n what's going on?"

" She just found her soulmate, lad," Becky answers him.

" No fucking way," he becomes comically wide-eyed just like his sister.

" You two meet me backstage after the show, I'll give security your name," she smiles at Y/n one more time before holding the title up, receiving a loud cheer from the crowd.

The rest of the show is a blur. When it's over, Y/n and her brother make their way to the backstage area. A bulky security guard stands there, looking at the pair.

" Name," his question, is more like a demand.

The woman chokes up a little in front of him," Um, Y/n L/n."

He steps aside to let them in. When they get backstage, her brother is gawking at all the talent," This is insane."

" You're telling me," her eyes were focused on one thing only, trying to spot Becky Lynch.

" I can't believe Becky Lynch is your soulmate."

" Me either, I would've taken you to one of these awhile ago, if I thought this was possible."

" You two look a little lost back here," it was the man that they had been antagonizing earlier.

" Not lost, waiting for someone," Y/n responded to the man.

" You're not planning on trying to kick my ass, are you?" He glares playfully at Y/n's little brother.

Just then a Y/n catches a glimpse of bright orange hair," Stop trying to fight my guests, Roman, or I'll have to put the big dog down."

He puts his hands up in defense," My bad, I didn't know they were under protection from the man."

Roman walks away, leaving the group behind. When Y/n gets to see her this close without the barricade in the way, her heart flutters and her cheeks warm. To Y/n, Becky was entirely too beautiful for her own good. Her eyes traveled the length of the wrestler's body, before meeting her eyes once again.

They stare at each other intensely, not saying a word.

" I'm going to go explore," her brother announces as he stalks away from them.

" It's a little awkward, isn't it," Y/n breaks the silence.

Becky chuckles," It is, but it's also kind of crazy because I can already tell how much you're going to mean to me."

Y/n blushes deeply," I'm entirely intimidated by this, I just want to let you know that."

Becky was hesitant, but she still took Y/n's hand in hers," Me too, but I think the best part is that we get to navigate this together."

As their eyes met, it felt like there was a force pulling them into each other.

It was hardly a kiss, more like a sheepish peck. However, it was all Y/n needed to assure herself that Becky was the one for her.

" I think that Big Time L/n has a good ring to it," Y/n whispers against her lips.

Becky laughs," You don't have any opposition from me as long as I get to take you out."

Y/n playfully pushes her shoulder," How could I say no to my soulmate?"

" Just making sure not everyone accepts their soulmates" she offers a small smile.

Y/n tilts her head," Well, I guess it helps that my soulmate is an Irish bombshell with a championship around her waist."

Becky scoffs," So you only like me for my appearance and achievements?"

Y/n shakes her head," No… but they don't exactly deter me."

Just like that, the banter flows between the two. Y/n doesn't even notice as the time ticks away. It's not until her brother circles back that she realizes how long it has been.

Before they go, the soulmates make sure to exchange numbers and set a date before Becky is set to leave town.

Y/n isn't sure, but there's this pit in her stomach telling her that Becky will ask her to go on the road with her. If the redhead did happen to ask that question, the Y/n might just be crazy enough to say yes.

As soon as Y/n heard Becky's name, the sound of wedding bells echoed throughout her mind. She knew that this would be forever.