#but also you and i became friends because of big toe talk

[eddieschains]

Baby I can’t keep up with username changes, thought where’s she gone now and then I saw you’re now eddies big toe and wheezed💀

oh my god i tried to tag as many people as possible but i know i forgot too many 😭

it’s not my fault. blame @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

[assembletheimagines]

was thinking about steve and a shield agent also avenger living in the compound but having like lots of sexual tension so both make goofy jokes about hook up and then they do but hard and dirty :)

A/N: Omg yes please. Also, if people don't realize I publish without proofing first- apologies!

Warnings: Oral (f. r), dirty talk?, a smidge or hint at a dom!Steve? (like squint and turn your head- it's a little vibe)

The air in the room fills with electricity when the words fall from your lips. Your inner thoughts winning in the moment when Steve and you were lounging in the library of the compound. You two had been relaxing, going back and forth with teasing smiles and lingering looks.

The energy in the small room building as you talked innocently as friend and coworkers normally do before diving into more mature topics. Toeing the line, before your tongue became a little too loose and you admitted you've never orgasmed from someone else.

Steve’s blue eyes darken at your confession the same time your cheeks color red. "It's fine, it just take a moment for me to climax, it's just easier to do it myself, y'know?" The words falling from your lips in a jumble as you try to back pedal but only dig your grave further down. He doesn't say anything for a moment, the silence thick in the air as you wish the couch you were sitting on opened up and swallowed you whole.

"I bet I could," Steve finally murmurs, his voice deep and rough as he licks his bottom lip with his tongue. His gaze already gliding down your body and causing you to blink at the super soldier in confusion.

"Excuse me?" You challenge, eyes wide as you watch the handsome blonde man lean back against the library desk, crossing his arms over his chest confidently. His smile curving into a seductive grin.

He doesn't stop looking you in the eye as he answers, "I can make you cum." And then takes it a step further by beckoning you to him with a teasing curl of his fingers. “C’mere.”

And you have no time to think as your legs move on their own accord. You can feel a wetness pool between your thighs by just the one word, crossing the room with four easy steps. You feel like your body is on fire already and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

His eyes are hooded as he gives you a knowing smirk. “Such a good girl, you follow orders so well.” He coos and doesn’t miss the whimper you let out in response nor the way your thighs squeeze together from his words. "Do you want me to make you cum?" He asks, reaching out for your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm? Want me to show you how good it feels to cum on my fingers, my mouth, on my cock?" His voice low and soft as he dips his fingers under the hem of your dress for a moment, his fingers brushing over the back of your thighs making a shiver run down your spine.

And your nodding your head, the lust taking over. A quiet and breathless, "please," the only permission he's needing before he's moving. Forcing you to take his place against the desk. His warm big hand pressing between your shoulder blades, making you bend over the desk and presenting your ass to him.

You hear him suck in a breath before groaning as your dress rides up and exposes your panties to him. You feel your pussy clenching around nothing in response, knowing he's groaning because he can see the wet spot on your panties. Your thoughts confirmed when his knuckle brushes over your wet folds, the panties being the only thing separating his fingers from your dripping cunt.

"Did I make you this wet, baby?" He asks and your eyes squeeze shut, your legs being knocked further apart by his leg as he keeps a consistent press on your back. Keeping you pinned over the desk. "Fuck, can't wait to taste you. You're going to let me, right? Want to cum on my mouth, right?" He prods, fingers still stroking you over your panties as you try to think and speak.

"Yes, fuck, yes," you press back onto his hand and earn a laugh from him.

"So eager," he hums and you whine as his fingers disappear before reappearing on the back of your thighs. You take a chance to look back over your shoulder and gasp as you see Steve on his knees behind you, his hands rubbing up your legs and pushing your dress up to around your waist. "Don't move from your position." He orders and you stay bent over as he slides your panties down your legs in one slow motion.

"Steve," you grip the edge of the desk, desperation filling your voice as you realize this is really happening. A new wave of arousal forms and Steve's fingers wrap around your ankle, lifting it up momentarily and discarding your panties.

"Fuck, you're dripping down your thighs," he rasps and you keen, blushing as he moves your thighs farther apart. Finally feeling his warm breath fan over your wet folds, his fingers exposing you further as he finally gets a taste of you. His tongue giving a long broad lick, collecting your slick with a low groan.

And that's the final straw, his face eagerly pressing into your dripping cunt after he get his taste. Moving your leg, making you hook it over the desk edge as he sucks your clit into his mouth reverently.

Your at his mercy, crying out as he eats you out like a man starved. His one hand keeping your leg on the desk as the other holds your waist. Tongue swirling around your clit before dipping into your entrance, slurping up your arousal with each lick.

The library quickly fills up with your moans, your hips rolling backwards to press into his mouth more. You can already feel a familiar knot build in your abdomen as Steve works you up.

You didn't know you could be so turned on by hearing him slurp and groan between your thighs. But you're getting wetter with each lick. Thighs tensing as you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. "Oh, just like that," you gasp stomach clenching as you feel his tongue thrust in and out of your cunt and his hand that was once on your waist, now stroke your clit.

The pitch in your cries, increase as he rubs the bundle of nerves in swifts circles. His groans muffled but deep as he brings you closer to the edge. You can't help but think, no wonder no one's made you orgasm, no one's eaten you out like Steve. Your walls clenching around his tongue as you feel it fast approaching. Your hips wiggling back in desperation, you need to warn him, you-

And then your body seizes, a broken gasp echoing in the air before you cry out. Your thighs shaking violently as your orgasm consumes you and makes you see stars.

Steve takes everything you give. Tongue stroking over your twitching pussy, thumb firmly pressed on your clit as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

He only stops when you whine in overstimulation, your breaths coming in quick pants as you slowly drop your leg off the table. Your thighs still shake, but you slowly turn around to face him; and the sight before you makes your cunt throb, a new wave of slick rushing between your thighs again.

Steve's still kneeling on his knees. His bottom half of his face a shiny mess with your arousal smeared on his nose, lips, and chin. His lips puffy from the heavy make out he did with your pussy only moments ago.

He's licking his lips savoring your taste as he stands up. He doesn't hesitate as he nods his head at you, "lay back on the desk. You still need to cum on my fingers before you cum on my cock, baby."

[maxillness]

🇩🇪 || American Town || MSC47 x Hamilton!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, yearning, sub!mick, blowjob, handjob, breeding kink,

Wordcount: 1.7k

The moment Mick had laid his eyes on her, he knew she had to be his

The moment she stepped into the garage with Lewis, he knew she was gonna be his English girl in an American town

He wanted her. He needed her. He couldn’t think of anything else than her

So you can imagine that, when she started going to more race weekends, Mick’s yearning for his teammates sister, didn’t fade a tiny bit

The two of them eventually started talking more, and even hung out outside of racing, much to Lewis’ annoyance

They had become close the two of them, too close for anyone to think they were just friends

“Hey, would you like to go to a café after quali?” Mick asked her as he walked up to her while she was standing in the garage

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Of course” She said, nodding softly as she spoke

“Great” He said, not moving out of her presence, but keep standing close behind her

It had been a great qualifying for both of the Mercedes drivers, so naturally Mick and her had talked about it as they sat in the Café

But Mick wanted to talk to her about something else

“I actually wanted to speak with you about something” Mick sighed, taking a sip of his coffee, avoiding her gaze

“Yeah? What is it?” She asked, leaning back into her chair she was sitting in

“I-… I just… I really like you, I have liked you for a while, I just didn’t know how to tell you” He told her while he made eye contact, until it became too much and he looked into the table, fiddling with his fingers

“I’m also kind of… Afraid of what your brother would say” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood

“Mick” She leaned over the table, taking his hand into hers, making him look up at her “I like you too”

“Really?” He asked, sounding surprised

“Yeah” She laughed lightly “Who wouldn’t like you?” She smiled

He only shrugged “Don’t worry about Lewis. I’m a grown adult” She said, running her thumb over the back of his hand

It wasn’t like their relationship was a secret, they just didn’t tell anyone, mainly because nobody asked

They hadn’t really talked about posting about their relationship on any social media platform

They had talked about moving in together, but with all the immigration papers, it took awhile

She wanted to move in with him, so that meant she had to move to America, which wasn’t ideal, but she wanted to

The day had finally arrived where she could finally move in with him. She had taken a plane in the early morning, and arrived in Texas late afternoon

As she sat in the plane, she felt bad that she hadn’t actually said anything to Lewis at all. Not about their relationship, not that she was moving, no nothing. She hadn’t even told any of her other family

She walked into the airport, looking around for any sign of Mick. She finally saw him, the tall blond she fell in love with more than a year ago

She walked over to him with a big smile. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, standing slightly on her toes

She pulled back, but only to kiss him. She held around his shoulders as Mick’s hands were on her waist, squeezing it softly

“I missed you” She said softly, placing herself back onto her feet, looking up at him

“I missed you too, Schatz” He smiled, leaning down to give her another kiss

They arrived at the house. Sh had been there enough times, but it still amazed her how pretty the place was

It had been a few months before they had decided to post about it online

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mickschumacher My English girl in an American town 🫶

lewishamilton I'm sorry, YOUR girl??

username The moment we've all been waiting for

georgerussell Took y'all long enough

“You’re my English girl” He sighed, rubbing his hands down her back as they laid on the couch

“I talked with Lewis today” She sighed, her cheek pressed into his chest “He cursed me out”

“What? Because you’re with me?” He asked, causing her to sit up, straddling his hips. His hands landed on her thighs as he looked up at her

“Yeah” She nodded, placing her hands on his chest, digging his nails into him softly

“Baby, he don’t matter” He sat up as well, kissing her “You’re a grown woman, you can be with whoever you want” He kissed her again, this time a little more tender

“Mhm. You’re right” She mumbled against his lips, seeking their warmth again when he pulled away

She connected their lips again, pushing him down against the couch, holding his cheek in one hand while supporting her weight on the other

His hands traveled up to her hips, slowly grinding her down onto him, drawing out whimpers from himself

He would have been embarrassed about it if he didn’t quickly learn into their relationship that she loved the sounds that would come out of him during sex, or at any point really

She forced her tongue into his mouth, parting his lips, getting a gasp from him. She explored every inch of his mouth that she could reach

“Always taste so good, love” She murmured against his lips, grinding down on him, drawing another whimper from him

“Please, Schatz. I need you, bitte” He looked up at her with the innocent eyes she fell in love with

“Alright” She nodded, trying to stand up to get to the bedroom, but she was pulled back down

“No, right here. Please?” He begged, looking so pretty from where she was sat

“Here? You sure, baby?” She asked leaning down to kiss him

“Mhm. Please, need you so bad” He kissed back tenderly, bucking his hips up into hers, seeking friction, pulling a whimper out from himself

“Alright. Sit up” She said as she went off of him, sitting down on her knees on the floor in front of him “Shirt” She Said, and he got the hint, taking it off as her fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweats

He bucked his hips so she could pull them down, as well as his boxers, letting him step out of them before she threw them with his shirt

She spread his legs, sitting closer to him as she started kissing up his inner thighs, looking up at him as she did, feeling the warmth of his skin on her lips

“P-please” He breathed, his cock already leaking onto his stomach, leaking down his length

She hums as she slows down her movements, torturing him, earning her a whine

She bites down into his thigh, making his head roll back a long with his eyes into the back of his head

“Baby, I-“ He was cut off with a moan as she suddenly licked a stripe up his cock, slowly swirling it around the tip

“You know what I love about living out here?” She asked, slowly drawing her spit covered hand up his cock

She ghosted her thumb over his slit, making him moan loud and swear something in German “We can be as loud as we fucking want to, and don’t have to worry” She chuckled, feeling him buck up into her hand

“Fuck, I love hearing you” She smiled, wrapping her lips around her boyfriend’s tip, making him grab tightly on the edge of the couch

He didn’t need to beg before she was going down him, taking him whole, gagging as he hit the back of her throat, sending vibrations through him

“F-fuck. Please. Bitte” He started bucking his hips up into her mouth as she moved, hitting her throat at every thrust

She traced his vein with her tongue, making his hips shutter and his arms shake from the force of his grip on the couch, his knuckles turning white

“Schatz, please, wanna- wanna come inside you, bitte” She was taken aback by this, knowing damn well he always made sure to pull out

She pulled off of him, standing up and tilting his head so he looked up at her “Open your eyes, love” He did without hesitation

“You sure, baby?” She asked, making sure that it wasn’t just the sex brain talking

“Please, wanna come inside you. Wanna see my cum drip out of you” His eyes were soft, no regret behind them

His hands went under her shirt. Skin against skin always made her swoon

She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her bare tits as he pulled her sweats and panties down in one go

She stepped out of them and hovered over his lap, taking his cock into her hand, lining him up with her entrance

Mick grabbed her hips tightly as she slid down on him. It drew out whimpers from both of them

She kissed up his neck as she let herself adjust to the size of him. He moaned softly as he felt her sink her teeth into his skin slightly

She started moving her hips, making him dig his nails into her skin, leaving marks for them to see tomorrow

“Fuck. You always make me feel so good” She leaned back from his neck, stabilising her self on his shoulders

“You gonna knock me up?” She asked, seeing a blush spread on his cheeks by her words

“Bet I’d look so good pregnant, hm?” She chuckled, but was quick to be cut off by her own moan as Mick hit just the right spot inside her as he bucked his hips

“Gonna have little ones running around the ranch? Gonna be a good daddy for them?” He just about managed to nod with a whimper

He had started roughly slamming up into her as he was close to his orgasm, as well as her, clenching down on him rapidly

“Fuck, just like that baby” She said as he repeatedly hit the spot inside her that made her see stars

In no time, she was coming around him, clenching around him, pulling him over the edge as well, her name rolling off his tongue

Her body felt numb as she collapsed onto him, his cock still inside her, making sure none of his cum dripped out of her

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mickschumcer Pregnant AND engaged??

sebastianvettel Congrats, buddy

username Little schumis?? 😭

[murder-cookie-dust393]

Ok, ok you don't need to write anything for this if you don't wanna, BUT I don't have anyone to talk yandere stuff with so imma rant about one of my favs here quickly.

So caramel arrow right? Her whole life as been working hard to be the best dark cacao warrior, even when she was younger or her dough would crack, she would train and when she was banished her loyalty never wavered. Not once.

Untill, she meets reader cookies during her banishment, let's say you left a little after she was banished bc you could see how bad things were getting there. So middle, middle you become friends and travel together protecting the villages and what-not.

But after a while carrow finds herself looking to the reader for emotional support and guidance during this time, so she ends up being just as [if not more] loyal to reader cookie than dark cacao cookie. [I mean, if dark cacao dosent want her back then why should she go?]

Because of that she has this big dilemma about her loyalty to the king vs to the reader, personally I imagine she would try to run away or force the reader to leave with her because her obsession would win against her loyalty to the dark cacao kingdom.

Anyway wall of text done ^^u I don't really write, so sorry if it's not verry readable.

Don't forget to drink water btw ^^

A Grip Too Strong

So initially I was confused when you mentioned like middle and stuff but I realized that I think you meant like- MC is a citizen of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. So I hope I'm getting that right, I'm just mentioning it just in case.

This is my first request in a while, so I kinda just randomly typed out whatever. So if the like point of view or just the general writing style isn't very story-like, that's on me. I literally just blabbered lmao

Another point I want to make is that Caramel Arrow isn't filling in her canonical role of the story. I just wanted to point that out because it'll make sense towards the end.

Tw: kidnapping, overly clingy (but also not??)

Caramel Arrow was extremely saddened and frustrated by her king's willingness to banish her under Affogato's untruthful tongue. She felt so alone without her comrades by her side and her job, which she had trained so vigorously for. Yet she carried on, her determination still brewing within her heart.

She was expecting to be alone for who knows how long. To her surprise, she finds one of her people while her usual patrol on a blizzard day. She had spotted the cookie every now and then in the citadel, but she didn't know them at all. She approached them, confused as to why they were leaving; after all, she is the most loyal to his majesty.

"May I question why you are leaving the kingdom?" Caramel Arrow puts away her bow, tapping the toe of her boots to get the extra snow off.

"Oh. You are Caramel Arrow Cookie, I assume? I'm not sure if you know this, but the Kingdom has been crumbling the last few months.." The cookie responds, shifting the pack on their back slightly.

"Oh no. It's probably under the hands of that sickening Affogato. Is it really that terrible?" Caramel Arrow makes a concerned face, wondering just how bad the kingdom's state is.

"The food is scarce, and the soldiers are slaving away trying to reinforce the wall. It's definitely taking a toll on every cookie within the citadel." They answered, glancing back at the wall that defended the citadel from the Licorice Sea.

"I see. What is your name?" Caramel Arrow changes the topic, not wanting to wallow in the negativity any longer.

"MC Cookie." They respond, making a small smile.

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Since then, MC and Caramel Arrow have travelled together. On the patrols, Caramel Arrow hunted the beasts, while MC gathered supplies or helped the villagers recover from the attacks. The two worked diligently as a team, surviving in the cold snowy lands outside the citadel.

After a few months, the two became good friends. They were each other's comfort during times of struggle. They opened up about each other's childhood stories or embarrassing moments. At night, they would stay up later than usual chattering about lots of topics. Although Caramel Arrow had been separated from her comrades, she found herself enjoying MC's presence a lot.

As their relationship with each other gets closer, Caramel Arrow continues to indulge in MC's presence. Soon, she confides in their comfort. She tells them her worries for the kingdom, and the sadness she feels for her king abandoning her; especially when she had been so loyal to him from a young age.

MC patted her shoulder, responding, "You have every right to feel sad and betrayed. The king might be meddling in problems he sees most important, like the wall. I'm sure the advisor doesn't help either. Your banishment is not your fault at all. It's a misjudgment on the king's end." MC makes proper eye contact with her, trying to properly communicate their thoughts to her.

The archer sighs, her posture a little deflated. She mumbles back, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I would be lying if I said it doesn't hurt though."

MC notices she was still a ball of sadness. They glance around in thought, trying to find something that could make her happy.

Snow.

"Can I ask..." MC hesitates, pausing for a single second. They continue, "Did you do snow fights when you were a kid?" They make a smile, kicking some of the thick snow.

Caramel Arrow was a little caught off guard but managed a grin. "Of course! What citizen of the Dark Cacao Kingdom has never played a snowfight?"

Within minutes, the two cookies had two snow forts built and hurling snowballs at each other as fast they could. Perhaps childish, but the nostalgia was definitely there. Poor MC has to dodge as many snowballs as they can, Caramel Arrow has such an excellent aim. They laugh and banter at each other, a friendly competition rising.

Soon, they tire from the play, laughing at each other as they're both covered in snow. They're sat next to each other on a nearby log, still poking fun at each other.

"My fort was prettier than yours!" MC challenges, smiling so much they're mouth is getting tired.

"Well, mine was more practical for the actual thing! Decorations don't matter in the play of war!" Caramel Arrow laughs, slinging an arm around MC's shoulders.

"Still, at least mine was nice to look at!" They lean closer from the arm weighing down on their body. Their posture was slightly bent.

"Funny." She pauses, looking over at their face. "I'm glad you suggested the idea. It really reminds me of home..." She smiles, slightly sadly.

MC pats her back. "Don't get all mopey now, we're still at home. There's still a bunch of snow everywhere and the black sea full of ugly monsters." They try to comfort her with some humor.

She chuckles, "Yeah, you're right. We're still at home."

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As the Cookies of Darkness and Affogato were overthrown by Gingerbrave and his companions. Caramel Arrow was given an invitation to return to the kingdom once more as a Watcher. MC was overjoyed for her, knowing she could finally be happy again. They themselves were ready to return back to the kingdom since the overall state was much better than prior.

But to everyone's surprise, Caramel Arrow refuses to go back inside the citadel. She refuses to let MC move back within the citadel. She wanted to explore the world and spend her days having with them.

"Caramel Arrow, this is our home. We can't just leave it. Everything's okay now. You can get your job back!" MC pleaded, trying to convince Caramel Arrow that they should return.

"Why? That place no longer feels like home. The betrayal, has affected me in ways I've never felt before." She explains, shaking her head. The frown on her face only supplemented her disappointment.

"I know that but- but you can start anew! Your comrades miss you! You protect the kingdom greatly. They need you, Caramel Arrow." MC tries to reason, taking her hand with their gloved one.

"MC, that's not what I want in life anymore. This isn't home for me. You're my home. I want to explore the world, and have fun with you. Only you. If I have to suffer, I want to suffer with you." She firmly states, pulling them closer to her.

"...But I don't want to leave! I'm not meant to travel the world. I like home." MC grows a bit panicked, finding her behaviour abnormal. Didn't she love her homeland? Wasn't her loyalty to the king?

"Don't worry, you are. I'm always with you. I'll protect you." She picks up MC swiftly, putting them over her shoulder. She immediately starts to trudge away from the citadel. The Sun's gleam beating down on the two.

"H-Hey! Let me down! Caramel Arrow! Listen to me!" MC struggles against her, but her grip is too strong.

Just like her loyalty to them. Too strong.

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Idc how buff you are, that girl is a buff kween and will absolutely pick you up.

This kept expanding and expanding as I wrote help- I didn't expect it to be this long. I have homework to do lmao.

But I really liked this one! The chronological order helped me adjust to writing again.

Comments and thoughts, you may blabber all you want.

- Celina

[reorientation]

I'm very late to this kink but I think I've been in it for years? Not even on purpose.

I live with my roommates, me and my three guy friends 💗 which is funny because it just worked out that way. Anyway, years ago I went through this awful break up and we'll just leave at that. I was crazy about this girl and it like actually messed me up when she broke up with me. So in a really weird mental space but just trying to move on from it, I keep getting crazy drunk with my friends, partying through the pain lol

One in particular, we're pretty tight, I'll call him Zach here. So Zach and I were really close at that time, like really really close, and one night we start doing kind of sexual stuff while really drunk. This wasn't a thing between us at all before that night and I can't remember exactly what lead to it, but yeah we're doing some fool around stuff and then more and then more. I'd never done stuff with guys really, not beyond little party game things, like spin the bottle. He knew that and at one point that night he put it inside me and to be honest I wasn't sure what to think.

I remember at the time wondering if I should stop him or something? I don't know it's kind of funny to think about now, but I was thinking maybe he shouldn't do this, maybe I need to tell him this is too much? It felt really weird and I guess I didn't know if it was in a good way or a bad way yet. But he was saying things like "I can't believe you're letting me do this" and "you're letting me ruin you" and it was so hot that I let him fuck me. Those things he was saying were making me so wet and I guess that's this kink.

He never says that stuff anymore I just remember that being the point where my mind just silenced all the "should I tell him not to?" thoughts and it just went blank while he fucked me. It wasn't crazy good sex, we were really drunk, but it was hot and it was very different from what I was used to.

So all and all this made my other friends jealous because both of us told them. At the time it was really odd! No one saw it coming! So they all wanted a turn lol and I had told them that I found it weirdly hot so of course they both wanted to prove something. Okay one of them, we'll call Tom, wouldn't say that but it's kind of true.

Anyway all three of them got their chance and it just became a thing that would happen pretty frequently. Maybe a few times a week? I'm a very horny person so being single has always been hard on me and on top of that I'm an attention whore. I wouldn't say I'm not a lesbian because I'm still not attracted to men but I am definitely a big enough attention whore that it doesn't matter lol I just like that they all need to get with me.

So over the years this arrangement has been a thing I guess, when I'm single they can just fuck me whenever because my libido is really high. They don't talk about me being a lesbian while we fuck but I notice every once in awhile I find it kind of hot that they might think about getting to fuck a lesbian yknow like they think it might change something? I think about how Zach said that stuff and it still makes me wet, I think I should bring it up to him maybe? But that might be weird.

One of the really juicy things that happened recently was that Tom fucked me really hard. Tom has always been a very sweet kind of guy and he definitely is that guy in bed, but he also hasn't been fucking me at all for the past... five months maybe because he has a serious girlfriend. But a few weeks ago he came home and we were chilling and he got very intense and held me down and fucked me really hard from behind. Like toe curling hard. It was so hot and I had already found this kink so I kept thinking about it as like him trying to "break" me.

He hasn't done anything with me since but I wish they would get in on this kink without me saying anything. I feel like I can't say it because it'd be embarrassing and weird, but it'd also kind of ruin it to ask for it? Or maybe it'd just turn my brain off again when they actually said something and it wouldn't matter?

What a pure, sweet example of lesbian sexuality: a girl who's been maximum-convenience, any-time-you-want pussy for three different men for years, but "wouldn't say that I'm not a lesbian because I'm still not attracted to men".

As if it matters! As if your little categorization criterion means anything when you spend your life taking cock whenever men decide you will!

The very first time a man fucked you, he said the right words to get your mind blank and your pussy wet - and now it's years later, and you've been fucked hundreds of times.

And the funny thing is, they don't even have to earn it by playing with the dykebreaking kink. That's your idea, that you use to get off, and you're hoping that they'll indulge you in it. Countless guys get off to the idea, but I don't know if it even really occurs to the men fucking you anymore: how do you see a girl as a lesbian when you and your buddies have been emptying your balls in her for years?

But if you're too shy to ask them to think of you that way, the solution is easy enough. Have you ever spread your legs for them on top of a lesbian flag? Worn a "This is what a lesbian looks like" shirt until they took it off?

Just remind them what you claim to be, as you keep being a good fucktoy for them. With any luck, they'll laugh at you for it, as they fuck your little "lesbian" brains out.

[simpywriter]

Flames (Bonus Chapter - 2)

Hot fire

Pairing: Zuko x Reader Universe: Canon Words: 3.2k

Flames - Main

Summary: With his new position of Fire Lord, Zuko is so stressed that not even you can calm him. After a big fight with him you both need to reconcile, what a perfect opportunity to finally take that step. (This is a bonus chapter for my three-chapters fic ‘Flames’, but you can also read it separatly)

Warnings: emotional sex, kinda bossy Zuko, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

‘I’ll kick his ass’ You kept thinking as your clenched fists were surrounded by flames, crankling your toes to get rid of the sand between them caused you to constantly lose balance, losing control over every technique you tried. Frustration and anger stiffened your arms, making your movements clumsy and unsuccessful.

This all started a little less than a week ago, when you and Zuko moved to Ember Island together with Katara and Aang, in order to have a quiet and calm place to discuss some matters about the four nations; Sokka and Suki caught up with you a day later, Toph shortly following. The first days were peaceful, you spent your mornings on the beach, writing down ideas you discussed over lunch and in the afternoon, while the evenings passed while sitting in front of a bonfire, telling each other about your lives now that you weren’t all together anymore.

But then the topics became heavier and more complicated. And Zuko started to freak out. Every word, every doubt you tried to bring into conversation was an excuse to get mad and lash out on you or the others; his role was difficult and his father left on his shoulder a big burden, but it couldn’t be an excuse to treat poorly the friends trying to help him. So, you decided to hang out more with Katara and Suki, train your bending on the beach and ask Sokka for help in hand-to-hand combat. But avoiding him seemed to make the situation worse, Zuko started sending you digs whenever he could, the little gestures he usually reserved for you, like pouring your tea first or intertwining your fingers under the table, were gone, replaced by huffs and clenched fists when you stood up to get away from a discussion.

«You know what? Tonight you stay alone», you once bust out during dinner after yet another contemptuous comment about your laziness. «I’m done with you for the next twelve hours» «Oh yeah? And where would you like to sleep?», the others were looking between you two without a word, their eyes scanning rapidly your expressions in turn. You were almost embarrassed to be fighting with your boyfriend in front of all your friends. Almost. «It’s not of your business. And you made clear that you don’t care about me. That wouldn’t be the first time either», you could see a glimpse of pain in his eyes and immediately regret saying those words. However, you didn’t had time to go back on what you said because Zuko quickly got up, sending you and icy glare. «Then I won’t care» He stormed out of the door without a second thought.

«So… are we still going to the theatre tomorrow?». Katara quickly summoned a wave from her cup, showering her brother’s head.

You tried to convince Toph to let you stay with her since she was the only one with a free spot in her room, but the little girl was strict about sleeping alone; after nearly an hour of prayers and promises, you found yourself forced to knock on the door of your and Zuko’s shared room. ‘Spirits, that girl is so bossy. Ugh.’ «I don’t want to talk Aang. Just leave me alo-» «It’s me».

You could sense him freezing just from the soft gasp he let out. You impatiently waited for him to open the door, dreading the thought of sleeping on the little couch in the living room. Just as you were preparing yourself to relight the fireplace, Zuko opened the door, leaning against the frame with a tired expression. You regretted your previous words even more: his hair was a tousled mess, the robe asymmetrically tied on his waist. «I…», you couldn’t look at him in the eyes «Toph wouldn’t let me stay…». Without a word he moved away, letting you in. You nodded in gratitude and quickly found yourself climbing into the bed next to him, facing the other side. At first both of you remained silent, listening to the waves shattering on the beach; then, you sensed him moving on the mattress, leaning closer to you «Y/N… Can we talk?», he brought his arm around your side, squeezing you lightly against him, but you moved away, standing up quickly to prevent him from trying again (also because you knew you would give in easily, especially when he was giving you the puppy eyes… Focus).

«I’m still mad, Zuko. You’ve been awful to me these days» «Excuse me??» He got up, harshly throwing the blankets away «I may have treated you badly, but you told me that I don’t give a damn about you. Even though you know how bad I feel about everything that happened!» «Don’t scream» «I know», he took long steps in your direction «And then it’s you who is… well…». «I what?» «You know it…» «No, I don’t», you said, crossing arms against your chest.

You could see his cheeks flush even with just the little light coming from outside «It’s not important» «Evidently it is!» «Don’t scream» «I know», you sighed «Tell me» «No» «Zuko» «You’re… You’re always clinging to Sokka» «It’s not… huh?»

You blinked, replaying his words in your mind two or three times more before you really understood what he was saying. And when you did you had to turn to all your self-control to not start laughing right there in front of him, Sokka came here with Suki, they were like glue and the water tribe boy always looked at her with heart-shaped eyes. You couldn’t believe what your boyfriend just said. «Oh Spirits… you’re jealous». Zuko felt even more ashamed hearing the amusement in your voice «I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine», he muttered the last part, face twisted in a pouting frown.

«You just… always ran to him and… ask to practice together, on the beach. And that happen every single time I can’t stay with you because of the work or after a fight, a-and… maybe you think I’m not enough and-» The words died in his throat as you took his face in your head, delicately holding his gaze «Just calm down». His golden eyes stared into yours, the pupils were shaking in a whirlwind of self-doubt. When he saw the corners of your lips curl up, his ragged breath calmed. «I’m not going anywhere», thumbs traced gentle circles on his cheekbones «I know it’s hard for you, but don’t you ever think that you might not be enough. Okay?», Zuko nodded shyly, never making a move to distance himself from your grip. «Even if sometimes you piss me off a lot», you stifled your laughter as you saw his skin turning crimson, from neck to ears. «You’re so cute~», you teased him, giggling even louder when his eyes widened and he hurriedly hid his face sinking it into your neck, muttering a ��Stop’ against your skin. The boy felt the vibrations of your laughter across his chest, making his heartbeat even faster; but along with that familiar feeling that came over him when he heard you laugh he felt something else, something heavier.

«I’m sorry», he whispered, and you closed your eyes as he wrapped his arms around your sides. «I’m really sorry for everything I said to you», his voice trembled and you could feel him seeking refuge in the warmth of your body, just like you had done with him years before, when your family abandoned you: «It’s ok», you reassured him «I’m sorry too, I know you care.». His hands moved from your hips to both your cheeks as he rested his forehead against yours with shaky breaths. He gave you a little peck and you couldn’t contain a soft smile, «I love you», he whispered before kissing you again, and again, and again until your lips were glued together; you could feel the passion Zuko was conveying in his kiss, the previous softness left space for something warmer. His hands moved from your cheeks down your neck, caressing you back until encircling your waist. His naked forearms were hot against the soft fabric of your nightgown.

Before you knew it you were pressed against a wall, Zuko’s finger kneading the skin of your hips, moving awfully close to your butt. You ran your nails through his hair, shivering at the sound the boy made when you scratched his nape. He muttered your name, being quickly silenced by your tongue on his. A leg found its way between yours and you let out a trembling moan, a warmth in the pit of your stomach, forcing you to clasp a hand on his shoulder. «Are you alright?», he slightly pulled away, just enough to leave your lips touching. Your mind took a bit to regain control over your body, the way his breath grazed your skin didn’t help. At all. «More than okay». Your hand traveled across his robe, moving the hem to expose his skin, the soft light from outside highlighted the muscles of the chest, tensing under your lingering touch. Zuko had to summon all his willpower to hold your gaze; he was sure he was red all the way to the tips of his ears but at least your cheeks looked flushed too (he just didn’t know it was because of his sudden exposure).

He was gathering his thoughts when you spoke, fingers timidly going their way through his hair. «You know all those times we… we kiss» «Yes» «And we kind of… kiss really…», you moved a hand between your two bodies, trying to push the concept out of you without words. But you just got a quizzical look from your boyfriend, making you let out an exasperated sigh «We kiss hard, Zuko» To this the Fire Lord’s face burst out in flames «O-Oh yes. Yes! We kiss h-hard», the way his stuttering was interrupted by an embarrassed cough was nearly enough to make you forget your own uneasiness. Nearly.

«We’ve never gone further than… your hands» «M-my…», he gulped «Hands» «On my body» «On your body» «Over the clothes» «Over your clothes» «I think I might want them under» «You think you might want th- what?! Oh Spirits». He tried to escape, turning his head toward the wall, the bed, the window, anywhere but you. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised if you saw smoke coming out of his ears; his lips moved hysterically, but you couldn’t really get what he was trying to say. With a small chuckle you cupped his face. 

«Is it because of Mai?», you asked, as gently as you could. Zuko opened the mouth to contradict you but was quickly silenced by your soft look, he just couldn’t lie to your sweet gaze. With a sigh he leaned forward, pecking your lips, and caressing your cheekbone he whispered «Yes. I know you’ve never done anything and I don’t want you to feel forced by the fact that Mai and I…» «I don’t feel forced», it was your turn to kiss him «I appreciate your caring and I love how thoughtful you are. But if I’m telling you this it’s because I want this». It was as his golden eyes lit up for a second, the warmth from his body completely overwhelming yours. «Are you sure?», he asked, lips grazing yours with every word. «Yes»

And the same heat from before was back in a second. It was back in his kisses, in his touches around your body, in the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth. It was back in the way you two stumbled across the room, trying to find the bed without distancing from one another, as both of you pulled on your night clothes. When you finally felt the blankets under your back Zuko’s robe was completely off, the hem of your gown rose as the boy moved his leg between yours, straps sliding down your shoulders. Both your hands explored his body, drawing imaginary patterns on his exposed skin; the goosebumps raised with your touch made him shiver with a sigh, hot fingers tracing your sides, playing with the silky fabric, lifting it until you helped him taking the piece of clothing off. You always thought that on this occasion you would’ve been ashamed as hell, that you would’ve wanted to grab the sheets and hide from every gaze. But you were proved wrong. You didn’t feel the need to cover yourself, you let his eyes scan every inch of you that was uncovered.

«You are beautiful», Zuko wasted no time before kissing you again, taking your breath away before trailing his lips down your neck; a surprised moan left your lips as his teeth and tongue played with your skin and his hand kneaded your left breast. The lower part of both your bodies began to move in unison, making the desire of both of you evident, «Can you feel what you’re doing to me?», you heard the boy whisper and you couldn’t respond with anything other than another moan. You could feel how much he needed you against your thigh, his erection pressing to be freed from the boxers; your skin was on fire, you could feel the heat that spread from his hand as it traveled down the valley between your breasts, tracing the curve of your abdomen until he hooked two fingers inside the hem of your panties.

You could feel only the warm and pleasure he was giving to you, trying to let out only whimpers and soft moans, not willing to risk the others hearing you. «You’re so wet…», Zuko’s fingers traced your slit under the panties, his mouth glued to your neck. The others might not even hear you but certainly the marks the boy was intent on leaving on you would be very visible the next day. It would’ve been difficult to hide even those on your chest, considering the hunger with which the boy sucked the skin of your breasts. He inserted two fingers inside you and another moan, higher than the others, left your lips. «Zuko…», you whimpered, hips moving on their own to follow his pace «I need you» «I know». He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow and giggling breathlessly when he saw the look of frustration on your face when he pulled his fingers out.

You kicked off your underwear as he slipped off his boxers, stroking his shaft before aligning it to your entrance.

Zuko bent down to kiss your neck, moving up your cheek, towards your temple, the heated passion temporarily replaced by his usual sweetness as he intertwined the fingers of one hand with yours «It'll hurt a little… tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”, he whispered against your skin. You nodded, bringing a hand to stroke his hair, grazing the back of his neck with your nails «I trust you Zuko». He pulled away just enough to peer into your eyes, leaving his body on yours, careful not to weigh on you but close enough for you to feel all the comfort that the warmth of his body gave you. He smiled and immediately entered you, leaning in to kiss your temple as you let out a pained moan. He continued to enter, slowly, feeling your walls tighten around him with every inch.

«Zuko…!» you breathed out, clawing at his back almost in panic, torn between pleasure and pain. The boy squinted, cursing «Fuck, Y/N… you’re tight» The way his expression changed made your cheeks heat up. His mouth was half open, neck muscles tense and eyebrows furrowed in a pleasured expression, your whole body reacted to the idea of being the cause of what he felt and you immediately warmed up. The burning you felt between your legs began to ease and when Zuko narrowed his eyes to look at you, his breath caught in his throat. «You’re beautiful», he whispered. His lips assaulted your neck, leaving a trail of rosy hickeys up to the front. «Zuko…», you moaned, scratching his shoulders with your nails «Move». «Yes», he smirked before starting to rock into you.

It was like something exploded into your chest, the pain disappeared almost completely, just a small hint that made the pleasure stronger. You were overwhelmed by him, by Zuko. He was on top of you, inside you, all over you… His hands were grabbing the pillow next to your head, tightening at each thrust of his hips inside of you. He moaned against your ear, making the tightness you felt in the pit of your stomach even tighter; you felt the need to feel him deeper and before you knew it you had wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him with your heels to go deeper. Zuko let out a surprised noise, immediately broken by a more pleasured one, his knuckles turning white as he bent down to take a nipple between his lips. «F-Fuck! You’re… mh… good», you murmured, causing a chuckle from him that vibrated against your skin. «Thanks, love», he whispered flicking his tongue and making your walls tighten around him.

His hands left the pillow to grip you thighs in a way that would surely leave visible bruises the next day, but you would worry tomorrow about which bathing suit to wear to cover them, what was occupying your mind at the moment was the way Zuko spread your legs, holding your pelvis up and starting to rock again leaving you to appreciate the new angle. His thrusts hand become erratic, his labored breaths sent shivers across your skin. He leant into your neck again, hiding in the crook of your shoulder. «I’m close» he whispered trembling against you, his tone was enough for your entire body to shake with a jolt of pleasure. «Me too», you panted «Please Zuko, I need you.. ah!» You were interrupted buy your own moan when he brought two fingers between your bodies, rubbing against your clit. The combination of his thrusts and fingers sent you over the edge, soon followed by Zuko, who moaned your name before pulling out and coming right away.

You fell into bed next to each other after cleaning yourself up, letting each other’s bodies warm you. You had a happy smile as you absentmindedly caressed Zuko’s chest, cheek resting on his collarbone. He had an arm embracing your waist, two fingers grazing your skin. «How was it?», he asked in a whisper and you felt yourself blush, instinctively snuggling into him. «Perfect. I didn’t think you had such a dominant side inside. You’re usually so shy…» This time it was his turn tu blush, you could tell simply by how he held his breath for just an instant, it wasn’t necessary for you to look at him. After a few more seconds of silence Zuko called your name, softly, his grip on your hip tightening almost imperceptibly. «What» «Let’s not fight anymore for these things»

You turned slowly, lifting your head to get a good look at him. The boy had a few strands stuck to his forehead and reddish cheeks. But you stopped with your gaze on his eyes, shiny and insecure. You immediately leaned towards him, kissing him slowly but deeply; he kissed you back, flicking his tongue against yours and stroking your cheek with his free hand. When you pulled away it was only a few inches. «Let’s not fight anymore for these things »

| The End |

Heyyy, so sorry for the late late late late so-much-late update but you know... things. Hope you liked this juicy bonus chapter! See you next fic!

[lionlena]

We don’t love each other (PedroPascalxreader) angst! Part IV

Summary:  You and Pedro are: friends with benefits, for many years. Your layout is simple and clear. You don’t love each other. You’re friends on a daily basis, you take care of each other… Sometimes you sleep together. You go on dates with other men and Pedro doesn’t mind. Everything is simple until you accidentally hear Oscar say that Pedro loves you. Then you decide to tell him the truth and you ruin everything.

Warnings: angst!!! smut, mentions of sex, friends with benefits, sad, broken hearts, age difference (reader is 15 years younger than Pedro)

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Part IV

For your meeting with Oscar, you chose a small, quiet cafe that also had tables outside. They were surrounded by thin wooden walls to give guests more privacy. It is not without reason that you chose the time when the least people came to the cafe. You felt that talking to Oscar would not be pleasant and you didn't want the presence of any nosy fans.

You arrived much earlier and started to remember the old times again. It's not that you didn't like Oscar. It's just that there's always been this little tension between you two that you've come to understand now. You remembered one such situation.

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Pedro organized a barbecue at his place. The first season of The Mandalorian has just entered the Disney platform. He was so excited and wanted to share his joy. You weren't a Star Wars fan, but the first two episodes made you fall in love with the show.

You ran into the kitchen with a big smile to grab a few more glasses. Oscar was also inside. He was leaning back against the kitchen counter and scrolling through his phone. You opened one of the upper cupboards and stood on your toes, but still couldn't reach them. You heard a soft sigh and after a moment Oscar stood next to you.

"How much?" He asked.

"Four is enough."

You pulled away and he placed six glasses on the table. You rolled your eyes at that but left it unanswered.

"So," he began, "I heard you broke up with Rafael."

"I didn't break up. He turned out to be gay and he tried to force himself into something he didn't want to do. We became friends. I don't blame him."

"Another one for the collection," he muttered so quietly you almost missed it.

But you decided not to comment on it and asked something else.

"Don't you and Pedro have better things to talk about?"

You knew it was Pedro who told Oscar about Rafael. Because who else?

Oscar smiled and shrugged.

"You know, we like to exchange information about which chica is available?"

You shook your head.

"I remind you that you have a wife."

"And I'm very happy with that. I'm not chasing the unattainable.

You narrowed your eyes and wanted to say something, but just then a happy Pedro burst into the kitchen. He spun around you, put his hand on your hip and pecked your cheek.

"Are you having fun?”

"Sure," you replied.

Oscar winked at his friend and finally put his phone back in his pocket.

"How do you like Emily?"

Pedro rolled his eyes. He removed his hand from you but stayed close.

"She's a little rigid."

"Because she's stunned by you," moaned Oscar.

You giggled a little and grabbed a couple of glasses.

"So it was you who bring this innocent lamb to the wolf pack."

Oscar glared at you, but you were already leaving. You just threw over your shoulder:

"Pedro, bring the rest of the glasses!"

You sat down on the garden sofa across from Emily and watched her closely. You felt a pang of jealousy. Oscar really had an eye for women. You wanted to push that feeling away. Your deal with Pedro was clear. He had the right to date other women. But it hurt.

After a while, Pedro joined you and of course sat next to you, although there was more space next to Emily. You'd be lying if you said it didn't made you happy.

Pedro seemed a little sad and tense so you put your hand on his knee and squeezed it lightly. You didn't think much about that. It was natural. Just like the fact that Pedro moved even closer to you and put his arm around you.

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You saw Oscar approaching and you sat up straight. His appearance made you laugh slightly. Really, even if you had poor eyesight, you'd recognize a star in him. When he was close enough you said:

"It's funny how you celebrities always think a cap and sunglasses are enough to make you unrecognizable. Like... your beard is enoughed."

"Nice to see you too, Y/N."

You snorted and gave him a mocking look as he took his seat.

"I heard, you quickly got back with Tyler."

So Oscar decided to go straight to the attack. You tensed up and growled.

"None of your fucking business."

He clicked his tongue and took off his cap and sunglasses.

"I didn't come to argue."

You raised your eyebrows. He had the audacity to accuse you of being with Tyler again and he said he wasn't here to argue. You wondered for a moment how he knew. Probably from Pedro, but... How did Pedro know? You thought maybe Laura had said too much as usual and you abandoned that thought. You had more important things to do. You had to get back at Oscar.

"Really? I think that's mostly what you came for. To knock me out more and remind me how much you don't like me."

Oscar was silent for a moment and watched you closely. You felt like his eyes were burning you. Finally he said:

"You know, I liked you at first, a lot. But then I found out about your deal with Pedro. And I got sick of watching my friend suffer."

Your heart clenched, and before you thought it over, you had already answered.

"I didn't know he loved me."

Oscar shook his head and looked at you as if you were someone stupid.

"Really? All those things he used to do for you. He followed you around like a puppy... Dammit, he even had your favorite shampoo in the bathroom!"

"Okay! A point for you." You sighed heavily and rubbed your temples. "I know what it looks like. I was stupid, but in my defense: Pedro is nice to any woman. Have you ever seen how he make a woman cry? " Oscar raised his eyebrows. "Except me," you gasped.

"Okay, now the point for you. He's sweet to women, but he hasn't slept with all of them."

"One point for you," you growled.

You were getting really tired of this conversation.

"What do you want from me, Oscar?"

" That you go to talk with him."

"NO."

He looked at you angrily.

"Really? After all he's done for you, you can't even give him that?"

"What? We can't be together. Pedro was clear about that, and I went back to Tyler. Besides, isn't that what you wanted? That we would stay away from each other."

"No. I wanted you to be happy. Both of you."

You didn't know if you wanted to punch him or laugh at him.

"Great, then you could talked about it, with the door closed!"

He threw his hands up and growled in frustration.

"Did you two sign some kind of aggression pact against me? You and Pedro. You both hold the same grudge. You were one who eavesdrop us. You should have left as soon as you realized he wasn't alone."

You clenched your hands into fists. Okay, he had a point, but he didn't have to throw it in your face.

"We're here for you to lecture me that eavesdropping is wrong?"

It seemed he was to make another biting remark, but eventually relented.

"Y/N, I'm really worried about him."

You felt worried for a moment, but... Who the hell did he think he was to dump it on you.

"Well, that's not my problem anymore. Pedro's been through worse things in his life and he's dealt with it. Besides, he barely spoke to me while he was filming The Last of Us, and somehow he was fine."

Oscar shifted uneasily in his seat.

"I advised him that."

You looked at him furiously. If you weren't still in a public place, you would have stood up and started clapping.

"Great! Then keep advising him, because you're doing this fucking awesome!"

He ignored your sarcasm, but you weren't going to stop.

"Also, the last time I saw a wave of videos, after his performance at the premiere, he looked great. I didn't notice him being sad."

"Y/N, you can do better. I'm an actor and I can see when others pretend. And you... Seriously? You know him. You know what he's like. Maybe this will convince you." He leaned over to you and said, "He turned down a good movie because it's going to be shot in Spain."

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"Have you seen those dogs, thrown on the road from cars, who stay where they are because they believe their owner will come back?"

"Did you just compare Pedro to a discarded puppy and me to someone who throws dogs out of cars?"

Oscar rolled his eyes.

"I'm an actor, I like metaphors."

"I think, that you like insulting people more."

"You're getting off topic."

You were really tired of talking to him.

"What do you think I should do?"

"Meet him, please. Tell him to move on like you did. He'll listen to you."

You suddenly felt sad. You looked into Oscar's brown eyes. His weren't as warm as Pedro eyes. But you always saw them as two brothers.

"You know, it's too bad you didn't want to be my friend."

"What do you mean?"

"That you knew how he felt. You knew he was suffering because he confided in you. Who was I supposed to confide in? Pedro was my best friend. He was the only one I really opened up to, but about this one thing... what I feel for him, I couldn't tell him. I know you think I'm the bad person in this story, but you know... No one is born a villain."

Oscar swallowed and cringed. This was not the reaction you expected. You expected him to make another sarcastic reply, but you heard his soft voice.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Really."

He surprised you. You always knew Oscar was a good guy. If he wasn't like that, Pedro would never be friends with him. You sat in complete silence for a moment, then suddenly he asked:

"And how... How are you doing?"

You had to look at him to really believe he was talking to you. He looked at you with concern and you barely held back the tears welling up in your eyes.

"I miss him. More than you can imagine. But, maybe I deserved it. He suffered so many years because of me..." You took a ragged breath. "I will meet him. I will tell him what he wants to hear. That I am no longer mad at him for shouting on me. I will tell him that I understand him and that I have understood that I do not love him. And that we both have to move on.”

Oscar nodded.

"This should help."

He looked at his watch and winced.

"Sorry, but I have to get back to the set now." He stood up and to your greatest surprise, gave your arm a light squeeze. " Take care Y/N."

When he left you, you hid your face in your hands. Why did it all have to be so hard?

You were afraid of meeting Pedro, but you had to do it. Talking to Oscar made you open your eyes. Everything Pedro did for you was declaration of love, and you broke his heart. Over and over again.

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It took you two days to pull yourself together. You finally decided to do it. You borrowed Tyler's car and arrived late at night at Pedro's apartment door.

Your heart was beating like crazy, and in your head you were still repeating the speech you had prepared. You kept saying to yourself: Pedro deserves it.

You rang the doorbell and as it opened, all the air escaped your lungs.

"Hello."

A slim, tall blonde looked at you with blue eyes. She was wearing a nightgown and a bathrobe. She was beautiful. You couldn't deny it. You even forgot where you were for a moment. You finally got your voice back.

"Is Pedro at home?"

"Yes, but he's in the shower. Call him?"

You immediately shook your head "no". You had enough and you didn't want see his half-naked body next to that blonde.

"No... I... I'm... I live in the neighborhood and... I'm looking for my cat. Yes, a cat. It's all black."

The woman looked at you sympathetically. Apparently she thought your trembling voice was the result of losing a pet.

"I'm sorry, I haven't seen your cat."

"Ok. Goodnight."

You ran back to the car without even turning around. You drove away quickly, but after only a few kilometers you pulled over to the side of the road. You started slamming your hands on the steering wheel, screaming and crying. Was that what Pedro felt every time you dated someone? Tears ran down your cheeks. You were so angry and sad. You had no right to feel jealous, but you did. A loud sob escaped your mouth.

And of course you wanted to slap Oscar. Pedro obviously didn't suffer all that much and didn't need to talk to you to move on.

"Fuck you Oscar!!! Fuck you Pedro... Fuck you all!!!"

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So I heard you found somebody else

And at first, I thought it was a lie

I took all my things that make sounds

The rest I can do without

I don't want your body

But I hate to think about you with somebody else

Our love has gone cold

You're intertwining your soul with somebody else

Somebody Else - The 1975 (Cover) by Alice Kristiansen

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Did Pedro really find somebody else? 🥺

Part III

Part V - ( there will be some Pedro pov)

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Yes, Oscar is mother hen

[milfgyuu]

Puppy Love  Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader Series: Mr. Right Next Door Tags: 3.2k, Neighbor!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Humor. Summary: So, your dog manages to score a boyfriend before you…unsurprising with your luck. However, your four-legged companion and her beau seem to conspire to bring a little puppy love into their human’s lives as well. 

Doggie Daycare is a blessing. 

Now that might sound dramatic, but any apartment dwelling dog owner will tell you how much of a life saver it is to drop your baby off to run, swim, play, and socialize the day away because otherwise you’d be stuck walking five miles every night just to burn off some of that pent up energy. Especially those with big, bouncy breeds. Those bad boys have bottled up zoomies ready and waiting to go. 

Lizzie, your three year old Golden Retriever, was typically pretty laid back but you like to credit some of that to the fact that she’s been enrolled in daycare since she was finished with her puppy vaccines and it’s served to both tucker her out and teach her a few social manners. You also love that you don’t need to feel guilty when your work day stretches longer than usual into the afternoons. 

The little bell rings as you push through the door to pick Lizzie up and the receptionist’s familiar face greets you right away. 

“Oh, have I got exciting news for you!” Lea grins from behind the desk, “Lizzie’s got a boyfriend!”

You cup your cheeks and laugh, “Oh my gosh! She’s not old enough for boyfriends. She’s supposed to be making friends…not smooching.”

Lea laughs and comes out from behind the desk, joining you at the large window that peers into the indoor daycare room. It’s a particularly busy day so it takes a moment but Lea points into the far left corner and sure enough there is Lizzie laying right next to a pretty another pretty golden, fur red as can be, and they’re sharing one rope toy, gently tugging it back and forth between kissing each other’s faces. 

“That’s Appa,” Lea bounces on her toes happily, “It’s his first day and he’s been glued to Lizzie’s side from the moment he saw her. They’re just so sweet to each other!”

Appa breaks away from their shared toy and licks Lizzie’s ear before she nudges the toy back over to him and he plays along, following her lead. Your heart clenches and you resist the urge to bust through the glass window like the coolaid man so you can love on them both. The cute aggression swirls in your veins. 

Must. Squeeze. Dogs.

The daycare attendant notices you and Lea in the window, and waves before calling your baby over. Both Lizzie and Appa go to the door as if they’re leaving together, but of course, only Lizzie is pulled out for pick up and you watch with pouted lips as Appa sits patiently at the door, waiting for his new friend to return. He sits and waits all the way up until you reluctantly leave but only after Lea reassures you that Appa’s owner should be along shortly and would no doubt return tomorrow. 

With Lizzie all clipped into her harness and seatbelt in the backseat, you start on the way home and talk to her the whole way there, per usual. She only ever responds with a head tilt or perked ears though. The occasional “whisper” you taught her was your answer to “Just what are you doing flirting with that devilishly handsome red boy?”

Over the next few weeks, it seemed Lizzie had a renewed purpose in getting you up, moving, and out the door so she could get to daycare bright and early each day. Every evening you would go to pick her up, you would find her and Appa playing or resting together and you became so endeared with the other pup. 

It seemed as though the feeling was mutual because one day at pick up, Lea happily handed over a little baggie with a brand new toy in it. You pulled the little stuffed strawberry toy out and beamed. “That’s a gift from Appa and his dad,” Lea smirks and your brows raise, “His very handsome and seemingly very single dad…”

Seeing Lea every day during the week, you’ve formed a little friendship and share bits of life here and there around drop off and pick up times. She’s sort of like your hair dresser who knows just a little too much but you really like her - even if she’s playing a little matchmaking game on the side. 

“Well,” you grin as Lizzie bounds around the corner and sidles up to your thigh, “It looks like Liz and I have some shopping to do.”

That started a bit of a trend and every so often you and Appa’s dad would send home new toys with each other though not once had you ever run into him which was a little disheartening. Not just because Lea mentioned him being handsome or anything….You just wanted a chance to meet your dog’s boyfriend’s dad. 

Was that so odd?

On a brisk Saturday morning you decided to take Lizzie for a walk. Her pretty white coat was extra fluffy after her bath the night before and you thought she looked extra cute when the sun reflected off the pink gemstones in her collar. She was always great on leash and never stayed from your side, matching your pace so she was never too far behind or in front of you. 

There were street vendors out, children playing in the open park, people riding bicycles but still, Lizzie stayed right next to you and you tried not to look too proud of how behaved she was when you witnessed several other dog owners having a less than pleasant walk with their overstimulated companion. Then her little ears perked up and she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. 

You glanced down and noticed she was staring across the park but nothing in particular stood out so you urged her to move along and she didn’t budge.

Furrowing your brows, you lean down a bit closer. “Liz, what’s wron-!”

The words tear from your lips when Lizzie suddenly breaks into a full out run and your body jerks into motion. You try your hardest to reel her back in but with her strength and momentum and you being caught off balance it is near-impossible to slow her down and she doesn’t respond to any of your frantic commands to stop. 

You heave in a deep breath, panting between running and shouting, and Lizzie just keeps running. She drags you through the park, between picnic setups and too close to a painter under the tree. You’re lead straight between a makeshift soccer match and narrowly avoid a ball to the side of your head. Lizzie keeps running and your shoe catches on a rock but before you hit the ground you slam into another body. 

The person throws their arms out and catches you before you hit the ground but suddenly your legs become bound to the strangers and you both hit the ground with a loud grunt. Thankfully, you both land on your side so at least crushing a stranger is not on your list of embarrassing things that just happened but you are indeed still bound together and there is a definitely going to be a knot on your forehead where you bumped noggins with your unfortunate savior. 

Before you can even open your eyes, Lizzie is licking you in the face and you instinctively tuck your head in but that leaves you pressing your face into the strangers shoulder awkwardly. Next thing you know, they’re the one tensing and pressing closer to you and then you hear, “Appa! What’s the matter with you?!”

“Appa?” you repeat and Lizzie puts her wet nose against your ear, “Lizzie! Ugh, stop it!”

“Wait - Lizzie?”

The licking stops long enough to look into the face of the person you’re still laying on the ground with and the second you open your eyes, you shut them on instinct. No way are you in this predicament with someone this good looking. Legs tangled together by dog leashes, drool in your hair…ugh…the cute is absent from this meet cute. 

“Appppaaa,” the man says almost teasingly, “This is your Lizzie isn’t it?”

Peeking your eyes open, the man is smiling back at you. “That must make you Lizzie’s mom, right?”

You bite your lip. “Yeah, that’s me,” you smile a bit since he’s not stopped and it’s sort of contagious, “And you must be Appa’s dad?”

“Wooyoung,” he scrunches his nose cutely, “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” you grin, all starry-eyed and stupid. 

Appa barks once and you both snap your eyes up to your dogs patiently waiting at your feet to be let off leash. Wooyoung carefully helps you up, bracing your elbow and just behind your back so you can both sit up and once the pups are released you bump hands a few times trying to untangle the nylon’s constricting grip. 

“I’ve really been hoping we would run into you but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Wooyoung laughs, “It’s a great story to tell the metaphorical grandpuppies though.”

You snort and Wooyoung explains. “Appa is neutered.”

“Lizzie is spayed too so no puppies,” you sigh, stretching out your legs as you and Wooyoung sit in the grass side by side, your dogs playing together a few feet away, “They do look awfully happy together though. It’s crazy how they recognized each other from so far away.”

Wooyoung leans back onto his hands. “Ahhhh,” he looks over at you and giggles, “Young love. Thank you for the toys by the way. I swear he makes it a point to play with all of them at least once a day.”

“Same to you! Lizzie accidentally put a hole in the lamb you bought her and wouldn’t leave my side until I sewed it back together for her. She plays extra gentle with it now.”

He smacks his hand over his chest and proclaims, “Ugh….my heart.”

Ugh. Yours too. 

You spend another hour or so lazing in the park getting to know each other while Appa and Lizzie spend much needed quality time together. As if they weren’t together yesterday and won’t be again on Monday. It’s sweet though how well they get along and OK…maybe Wooyoung is really easy to get along with too. 

He’s charming and funny, and just as Lea said, very handsome, but he’s down to earth and you find that you quite like his company. Lizzie likes him too and now that you’re able to love on Appa in person, not just through the daycare window, you adore him even more. You were happy to have found someone who was every bit as crazy about dogs as you were. 

It was a touch awkward when you finally made your goodbyes only to realize you were both headed in the same direction. The dogs were happy as clams, walking side by side and Wooyoung very easily carried the conversation as you went. The fifteen minute walk went by much too quickly and then you’re stopping in front of your building.

“Well, this is us,” you say, not mindful enough to leave the disappointment out of your tone. 

Wooyoung looks up at the building and laughs. Full belly laughs and you’re lost until he says, “No way is this happening…We live here too.”

Your brows fly into your hair line and your jaw drops……you’re….neighbors?

“We’re on the east end of the first floor, where are you?”

Wooyoung points, “West end of the third floor,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “This is really wild!”

“I am just as shocked as you! How have we never run into one another until now?”

“I think there is something to be said for the cosmic timing of things.”

The way he looks at you makes your cheeks pinch and Lizzie nudges your leg, pushing her head just beneath your hand. “Well, um, maybe we will see more of each other now that we’ve met…I’m sure that would make the pups happy.”

Wooyoung grins, almost in a bashful sort of fashion. “It would make me happy too.”

The urge to openly squeal is absolutely appalling and you settle for what you hope is a flirty sort of smile. “Me too,” you chuckle, “I’ll uhh, catch you later, Wooyoung.”

He watches a little too closely as you turn away, still grinning like a fool. “Definitely.”

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The universe did indeed plan for you to bump into Wooyoung nearly every day since that initial meeting. Oddly enough you now saw him in the mail room, at daycare drop off or pick up, at the market, in the parking lot. It was really unintentional but you looked forward to those chance meetings and it very quickly became the highlight of your day. 

At some point you began picking Appa up from daycare when Wooyoung had long days and he volunteered to drop them off whenever you needed to get into work early and many weekends you took them to the park or the beach and one day - Wooyoung finally got up the courage to ask you out. 

You were so nervous knocking on his apartment door. 

Rubbing your hands anxiously on the side of your dress you look down at Lizzie’s squishy little face and you’re suddenly reminded how peculiar it was to bring your dog along to your first date but you supposed it was hers and Appa’s hundredth. You were also really relieved to have her at your side - which she immediately ditched when Wooyoung opened the door. She padded right past him and Appa greeted her with a kiss before they wandered off toward the toy basket. 

“You look really great,” Wooyoung says softly and then he’s clearing his throat and stepping aside, “Sorry, I should definitely invite you in. Still working on my training.”

You chuckle at his joke, a clear cover up for how nervous he was to have you in his home for the first time. It was sort of nice to know you weren’t the only one. 

“It smells amazing in here,” you comment, the aroma from the small dining room wafting into the entry, “Did you cook? I thought we were just doing takeout?”

Wooyoung closes the door and shows you where to kick off your shoes. “I am actually the worst cook…ever…but I am really good at making things look presentable.”

The table is set for two with piping hot food and it seriously looks like you’re about to sit down at a restaurant. Then Wooyoung points to the empty takeout bag on the counter and grins, “You said you like pasta, right?”

A ball squeaks from the living room and you laugh, taking a seat at the table. “Yeah,” you smile at him, “I love pasta. Cristo’s is my favorite actually.”

Wooyoung winks as he sits. “I know. I also listen really well.”

Flattered you pick up your fork to dig in and you’re not disappointed, a bit embarrassed perhaps because Wooyoung is still watching, waiting for your opinion and you give him a thumbs up, signaling he’s done good and also please eat so you’re not the only one. Conversation flows easily throughout the meal, as it usually does and even as you argue with him about helping to clean the dishes, he bickers back and makes you laugh. 

It isn’t until you’re both sat on the couch that Wooyoung actually looks nervous again. You both settle on a movie you’ve seen before but it’s good enough to watch again…and not so new that if you end up spending more time staring at each other while the other isn’t looking that you won’t really miss much.

Wooyoung has so many couch pillows that it’s easy enough to make yourself comfortable without worrying if you’re too close or too far apart, or worse, you’re left sitting so awkwardly that it’s noticeable. 

Another thing you really like about Wooyoung is that he makes really good tea and you gratefully sip on it to calm your nerves. The smell alone is enough to soothe you but when you look over to find Appa and Lizzie sleeping together, her head laid over his shoulders, your drink is the last thing on your mind. 

“They are really cute,” Wooyoung says quietly, “They make dating look too easy.”

You chuckle at that, looking over to find Wooyoung looking back at you. “I’m so glad you said yes, by the way,” he admits, “I was sort of terrified to ask you out. Not because I didn’t think we would have a good time because I think we get along really well and have a lot in common, but…I uh…kind of really like you. Like…a lot.”

Wooyoung’s ears turn bright red and he makes a move to turn away but you reach a hand out to grab his, lacing your fingers together and resting it on the pillow between you. “I really like you too,” you tell him, butterflies loose in your belly, “Honestly, if you didn’t ask me out soon I probably would have asked you.”

His eyes pop open wide and he laughs. “Maybe I should have waited a few more days,” he teases, “You can always ask me out on a second date…promise to say yes.”

“Wooyoung,” you pause to hold in a laugh, “Would you want to go out with me again?”

He feigns disinterest. “My schedule is a little jam packed coming up but I-”

He’s interrupted by Appa’s loud disapproving bark and Wooyoung grins. “He means to say, that I would love to go out with you. Maybe I can actually take you out somewhere next time.”

That giddy feeling settles into your bones and it’s far from thought to pretend like you’re not ecstatic at the prospect of dating. Wooyoung is quite the same, grinning like a fool and excitedly rambling on about date ideas and such. 

It’s easy for time to slip away and nearing almost midnight, you’re still slow to pull yourself from his couch. Wooyoung doesn’t even look tired aside from the one little yawn he just couldn’t hide. He’s still so bright and talkative. You’re already beginning to miss him as he walks you to the door. 

“Thank you again for dinner,” you smile, Lizzie’s leash occupying your nervous hands, “I’m sorry I stayed over so late.”

Wooyoung bats away your apology. “I probably would have kept talking your ear off until the sun came up anyhow.”

“I like that about you.” You’re bashful and he bites his tongue beneath a grin. 

There is an energy in the air that is so tempting to give into but really, this is your first official date and surely you shouldn’t already be thinking about kissing him goodnight but his lips are so pretty and he keeps glancing down at yours and -

“Well, I should get going…long walk and all.” What a terrible joke. You’ve got to get out of here before you embarrass yourself further. 

You reach for the door handle but one of the dogs bumps the back of your legs and you tip forward into Wooyoung who nearly falls off balance if it weren’t for the other dog behind him. How cleverly they corral their humans into each other’s embrace once more. 

“Our dogs have an agenda,” Wooyoung laughs, his hands finding a little more confidence, arms winding a bit tighter around your waist. “I think they want me to kiss you…Any thoughts on that?”

“Um, yeah,” swallowing your nervous laughter, you smile down at the pups and then back up to him. “I think that’s a really good idea.”

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[goldfades]

Hamster nonnie on the computer get ready. This is a big heavy so buckle up... plz :b

Or I'm soaking your socks in pickle juice, your favorite fucking socks at that >:b.

Touching on a topic I've mentioned in the past; about how The girls are lucky the manager is the way she is.

People who have been on the team with the manager years before, make it a point to tell the freshman to "Be grateful that she's as understanding and empathetic as she is, don't take it for granted." I see the manger as someone who was doing summer training before she officially became the manger, and had some situations to deal with then and very quickly showed that she may be remorseful, but she will not put up with your shit.

I've talked about how the manager want's to be petty soooo fucking bad when the girls hurt her, or piss her off, or whatever; but she can't. She understands. Going back to the manager being an academic weapon I heavily suspect that due to the broken family she came from, she's taken Psychology classes to try and understand why. How does the brain work, why did her dad leave, why is her mom barely present.

She wanted answers so she threw herself into Psychology thinking that that was going to give her what she wanted, but quickly she realized the harsh reality of the actions of the people around her. It wasn't some chemical deficiency, It wasn't an Illness, people just sometimes are like that. This realization really took a tole on her, I feel like us as people have that realizations sometimes that people are just bad people regardless of what mentality they have. There was no excuse.

During this time she also got familiar with co existence within cause and effect:

Yes she is resilient, and she needs a break.

Yes she was sure, and things change.

Yes she forgives that person, and that does not mean acsess.

Yes others have it worse, and your pain is still valid.

Yes she gave it her all, and she needs to back up.

Yes her parent's did all they could, and their choices wounded her.

Yes she can understand the situation, your frustration, your emotions, and that does not mean that it was right to take it out on her.

And I feel like that ^ always sends the girls and even Geno into a loop. Of how understanding she it whilst also standing 10 toes down on that boundary that just because she understands, does not mean it was okay. Being stern yet caring, putting up a border for space because she needs it, but it's soft enough to touch when she's needed.

When any of the girls know they fucked up, while they may be hesitant, and sensing the aura the manger is giving them. They still feel comfortable stepping up and apologizing when they feel ready. She's build this empire of warmth and nurturing covered with fences full of thorns as a reminder of acceptance but stinging realizations.

There's that comfort but also that professional boarder that she also puts up, not to caring and kind to make it seems as though what happened was okay & they're back on good terms, but not cold and stoic enough to make it seem as through they've revived someone who is just their manager and a void of who used to be their friend.

-🐹(sorry not sorry for the angst nehhehhehhehheh)

oh my hod, you’ve done it again nonnie 😮‍💨😮‍💨 this is ABSOLUTE GOLD!!!!

she’s such a psych girly i’m so glad we agree on this because yes!!! she’s such a healthy communicator too bc she knows that if you keep it all in, it’ll blow up in your face HOWEVER she never pushes them to open up until they want to, cause she also knows that isn’t good either

I ALSO LOVE WE CAN GALK AB RHE FUNNIEST SHIT ONE SECOND AND THEN NOW WE’RE PSYCHO-ANALYZING HER ITS SO FUNNY😭😭😭😭😭😭

this entire ask is just chefs kiss 💋

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

So I edited some of the Lost In The Book With Stitch event with some headcanons

I always headcanon Riddle being ftm transgender-nonbinary (he/they) and while his mother sucks and doesn't support she allowed him take top surgery just didn't give him the emotional support afterwards in a way of "If you're enough to make big decisions in your body than you're old enough to not ask for mummy's cuddles" kind of way

This event helped him the most finally find peace with himself, yeah he felt comfortable with himself after the surgery but for some reason he felt more free here with these people he wouldn't be on a vacation with in the start with this odd fluffy creature

I have a headcanon he has a tooth gap still growing from Ace's punch in chapter 1 that he secretly likes

He started collecting sea shells after this

Lots of freckles

Kind of realizes his crush on this trip, he had it for a while obviously but this made him realize "Oh shit-"

My sister says she can see Riddle's whole reaction to his crush on Floyd like Moana's poll to the ocean and I can see it

Ftm transgender (I grew with that headcanon) and got his top surgery right before attending Night Raven Collage

Lots of freckles

Kind of wishes he stayed just cause he adored the feeling of being there so much

Knows now he would be a good dad

After this his mood with his friends became different, he became more chill and nicer to those he isn't too, even Riddle after they kind of talked things over by the water

Has lots of scars over the years

Thanks to the Twitter @gay-salt-amber showed me, he had piercings and tattoos he hid for the sake of being a father and student, biggest tattoo is on the back of his thigh that was made in honor of one of the solders in his old Army who died

Nonbinary gremline

Sung with the ukulele during a beach campfire

He feels like he gets Stitch the most out of the whole cast

Vows to hopefully bring Silver and everyone else there

Lowkey wants more kids

Literally almost cried when leaving

I always think the Octa-Trio get some traces of their merform, so the Leech twins has a teal-greenish undertone under their skin when that becomes visible when exposed to water and if you look closely their toes get webby kind of

LOTS OF FRECKLES

Has a tongue piercing he sometimes takes out

Had the most fun being in his dream element, especially when Azul and Riddle there!

So I know I didn't edit their cards cause they honestly didn't strike editing art on them but I'll add Jack and Azul!

Really enjoyed the sudden change of pace and weather

Didn't like the beach life at first cause the salt water was knotting his furr and the sand did not help the idea, but he quickly grew adapting the idea of it and even enjoyed the knots and combing them out

After this he set up a vacation to the beach with his siblings

Fell in love with the scent of the beach

Was super self conscious about taking his shirt and being in the water and wouldn't have done either if it weren't for Floyd threatening to throw him into the ocean and Grim's teasing

Calmed down after a while and relaxed enough to just enjoy everything

Let his merform out during the night when it's too dark to see when Floyd joined in, did the same, and Riddle joined it but wasn't scared which amazed and calmed him more

Got inspired for profit but just inspired in general as he spend those days enjoying everything all together, swimming in the water, eating food, running and rolling in the sand

He also has freckles but they're small and light

Because of his bright mood after he was extra nice which freaked people out

He surprised the Leech twins with a dish of their favorite foods but didn't tell them how he managed to cook that stuff being he's, well, a octopus merman

Doesn't believe in gender but doesn't want to think about his own

Lowkey wants kids now

They all got closer after the whole thing

They all shared things of their pasts, with choices of being vague to some parts and areas for obvious reasons on Azul's and Lilia's part

As soon as Yuu mentioned a store that sold Stitch plushes, they got one right away

Lots of lowkey romantic tensions for whoever you want to say, Riddle x Floyd, your favorite ship, any of the cast with Yuu/You

They visit the Mostro Lounge every time they have free time or after a dorm head meeting, bring along people from their dorms as well

And in tradition of every Twst event so far, there's a playlist I made

[running-tweezers]

You know, I never really talk about the specifics as to why I’m so cautious about fandom and what I get involved in on here. And also as a result why I’m often really scared to interact with people. But I was recently talking about my experience with a friend and doing a lot of unpacking with myself. And as tough as it is, I think I want to share, in case it might help someone.

CW: threats of death and sexual assault, unwanted romantic/sexual advances, suicide, toxic relationships

I will try to make this as concise as possible but no promises lol

It was around 2014. I was about 19/20. I had recently started being more active in a fandom that will remain unnamed. This fandom was by far the biggest one I’ve ever been a part of, but not a big super fandom, like Superwholock or Marvel or whatever was big at the time. And this piece of media was everything to me. I kept up with new content religiously. I went to conventions. I cosplayed. I have beloved memories with irl friends attached to it. It brought me such genuine joy, and there’s a part of me that’s sad it’s been so poisoned for me that I can’t look at anything related to it anymore.

I was just starting to dip my toe into the online fandom aspect of things, and I was looking for people to follow. I saw someone make a post about my favorite character, and I agreed with the take so hard, it was as if I wrote it myself. So I followed instantly. Not long after, that blog followed me back, and sent me a DM. We’re gonna call him G.

G introduced himself and asked me if I followed him because I read his fanfic. I didn’t even know he wrote fanfic. Turns out G was a WAY bigger deal in the online fandom than I realized. He had written what was, at the time, the longest running piece of fanfiction for this fandom. He was what some might consider a “Big Name Fan”. I was so shocked that someone that big wanted to follow me, a tiny blog who was better known for posting about musical theater before getting into this fandom.

We talked about my favorite character for a while, and then started talking in the DMs more regularly after that. I was so excited that I was making a friend within this fandom. And someone so well known! It was crazy! I did read his fanfic, it definitely wasn’t for me, not my cup of tea, but that was fine! I didn’t need to tell him that, that would be rude! So I lied, and told him I loved it. I also told him I loved one of his favorite ships, even though I was pretty eh on it, didn’t care one way or the other. But I couldn’t hurt his feelings! This was a new friend!

That was mistake number one, but also maybe what ended up saving me.

After a while, our conversations turned a little more personal, talking about our lives outside of fandom. That’s when things started getting weird. G seemed like he maybe wanted something more than friendship. I was pretty clear that I was in a serious relationship at the time and not available (which was true, that relationship is now my wonderful husband) and he would back off a bit. But soon he was back on it again, reblogging my selfies with strings of heart eye emojis, sending me ask game responses straight up telling me that he thought I was hot and he had a crush on me, basically pushing things as far as he could without crossing a line.

Never once did I consider unfollowing him, or blocking him though. Because after we became friends I started to see that G was not afraid of calling people out. He had enough sway that he could turn a large swath of people against someone if he talked shit in a post. And honestly, he was ruthless. If I turned him down outright, or stopped talking to him, that could be me he went after next. Thats when I became absolutely terrified of upsetting him. So I kept putting up with his advances, kept praising his fanfic I didn’t like, kept talking all about this ship he loved, kept listening to him talk shit about people who didn’t agree with his opinions, kept talking to him like we were buddies. But I was scared.

It wasn’t until much much later down the line that realized I was essentially in a controlling and abusive relationship with this guy. The fact that it was platonic and not romantic (at least on my end) clouded that for me in the moment. My life revolved around online fandom, the drama, the discourse, and making sure my opinions lined up with his so he wouldn’t get mad at me.

That’s how it went until shit eventually hit the fan. I was gone for a while and I couldn’t get online for a week or so. I remember worrying that he was gonna get mad that I wasn’t answering him. So when I got the chance to go online again I went to check. And G was gone. Account deactivated. I was so confused, so I went digging in the fandom tag.

Turns out G had been exposed for sending very detailed and personal death and rape threats to people who didn’t agree with him. People who didn’t ship his favorite ship. People who didn’t like his fanfic. He had been sending these threats the entire time I knew him.

I have never felt such retroactive fear in my entire life. I was one of the people who didn’t agree with him on everything. I didn’t ship his favorite ship. I didn’t like his fanfic. I just lied and said I did to placate him. If he was sending such detailed and personal death and rape threats to total strangers on the Internet, I cannot imagine what he might have done had he found out I also didn’t agree with him. Someone he thought was his friend. Someone he was obviously romantically and sexually attracted to.

And I realized that just because he deactivated his account, that didn’t mean he was gone. He could very easily make another account. He could find me again.

That filled me with such dread that I quit tumblr. I left this website and fandom entirely.

The next year was what I consider one of the worst of my entire life mentally. Not all of it was because of this, but I think this experience, plus a lot of things about fandom/tumblr culture in general at the time were definitely the one jenga block I pulled that knocked the whole tower down. I ended up trying to take my own life that year. Fortunately that didn’t happen and I got help that I desperately needed.

I debated coming back to tumblr for a long time. I was gone from online fandom for 8 years. And I missed it. It wasn’t all bad. I missed the joy it was capable of bringing me. So now that I’m nearly 30, I decided to come back so I could join the Redacted community, because it had become such an intense hyperfixation. I figured I had grown, and I knew how to set boundaries and control my time online now. And for the most part I have. There are for sure still times where I see things within this community that trigger old feelings, and sometimes I wonder if coming back was a mistake. But for the most part I’m really proud of myself for coming back and making the experience of being part of a fandom a positive one again.

If you feel like fandom is becoming a place that is hurting you, PLEASE. Set boundaries. Take control of your time online. Nothing and nobody in any fandom is more important than taking care of yourself and your mental health. It may seem so incredibly important but at the end of the day? It’s only tumblr. There is a great big world out there and this is a teeny tiny slice of it. Don’t let that tiny slice ruin everything else, ok? If I can help one single person by sharing this, it will have been worth it.

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Any plans for Rootspring? Poor dude didn't get a distinct personality once he became a warrior....

I won't lie, nothing is super duper set-in-stone at the moment, since I'm still only now giving TBC a proper read instead of a skim.

And I... Don't like Rootpaw. Don't get me wrong, I think he is adorable, physically. I know he is supposed to be fluffy but I still love Scrawny Toothpick Rootspring.

I also like that, so far (mid-book 2) his friendship with Shadowsight feels... Pretty natural. I also love Needlepaw but I know she develops "Warrior Cats Protagonist Sister" disease and the writers use her to be mean to her brother....

Also he is horrible to his father. No matter your feelings on Tree, Rootpaw is nasty towards his dad.

So, WCR!Rootspring has a few changes so far that I would love to know you guys' thoughts on.

He gets to pick his name, technically.

Rootpaw, braving all his nerves about talking to Leafstar, climbs up to her den one day and asks if he can be named after Dewspring. He and Dewspring are quite close, Dewspring also has a good reputation, despite his youth. He is going to be Head Of Construction one day, like Sandynose was. Rootspring wants to be like the big tough hero that hunts day and night for building materials so that everyone can be comfortable during the leafbare.

He may not be getting together with Bristlefrost.

I've said this one before, the point still stands. As of now BristleRoot is hanging in the balance. It could be BristleNeedle instead. She still saves him, and this makes him want to help her and give her some food because... That's what friends do. Right?

This could be a properly developed friendship that only evolves into romance just before tragedy strikes, before Bristlefrost disappears. He never got the chance to say "I love you". He was her comfort while she was pigeonholed into Thunderclan's unwilling Deputy. She got to sneak out to meet with him in-between being used by Bramblefake and trying to maintain her friendships within Thunderclan.

He is a jack-of-all-trades, master of none.

The thing he is probably best at is Glyphs, as WCR!Needleclaw is deaf, and that is how she communicates best. He likes some crafting, such as woodwork, pelt working, and construction. Foraging isn't featured as much during to the time TBC takes place in, but he is on Foraging patrols during ASC. He wants to put his toes into each pool, for fun.

His insecurities are now going to make some sense

Tree having been a loner makes Rootpaw and Needlepaw subject to bullying. Where Needlepaw just rolls her eyes and shrugs it off, "I'm glad I can't hear them. They've got nothing worth listening to.", Rootpaw feels a lot more effected by them. Kite and Turtle get better, especially when he helps Turtlepaw out with her assessment during The Silent Thaw.

He and Bristlefrost are getting ripped out of the Erin's hands, they can stay protags but I'm gonna be making them much more interesting now.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

(OC anon again)

My OC also got burnt by a bully, which is why I think I got so worried after realizing the Mews in Darkened Stars, but finally being able to read through it because Tumblr mobile decided to work, makes me realize they're more different than I thought

My oc, Michael, got burnt by a Chameleon thats trainer got too cocky, who immediately tried to claim self defense against him because his Quaxly named Pom Pom got free from her pokeball and attacked on sight, Pom Pom wasn't taken away luckily but he was sent to "study abroad" with some family in Hoenn while he recovered originally, going back after only a year and suddenly rushing through the Gym leaders with his team he was allowed to take with him to Hoenn, he actually left the school before Team Star was formed, and only went back because Nimona and Arven talked him into it, in this a currently unnamed oc of mine is the one who does the actual story of ScarVio where as Michael is meant to represent moreso like the people who go into it unsure and questioning everything, he didn't go on the big grand adventure, but he is friends with Nimona and Arven but distanced himself while they had their Adventure because he didn't want to step on any toes with the new kid they became friends with ya know, as he didn't want to try to make new friends and instead focused on his baby Mew, I have a story in mind for him to become friends with the other OC but I wanna finalize the other OC first

Also the baby Mews nickname is Ham because the first thing it did after hatching was eat all the ham Michael had, and Arven had to win it's affection with a ham sandwich

The burning is defo too close for comfort, but it's pretty interesting overall ^^ hope you have fun buulding up your character.

[pepitaluna]

Much has already been said about the Live Action adaptation, but I'm adding in my thoughts because I'm in a meeting that I don't really care at all about, and I'm on a YYH brain rot. 💖

Overall, I like it for what it is: an interesting retelling of Yuyu Hakusho. I didn't find the CGIs too distracting, the color grading feels nostalgic, the fight choreography is very on point, I immediately took to all the actors and felt that they delivered, and I could see the care in the little details like lines and sequences that they picked from the Manga and some few from the anime. The first two episodes is good and hooks you in, but the latter episodes suffered from the pacing. I'd compare it to having a 5-course meal, with the last 3 courses being fed to you in succession. And because the show was busy feeding you plot points it forgets emotional resonance. With better pacing, I think this would have been better. That said, I'd give this a 7/10.

I have other thoughts but if anyone cares, maybe it will be nice to talk about this LA or just YYH in general. 😊

MORE SPOILER HEAVY THOUGHTS UNDER THE CUT! (will be edited as more thoughts come along) 👉🏼 💥

👉🏼 I recognize that I may be an outlier here, but I feel that by combining the first four arcs, it makes the story more cohesive. It hits on the necessary plot points to get to the climax of YYH - finding out about the corruption of the spirit world. Paced appropriately this probably would have Toguro as the red herring big bad of the show but ultimately have it all lead to Sensui.

👉🏼 And also budget. And more episodes.

👉🏼 While I was sad over not having the Dark Tournament I sat with it for awhile and realized that it's fine. If granted a few more seasons, the 3 Kings Arc can have this handled (then maybe it might not feel so empty, lol)

👉🏼 The pacing really took a lot from the emotional pay-off in the last two episodes. I want more interactions! Esp between the four. Yusuke and Kuwabara really had a good rapport. It's nice to know the actors became close with each other IRL too.

👉🏼 Keiko and Yukina interacting is so endearing to me. ❤️

👉🏼 IDC what anyone says Botan's outfit is fucking beautiful. Those piercings and peep toe boots? Amazing.

👉🏼 Although I have to say that some of the outfits (esp the ones in the Casino at Ep. 1) feel weird and make it hard to place this adaptation.

👉🏼 I love that, even though we don't get a lot of interactions between Yusuke and Keiko, the Live Action highlights gets the core of their relationship. More than just Yusuke's childhood friend and voice of reason, Keiko is his moral compass and sees him for who he is.

👉🏼 MAN MEIKO KAIJI FOR ONE EPISODE CMON. 😭 But that just tells me that this adaptation might have ultimately edited certain parts or re wrote the script to cut the train arc so early because of budgetary constraints. You can't convince me that they had Lady Snowblood only to utilize her for a short time.

👉🏼 Dat Smile Bomb Easter egg really hit me in my kokoro. 💖

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

Roxy's Perspective - Additional Chapter

Description: Roxy has been Aurora Lou's best friend since they were teenagers but when Bill becomes a big part of Aurora's life their friendship changes.

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, talk about sex, talk about weight and looks, plastic surgery, cheating, jealousy, bullying, toxic relationships, mentions of abuse.

Notes: this is additional "scenes" to the original stories so scenes from the original story aren't a part of this story.

“A plain but ambitious girl” 

That was probably how Roxy would have explained Aurora Lou, before the nose job. 

They met at their ballet class when they were fifteen. They were the most ambitious girls in the class and of course they became friends, the other didn't seem to understand how serious the dancing was. They tipped on their toes next to each other with squared postures. The sweat ran down their backs because of their teachers' hard drill but the two of them never whined. 

Their teacher, Mrs. Cassidy, looked at them proudly but gave Aurora an extra long look. She had many times said out loud, in front of the whole class that Aurora had the perfect body for the dance. The teacher probably thought the girls would be jealous, trying to lose weight to look more like Aurora but none of them wanted to look like her. She looked like a child compared to them, petite, with a flat chest and no other curves. No guy looked at her, with her messy curls and childlike futures. Roxy thought she was cute and kind though, even if she had understood both the girls in the dance class and at her school thought she was a pain in the ass. She sang all the time. She heard from people that she walked through the corridors singing, sat alone outside, singing and that even the librarian was forced to hush her because she suddenly wanted to try the acoustics in the school's library. Roxy wanted to give her a chance though, even if the time and activities with Aurora were limited. She had an insane curriculum with singing lessons, dance lessons and piano lessons. She didn't drink and seemed to be afraid of guys. 

One day they laid in the May sun by Aurora's parents' pool. They had been friends for a year and big things had happened that year. Roxy met her first boyfriend, Aurora won a singing contest but she also finally got her period. Roxy talked about her summer plans with her boyfriend while Aurora listened and gave her her full attention. Roxy wondered if she was jealous of her, if she understood that not many guys were interested in her but would never ask. It felt like a subject you didn't talk with Aurora about, everything was about her music career for her. 

Roxy looked at Aurora's mom Melinda fascinated where she sat on the opposite side of the pool. She was so beautiful and young. Her own mom said she was a trophy wife, a young wife to a rich plastic surgeon. Roxy thought she was wrong, Aurora's dad was funny and kind and the two grown ups kissed a lot, she had even seen them make out in a way other grown ups didn't. Her father, Paolo, came out to them and sat down by Melinda's side. 

“Have you told Roxy the news, honey?” He shouted to Aurora over the big pool. Roxy gave her a curious look with a small smile. Has she met a guy? 

Aurora laughed embarrassed and played with a knot on her bikini bottom. 

“I have been offered a record deal…” she smiled big but blushed heavily. 

Roxy made an excited scream and hit Aurora playfully on her arm.

“Oh my god! That's awesome! 

“But… They think I must be a bit older and they want to see how I ‘evolve’...” Aurora looked down and shrugged her shoulders. 

“Oh… Is it like… an appearance thing?” Said Roxy carefully. Aurora was such a talented singer and dancer and she could also see Aurora didn't really look like a popstar, even if she slowly had gotten more curves and learned to master her curls. 

Aurora didn't say anything, so the answer was obvious. Roxy wondered what they wanted her to change. Or would they wait for puberty to hit? 

Roxy continued to talk about her boyfriend again when Aurora had been silent a bit too long. Aurora smiled and laughed at the stories. It was hard to read Aurora but Roxy forgot about her news while talking about her boyfriend. 

××× 

Aurora had said she had a lot to do over summer but then she continued to be as hard to reach the first part of autumn. Roxy thought she tried to dump her as a friend and got annoyed at her but when she even missed ballet practice she got a feeling something was wrong. 

“Mrs. Cassidy,” she asked after a lesson and walked up to her teacher who wiped off the bar they had been standing by with a wet rag. She looked up at Roxy with a small smile. 

“Eh… Have you heard anything from Aurora? She hasn't been here for so long.” 

Mrs. Cassidy looked down at the wet rag with pursed lips. 

“That girl had so much potential… She called, dropped out. Because of weight gain.” 

Roxy looked uncomfortable with her teacher. It didn't feel okay that she told her that but she didn't say anything. 

“It's always how it starts… Probably a boy. Don't make the same mistake, Roxanne.” 

Roxy wondered what had actually happened. Had she gained so much weight she was at fat camp or something? It sounded weird when Aurora had probably weighed under 100 pounds. 

She didn't have any other option than to visit her even if it felt weird to do so when she didn't answer any of her messages. 

It was Melinda who opened the door, dressed in leggings and a sports bra. She looked so good that it was hard to understand why her daughter had become so plain. 

“Oh! Roxy! Nice to see you,” she said kindly but didn't let her in. Roxy smiled and played with her light brown hair. 

“Is Aurora okay? I haven't heard from her for a very long time.” 

Melinda smiled a little and looked towards the stairs. 

“She's okay, wait a moment so I can see if she's home.” 

Melinda walked into the house while Roxy stood in the doorway looking into the big hallway. She understood Melinda walked to see if Aurora wanted to talk to her and prepared herself for a no. She was surprised for several reasons when she saw Aurora, mostly because of the tape on her nose and bruises under her eyes. It was obvious she had gotten a nose job but it wasn't the only thing that was different with her. Instead of a petite, childish figure she now had hips and curvy thighs and when she walked by the mirror Roxy could also see she had a really nice ass. Even with the tape on her nose Roxy saw her differently, she was hot. It was probably not that much that was different with her in reality but the smaller nose made her big brown eyes become doll-like and her lips inviting. She was beautiful. Roxy looked at her with big eyes and didn't know what to say. This was the same Aurora, but in six months she had become a young woman. She didn't know why she felt pain in her stomach. 

“Hey… Can you come in? I hate to show myself like this…” said Aurora embarrassed and pointed to her nose. Roxy smiled a little uncomfortably and walked into the house. Aurora was dressed as her mother while Roxy came from school, in jeans and a hoodie. 

“Did your dad…?” She asked carefully and nodded to the nose. 

“Yeah… Instead of having his real one, he has given me a new one,” she joked and looked at Roxy take off her shoes. Together they walked into the house. It was as modern and clean as it had always been, only that school books were spread over the dining room table. 

“I'm trying to study from home… I have so many things to do now, I haven't had time to go to school…” said Aurora embarrassed and walked to the kitchen. She gave them each a coke while they sat down next to her books by the table. 

“Oh? The nose job and..?” 

Aurora still looked just as embarrassed. 

“I'm recording now… I've written some of the songs myself…”

Roxy nodded a little but felt the jealousy creep up. She didn't think anything would actually happen with the record deal. 

“Mrs. Cassidy said you had gained weight?” 

Aurora laughed, she didn't seem to care that their teacher talked about her behind her back.��

“Yeah I did… Over the summer. I quit the ballet diet and then it was just like, boom! I gained 20 pounds or something. For me that's a lot, because of my height. But I've lost some of it now but it was quite funny telling Cassidy that…” 

Roxy looked at her carefully with a doubtful smile. If she had been more confident she would have told Aurora how good she looked but she couldn't. Aurora had a record deal, a new nose and rich parents, she didn't need to hear that she looked good also. 

“I’m sorry I haven't answered you… Em… Because you will hate me…” said Aurora and looked down at her hands. Roxy gave her a confused look but understood Aurora was ashamed of something. 

“You know your boyfriend's police report? I was the one filing it…” 

Roxy's boyfriend had been accused of stealing from people on the beach with his friends. They weren't together anymore but she had never believed the accusations. 

“They stole my shoes, weirdly enough. I didn't have anything else to steal but I saw them carry my shoes and also go through some other people's pants pockets…” continued Aurora. “I understand if you don't want to believe me.” 

Roxy nodded slowly. She didn't know what to believe and instead waved it away. She wasn't with him anymore. 

“We're not together any longer and… And I need a new, better boyfriend!” 

*** 

Being sixteen was exciting in many different ways. New experiences, new friends, a new sort of freedom. But there were also many negative things about being sixteen. Such a thing was insecurity and the four ballet girls that had made fun of Aurora's body earlier, all felt it when she stood in the hallway together with them at a big New Years Eve party. Aurora had been so plain, boring even but there she stood in high strappy heels and a pink sequin dress. She looked like the pop princess she was about to be and the teenage boys dropped their jaws when they looked at her. The other girls pretended not to notice how much attention she got and that made Aurora believe she had just imagined things. Roxy looked at her friend and felt a bit stupid in her black short dress. She looked not at all as hot as Aurora but tried to tell herself Aurora was more “girl pretty”, guys wouldn't see her as that hot.

“There’s so many people here,” said Aurora with a giggle. Roxy nodded a little and looked at three guys looking towards them, she stretched her back and pouted with her lips but when they walked closer it was obvious all three of them looked at Aurora. Aurora seemed oblivious to what was happening. This was her first real party and both she and Roxy had probably never believed she would be the girl everyone talked about. Two of the guys suddenly took Aurora's hands and pulled her close to them. 

“Where have you been all my life?” Said one of the guys and looked her up and down. 

“That dress is amazing,” said another. Aurora giggled uncomfortably and looked down at her dress. 

“What's your name?”

“Aurora Lou,” she said embarrassed. 

“Aurora Lou!” Exclaimed the boys in choir. 

Roxy and two of her friends looked at them unamused. She probably needed to get used to this now. Aurora wasn't plain anymore, she was the most beautiful girl there and the next Friday her song with a famous DJ would be released. She had the boys and the world in her hands. 

Roxy continued to watch Aurora mingle around. The big eyed boys, the jealous girls but also the ones that just wanted to be close to her light. She didn't feel that jealous until midnight when she saw Aurora get her first kiss from Chase McCarthy. He had graduated last year and was the hottest guy in Roxy's school then. He was the guy every girl wanted. He made out with Aurora Lou, the girl who sang in the corridors and had a folder where she planned her first tour. He probably didn't know that Aurora hadn't been that hot a year ago, and that she didn't have Los Angeles' cutest nose then. When he a month later became Aurora's boyfriend she got used to the thought but wondered if he knew Aurora's nose was fake.

××× 

There is a point where all teenage girls learn there is a girl everything seems easier for, a girl who has looks, money and the best sort of life. Roxy learned to accept that Aurora was that girl and also saw that it was probably always the plan. It was easy making fun of a girl like Aurora in their teens, who prepared for her career down to the smallest details and laid all her waking time to just get better at her craft but it was also the kind of person that would succeed. Aurora had already decided she would succeed. 

Roxy learned to stand behind her both figuratively and literally as her background dancer. If she was honest she knew she would never have the energy to do all the hard work Aurora did and that she probably wouldn't have worked as a dancer if it wasn't for Aurora but she was a bit too proud to confess that. 

Roxy put all the time Aurora put on her career to party and find the perfect guy, or so she thought he was. She met him when she was 18 and he was 23. He was tall and handsome and studying to become a surgeon. He was her Dr. Dreamy and only hers. He wasn't interested in Aurora at all and often called her a diva even if she wasn't. He had never wanted to be around her so he didn't know Aurora was the kind of girl who gave up her seat to a stranger just to suddenly be without a seat herself. Roxy loved Aurora and saw her goodness but was glad her boyfriend didn't. 

While her own relationship with her boyfriend evolved smoothly to a grown up relationship she saw her friend struggle. Aurora got together with another young artist, Timmy Laurent and nothing went the way she wanted with him. Roxy hated to see her struggle like that and wished that she would meet a good guy soon but when she finally did… Roxy didn't react as she had thought…

××× 

“He's much older than you!” She said, shaking her head. Aurora, her and three other friends sat around a table in an Italian night club. Aurora had walked by some guy in the line she recognized and now wanted to talk to. An older guy she admired and also thought was sexy, he wasn't at all so stereotypical pretty as Timmy. 

“Who cares about that! He just has experience!” said their friend Erica with a pointed look towards Aurora. Aurora smiled with a blush. Roxy could be a bit annoyed at Erica, it was Aurora's friend from the start and she thought she could be too loud and vulgar. Roxy believed Aurora hadn't dared to tell Erica about her story with guys, how they all had broken her heart and left her in crumbles. It started with Chase thinking she was a workaholic and left her for a girl at his gym. Then it was Timmy who was a serial cheater and when they had a break she was with Philip that abused her mentally, so much her father had forbidden him to contact her anymore. 

Roxy believed Aurora wouldn't talk with anyone else than her about it and was irritated that Erica made everything sound so easy. Aurora's lovelife wasn't easy. 

Roxy really believed Aurora would listen to her and let the guy be but when she had walked off from the dance floor she saw Aurora sit on a low couch together with a tall guy dressed in black. He had his hand on her thigh and Aurora looked at him with big eyes, an attribute she and the guy shared. While Aurora had big chestnut eyes framed by long lashes, he had big green eyes that instead were framed by shadows from his prominent eyebrow bone. They had a similar expression on their faces; big curious eyes and a small almost blushing smile. Roxy looked at him intensely. He wasn't her type but she could see he had something and he was probably as tall as her ex, the surgeon, who she had left when she realized he had failed his studies and moved home to his parents. 

“I think they look cute together and I get a good feeling looking at him. His jeans actually fit, his smile is kind and he has good arms…” said Erica with a smirk. She suddenly stood next to Roxy and sipped on a gin & tonic. Roxy looked at her a bit annoyed. 

“Aurora is fragile… She should keep away from men for a while…”

Erica made an amused exhalation.

“She has never even been with a man! Come on, this is good for her!” 

Roxy didn't say anything, just moved to the bar to order something. She looked at Aurora when she left the guy and felt pleased seeing her leave him behind but she got a bad feeling when he stood up and also walked out from the same door. He was taller than her ex and had a swagger in his steps. The people who knew the guy would have understood it was something temporary from a confidence boost by getting attention from Aurora but she saw his confident, laid back steps as a sign on how bad news he was.

××× 

Roxy sat in the limo home with the other girls, all of them except Aurora. She had texted Erica and told them she had already gone home with “company”. Roxy felt negative emotions in her chest while looking out from the window of the limo. She couldn't put a finger on if she was just worried for her or if it was something else. It felt weird Aurora had texted Erica instead of her but also that Aurora hadn't taken her advice to let the guy be. Now he was at their (Aurora's) house and she had no idea what they were doing. Aurora wasn't the girl to sleep with a guy the first time she met him and she wondered if he would take a no graciously. She had seen how guys looked at Aurora since they were sixteen and knew it wouldn't be a good idea for her to take a guy home that she didn't know. 

In the house the girls could see some signs of a man being in there but it was quiet and dark so they guessed he was behind Aurora's closed bedroom door. Roxy looked at the whiskey on the coffee table and shook her head. It was typical Aurora to get a bit too comfortable with a guy fast, she was naive and had high thoughts about people. She stopped outside of Aurora's bedroom and listened if she could hear something but it was completely silent. 

“What are you doing?” Whispered one of the other girls that was on her way to her bedroom. Roxy licked her lips and shook her head. 

“I'm just worried…” 

The girl nodded. They knew that Roxy was Aurora's oldest friend and most often seemed to know better than Aurora about what she needed. The girl let Roxy listen outside of Aurora's door but as soon as Roxy was alone her curiosity took over and carefully she pushed down the door handle. 

The scene behind the door was sweet, even if she didn't really want to see it that way. The man laid on his back on the right side of the bed, facing the door. Half way on top of him laid Aurora under the silky cover, her cheek pressed against his chest while both of his big hands laid on her bum over the cover. It looked like they were used to sleeping together. Roxy looked at Aurora's face. She slept relaxed and heavy, even snoring lightly. Roxy then looked at the man. He had several attributes that were similar to Aurora, even if they weren't anything alike. His nose was upturned and his lips full. He had model high cheekbones that the little light in the room reflected on. He was beautiful. Roxy had always liked classic handsome men and this guy was that in some ways but had also attributes that she otherwise would see as unattractive; the deep set eyes, the high forehead, but it just made this man interesting to look at. She looked at him a few seconds too long and maybe he felt it because he moved suddenly, scratching his cheek but then laid his hand on Aurora's bum again. Aurora followed in his motions, like she already knew his moving pattern and rubbed her nose against his chest and smiled a bit in her sleep. 

Roxy closed the door with a beating heart. She stood a moment outside of the door, processing what she had seen. They looked like a couple in love but they had just met that night. Roxy felt the bad feeling in her stomach and interpreted it as a sign that this guy was bad, this guy was nothing for Aurora. 

××× 

Bill. Bill Skarsgård. Bill Istvan Günther Skarsgård. 

Roxy knew his whole name now. It wasn't hard to find out. As soon as she found out he was an actor named Bill his name and biography was just a google search away. Aurora had told them he was 40, separated and a father to three girls, she found the same thing online. There wasn't anything of importance answering why he had separated with his kids’ mother, the only thing she could find was that she was a few years older than him and the break up didn't seem to surprise his fans. 

She looked at him while he laid on a sun bed by the pool with them. They were still in Italy together and he had been over almost every day since two weeks back. Aurora had invited him in and changed the dynamic in the group. She was always close to him and acted in ways Roxy hadn't seen before. She had always seemed unsure and eager to please with other guys but with him she dared to be herself with a constant smile on her lips. She laid more or less on top of him in the sun bed while he was reading out of a thick book. It looked like Aurora slept with her nose pressed against the side of his neck but he just continued to read, like it was a small kitten lying on him instead of a woman. 

Roxy stood up and walked towards him. Just like all of them she wore swimwear. Bill looked up at her and smiled a little questioning, he didn't give her that from head to toe look Aurora's exes seemed to give every girl they met. 

“Is she awake?” Roxy asked and pointed to Aurora. Bill laid his book on the ground and looked down at Aurora. 

“I think the light is off completely,” he said with a smirk then looked up at Roxy. Roxy looked at his face for a few seconds but looked away. She wanted to ask him what he wanted with Aurora, if she could trust him but while she stood there it felt silly and if she had understood him correctly he wouldn't want to talk with her about Aurora when Aurora wasn't present in the conversation. Roxy wondered if he was just smarter and better at manipulation than Aurora's exes or if he was a good guy. While looking at him she became more and more sure it was the first option, he made her feel strange. 

“Roxy? Was it something?” He asked kindly while carefully moving Aurora's leg from his hip. Roxy looked at him again. He gave her a friendly smile but not at all as big as the one he always gave Aurora. 

“Ehm… I just wondered if Aurora is okay…” she said and he nodded a little. “Yeah, I will wake her soon. I just want to finish this chapter,” said he with a smirk, like she was his baby. Roxy smiled unsure. For the people around she looked like a worried friend but she had also another worry in her body she pushed away. 

A few minutes later Bill woke Aurora up and she straddled his hips. They didn't notice that Roxy watched them. His big hands dragged down Aurora's back, down to her hips. Aurora teasingly moved her hips and you could instantly see its effect by Bill's expression. He laughed and bit his lip. His face was so different when he looked at Aurora compared to when he looked at her. His eyes were hooded and almost sleepy and when Aurora moved her hips again he looked at her body greedily. His eyes were dark and his expression sexy. For a few seconds Roxy's mind got as dark as Bill's gaze. Perfect Aurora had of course found the perfect guy now… 

××× 

Roxy laid wall to wall with Aurora's bedroom in the house's second floor. She and the other girls had been out dancing while Aurora got the house alone for dinner with Bill. It was obvious what Aurora's idea with the night was but Roxy had also overheard her speak with Erica and how a bottle of lube had shifted hands. 

It had been quiet when they came home but after just an hour of sleep a sound woke Roxy up. First she thought it was a cat crying after attention but the cat started to sound more and more like Aurora. It sounded a bit pained but then she giggled and a man chuckled almost mockingly. In the same beat as Aurora's moaning Roxy heard the sound of skin slapping against skin. It sounded gross but Aurora's moaning was also alarming. She had heard her before, with Timmy and it didn't sound anything like this, this was much higher in pitch and some times it was dragged out like she had stepped on a piece of lego while trying to stop herself from cursing. 

Roxy laid her pillow over her head to try to shut the sounds out but then another sound increased. Bill's sounds. First his moans sounded just like a rumble through the wall, so deep it mostly just felt like a vibration but as it got louder, it also became higher in pitch. It sounded sensual and soft, like an ocean breeze. Roxy wanted to pretend as if she didn't want to hear but she really just wanted to listen to those soft moans and his low chuckle. When Aurora's sounds got higher again, together with the hammering from the headboard against the wall Roxy swallowed dryly. She had a pain in her chest that got worse from the beat from the headboard against the wall. She needed to speak with Aurora tomorrow. This was so unlike her, this wasn't the Aurora she knew. 

××× 

Kisses and hugs. Sweet smiles and laughter. Him explaining politics and philosophy for her. She was trying to teach him how to play the piano. Everything was so sugar sweet but then it was also the sexual tension, the sneaky hands and the loud moaning. It was just too much. 

Roxy didn't really know why she continued to be close to them. It was painful, especially when she wanted to be close to her best friend's boyfriend while his behavior towards her grew colder every time they met. He was an actor but he was bad at concealing his irritation with her, or he didn't care to hide it anymore. 

He was 40, had three childrens and sometimes was on the line to being rude to her. It wasn't a guy she would fall for in normal cases and not a guy she would think her best friend to be around. She was just worried for her friend, that was what it all was about. Nothing else. 

“No, I think he's weird. And the whole situation… I mean she has been with two rappers and now she's with him. Sure, he's handsome and all that but it will never work. She will get bored of him and then he probably will show his true colors,” said Roxy with a shrug. She had left Aurora's house at the same time as Michelle, Aurora's assistant and they walked to the neighborhood’s gate together. They had talked openly with each other many times, most often about Aurora, that they could be quite annoyed with. 

“Weird?” Asked Michelle carefully and looked down at the ground. 

“You know, one moment he is so silent, the next he's so loud. It's totally psychopath behavior.” 

Michelle laughed a little and looked up at the younger woman. 

“Bill is far from a psychopath, he might play it well but he is really grounded.” 

Roxy furrowed her brows and gave Michelle an examining look.

“How do you know?” 

Michelle smirked and shook her head to herself. 

“We dated for a while. I actually thought it would become something serious but then he met Aurora… But he hasn't told her. He isn't a psychopath but obviously an asshole.” 

Roxy looked at her with big eyes. She couldn't believe it, that the world could be that small. 

“I have photos,” Michelle stressed, she could see Roxy didn't believe her. 

“Let me see.” 

“I don't have them on this phone…” 

Roxy gave her a look, showing clearly she didn't believe her. 

“I do have them! I can send you them!” 

When Roxy was home in her own home she got a message from Michelle. She hadn't lied because there the picture was, the picture of her and Bill in an intimate kiss. She sat down on the couch in shock. He really was an asshole. Aurora must have the worst luck to find the worst guys. Cheater, abusers and liars. This was also the thing that could break Aurora free from the guy, if it was used the right way. If Roxy just showed it to her she knew she must explain how she had gotten the picture and then Aurora would find out Bill just had lied, not been cheating. She needed to use it so it seemed like he was also a cheater, that would make Aurora break up with him, nothing else would, Aurora was too forgiving. She looked at the picture and tried to come up with a plan and at the same time justify what she would do. She just wanted the best for her best friend. Bill wasn't the guy for her. 

××× 

Andrew sat with a hand over his mouth with the picture of Bill and Michelle in front of him. He was in his office with Roxy, Aurora's best friend, in front of him. 

“I don't know what to do… He's clearly a cheater but Aurora will never do anything about it…” said Roxy. Andrew stretched in his chair and made a doubtful face. 

“I felt he was bad news as soon as I met him. He is the sort of guy that could just wife her up and then it's over for her.” He was silent a while before adding: “and she doesn't want that.” 

Roxy nodded and waited for him to say something more. 

“There are already rumors about her being pregnant… I can use this too… If she doesn't listen. It feels a bit mean but what should we do? Clearly she doesn't know what’s for her own good. I miss her time with Timmy, he really made her a better artist.” 

Roxy swallowed hard because she didn't think that all. Maybe this was on the line of being a great friend and a bad friend but she wanted her to be happy and she wasn't happy with Timmy, far from it. Roxy just wanted her to be with someone else. Not Bill. He could go back to Sweden and become forgotten, both by Aurora and herself. 

“I’ll fix this Roxy, otherwise we will come up with something else to get that guy out. She doesn't listen anymore. She seems to believe she knows best now. I don't know what she believes, she's still 24 even if her boyfriend is a man.” 

Roxy nodded a little, even if she also was 24. She just agreed so he would do the work and make Bill disappear and make her and Aurora's friendship easy again. 

Andrew used the rumors about pregnancy and cheating as a fuel to make Aurora leave Bill but he didn't even hear that made any difference. Instead she pushed him even further away and it started to feel like she would fire him soon. He really needed to do something. 

Roxy heard from Aurora about the picture and how Aurora spoke like she never believed Bill would cheat. They were too in love. She started to feel powerless and at the same time it got harder and harder to even see Bill, but at the same time she didn't want anything else. Seeing him was the only thing that felt like it mattered. 

One July day she visited Aurora with the excuse she needed help with a guy she was seeing, even if in reality she wasn't dating. She knew it was Bill's birthday in just a bit more than a week and the couple would go to Italy in just a few days. She had the thought of giving him something, something small and thoughtful to make him understand she cared but couldn't come up with anything. She realized she didn't even know what he liked and felt awfully stupid. 

Aurora had no idea she would come, especially because they hadn't had as much contact for a time. As Aurora's best friend she had gained the trust to go into her house with her fingerprint and used that trust that day to let herself in. It was empty in the house and she looked around the big house but didn't meet anyone other than Aurora's dogs, until she looked out towards the pool. Bill laid alone on a sun bed with closed eyes. He had just bathing shorts on, a pair much shorter and tighter she had seen him in before. He was still wet after a swim and his hair was pushed back. He was probably unaware someone else was in the house because he stuffed a hand down the shorts to correct his member. Roxy didn't know what to do or look. She stood there and just stared at him even if all alarms rang in her head. It wasn't okay at all. Suddenly his phone rang on the table next to him and he answered with a bright smile. It was obvious with that smile who was calling. Roxy hid behind a counter so Bill wouldn't accidentally see her. 

“Babe, babe.” He laughed and hummed. “You know that's just bullshit. You're really clever even if you don't have high school grades… No, not as smart as me but that doesn't prove anything.” He laughed and then made a low chuckle, an in love chuckle. “Hit him then. It's okay for me. You know how to do it… And you're really sexy when you fight.” 

Roxy closed off. The conversation was intimate, nothing she should hear. It was proof they were just as in love when they believed no one saw or heard them. 

She snuck out of the house. She should just let them be but instead she fantasized about him talking that sweetly to her. No more weird side eyes and irritated sighs, he should just give her all that love. 

××× 

The lie had been the worst thing she had done her whole life. Aurora had been her friend for almost ten years and she had done everything in her power to steal her boyfriend. A boyfriend that had never even liked her and was crazy in love with her friend. It was idiotic, evil and desperate. 

Roxy talked to the press and told a gossip journalist she was sleeping with Bill Skarsgård, Aurora Lou's boyfriend and after that she had tried to kiss him. She was a desperate mess who lost her job, her best friend and many other friends at the same time. 

She retracted the confession and it never became an article but she didn't succeed in saving herself from the fall. After Aurora's new manager had fired her she became an aerobic instructor and lost all the luxury that being a friend to Aurora, had come with. 

She would always regret the things she did but it wasn't Aurora she thought about the most. It was Bill. The day she found out they had gotten married was a day of sorrow.

× 

[paragonrobits]

so today's writing hot take... well, not so much a hot take, but more of an observation:

while the idea of the Five Man Band (The Hero, the Foil, The Powerhouse, The Solution Person and the Heart) is a very solid idea for characterization and can go a long way to figuring characters out, in practice its usually better to just organically write characters and let them go wherever they want, and not to fight it whne it goes gainst your original vision.

A long time ago I was regularly writing a fanfic; over time the core cast expanded, and I had a group of characters.

They were the hot-headed and impulsive alien, a smart kid with a ton of alchemically-powered magitech devices, a highly skilled spiritual martial artist tiger-person, and a talking skull initially meant as comic relief. Soon the alien had a friend join; a fire-manipulating fighter who joined on behalf of the alien's larger friend group to keep him out of trouble and try to find a way to his original homeworld.

The set up was simple; the alien would be the leader, the kid the problem-solver, the tiger the powerhouse, the skull a comedic Heart, and the new guy's original role was not defined, but he was going to be a bit more thoughtful.

Things rapidly changed on me though, through natural characterization and shifts in dynamic. The alien remained the hero, as he was the main character.

But the kid soon became less of a solution guy; he wound up being a first rate blaster, eagerly blowing stuff up and using his powers in unexpected and intelligent ways, always the first to throw a punch except it was usually a gigantic fire ball while he made an ice slide zooming around enemies. The small, intelligent and apparently frail kid wound up being the reliable powerhouse; prone to argue, but always a trustworthy asset.

The tiger was powerful and strong, but while I initially intended to give him an arc about being prideful or arrogant, he wound up remaining a very level-headed and soft spoken figure. Whenever he fought he usually ended the fight pretty fast, but in general he was a stable present that encouraged the others and gave them advice. He was the Heart.

The skull was never meant to be a main character; he was actually supposed to take the role of Jiminy Cricket (the story initially being a reskin of Kingdom Hearts), giving exposition and thoughts on the worlds they visited. However, due to the character implicitly being extremely old, he wound up being deeply genre savvy because he was SO OLD, and had been part of so many adventures, he'd figured out the general patterns things tended to take, and was a lot smarter than his cocky demeanor let on, and he wound up being the Smart Guy; giving them advice, warning them about consequences, and proposing different ways to handle situation.

The fire guy wound up accidentally developing into the big brother and experienced, more competent character that he sometimes was mischaracterized by modern fandom (though i feel better about it because this was explicitly the result of long-term character development). While he and the alien lead had similar powers, it was because the alien SPECIFICALLY gained those powers through friendship with fire guy, and as time went on, the fire guy (while also a bad-tempered hothead with a tendency to just run at things) was a more moderate person, constantly keeping the alien guy on his toes, less aggressive than him and calmer by comparison, winning fights through superior experience and skill instead of his alien friend's manic aggressiveness, unpredictable attacks, and downright demented personality. He was the Foil/Lancer.

It would have been a lot harder to keep them in their original roles, so i didn't; by letting the organic development continue, it became a lot better than my original intentions, so my advice is to let it happen when you notice it.