#didn't really know how stuff like arm hair would work in the style

[mibexe]

Been super into Touchstarved lately, so here's my sona. :3 Full design and some colour concepts I did under the cut.

[after-witch]

Hazbin Hotel yandere Alastor imagine

note: discussions of sexual abuse, physical abuse, afab reader, misogny

Oh, to be in Hell and working for Valentino, who uses and abuses you, who goes from hot to cold depending on his moods, whims, and whatever might be pissing him off or propping him up at the moment.

It's not the living you wanted to be making. It's not the life--or afterlife--that you envisioned for yourself. But you owe him so much money (he fed you, and clothed you, and kept a roof over your ungrateful head, didn't he?) and you don't know how else you could pay him back.

But one day you happen to catch someone whispering about this new Hotel where you might be able to get better? Where life might be able to get better? Where you might get, and the word refuses to even catch on your tongue despite it dancing in your ears, redeemed?

You want that. All of it. Even it means risking getting the (after) life beaten out of you.

And on a rare free morning you sneak out and make your way to the front door and a tiny (cute, but, horrifying) little maid answers but before she can get a word in edgewise, a blonde woman--the literal princess of Hell, you realize--jumps into the doorway and grabs your hand to shake it vigorously and welcome you in with the biggest smile you've ever seen that isn't (for once) tinged with something awful behind it.

You practically trip inside as she excitedly pulls you into the foyer where a gaggle of people are sitting on a velvet couch and oh, shit, you know one of them.

Angel. You knew he was here--Val would not stop bitching about it--but it's different hearing about him being involved in this little project and actually seeing him out of the studio.

When Angel sees you, he freezes, his eyebrows shoot practically to the sky. And you're about to beg him not to tell Val, please-please-please, Angel might get away with being here but you don't have that kind of sway, when someone slides in front of you.

Red hair, pointy teeth, a fantastically red coat.

Alastor, of course.

You're not supposed to talk to him. Val and Vox made it clear to everyone in the studio. The Radio Demon is an "old timey fuck" who needs to fuck off and any one caught fraternizing with him might as well be fucking dead (or they'd wish they were) so stay away.

And his reputation wasn't any better with what you'd heard on the street.

But... he doesn't seem all that bad. And you were already taking a Big Fucking Risk by coming here, it's not like Val would go easier on you if you pleaded that sure, you snuck out, sure you came here when you knew you shouldn't, but you clamped your mouth shut and didn't talk to Alastor, you swear!

"Greetings," he says, and you want to smile a little. Because he really does sound like a radio, the kind your mom used to listen to when you were young, even though they were going out of style. Sometimes you missed that, sitting around the table while the radio played, tinny voices and music playing.

"Hi," you manage, voice quiet. "I mean, greetings," you say, stupidly, really.

But he doesn't call you a moron (like Val might) or ignore you (like Vox might)--instead he dips and picks up your wrist gently and he actually kisses your hand, a perfunctory gentlemanly peck of a greeting, instead of licking a slimy trail up your arm like Val is prone to do.

Can you help the little "oh!" that escapes your lips? No. Can you help the heated flush that creeps up your chest? No.

And if he, to everyone's surprise, winds up taking you under his wing--can you complain? No.

He doesn't tell you, like Val did, that you'll pay him back every red cent when he conjures up a closet full of clothes to replace your scant wardrobe. The clothes are modest and lovely and again, your mom springs to mind. The stuff she'd pull out of her closet and hold to her chest sometimes, because they no longer fit.

You wish you'd worn those clothes, when you got old enough to fit into them. But they were moth eaten and out of style and you'd look at her aghast when she asked if you wanted them when you were moving out.

So you didn't. But now... well, they don't fit so bad, do they? You even look nice in them. Alastor says "you're a vision of loveliness, dear," when you wear one of the outfits he's picked out. And you're not sure if it's a pun on his name or a genuine compliment, but you thank him all the same.

Charlie agrees to set up a room for you and Alastor helps with that, too. Although his help mostly involved changing out the standard linens for something nicer, stocking your closet and dresser with old fashioned clothes, and removing the TV.

You almost protested, but he reminded you that "your old friend Vox just might pop in and see you" and ah, it all made sense.

Alastor was looking out for you. Like he did with the clothes. Like he does with the way he helps you navigate the vague, ever-changing lessons that Charlie tries to teach.

Everyone here is nice, all things considered, for Hell.

It's not perfect.

Sometimes you would like to wear something more flashy and stylish, but what outfits Charlie manages to procure never seem to make it into your wardrobe.

Angel always looks like he's going to vomit when Val calls because at this point you are considered "missing" and Val does not like it when his "whores try to ghost him," as you'd once heard him screeching on Angel's phone.

Angel always denies that you're here, denies that he's seen you, and for once, you're glad he can act well when it really matters.

And if Alastor gets a little too clingy... if he gets a little too controlling? If sometimes he reminds you of Val, pushing and pulling you in the directions he wants, you just remind yourself that he's not as bad.

He doesn't ever, ever hit you. He doesn't yell at you or even raise his voice, really!

He corrects, that's all.

Steers you to the right outfits, reminds you how to act like a lady (something he never seems to do with anyone else, to your embarrassment); gently grabs your wrist and brings you along with him around the Hotel, into the shadows of the streets where you won't be seen when he thinks you need some good old fashioned exercised or fresh air. (If the air in hell could be considered "fresh" is another thing entirely.)

So yes.

He might be a little controlling. You can admit that. Even if he has your best interest in mind.

But every time that little thought creeps into your head, you just remind yourself. He's not as bad as Val.

And when you're in Hell, "he's not as bad" might as well mean that he's good.

[kingkat12]

procrastination (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: FLUFF, biting, suggestive content, mentions of sex

summary: Roman knows exactly why you're up so late-- and now it's time to get you to admit it and go to bed

word count: 1,155

a/n: enjoy this oneshot i wrote at one a.m. yesterday to talk myself into going to sleep, and i hope it might work as efficiently for u as well<3333

"You should go to bed,"

I turned away from my computer, staring back at Roman with an annoyed look in my eyes-- still, I was sure he would spot the heaviness of my lids instead, along with the way my lashes moved in slow strokes as I continued to battle sleep. "I can't. I have to finish this,"

"You don't have to do anything at all," he murmured, taking off his reading glasses as he put today's paper down in his lap-- I was glad he finally wore them after I had dragged him to the optician to get a prescription. "This is just yesterday's argument all over again."

I cocked a brow; "We're not arguing, though?"

"... You know what I mean,"

"We didn't exactly argue yesterday, either,"

Roman sighed, the yellow hues of a lamp nearby dipping into the golden brown of his hair. "Yeah, you're right," He placed the paper next to him on the couch, crossing his legs as he stared back at me. I wasn't sitting too far away as he had allowed me to use his home office today, and he was on the couch a little further away from the desk. I loved being in this room; it smelled like Roman. It looked like Roman. Everything from the minimalistic style of the interior to the whisky glasses scattered all around the room which he had forgotten to put coasters beneath. He continued; "We didn't argue, and I'm not going to argue with you now either. I'm simply saying that you don't have to get that stuff done right now."

"But--"

"It's not life or death, is it?" Roman shifted, uncrossing his legs as he moved to the edge of the couch. "How much work do you really think you can get done at one in the morning?"

I shrugged. Being put on the spot like this wasn't my favourite thing in the world. Realizing I had to get real with him to get my point across, I let my shoulders slump as I rolled the office chair an inch or two away from my previous spot near the desk. I had to do everything in my power to not start spinning around on it like I usually liked to do with chairs like these. "I don't want to sleep, though,"

Roman nodded, ready to attack the root of the problem; "Why?" he asked, voice soft and gentle. 

I wanted to shut down. Go quiet again and get back to work. Still, I had a feeling this was coming from genuine concern-- and when Roman Godfrey is concerned about your sleep schedule, you know something is off. "I've procrastinated all day," I mumbled, tapping my fingers against the table as I grew uncomfortable with the truth I had suppressed. "I'm procrastinating now. And if I don't make my mind busy with something, I will think about the fact that I haven't gotten anything done today."

Humming, Roman folded his arms over his chest as he listened. Had he not been my boyfriend, I could've mistaken him for my therapist. "You staying up any longer won't change that, though,"

"Yeah," I breathed, no longer meeting his gaze. "But at least I'm not rolling around in bed right now feeling guilty about it." My sentence ended with a sigh, and it didn't take long before I drove my elbows against the hard wood of the desk and buried my face in my hands. Just talking about sleeping made me further exhausted-- was this what he wanted to get out of this conversation? My next words were muffled against my palms; "You don't have to stay up with me, if that's what you're doing. You should get some sleep."

Roman remained quiet, nodding to himself as he kicked back on the couch and ended up in a casual manspread. He grabbed the paper beside him-- "I'll make myself busy with this crossword. By the time I'm done, I hope you've come to your senses,"

I peeked at him through my fingers, and I couldn't help the confusion coursing through my veins as I spotted him reaching for a pen. Was he actually going to do this? Roman Godfrey... doing a crossword puzzle? I must've opened a portal into an alternative universe with my whining. "Come to my senses about what?"

Roman shrugged, filling in his first word on the paper as he no longer met my gaze. "How much nicer it would be to roll around in bed with me instead of doing whatever it is you're doing on your computer,"

Oh. He had a point. I hated when he did that. "Doesn't sound like we'd be getting much sleep that way either,"

Roman chuckled softly, mostly to himself, and wrote down another vertical word across the puzzle. "Perv,"

"... Me?"

"Yes, you," He tsked, pulling his pen away to think about which word to go for next. "Rolling around in bed doesn't necessarily have to mean sex."

I cocked a brow-- "Roman, are you perhaps having a stroke? Everything usually means sex when you're the one talking,"

"Well, tonight I'm a new man," He smiled as he found the answer for a word going across, finally meeting my eyes as he finished filling in the empty slots. "What do you say about making out like we're sixteen and sexually repressed?"

I nearly choked on air. "That's specific,"

"I'm not denying that,"

"How is that different from just... making out like usual?"

Roman leaned his head against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling as he thought out loud; "I think it'd just be messier. So uncoordinated that we'd constantly be knocking teeth,"

It was impossible not to laugh-- "You want to knock teeth, Roman?"

He turned his head to me, his green eyes meeting mine with the loveliest of smiles. "Fuck yeah. I'll even bite you if we get that far,"

"... Christ," With a giggle, I shut my laptop. "Fine! I'll go to bed, but only if you promise to keep your teeth far away from mine."

Roman sucked in a sharp breath as he got up to approach me. He spun the chair to make me face him, and he leaned down far enough for his hot breath to graze my cheek; "Actually, I'll bite you right now if you don't get out of my chair, young lady,"

Oh, I loved this mood of his. "Your chair?"

"Yes. My chair," His classic smirk made an appearance as his eyes darkened; "And my girl." 

It didn't take long before Roman scooped me up, hoisting me over his shoulder as I yelped. Still, I knew there was no fighting him. If I did, I'd get another one of those bite marks on my thighs that would linger for days, and I couldn't go through that again. To be frank, I planned to wear more short skirts going forward-- I was visiting his actual office tomorrow, and I planned to make my visit one he'd remember for longer than I had ever had a bite mark lingering on my skin.

[clarkeyhill]

One of your girls| George Clarke smut

It's not a secret that George Clarke is the man every woman wants, just a look of approval from him would send anyone into paralysis. It's like he has a spell on all the women who approach him, you see him in the same club every weekend. you see him leave with multiple girls each time, what if you were one of them?

Once again Friday approaches, you're just finishing work, walking through the streets of London. It's a crisp but warm day the bustling streets surround you as you make your way to your flat. You tussle with the keys in your pocket and open your flat door, tossing your work bag into the door way as you slip your stilettos off. A slight sigh comes from your mouth, relieved your work day is over and you can focus on getting ready for your usual Friday antics.

You start the shower running as you collect your stuff for your "everything shower". Washing your hair, shaving and a deep cleanse. It's what you need after the day you've had. You finish in the shower, dry off and douse yourself in coconut lotion. A subtle but strong smell to anyone in an arms length, you tie your damp hair into a towel and wrap another round your body scuffling to your room. You set yourself down as you begin to blow dry your hair. Suddenly your phone rings

"Bestie 🫶🏻🪐" is calling "hey girl!" You answer whilst setting your hair dryer down "are you ready for tonight?" Your friend asks "of course, I would never miss the regular Friday club trip" you laugh as you continue to talk outfits and hair. "Meet at 8 yeah?" Your friend asks "ofc see you at the tube stop" you reassure her, the phone ends and you carry on getting ready.

6:30pm

You check your phone at the time just as you'd finished your makeup, you go full deep glam this time, dark Smokey eyes with a pop of glitter. Your hair styled exactly like Pamela Anderson's if she was a brunette, you wear a tight leather dress that accentuates your figure nicely outlining your top and bottom assets. You throw on your block heels and take a white denim jacket with you as you set off to the tube stop to meet your friend. Taking a small pre mixed can for the journey.

7:50pm and your friend finally meets you at the stop, you both hug and get sat in a seat preparing for the night ahead. "Do you think he'll be there?" Your friend asks, you knew she was talking about him. "Who?" You ask confused "you know, George" she ponders. "Maybe, he always seems to be there, why do you ask?" You ask you friend "oh..no reason" she bows her head. You hear your stop approaching and grab your things and make your way to your usual, a small club. As you pay your way in you head to the bar and order your usual vodka lemonade & lime. You get sat at your table as your friend goes up to the dj and asks for your usual dance song "sound of the underground" by girls aloud.

"CMON" your bestie shouts dragging you up, you both flick your hair and dance like nobody's watching, the tight leather moving with you as your friend pulls you in and twirls you round. Suddenly you feel a hand on your lower back, you turn around and you see a man you've never seen before "don't stop dancing on my accord darling" he muffles drunkly, you pull away and smack his hand "don't touch me you creep" you hiss "can't really help it when you're parading around like that" he scoffs "now come here" he lunges forward to grab your arm when all of a sudden you hear a loud "OI!" Bellow over the music

"She's moved away from you once, that means no you fucking imbecile" a deep voice spits, all of a sudden he emerges, it's George. "Now leave her the fuck alone" he retorts, the guy scoffs and walks away. "Thanks" you say to him "you didn't have to do that" you rub the back of your arm a little shaken. "Yes I did, nobody comes out to be treated like that by a man, no matter how good you look" he replies "I'm George" he holds out his hand, you shake it "I'm y/n" you smile "and I'm Izzy!" You friend chimes in. "Hi Izzy, hi y/n" George smiles "well I'll leave you two to it, let me know if anyone else bothers you y/n, I'm over near the bar with my friends" he points as he walks away.

"Omg!" Your friend squeals "he's deffo into you!" She says clapping. "No he's not Izzy, he was just being nice. Shots?" Izzy nods her head as you make your way to the bar to do your infamous tequila shots, you lick the palm of your hand as you add salt to it, grasping your shot as you place the lime on the edge of the plate to get it ready, you feel eyes burn into your back as you look to the side and see George eyeing you up, his gaze so powerful and protective. You chuckle as you lick the salt off your palm, knock back your shot and slip the lime into your mouth. You both shake your heads and giggle to eachother as you both head to the bathroom to top your lipstick up. Your friend gets a phone call in the bathroom "two secs y/n im just gonna head outside and take this call" she says as she scurries out the toilets through the crowd. You fix your dress as you make your way out the bathroom too.

You wait for 5 minutes at the bar, Izzy's not back yet, you check your phone "sorry! Had to go, emergency. Get home safe xox" a text from Izzy, you sigh and neck your drink you just got, it was 10pm and seemed like it was home time already. You throw your bag over you shoulder and make your way for the door "going so soon?" You hear a husky voice say, you turn round and see George looking at you with a devilish smile. "Yeah unfortunately, my friend left and I don't wanna be intoxicated on my own hahaha" you chuckle "stay with us?" George advises "oh no it's fine, I wouldn't wanna intrude, we don't really know eachother" you furrow your brows "well im sure a few drinks will sort that out, only if you want to though, princess" he smirks "okay fine, you've twisted my arm" you giggle you make your way over to George's table to be greeted by 2 of his friends, Chris and Arthur "guys this is y/n, she's gonna join us for a few drinks, so be nice" he says to them "hi guys" you say with a soft smile.

An hour goes past of just constant talking, getting to know them more, your jaw hurts from laughing. You get up to go to the bar " 4 tequila shots please" you ask the bartender, you carry them back over on a tray? The boys look at you defeated "more?! You're trying to kill us!" Arthur laughs "don't be a wimp" you shoot a wink at him as you pass him the shot. You all knock them back and shake your heads as you laugh. 12am draws in and you all decide to call it a night. You could barely walk as you got up to leave, you stumble as both George and Chris catch you "steady on you'll have us all on the floor at this rate" Chris laughs "sorry guys, I'll just get an Uber home don't worry about me" you slip from the grip and fall backwards into a bush. "Right I'm gonna go sleep guys thanks for a good night, I love you" you're now starfished in a bush in the middle of London

"Right lads, rescue mission, she's stopping at the flat there's no way she's staying alone in this state" George said, a slight inkling of concern in his voice as they pull you up, George helps you over his shoulder and carries you back to their flat. Your arms floppy over his shoulders, Arthur ties his jackets round your waist to stop you mooning the whole of London. You finally get back to the flat and your drunkness slowly slips from you "oh shit im so fucking sorry" you heart sinks as you've embarrassed yourself, George lowers you to the floor "I'm okay George I'll get an Uber home now I'm sorry" your eyebrows furrow "don't be daft, you were in no state to be left by yourself, even if you have sobered up after the nap on my shoulder, you're still dropping here, right boys?" They all nod "you can take my bed" George says handing you a cup of water "oh no it's fine I'll stay on the sofa I don't wanna kick you out of a bed" you insist "who says you are?" George laughs.

He holds his hand out as he walks you to his room, he pulls you out a t-shirt to wear, handing you some baby wipes for your makeup "do you need help taking your makeup off?" He asks "no I think I'll be okay, thanks George" you head off into his en suite and change into the t-shirt he gave you, you wipe your makeup off as you stand on your tiptoes the t-shirt lifts over your ass cheeks, George catches a glimpse and lets out a soft groan, you turn around and notice "like what you see?" You smirk as you look at George. "I can't deny that I do" he shoots a hot look at you. You deposit the makeup wipes on the bin as you stride over to him. "What are you going to do about it?" The alcohol in your system still lingering urging a boost of confidence in you, George hesitates "I don't wanna take advantage of you." He pauses "treat me like one of your girls George, no boundaries" you slip your hands around his neck, planting a small kiss on it. You feel George's hands wrap around your waist, ruffling the bottom of his shirt to the bottom of your back "jump" he says softly in your ear

You do as he says and jump into his hands, he cups your ass as he leads you to his desk, planting you on top of it, a shiver rolls down your spine as the cold wood sinks into your body, you wrap your legs around him as you slip your fingers into the lining of his boxers. "Tell me what you want baby" he asks "I want you to fuck me with no regrets" you hiss biting your lip, he smashes his lips into yours with no hesitation, some deeper than others, biting your lip as you let out small moans, he moves his way down to your neck with enough friction to leave marks making you whimper to his touch. You decide to tease him more as you cup your hand over his prominent hardness, slowly unbuttoning his jeans as he continues to leave marks on your neck

You push his head back with your hand has you look up at him with menace in your eyes "step back" you say as you lower yourself off the desk and kneel to the floor, pulling down his jeans with his boxers following, his cock pulsating through the material as it springs out and hits his lower belly, your eyes widen "fuck" you let out a small moan, George smirks as he hears this. You form a spit bubble in your mouth as you prepare to take George in your mouth "show me what you can do baby" he says pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You let out a tiny bit of spit onto the tip of his shaft spreading it around with your tongue as you lock eye contact with him "you're so fucking naughty" he says in a husky tone, you decide to tease him, taking him in slowly watching his head jolt back as his breath hitches. He forms your hair in a ponytail as you're still locking eyes, you decide to show him how talented you really are, unleashing your hidden non existent gag reflex you take George fully in your mouth, feeling him at the back of your throat with no struggle "holy fuck" he moans, breath hitching "fuck me y/n you're amazing" you move into him as he motions your head with your hair, seeing George moan uncontrollably and erratic makes you tingle, you slowly remove yourself from him as you still remain tightly suctioned around him. You lick your lips as George pants, you slowly get up off your knees and meet with him

"Now let me repay the favour" he says pushing you onto the bed, spreading your legs welcoming George in with no hesitation, he drops a ball of spit on the top of your entrance, motioning it around with his thumb, your head smashes back into the pillows and you legs seize to his touch, he starts to leave kisses on your inner thighs teasing you "shit" you gasp breath hitched "good girl" grumbles as he slips his tongue on the top your your clit, moving in figure 8 motions. Sucking as you sink into the covers as your body goes into over drive, your stomach filled with butterflies as he works his magic on you. Suddenly he sits up, placing a pillow under your lower back, he once again teases your entrance but with the tip of his shaft motioning up and down "holy fuck George" you say panting "beg baby" he says smirking at you "please" you say "please what?" He asks again "please fuck me im begging" you jolt your head back as he slip himself inside with no hesitation, his grip becomes strong on your thighs as he thrusts into you with so much desperation to be inside you "fuck you're so tight around me" he grunts "fuck" you moan, trying to keep yourself together he lowers his thumb as his circles your clit in 8 motions again while fucking you, "you're so fucking pretty" he praises you as you whimper, "fuck George I'm nearly there" you whine, George takes this as an opportunity and picks up his pace, thrusts becoming more hard and painful, more forceful. His grip becomes more tense as he locks his hand round your neck, you lean into it as you lock eyes with him while he chokes you "fuck y/n, you look so good" he groans.

You start to reach your max as legs tighten around him, he can feel the grip and smirks "cum for me" he says and with that you let out a release "OH FUCK GEORGE" you scream, it was so loud Chris and Arthur definitely heard it, George lets out one final thrust as he joins you in release. "Fuck" he groans out of breath. He pulls out as he flops onto the bed next to you "that was fucking amazing, you're fucking amazing" he says covering you in the duvet.

You both lie and catch your breath for a minute when George turns to look at you "you know, I've noticed you in the club a few times, but didn't approach you incase you wouldn't like me" he says pushing the stray hair from your face. "I've seen you too, but only when you're leaving with someone else, guess I just am one of your girls" you say, a slight sigh comes out your mouth. Although that's what you said to him, you couldn't help feel a small break in your heart.

"Not at all, you're more than that. I slept with others to fill the void of not talking to you, you're all I really wanted" he said pulling you in for a hug "that's why when I saw that guy creeping on you I was immediately protective, that's when I knew I had to interact with you, you mesmerise me" he admits "never knew you'd have a soft spot for me, especially how I've just embarrassed myself infront of you all drunk as a fart" you laugh "it's the most fun I've had in ages those few hours in the pub, you really do have something special y/n" he places a kiss on your head.

"Thanks, Georgie" you snuggle into his chest and you both fall asleep, maybe you're not just one of his girls.

-

🫶🏻

[the-possum-writes]

You may have gotten a request like this already so please ignore it if you have!

I really enjoy your works so far and I'd like to request the nsfw alphabet with Marshall Lee if that's something you'd like to do! Gender neutral or afab anatomy if that's okay but I really don't mind if you keep it fully gender neutral!

I hope this request finds you well and happy! Thank you for your time to read this ask and for sharing your work, it's very enjoyable to read! (It also helps that I adore possums hehe)

[Marshall Lee NS/FW Alphabet]

Tags: NS/FW, mentions of voyeurism, hcs, dirty alphabet

A/n: Thanks for requesting! Ya'll eating good tonight-! This is for the AT version of Marshall, the F&C Marshall would probs have some differences without the whole vampire thing.

A = Aftercare

Marshall doesn't need sleep so he'll help you clean up asap and lay in bed with you so his low body temperature can help ya cool off, he would also sing you to sleep in compensation if he went too rough on you.

B = Body part

Regarding his partner's, he's fond of your chest. He doesn't breathe so he likes seeing it rise and fall whenever you're panting, and enjoys listening  to your heartbeat during cuddle sessions.

As for his body, he likes every aspect of it but if he had to choose it would probably be his eyes. They're the first thing someone sees when he's lurking in the dark.

C= Cum

Slick like glue, and lacks any kind of odor or taste (I guess it's because he's a supernatural creature). He doesn't produce an exaggerated amount of cum in a single shot but he's determined enough to fill you up until it's sliding down your thigh, no matter how many rounds it takes.

D= Dirty Secret

Marshall snuck into your house once cause he wanted to gonna prank you by hiding your toothbrush and other stuff but he accidentally floated in on you in a private time and didn't leave until you finished. Nowadays he knocks before visiting you, but there are times where he touched himself to that memory.

E= Experience

Marshall has been around for thousand years, he knows his likes and dislikes regarding stuff done to him, and what he likes in a partner. He's confident in his performance as well, he has skill and learns fast, he knows that he'll find and exploit your weak points that'll have you sobbing in a good way.

F= Favourite Position

The dude can fly, he likes having you cowgirl (or reverse cowgirl) style while on mid air even though you've told him how dangerous it is.

G= Goofy

Though he gets heavily feral most of the time Marshall is a versatile man who can still crack a laugh even at the most heated times, if he's feeling playful and is on a full teasing rampage he'd use wordplay/puns that depend on the location you two are at.

H= Hair

Marshall is well trimmed but not fully shaved, his pubes are just as dark and wavy as his hair. However, sometimes he'd occasionally try to do funny patterns and would walk out of the bathroom bare ass naked and ask. "Does this look like a bat to you?"

I= Intimacy

Okay so we all know Marshall portrays himself as the residential bad boy and everyone buys it, but in reality he keeps his relationships at an arms length since he's lost people close to him. The guy craves intimacy and it's evident in the small affectionate gestures during sex like how he intertwineds his fingers in your hands, and after sex, he's got his legs tangled in yours, plays with your hair and rests his head on your beating chest.

J= Jack Off

In the early years of vampire hunting he couldn't allow himself a single moment of vulnerability even if his hormones were getting the best of him, but in current times in Aaa where he isn't always on guard he wanks it on occasion here and there when he's lacking company. Once he starts dating you he can't help but stoke himself in front of you when you touch yourself for him.

K= Kink

Pray/Predator play:

He loves playing the part so much. On a full moon he will give you a 10 minute headstart to let you run loose through the woods in that white transparent nightgown he likes so much (fits your role as the helpless victim) as he shape shifts into a wolf or a giant bat and hunts you down by the scent of your arousal alone.

Size difference:

Okay hear me out on this- The guy can shape shift, it would be impossible that he wouldn't develop a knack out of it (especially with the prey/predator thing) when he's near you. He gets a thrill out of it when he's in his bat form, slowly diving you down on his shaft until your thighs come in contact with his fur.

Blood kink:

At first he wasn't interested since he had enough fighting those bloodsuckers (and because it's an obvious thing for him to have). So everyday he fought the blood kink allegations but after years of denying it, its become a new curiosity. He doesn't need to drink the stuff to survive but there's something euphoric about yours that tastes better than any shade of crimson, he'd avoid your neck the first few times but would obtain it from you inner thigh, it's like biting into a lovely jelly donut.

Voyeurism:

It's rude to spy on others but Marshall is well known to watch over others regardless if they're aware of it or not, you'd learn it the hard way when he caught sight of you touching yourself in your private time. In recent times you purposely masturbate in front of him as he sits back in a comfy seat but only after kicking his ass for being a creep.

Exhibitionism: He doesn't mind taking things in a public space like a bathroom stall or just outside a party, he already has his initials marked all over Aaa so a quickie is just another way to mark his place as his.

Praise kink: can't get enough when hearing you say how much you love him, how good he feels inside you or the sensation of his mouth all over you.

L= Location

Anywhere, anytime. The only place he refuses to go is the Nightosphere cause his mom has eyes and ear everywhere and those pesky demons would rattle him out and before he know it his mom is asking for grandchildren.

M= Motivation

It takes so little to rile him up but the fastest way is when you're wearing on of his band shirts.

N= NO

Alright hot take. Although he jokes around with it sometimes; Marshall refuses to actually bite your neck with his fangs. Sure he'll nibble on your neck and bite your shoulder but his fangs never really pierce the skin of your jugular, it brings bad memories of his own forceful transformation and how it made him feel.

O= Oral

Appreciates anyone who's brave enough to let his teeth near their privates.

P= Pace

He goes rough and fast, he knows he gets too carried away but he forgets it right away when he sees you enjoy it as much as he does.

Q= Quickie

Doesn't mind them.

R= Risk

Definitely a risk taker. There's many ways to turn him on and he'd love to share them with you, his safe word is probably something like batshit or fries.

S= Stamia

Impecable. Unless you're a supernatural creature you can't match up with his subhuman self.

T= Toy

Marshall likes them both on himself and on his partner, he likes the dildo varities in particular (when he needs to prepare you for his bat form) and how crazy some designs can get.

U= Unfair

Ultimate tease, if you start taunting Marshall he's gonna return it in an instant. Doesn't care if you're out in public he'll get handsy with you as punishment, and dear glob have mercy on you in the bedroom cause he'd edge that bratty attitude out of you.

V= Volume

He isn't as vocal compared to you when he takes the lead, he would mostly let out an occasional hiss or groan intertwined with his dirty talk or teasing. Buuut, if he's the one on the receiving end he'll cry, whine and moan like a bish.

W= Wild Card

If it wasn't because of his vampire regeneration abilities he'd get dick piercings.

X= x-ray

A nice 9 inches long with a slight curve upwards, he's long but a bit on the slender side like most of his body, it's color is just as pale too but halfway it leads to a small dark gray tip.

Y= Yearning

High libido, watch out. Although he doesn't need to eat or sleep he can still feel lust and hunger which become stronger the longer his needs go unfulfilled.

Z= Zzz

He doesn't really sleep much nor does he get exhausted easily, if he's with a mortal partner he'd pretend to sleep just to keep you company or sing/ play a lullaby on his guitar for you.

[miniisunshine]

~𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓽~

Warnings : teacher x student relationship, fem reader, age gap (not mentionned, but still), both consenting adults, slight humiliation, slight dom, inspired by the movie Miller's girl

You were always aware of the power you had on the boys your age, how you would make their heads turn as you entered the room. Almost every girl would have die to have this much attention, but not you. You wanted something else, something more mature.

Not a boy, but a man, someone with history, knowledge and wisdom. A man with long brown hair, round glasses who went by the name Samuel Lafferty, your english teacher. And somehow, you knew he wanted you too.

Being a bright student you quickly peaked Sam's curiosity, leading him to assign extra homework to you; a way to add a little more to your academic portfolio in hope of helping your university's admission application.

M. Lafferty's last assignment was to write a short story in the style of your favorite author, in which you chose Henry Miller: a man whose work was filled with explicit language and sex. A controversial choice, but also a provocative one, which is what you wanted.

You sat patiently in the back of the big auditorium, waiting for your teacher to finish his lesson so you could give him the somehow nasty tale you had wrote the night before. You made sure you looked your best for Sam, not too sexy, but also not too prude, just enough to satisfy his desire.

You fiddled with your papers standing by as the other students left the room. Heart almost beating out of your chest you made your way to his desk where he was focussing on his work, probably correcting some exams.

"Mister Lafferty?"

Samuel jumped from his chair, looking at you while chuckling.

"Ah! So sorry young lady, i forgot we had a meeting after class. So.. Which author did you land on?"

You extended your arm to gave him your assignment as he removed his glasses.

"Henry Miller."

He glanced at you with a confused yet intrigued look.

"Interesting.. I didn't even know kids your age knew about him. Shall i have a look?"

You nodded, smiling shyly as you sat in the chair facing his desk.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you already apprehended what he would say about your story. Sure choosing an author known to write sexual stuff was a peculiar choice, but writting a teacher/student relationship in his style was a complete different situation and that's what you chose to put yourself into.

You watched your teacher carefully reading every words you put on the papers he now had in hands. His body changed as the story evolved.

Samuel's straighten himself up, cleared his throat and looked at you, cheeks redder than usual.

"What were you hoping by making me read this type of work?"

"Im afraid i don't know what you mean M. Lafferty."

His tone hardened

"Stop acting so clueless, we both know what you tried to insuniate with this story and it is wrong, i can't accept that."

"But is it really wrong if both parties really want it sir?"

With that question, his gaze changed from neutral to angry, with a little envy behind his eyes, as he made his way to you, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to stand up

You were shocked, scared, but somehow kinda excited by this burst of brutality, your knees becoming weak.

You kept eye contact with him, trying to understand what was going on behind his as Sam's opened his mouth a couple of times to retort, but in vain nothing came out. He sighed, brushing your arm with his fingers as he slowly made his way to the lower part of your body.

You were heating up, excitement visible in your eyes, while you follow his movements. M. Lafferty then quickly grabbed your cunt with his hand, making you jumped and squeaked from the sudden move. You felt his fingers slowly rubbing your folds still hidden in your pretty panties, revealing the wet mess you were since the beginning of this interaction.

"Just like i thought.. Are you always this wet when you see me?"

You avoided his icy blue gaze, not wanting to face the embarrassing, but true, fact he just discovered.

"I'm afraid so.."

Samuel wasted no time as he made his way into your underwear and introduced one finger in your hole while rubbing circles onto your throbbing clit with his thumb.

Whimpering, you placed your hands on his shoulders, brassing yourself for the wave of pleasure he was putting yourself to.

"Is that what you hoped for?"

You nodded vigorously as you moaned his name into his ear. You didn't care to look if the classroom door was open or if people could hear you, all you care about was the blissfull experience you were now having with the man you dreamed so much of.

He grabbed your chin once more with his free hand, forcing you to look into his eyes as he pleasured you, before colliding his lips onto yours. The kiss was rushed but still passionate. Samuel removed his fingers from your now soaking cunt, leading yours to find his hardened bulge in his pants as he deepened the kiss to hide his own moans.

Feeling the power you had on him, confidence hit you and you pushed your teacher into his desk so you could climb onto his laps. He placed his free hands on your ass, slowly rocking your hips on him as you unbuckled his pants to reveal his throbbing member waiting to be taking care of.

You wrapped your fingers around his length, making his head sway back as he growled from the simple touch you offered him. Having choosen to wear a skirt today, you didn't felt the need to undress yourself, so you pulled your panties to the side and placed your entrance right to his tip, teasing him by grinding on it.

Not being a patient man, Samuel quickly guided you down on him, his rough but soft hand on your waist, making you both moan in unison. Realising the situation you were now in, he put his palm on your mouth, muffling the dirty sounds coming from it as you began to bounce on his dick.

Kneading your ass with his other hand, Samuel burried his face into your chest, whimpering as your picked up your pace. It was hot, really hot, neither of you could comprehend how you ended up in this situation but you both couldn't deny the attraction you felt from one another.

"Lay on my desk"

Commanded your teacher out of breath. You did exactly as he asked, climbing down from dick, whining a little as a void took place in your lower area. Now on your back, this was the perfect position for him to admire your pretty pussy, carressing it slowly with his long fingers.

"P-please.. M. Lafferty.."

You couldn't take this teasing anymore you needed him to fill you up once more. Grinning he inserted himself once more, slamming his length into you. A loud gasp escaped from your lips even if you tried to stay quiet.

Hands on your hips, nails digging in your flesh, Sam kept pounding mercilessly, feeling your wet walls slowly clenching onto him.

"You're gonna cum for me young lady?"

You nodded, replying with a soft cry of pleasure.

"Use your words"

His pace slowed down as his thumb made his way to your engorged pearl, rubbing steady circles on it.

"Y-yyess.."

He chuckled before increasing his speed, making your vision blurry. You could no longer hold back your orgasm as you came undone on his dick, bitting your lips hard, enough to drew blood, to hold back the scream who would have come out.

A few thrusts later, Samuel followed you, filling your cunt with his white hot liquid.

Out of breath, you both looked at each others, contemplating the damage you had done. He helped you cleaned yourself up, as he did the same for him before giving you back your papers.

"Your story was beautifully written, but i still can't accept it for... obvious reasons."

I'm kinda proud of this one!

Also i can't lie anymore, i think Sam has become my favorite character, its a problem!!

Also pt.2 thanks to @kappasbbgirl for the idea

Tell me what yall think! <3

[fanficwriters-posts]

Hii, how are you doing? Hope all is well :3

Do you possibly have any thoughts as to how/if Hiro would work with a very energetic/chaotic s/o that has a tendency to be impulsive at times?

(I was thinking of them being Star Butterfly/Pinkie Pie coded...but idk if you know those characters or not!)

Hello! I'm doing well, thank you for asking! 😊 And of course i have some thoughts for Hiro x Chaotic!reader.

Hiro with a chaotic s/o

(s/o is a student in campus and the same age as Hiro)

Meeting you is a memory Hiro cannot get out of his head.

You were in your lab, making your project until BOOM!

Hiro and Tadashi were in the lab when it happened but considering how dangerous your projects usually are, Wasabi already placed a protective shield that can be turned on and off manually.

Your hair was blown up and your face and your lab coat are covered in ashes, expect for your eyes since you wear goggles. Your ears were ringing but you didn't mind it at all

When Tadashi knocked on the shield which caught your attention.

You spun around on your chair and take the goggles off to see.

"Tadashi!" You exclaim excitedly before you press the button to deactivate the shield and let them into your lab. "What brings you here?" You ask him, unbothered by the mess.

"I'm just walking around, ya know?" Tadashi replied casually before he steps in with a shorter raven haired boy behind him. "(Name), this is my brother, Hiro."

You turn to the boy around your height but taller by a couple of inches. You give him a toothy grin. "Hi! So nice to finally meet Tadashi's genius of a brother!"

Hiro stares at you in surprise, you were covered in ashes of the exploded project and you weren't even hurt. "What's up? Uhm, are you okay?" Hiro greeted back before he smile nervously.

"Oh, yeah. This is nothing. Just a little miscalculation and accident." You giggled, wiping the black stuff off of your face and shake your hair back in place. "So, are you joining our program? I hear you're an awesome robotic!"

"No. Not really." He replied, shrugging his shoulders a little. It was a half truth and half lie. He wanted but he still wasn't sure.

"Oh." You pouted before you grinned again. "Welp, you'll be joining us sooner or later. These things just takes time." You shrugged and take off your lab coat and goggles, putting them away.

When he sees the real color under your lab coat, it wasn't what he expected. You were different in style. Tadashi walks over to your project to see what was wrong.

"Does this happen often?" Hiro asks you, noticing a few bandages on your arm and one on your cheek.

"Pfft, no..." You trailed off nervously, lying to him before you tell the truth, "Okay, yeah. This happens way too often. But, i'm okay."

That troubled Hiro a little. "Maybe next time we can work on it together- if! If you want, ya know? I-it's no problem."

You and Tadashi perked up at his offer and glance at each other for a second before you guys grin.

"Yeah! I can come by to the Lucky Cat Cafe." You spoke happily.

Hiro blushed and grinned back. "Yeah! You know, i live upstairs."

"I know. Tadashi told me a few days ago when i was at the cafe. Very homey and cozy." You tell him, putting on your headphones around your neck.

"Cool. Cool." From there it was awkward for Hiro but not for you.

You helped around almost everywhere. Doing stuff you weren't asked to, playing video games with Fred in his room, helping Hiro with his project, too.

Tadashi's funeral was not what you expected to happen. Heck, nobody expected Tadashi to jump into the fire to save Callaghan who apparently is still alive thanks to Hiro's Microbots.

After you guys get over the loss of Tadashi, you guys form a team and called yourselves, "Big Hero Seven".

Everyone have their amazing choice of weapons while you? If you were a character in Overwatch or TF2, you'd be the most useful one.

You have a shield, you carry a big hammer like Amy Rose from Sonic, you have an indestructible helmet that helps you bust through bricks and wood with ease.

I mean, come on, you were hit on the head with a vase once and even though it hurt, you're still alive until today.

After months of being friends, you and Hiro finally got together and everything was swell.

If it weren't for Hiro, you'd be covered in bandages. Heck, even end up in the hospital for a stupid reason during missions/patrols.

Hiro is super glad that Tadashi made a big marshmallow healthcare companion instead of something else because Baymax looks out for you, too.

Knowing your chaotic nature, Hiro tends to get energized by it as well. It's like your optimism and excitement energy just vibrates and it made him feel encouraged.

You have your own gaming room that has soundproof walls because you scream at jumpscares or unfortunate scenes in the games you play.

Hiro rarely sees you play games at home but at the arcade, he knows you mean business and so, you two play multiplayer games because you hate competing with your boyfriend.

You know how you get when you're playing against someone and when you play with someone, it's like you're a whole different person.

Jk

You're not.

And Hiro doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he finds it adorable at how focus your are at a game, almost similar to how focus you are to your projects and homeworks.

You definitely write fast. And when you're bored, you doodle little stuff on your notes. Professor Granville wasn't surprised but she admires your enthusiasm.

During dates, you and Hiro would have fun. Nothing is calm around you guys. Expect when you're going with the rest of the group or with Aunt Cass.

When Hiro got that internship with Krei, you weren't pleased. You love Krei but you hate the guy, too.

But as long as Hiro's okay, you're fine with it.

You know that episode where Karmic turned into a beast?

You almost put a fight with her if it weren't for Hiro holding your back and told you that it was your friend, Karmi.

Sometimes, you'd go out on patrol on your own or with Fred without the others' acknowledge. Of course, it got your in trouble at the end but at least you got tacos.

You, out of everyone in your friend group, listens to music a lot. That's why you got to have headphones at all times.

You listen to music while training, too.

I mean, who doesn't?

The teammate who takes the most damage? You.

The teammate who is always ready to protect? You. And Gogo.

And finally, one day you decided to take a break and lay down.

Hiro invited you to his place to hang out, but he expected chaotic you, not calm and relaxed you. You two went up to his room after Aunt Cass gave you guys a tray of snacks and drinks.

You lay down on Hiro's bed and sigh softly. "You okay?" He asks you as he place the tray of snacks on his desk.

"Yeah. Why?" You reply calmly, sitting up to look at him. Hiro's brows furrowed and he place the back of his hand on your forehead to check for any fever.

You raise a brow in confusion. "I'm not sick, Hiro. If i was, i wouldn't be here."

"J-just checking." He said in defense before he sits down beside you and place his finger on your neck to check if your hot but you're not. You're just warm.

"I'm fine, Hiro. Seriously." You giggled, grabbing his hand and you sandwich it between yours. "I know you're not used to me acting so calm, everyone aren't. But, sometimes i also want to relax."

"Oh! Oh, okay. Oh!" He said with relief. He then grin and wrap his arm around your shoulder after he pull his hand out of yours. "Well, maybe now i can finally put down the first aid kit."

You laugh wholeheartedly and kiss his cheek. "I always keep you on your toes, don't I?" You giggled.

"Eh, sometimes you do. Sometimes it's because of my instincts as your boyfriend." Hiro respond, shrugging his shoulders a little.

At the end of the day, Hiro prefers his chaotic s/o over calm s/o.

[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #30

The Battle of Big Wand

Part 4 of reacting to this episode (spoiler-free)!

I LOVE that we get to see so much of Foop's spindly fingers in this episode. The way he wiggled his fingers was one of my favorite body language quirks back in the OG series. He's the same person...

Uh-oh... Dev's starting to have second thoughts now that people are getting hurt... And Irep doesn't like it...

I think it's REALLY funny that Irep's hair looks blue when he's in good lightning and black when he's in dim lighting. Not sure if that was intentional to mimic both his parents' hair and his old curl, but that's super clever if it was.

/record scratch. "So, you're probably wondering how we got here."

Irep remembering why he prefers working alone.

Fascinated by the choice to portray Irep tucking his hands behind his back. It seems to be his thing while his parents lean into the OG show's style of holding their hands like stubby chicken wings. I've been thinking that this whole episode... I have random memories sticking out to me from OG series; I'm gonna look it up.

- Oh, interesting... He does it in "Playdate" (dressed nice and trying to fool Cosmo and Wanda into believing he's rehabilitated after Abracatraz), "Love Triangle" (flirting with Goldie on the playground), "Timmy's Secret Wish" (bragging about being a lawyer), "Two and a Half Babies" (pretending to be a good boy for his teacher at the end so she'll let him go to summer camp), "Terrible Twosome" (swaying Poof to mess around and pull pranks), and maybe others, but that's enough looking. - I guess it's just his thing! That's cool; I don't think that was a gesture I paid much attention to in the OG, but he's done it a lot in New Wish. I think he's happy he lost his stubby arms.

I'm OBSESSED with Dev's realization that he and Irep aren't business partners if Irep doesn't listen to his feelings as a partner. He's gonna realize he didn't listen to Peri, and he's gonna want him back!! They're gonna work it out! ... Hopefully with a mediator!

I like how Dale went from 0 to 100 in paying attention to his son as soon as he realized Dev was capable of business deals. He's not being comforting, but he's interested in talking business.

Dale is one of the funniest characters I've ever seen in my life. Not necessarily for the things he says, but for the commitment to the bit.

His swagless looks, nonexistent charm, and extreme amounts of oddly specific lemonade trauma have captivated me. I desperately want to look at him and say "Huh?? Who invited THIS guy??"

Hands down favorite part of Dale's design is the enormous puffer jacket he wears despite the fact it's obvious he's still super scrawny. But I also like how his child design ALSO has the exhausted lines under his eyes in "Nectar of the Odds," which I'd just assumed were invented for adult Dale until I took another look. Also, on some bizarre level, I feel like Dale has actually recovered remarkably well for a guy who spent 7 years tormented underground in servitude? Is he generous with his money? No. Does he have friends? No. Is he kind to his son? No. Is he capable of resting between projects or just taking breaks in general? Also no. Can he handle people messing with his schedule? Absolutely not. Is he keeping tabs on his abuser to ensure she doesn't wreck his or his son's life? Nope. But does his hard work bring him happiness? ... I don't know :'D But he's good at getting things done when he sets his mind to it, he can host a killer event, he's heavily implied to have amazing robotics skills, and he has insanely quick turnaround on his marketing plans, so he's got that going for him. -> Dale will look at stuff and say "Is anybody gonna hyperfixate on that?" and not wait for an answer. "Self-made" lemonade boy, my beloved... If we get a huge plot twist that Dale is the creator of the Vicky-themed robot babysitters from the "Channel Chasers" epilogue, would that be nuts or what? Me: Wait, what are all the symptoms of hyperfixation again? Lemme look this up... Me: Me: ... Good to know! (It was all of them. All of them are the symptoms)

The Dale ramble I wrote here got so long that I moved it to its own post. I hope you like my shirtless "Dale bad at being on his honeymoon" doodles <3

I'm glad Dale seems like he's doing okay and that Dev didn't bug him with lemons (or throw him down in the dark pit that swings shut from the top, even though that would've been so easy). I think I was right in that I'm probably making a bigger deal out of his backstory than the show intended, but I think it's hilarious.

I do have a history of going for characters who give me "Okay, but where else can I ever get this character / this dynamic?" energy. He's one heckuva guy. I need to put him in a 'fic and shake him up and down like a snow globe. I desperately want him to find out he accidentally hired his abuser to babysit his kid. I hope it was an accident, because if he's kept her number in his contact list, I'm gonna have a talk with him.

I wish we'd see Dale doing "angry at Hazel" stuff. I'm confused as to what the purpose of it was... Are we not going to touch on that in the finale? Was it just to upset Dev, but not vital enough to follow through with as an actual plot point? hm.

-> ?? I feel like it was a big deal in at least two episodes leading up to this big finale plot, so I'm just... surprised? Hm.

I guess I'm not really bothered because I don't think Dale knows Hazel came to Fairy World or that she'll appear again, and I understand why his attention is diverted, but it'd be fun (for me).

Also, this is our second time being robbed of a Dev-Irep sleepover D:

omfg, Irep ditching Dev for Dale is the funniest thing ever.

oh no.

Alone again...

sdlkfj, Wanda has spent this entire series taking shots at Dev because she thinks he's a bitter bully and she kept saying things to Peri like "Blink twice if you need help getting out of here."

I remember posting years ago about how I like to think Cosmo's really good at reading people (especially when it comes to distracting them, like encouraging Jorgen to "scramble the Fairies" in "Abra-catastrophe" before he can separate them from Timmy).

So... I really enjoy that he senses Wanda's going too far and might lose any chance of Dev helping, and he tries to stop her.

oh no... I like how when Wanda is telling Dev about dying from magical back-up and she uses the example of a fairy feeling queasy and needing to use the bathroom and then they explode...

... because that's how the Grim Reaper told Foop he'd die back in "Man's Worst Friend" ("Oh, this is fun! You're gonna perish on the toilet!"), and I've been thinking about it ever since I saw Peri dying on the floor.

I headcanon them dying young, but not THIS young!! /jk

Wanda, I have good news for you! I'm pretty sure that guy you think is dead isn't dead. Pretty sure I saw him when I took my screenshots of Anti-Fairies taking over Earth and (ironically) the memorial scene at Fairy Con.

Irep when the alarm goes off cracks me up. There's no point in posting the screenshot because he's tiny and blurry, but he's so spooked. His eyes take up his entire face. RIP overly sensitive bat ears and weak bat eyes.

Oooh, Jasmine singing is going to do something. Are the Anti-Fairies going to enjoy it despite other characters thinking she sings poorly?

Yes. lol. I was going to theorize in my 2nd post for this episode about whether Irep is still really affected by music, but I didn't bother because I was like "I can't imagine that would come up."

oh no, he is. Not enthusiastically... but he is. Love that for him. This kid's always loved to dance and play loud music. Never change.

oh no!!! They're exploiting Irep's one true weakness...

Diversity win!! The genderfluid bisexual has a gender-neutral response for nonbinary folks he thinks have bad boy energy!!

sdlfjk, I think Irep just found the person he most wants to godparent for. Ever.

I checked "Certifiable Super Sitter" again just in case I missed a bad boy joke, and I totally forgot Sammy screams "Break Vicky like a 2 x 4!" at the top of his lungs while he mimes snapping her neck. He's so funny. I love him. I wonder if Foop ever told Sammy about his "Scary Godcouple" trauma and if Sammy was extra ruffled about Vicky because of that.

Peri: I don't understand what you see in Sammy. He's so... mild. Irep: Not after I talk to him ❤️

okay, nerd.

......... Did Foop have a crush on Goldie back in "Love Triangle" because she has major femme fatale energy?? Discuss.

omg, just realized the reason why Irep's single eyelash felt so familiar to me is because that's how he looked in "Blue Angel." Absolutely hilarious that when he opts for a feminine disguise, he has fewer eyelashes than usual.

- Poof and Foop had 3 eyelashes per eye when they were young, but Peri's lost those, and Anti-Cosmo doesn't show lashes. Jorgen's New Wish eyes don't either (Jorgen wore mascara in the OG series) and neither do Cosmo's (Cosmo also liked make-up) - I ?? have to assume that means Irep is deliberately going for a more femme, nonbinary, or genderfluid vibe of some kind, which is perfect for me! His gender identity is one of his plot points in the 130 Prompts. - Can't believe all those years ago, I clocked Poof as growing up to be "the one suppressing trauma with candy and soda" and Foop as "the one who plays with gender expression" ... I know it's not stated by canon, but you get me...

??? I like how Anti-Wanda seems to be teaching Anti-Cosmo how to make his eyes look in different directions and he's loving it? Unclear.

I also like how with his accent, it sounds like he's saying "Hazel-y," which is cute. I like how he made the effort to find out her name; that's 100% in-character.

They are doing their best!! (They are not)

I like that when confused, Anti-Cosmo's instinct was to turn to Anti-Wanda for advice. That's new for him considering he used to shake her and scream. I'm glad they worked that out. And I'm glad he's exactly as "extinct by instinct" as he's always been <3

Apparently Irep (or at least Foop) gets the "spelling out unnecessary details" bit of his dialogue from his mom??

Like, monologuing important info is one thing, but in the OG series, Foop elaborates on things for no reason, like Anti-Wanda here. lol.

I was kind of worried about the direction Anti-Wanda's reboot might go. I believe what I said was, "I'd be interested to see her redesigned with new clothes and with a reduction on the "Anti-Wanda's stupid" angle in favor of mirroring Wanda better (owing to how I've always felt she was a hasty design slapped down in Season 2 and then they couldn't go back on it when Wanda's character developed further). Anti-Wanda's hit every mark I was hoping for in a rebooted design for her. She's still Southern and goofy, but she's not being played as stupid... She and Anti-Cosmo are equally silly and equally dumb and messing around <3

sdlkfj, Anti-Cosmo out here like "This isn't my party, so I'm down to follow my wife's suggestion that we slip from the room together."

Okay, other nerd; I'm glad you're excited to be alone with your hot wife as you definitely try to catch a real human running around.

ALSO very in character; man LOVES forgetting what he's doing and wandering around!! That's his thing!!!

Me out here like "Oh yeah, now I remember why I wrote a 'fic where no one looked for the captured Anti-Cosmo for 77k years because his family totally thought he'd gone wandering and dissociated and started a new life... oh no.

[the-fluff-piece]

Hiya, I’ve only just found your blog and I love your work🥰 would you mind writing a bit of a drama (i’m a drama queen🥲)? I’ve been thinking some misunderstanding like zoro being (unintentionally) popular with girls but one being extremely clingy to the point people, as well as the fem reader, think they are a couple. Female reader gets jealous and sad and Sanji comes to comfort her and Zoro sees that and gets the wrong idea and becomes jealous too. But they somehow find out the truth and blah blah romantic stuff confessions etc. I know it’s ridiculous but I live for the drama🥺 thanks in advance and i will understand if you don’t want to do it but I love ya anyway xx

Hiya dear reader,

Thank you for your kind words! I'm happy that you like my style!

I'm sorry it took so long, but I didn't want to post something unfinished XD I hope you don't mind me setting it before the time skip, I think water seven directly after enies lobby is a great location.

Drama is always good and that's a great setup - LET'S DO IT (got a little longer)

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Zoro has no fucking clue

You defeated CP9 and returned together with Robin to Water 7, where the crew got the chance to heal and relax for a few days.

Together, you really showed it to the world government! Well, mostly the big hitters in the crew. Zoro saved you when it came to fighting, not that you minded it. Whenever you were in danger, you knew that he would show up and defeat whatever marine captain or sea monster was trying to kill you.

When you got the key and released him and Usopp from the cuffs, he flashed you a heartmeltingly handsome smile and proceeded to partake in the absolutely ridiulous sword duel that destroyed half the building - and than he fought against thousands of marines.

He really deserved a break. And a thank you. You had been aimlessly wandering through the streets of water 7 to find something for Zoro, a gift to thank him. And maybe show him how much you like him.

Eventually, you decided to get him a Magnum bottle of sake, enough for his big thirst. It was something he absolutely would love.

Pleased with your purchase, you walked back to your temporary shelter in water 7- but your heart almost stopped. You were already so attuned to his appearance, that you could have picked out that green hair in any crowd - Zoro was here. And he seemed to be moving fast. Trouble? That meat head always managed to find a fight, you better help him out.

The gathering crowd slowed you down almost immediately. You squeezed through to see Zoro fighting with some guy, who was no match for the formidable swordsman.

Putting on a real show, Zoro played with the amateur, who poked helplessly at the air as Zoro effortlessly moved around the battlefield. Drinking in the "Oh!" And "Ah!" From the surrounding crowd, a cocky smile spread over his face.

With his two swords crossed, he finally attacked and struck his opponent down with one blow.

The crowd cheered - a very female sounding cheer. You noticed a lot of girls streaming to him. They clung to his arms and praised his strength- what was going on?

A girl shouted: "He got the pantie thief! He's my hero!" In a ridiculously high pitched voice and ran towards a grinning Zoro.

Pantie thief - of course. You rolled your eyes and waited for the crowd to dissipate. And you waited, and waited. One of them seemed glued to Zoro's arm, giggling and throwing her long, blonde locks around.

"Hey Zoro, let's get back to the others" you tried to get him to leave with you.

"Nah. this girl here will thank me with some booze! Just go back without me." He waved you off while the girl promised him all he could drink.

Rolling your eyes even harder, you went back to the crew at the galley-la building and informed them of Zoro's absence.

"Good riddance!" Sanji muttered past his cigarette. "Want an éclair?" He offered, almost in the same breath but with suddenly heart-shaped eyes.

"YES" you shouted, hungry for some kind of comfort after Zoro just trotted off with a blonde haired beauty.

"Stupid mosshead!" You cursed as you angrily shoved the sweet treat into your mouth.

"Yes he is, if he did anything to you I will kick that guy to the moon!" Sanji chimed in.

"No it's okay." You muttered and continued to mope for the rest of the evening.

Hardly able to sleep, you heard Zoro stumble home at dawn, throwing himself into a corner and snoring almost immediately.

You hoped that it was done with that - until the next morning. You heard Sanji shriek in delight as the door opened: "Such a sweet beautiful girl, did you come to see me, my lady?"

You didn't hear the reply clearly, but a high female voice cooed something and you heard a loud thud as Sanji's body hit the floor, an expression of total horror on his face.

The girl from yesterday pranced past you as you knelt down next to the cook.

"It's horrible..." he hoarsely whispered, seemingly near death, "she's bringing the mosshead breakfast. That beautiful lady..." his eyes closed as he sighed the last half-sentence and with it, his will to live (for the moment).

Hot jealousy surged up again. You stomped to the table, where luffy was sleep-eating heaps and Zoro gingerly unpacked a giant sandwich, seemingly made entirely out of meat.

The blonde bimbo had parked her breasts on the table and watched Zoro with a dreamy expression as he wolfed down the sandwich, splattering sauce all over the place.

"Do you like it?" She asked in a melodic voice.

"Yeah, thanks" Zoro answered with a full mouth. He seemed very content. That ass.

She didn't leave afterwards. In fact, she basically moved in immediately, either hanging on Zoro's arm or sitting close to him, watching him with heart shaped eyes and complimenting his every breath.

She eventually informed the somewhat irritated rest of the crew that her name was Silk (while throwing her silky hair around) and that she stayed with Zoro. Since she didn't actually do anything bad and Zoro didn't seem to mind, everyone accepted or ignored it.

"Come on, snookums, it's so crowded here, let's go out" Silk tugged at his arm. "I know a great liquor place!"

"Yeah why not" he lazily followed her as she maneuvered him like a tugboat.

"Snookums?" you stared after them in disbelief.

Nami, meanwhile, died of hysterical laughter.

"Didn't think that a girl could tame him that much. He's totally whipped!" she laughed and slapped your back while you didn't understand the world anymore.

The sake you bought was still in your bag, still untouched. Maybe you should bring it back to the store.

It was evening, Zoro and his girl weren't back yet. You found yourself so irritated that you couldn't sleep, just like Sanji, who sat at the table and poured himself some wine.

As you sat next to him, he silently passed you a glass as well. He somehow managed to get from perfectly coiffed, full of energy and dressed to the nines to unshaven and disheveled in the course of a day.

"I know why I am upset...but what is it with you?" You ask him.

Two bloodshot eyes stared back at you.

"I can't believe Marimo...that filthy brute, with no style and no interest in women has a...a..." The end of his sentence was too much to bear for him, instead he took a nervous gulp of wine.

"And she's so....soo...prettyyyyy" he dragged out the last word like a pre-schooler in a tantrum.

You gently tapped your glass against his: "to us" you whisper.

"To...us?" He half asked and half repeated and he smiled.

One glass turned into two glasses, and like that the bottle was gone. Your only topic: how much Zoro and that girl sucked.

A new bottle was opened, and another. Soon, you didn't find enough things to hate Zoro for anymore, so instead you moved on to different topics. Sanji told you about growing up in the restaurant while you told him a few stories of your own. After the third bottle was emptied, you were both pretty drunk, and you didn't really remember much anymore.

You drifted off to an uneasy sleep, full of Zoro how he made out with the girl named Silk. How they had children and generally shoved their happiness into your face.

"Oi, wake up. Y/n, wake up!" You heard Zoro's angry voice above you as he tapped you with his foot.

"Wha...let me sleep marimo" you answered, swiftly adopting Sanji's language and inflection.

As you opened your eyes, the swordsman's towering frame took up your entire field of vision. With his crossed arms and grumpy expression, he looked intimidating as hell.

You stretched and realized that you had slept on the floor, leaning against Sanji, amidst a lot of pillows. Sanji must have brought them during the night to make you more comfortable. Now that's a man!

When you moved, Sanji's head fell into your lap, still sleeping, and he immediately began purring like a kitten. Zoro grabbed him by the collar and shook him awake.

"What the fuck YOU think you're doing?" He bellowed at his sleepy crewmate.

"Go and have your nosebleed somewhere else, you pervy cook!" He said as he threw Sanji down again -hopefully immediately regretting it because Sanji answered with a fiery kick.

Not even 5 minutes awake and already near a fight, you decided to crawl away to safety and make some tea.

As you set down with steaming cup in hand, you spotted the blonde girl coming towards you, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Demonstrably, she sighed and commented "what a short night" showcasing her disheveled hair with a pout.

"Uh-hu" was all you could manage.

"You are his crewmate, are you not?" she asked, "how can you live with that manly man on one boat and not fall for him?"

"Yeah, it's a mystery" you answered sourly. If she only knew that you did - and he didn't care.

She continued to talk about something, but you decided not to listen. Instead, you focused on the fight going on outside now, where Zoro and Sanji shouted insults at each other.

"You hurt her feelings! I cannot ignore that!" Sanji screamed. "FLAMBÈ SHOT!"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, STUPID COOK!" Zoro answered among loud clashes.

Your head was aching too much, there was too much noise. You excused yourself and went outside - away from the fight - and sat at the pier. It was calm here. Just faint noises of fighting were in the background.

You thought about how childish those two were, always fighting about something. But you were one to talk, you were childish as well. Zoro or Silk had no way of knowing that they hurt your feelings. At least Zoro deserved an open apology. And his sake.

You sighed, already playing the conversation in your head. The waves crashed against the pier, it was really calm.

Too calm.

When you returned to the building, both Zoro and Silk were gone.

Sanji was at the stove, making breakfast.

"Zoro stormed off" he said flatly. "And Silk-chan followed, of course."

They didn't return for the whole day. Dusk came and there was still no sign of them.

It got late, evening turned to night and Zoro was still gone. It was time to have a talk, to let him know how you felt, and to clarify where you both stood. You packed the sake to finally give it to him and be the friend he deserved.

You made your way through the bustling streets of Water 7 once again, aimlessly walking and hoping to find Zoro. It was a lively city with people sitting outside and laughing late into the night. You didn't see the green hair anywhere, maybe they've gone to her place.

Your feet have taken you away from the people in the streets to side alleys, where everything was calm and dark. There were lots or piers looking out to the water where crews loaded and unloaded goods.

With relief, you spotted Zoro sitting on a wooden barrel near the water's edge, alone now, with an empty bottle of sake beside him. His expression was more somber than before, and he seemed lost in thought.

Taking a deep breath, you approached him, determined to have the conversation you had been avoiding. As you got closer, Zoro looked up and met your gaze, and you could see a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Hey," you said softly, taking a seat beside him. "Mind if we talk?"

Zoro blinked and then nodded, a serious look on his face. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided to be direct. "I am really happy for you, Silk seems to really like you." You paused, unsure where to go next.

"And I hope you're happy with the cook" he snorted.

"What?" You asked, surprised.

"The cook. And you. I wouldn't have thought..." His voice trailed off and he took the bottle again. Remembering that it was already empty, he threw it into the sea with a sigh.

"That goddamn cook with his nice words..." Zoro mumbled angrily.

"I am not with Sanji, silly" you told him.

"But you slept together...! On the floor!" He stuttered.

"We just fell asleep, nothing more." You said.

"I...I'm not with Silk either." He rubbed his head, "in fact, she was kind of unnerving."

"Than why be with her for days?" You asked.

"You know, it was nice to be appreciated for once. Silk gets it. You always call me stupid or silly." He shrugged.

"You stupid mosshead, everytime I call you stupid I mean that I like your stupid!" You rummaged in your bag for the Sake, "it means that you're adorable and cute and so, so unbelievably, awesomely stupid! And I do appreciate you. You save me all the time. I bought this for you, as a thank you" You gave him the extra large bottle of Sake.

Zoro's brows furrowed as the gears started turning in his head. "I didn't realize... I mean, I didn't think...why did you never say so before?"

"Don't know. You never really cared about anything besides swords and fighting." You shrugged.

"I...I do care, I just...I'm not so good with words." He held the bottle in his hands like he didn't know what to do with it.

He swallowed and looked at you. "You know, I think you're stupid, too. Really silly. The silliest person I've ever met." He laughed and you chimed in.

You felt a rush of relief and happiness wash over you. Maybe Zoro wasn't as clueless as you had thought. Perhaps he had his own way of expressing his feelings.

"Just to be sure...stupid means I like you" He whispered and invited you to sit with him. When you hopped on the barrell, he put his arm around you.

As you sat there by the water's edge, the two of you talked late into the night, sharing stories, laughter, and sake. The noise of the world around you faded into the background as you discovered a deeper connection with Zoro, one that went beyond the chaos of battles and adventures.

And in that moment, you realized that sometimes, the most meaningful conversations happened not in grand gestures, but in the quiet moments shared between two people who cared for each other deeply.

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Epilogue (because I don't want to leave Silk's character as the only evil female catty villain)

Zoro and you eventually made it back to the company house and shocked everyone, first and foremost poor Sanji, with your new found closeness. It would be a long road until you could say the l-word to each other, but whatever your now relationship was, it was good.

It would still be a few days until you could sail from water 7 and you enjoyed the commodities of the city, walking through the busy streets, window shopping.

A store with beautiful cloth caught your eye and you entered. You looked at the exquisite goods when you heard a shop clerk approach "can I help you?"

"No I'm just look-AHHH" your voice and face must have derailed when you found yourself looking at an equally shocked Silk. A moment of awkward silence followed where you saw that her eyes were swollen and she looked really tired.

"Uhm, hi Silk, how are you?" You stammered.

"You know. Not so good" Silk looked unnerved. "What do you want?"

"I didn't know you worked here" you were caught off guard. But now that Zoro was with you, the anger against her seemed childish and mean.

"I'm Sorry if I was mean to you before" you said, surprising the girl, "I was unfair."

"No, don't. I was...overreacting, too. I'm sorry" She said thoughtfully. "He didn't stop talking about you. Really annoying, like he was hung up on you. That's why I was so pushy" Tears pooled in her eyes again.

Helpless, you tried to comfort her.

"Don't...he's just a stupid, stupid man" you told her.

"I know. That's why I liked him" she said, voice breaking.

You guessed that you weren't the best person to comfort her now, so you decided to leave.

"I'm Sorry. I should go now" you said.

"Yeah. Bye" She forced a smile and waved.

[writing-whump]

The level of comfort left

Continuation of this fic. Matthew and Seline have a talk. Rip's fever climbs up, but so does the comforting.

When Seline came out of the crystal clean bathroom, blond hair bundled up in a messy bun and froze in surprise. Matthew was waiting on the floor, back against the wall, with a calm expression.

"Ah...hey?"

Matt pucked his lips in a grin. "Hey to you too. Done with the hiding now?"

"I wasn't hiding."

She continued to the kitchen, and he followed after her, pretending he didn't hear how much her heart sped up.

"You and Isaiah should make a schedule when you aren't home. Avoiding the place at the same time is a little counterproductive, isn't it?" Matthew said casually, hands in his pockets. He wanted to be easy-going about the conversation like Dylan advised, but some of the petulance might have sickered through.

Seline stopped in her tracks and let out a long sigh. "I was just trying to give him space. I'm the one who broke things up so he has the right to be more upset, doesn't he?"

"I don't know. Didn't talk to him since the airport."

Hector, Matthew, Rip and Dylan took the car this time, with Isaiah, Arnie and Seline flying back. They didn't sit together and Matthew imagined the plane couldn't have been big enough for them after the breakup the night before.

Seline's head jerked a bit to the side. So she was surprised about that. Good to know.

"Are you moving out?" Matthew asked. The sensitive approach wasn't really his style, even if he felt sympathy for her shakiness.

"What? No. Should I?" She still didn't turn back to look at him and he let her have it her way.

"No. I'm just checking what the drama is about."

"I just...needed a little distance, you know? To gain perspective. I'll be visiting my parents a lot more and I have uni and work only for three days a week, so...

He nodded. Sounded like she would just use their place to sleep over for two days, if they didn't address it. And fast. "You know, you might not be together, but we are still a pack. You said it yourself. That beside the romance crap, there is still lots of stuff left behind."

Seline laughed. It was a sad little sound. "Love ruins relationships a lot, doesn't it."

Matthew waited till her breathing got a little more under control before he came closer. She still wouldn't face him, but he was right behind her, almost touching her elbows. "Are you angry with me?"

"You? No, of course not." She rubbed at her eyes with her sleeve. "I thought you would be angry...that it's my fault again. I'm making things hard for you again. You always seem to get caught in the middle of us."

He shrugged. "Kinda comes with being the third wheel for a couple. It's fine. This changes nothing for me." He paused, eyes narrowing on the back of her head. "I'll be upset if you keep avoiding me like this though."

Seline whirled around to face him, practically landing against his chest. Closed her mouth and opened it again as she looked for words. It was a stark contrast to the phone call with her grandfather when the words flowed right out of her like a waterfall. Matthew felt momentarily bad about that.

"I-...I have somewhere to go," she said finally. "I have my brother and my parents and my grandparents and a whole...net of people around me. But he's got...only you. I wanted you...to be on his side in this."

Matthew wondered why Hector and Arnie didn't count. Then again, Isaiah didn't go to them after the break-up. He disappeared somewhere with Shawn.

Shaking his head against the annoying thoughts, he planted his hands gently on her forearms, looking directly into her glittering blue eyes. "I'm not picking sides here."

They both belonged to him, even if they didn't belong to each other anymore.

Before she could protest, he pulled her into a hug. She melted against him, her arms closing around his back reverently. By that he knew he did the right thing.

"You should still look for more friends. So that you aren't alone when we get emotionally unavailable," she mumbled into his shoulder.

Matt squeezed her harder at the words. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say."

...

Rip was cold. Then hot. And then too cold again. The waves crashing over him kept switching up too quickly for him to really know.

Seline judged Dylan and Matthew's soup as salted boiled water and ordered them all to have Korean soup delivered. It was huge and hot and slightly spicy, filling the whole apartment with the scent.

Rip couldn't hold his head up anymore, so Dylan propped him up against his side. Seline sat beside them and actually spoonfed him some of the soup. It was deliciously hot against his throat. He felt each and every muscle in his body relax, enjoying the feel of steam on his cheeks.

Matt sat on the floor again, against the couch next to Rip's feet. The TV was on, softly playing some kind of movie he didn't know but that Dylan could quote by memory.

There was a strange atmosphere in the air—something melancholic and teary but also understanding and relaxed. He didn't quite understand it. Maybe it was the fever talking.

Rip was bundled up in blankets, resting his cheek on Dylan's shoulder. He was warm and fed, and even around that adult wolf with a scary shadow and a witch he shouldn't have a right to touch, he felt safe. Was he really that sick? It wasn't distressing and exhausting this time. As if Dylan truly decided to demonstrate how a sickness was truly supposed to work, by that smug satisfied look on his face.

Rip wasn't sure if it was the fever, the warmth, or the sheer impossibility of the situation. He let his eyes close against the burning, but there was still a quiet little sob and a tear fighting its way out. He figured no one might notice if he pretended it wasn't there.

Dylan's arm sneaked around him, holding him tighter. "Hey...You okay?"

Rip gave a tiny nod, feeling Dylan's brown eyes on him. So close to his face like this. "I'm fine," he said quietly.

How was he supposed to sum it up in words? The relief, the comfort, the disbelief this was actually happening? To him of all people?

How did he deserve such a thing?

The couch dipped under Matthew's weight as the wolf stretched his arms and leaned more deeply into it, just a few centimeters from Rip's legs.

Seline sat beside them on the other side of the couch, legs folded under her, with a notebook and a pen. She scribbled something at a speed never associated with paper, sometimes looking up at the movie.

He nuzzled his face against Dylan's neck and whispered: "I'm more than fine."

[zesty-goblin-trash]

Ayeoo, finally working on my doll again. Small victory for me because my mental state has been chaotic to say the least.

I don't remember what, if anything, I've shared on my current goblin-self doll? Actually I can save this as a draft easily, lemme go check.

Oh g's like nothing. Okay. Welp, grab a snack cause I'm about to overexplain everything up to this point!

Right, so I made a custom Monster High doll a while back and for my first ever attempt at it, she turned put pretty good. Especially since she was meant to just be a practice piece for stuff as I was working on another doll along side it to be my first. Never finished that doll, but I think I have to high of expectations for it compared to my skill level right now.

Jump forward to G3 Monster High being released, and I decided to remake my test-doll-turned-goblin-self with a G3 Draculaura body because it much more accurately represents my body style. I got all the way to having the body painted, my own tattoos added, and various scars and marks detailed. And honestly, I was pretty happy with the result! Here's some photos of that;

Love the colors, and I was happy enough with what I'd done to keep moving, except for the face. It was driving me crazy that I could still see the line where I added the Apoxie Sculpt to the jaw so clearly, despite it being sanded as smooth as I could get it. So I wiped her head and was going to try again. Not sure what my plan was, to be honest, but she got shoved to the corner of the desk for a good while.

I ended up finding another G3 core Draculaura at Value Village in one of their hanging bagged toys, and for $8 bucks with all her accessories I couldn't pass it up. At the time I didn't plan on it, but ended up deciding to start over completely on v2 of my goblin-self using this doll. The core dolls have an articulated chest, unlike the budget dolls (Day Out which I was using, the 2 that came with the car from Costco, ect.), and there were a couple of things I think I could have done better on the body when it came to the joints.

Jumping forward I did all the prep work on the new doll, sanding everything to remove mold lines and smooth it all nice, removed the face up and hair, yadah yadah yadah. I then attempted to dye the new body with some Rit dye and whatever brand it is that's sold at Dollar Tree, knowing it wasn't going to take correctly because the Rit wasn't for synthetics. I was really only hoping to dye the joints darker, because if you've ever seen or customized your own dolls, body repaints rarely stay painted at the joints. It's kinda inevitable if your doll moves at all. I just wanted to reduce the jarring difference between OG light pink skin and the new green skin.

It sort of worked, the teal Rit did nothing (as I expected), but the red-orange Dollar Tree stuff dyed her a bit. I didn't do her head at all since this was just meant to darken the parts that'd be rubbing together.

If all the different plastics on the body would take dye the same way this would have been a cute color honestly 😂

Skintone differences aside, it did darken down the plastic used for the wrist and elbow joints, which was my main goal. But I had another idea I wanted to try as you may have noticed in the image background. Alcohol inks! I wouldn't recommend. At least not directly from the bottle dripped into the joint.

The high concentration of alcohol in the inks very quickly made the vinyl of the lower arms get gummy. It's the same reason you don't want to use acetone on the bodies of dolls basically, it just destroys the plastics a bit too much. The pigment did start to take to the plastic, but with how quickly I had to blot it back off to stop the plastic from melting it just didn't have enough time to stay. However it did make me think of another way to essentially stain the joints. I think the same could possibly be done with a brush and alcohol inks directly maybe? But my hubs has Prismacolor Alcohol based markers so I switched gears to bring those.

And yea! A very good option! At this point I'd already washed and resanded the body to remove the outer layers of the dye from the hard plastic parts so in that image she's pretty light again. It takes extremely well to the hard plastic parts and because the concentration of alcohol is much lower it doesn't make the vinyl arms feel sticky like the inks did. I have a video of the joints moving I'm going to upload on its own after. Cause I really think this might be a viable way to help reduce the obviousness of joints in skintone changes, and I don't want it buried in my nonsense 😂

I ended up coloring the whole body with the marker, not just the joints. The hard plastic took the pigment so well that if the paint does end up scraping off anywhere it was worth it to have the marker color underneath everything. I know that spots like the knees and the butt were getting scrape marks on the first repaint just from posing, so hopefully this helps those spots look good well after I'm finished the doll!

At this point I've now gotten the body all prepped and ready to paint with the new skintone. Sanded, dyed, MSC'd, and waiting! I started working on the new head while I was figuring out the dye situation.

I wasn't planning on making this a multiple post thing (other than the video) but I think I'ma split it up here! I'm still going to type out the next post now but I'll schedule it for later 😂 Because unlike Insta, I can do that and not have to remember to come back and actually make the post later.

And thanks if you've read this far ☺️ I apreaciate the interest! See you in the next one!

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hii, I love your works, could I req bill Kaulitz x male reader dating hcs?

(Hello! Thank you for loving my works and sure! I hope you enjoy!)

Bill Kaulitz x Male!Reader

I think he would be the same in any type of relationship

It's not about looks or gender to him, it's about connection

You guys were in the making for years at this point

He believes in love at first sight, so when he saw you he knew something, but it still took a while

Especially if he didn't know if you liked guys or if you even liked him

You're probably in a band or in Tokio Hotel and were childhood friends

Friends-crushes-lovers

There was a lot of pining and obliviousness at first with you two

Those stages took a long time but it was all worth it I would say

He likes to lay on you for some reason

Just his head on your chest makes him feel tired and relaxed

Especially after a long day of you guys touring

But he also likes you sitting between his legs, like you're on the ground and he's sitting behind you on the couch

Messed with your hair on the daily, short or long

Makes you match nails with him, but it's so relaxing as he paints your nails

His concentrated face is just- omg

It's just a given that came with dating him

He loves any tattoos you have

Probably colored them in with paint pens a good amount of times

I feel like he has a thing for hands

Not a sexual thing

Just your hands, holding them, playing with your fingers or if you play a guitar or instrument and watching your hands moving around

Especially if you wear rings

He doesn't mind any style you have but would like to match

He lets you do his nails as long as you don't mess them up

His makeup takes some time and his hair too so if you mess it up he will never let you do it again

He does help you style your own hair if you do though

You guys match but when you're not matching you're either wearing his rings, a jacket he has or he has stolen lots of your crap like jackets, jewelry you like

Gets you things that remind him of you when he's out

He's absolutely infatuated with you

Has just held your face in his hands and just wondered how a man could be so perfect oh my god

Loves hand holding so much and messing with your fingers once again

Kiss his jaw or kiss his forehead

He is just gonna be stunned for a moment but just watch that smile grow

Watches you on stage all the time it's hard to take his eyes off you

You guys are always around each other and if you're not the other is following or you guys are mad at each other

Hates arguing and hates being mad at you

But somehow you guys, even when mad at each other, refuse to leave the other alone

The meme of two people arguing but sitting back to back and holding hands because one doesn't like arguing is you guys 1000%

He will just speak so freely about you in interviews or videos

He is not ashamed to be dating you but a proud and loving boyfriend

Is okay with PDA, like hugs and kisses but the more intimate stuff is hidden behind closed doors

Not that he's ashamed to be dating a guy, he's not, he just would rather have a more private relationship

Because even if he is famous he doesn't get a lot of that since he was a kid and he just really values it

Likes when you have a arm thrown over his shoulder, hug him from behind or mess with his hair when it's not styled

Hug him from behind, put your head on his shoulder and it's just so amazing

Especially because he knows it's always you

He hates when people talk down on your relationship just because you both are guys

He doesn't stand for homophobia and would proudly kiss you in front of them

Paparazzi has caught you guys kissing a bunch in photos, he is not ashamed and kissed you again after he saw the camera over your shoulder

He's so in love it's insane

You just make him so happy

[mrplantfr]

Adam x loyal reader

I've never done this sorta thing so its definitely gonna be trash lmao

Warning!// major nsfw, swearing, religion. Minors, DNI

Adam and you were always together all day, and always talked about eachother. And, when you two got married, things just got more and more worse. By that, I mean obsession over eachother. Wearing eachother's clothes, using same products, always spooning when sleeping, per names, etc. Yk, the usual. Part of it was because he didn't want to loose you like his last wives.

One morning, your husband woke you up at the ass crack of dawn like a child on Christmas. He was estatic saying "Babe, c'mon! Wake up! Get up right now, please!". All you could do was groan and half assedly try to get up.

When you were finally awake completely, (sort of) you asked "Why are you even waking me up at four in the morning?" "Well," he responded "lucifer doesn't know i have a wife again, so I was thinking we could go to a meeting to show off I have a hot wife and he's rotting in hell! Doesn't that sound fun!?" No, it wasn't going to be, but he was so insecure and he looked so happy, you just had to.

As you were walking there, he was gushing saying how happy and excited he was to shove it in that he was married to a hottie and he couldn't steal you. But you were pretty concerned. You knew he was going to try and pull the same stuff as lillith and eve, but you knew it wouldn't work. But, you knew it would hurt your partner, wich hurt to think about. Of course, you held his arm the whole time.

When you arrived, you sat on Adam's lap instead of a chair, to make things clear. (And his dad bod made it really comfortable). "Jeez, its been half an hour, he should be here by now." you mentioned. "Don't worry your sexy little head off, it's gonna be worth it." He said in a villainous type of tone. All the sudden, BAM, the door flew open and lucifer stormed in. And then he noticedyou. "So, whos the lady? Rawrrr~" lucifer asked Adam. "My wife" he said smugly. "Oh, well," he leaned towards you "is this fatso really satisfying you, or is it pity?". Adam's giddy grin turned to an upset frown immediately. "YES I DO" he screamed, slaming hand on the table. "I asked her, not you." He said smugly. "So, be honest: what pain does he put you through in the sack?"

You immediately got up, "He is far better than you. You might think you can steal me like those two other tasteless home wrecking assholes, but not me, I have dignity in who I marry. Get your sorry ass away from me and my husband, with your lonely divorced ass who gave your daughter daddy issues." You pointed to the door, as he was taken aback. Adam was stunned, yet also thought it was hot not gonna lie.

Lucifer quickly stepped out, while you sat back on Adam's lap satisfied with what you had done. Adam stayed silent, but not for long. "Babe, that was- FUCKING HOT." He was hard as a rock, and you noticed. "I can tell, but, I love you. I wouldn't leave you for that twig." you said reassuringly, stroking his hair with your hands. A quick peck on the cheek from you and he carried you bridal style home, lovestruck. And when you got there, he was sure to fuck you shamelessly.

He threw you on the bed and ripped your pants off immediately. He didn't have time to take his robe off though, he just rolled it up and started thrusting. Your back was bouncing up and down off the mattress, making LOUD creaking sounds, and it was delightful. "A-adam~ fuck, ngh~" you moaned. "Scream for me, bitch." And you complied. "Fuck- THATS SO HOT" you screamed. with a load tone. He eventually took his cock out, and you were creaming like a mad man. "P-please~" you begged him to not stop, but then he, without warning, shoved two of his massive claws in your clit. "FUCK, BABE" you screamed in pleasure, surprisingly, the claws didn't hurt, or the pleasure was covering it up. He was happy with the screamed you made, music to his ears. "You're gonna love giving me head later, huh?" He said. "Y-yes, babe-" all the sudden, he stopped that too. You were upset, but let out a loud sigh, when all the sudden, he pulled you by your collar on your shirt. "You gonna show me what you're capable of, sweetie~?", he asked flirtingly. "Y-yes, anything for you."

"Good~" he said. Then you pulled your head down between his legs and put his tip in your mouth. You swirling your tongue around it made him groan. "F-fuck, babe-" he said under his breath, he was tired, but not too tired to get head at least. Then you started bobbing your head, slowly but damn, it felt good. He was making indescribable noises, but he was enjoying every moment.

Eventually, you two were too tired to continue, so you put your clothes back on and went to bed. "Good night, hot stuff." He said, before passing out. "Night, babe" you said as you kissed his forehead and went to bed aswell, holding eachother in a warm embrace.

WOW, that was a weird first fanfic, but I liked it. Tell me what you guys think and please don't bully me TVT

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You and Jake discuss the future and have some fluffy sexy time.

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Chapter 1: Devil in the Details

It takes approximately three days after Jake gets his new orders to be an instructor at Top Gun for reality to set in. Jake is going to be here with you for the long haul which makes you ecstatic beyond belief, but ever the practical one you wonder about some of the details and then proceed to overthink everything like normal.

Where's he going to live? Here? That seems fast to you or does it?

The thought of coming home to him everyday was comforting.

What is day to day life going to be like? You're not filled with dread thinking about the details but a kind of giddy excitement. The difference between hoping for the future and living it.

You had taken some much needed time off while Jake had his two weeks of leave after the mission. You spent most of the first two days in our own little bubble, barely dressed most of the time.

It was Thursday morning when he mentioned he had to be out of his temporary quarters.

"I'll need to go over and pack up my stuff, not that there's a lot of it, I've been living most of my life for the past couple years out of two duffle bags. I was thinking I might–," he stumbles on his words a bit, "or would you be okay with me temporarily staying here with you till my permanent housing is ready on base next week?"

He says the last part kind of rushed, you can tell he is thinking of all the implications of living together and probably wondering how you're going to feel about that. He looks moderately worried.

You go and sit on the sofa where he is sprawled wearing sweats and a Navy t- shirt drinking a cup of coffee. You snuggle into his side careful not to jostle the hot liquid; he wraps an arm around you reflexively.

"Jake, that's not a problem or even a worry. You can stay here with me, I'd like that," you say, looking up at him reassuringly.

He lets out a breath,

"Okay, I didn't want to intrude, I know I've been enough of a wrecking ball to your life already."

"And me to yours," you remind him as you give him a kiss.

"True, I've picked up that you like your space."

You shrug your shoulders lightly in agreement.

"Not that I'm a hermit, I'm just selective with the people I invite into my little bubble."

"I'm glad you've let me in."

He leans down to kiss you and you straighten up to meet his lips.

"Ugh, look at us, so sappy," you chide him,

"So, you're going to live on base? What's that going to look like?"

"Luckily, I will have 'Officers Quarters'", he says, complete with air quotes, "Which sound far fancier than they are, it's basically a one bedroom apartment. Private and furnished. They're relatively cheap and close. Better than anything I could find off base on short notice and within a reasonable price range."

"Yeah, that's San Diego for you. Although, I'm not sure how much time you'll really be spending there, because I'm pretty sure if you're around I'm going to want you in my bed."

His face brightens at the thought which quickly morphs into a devilish smile. He puts down his coffee cup and pulls you astride him. You lean down to kiss him as his hands run up your back under the T-shirt dress that you usually wear around the house when you want to be comfortable. Jake really likes them in that all you wear with it is underwear, which makes everything very accessible. The kiss deepens and you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands have worked their way to the front and are now caressing your breasts. Your hands move to his hair which is slightly messed up and as he hasn't showered and and styled it perfectly into place yet. His light hint of stubble grazes your cheek as he kisses his way along your jawline line to where he can whisper in your ear,

"Speaking of this bed, I think that's where you and I should go now."

He starts kissing down your neck as you hum in agreement,

"That sounds like an excellent idea, but only," you spring off his lap and start to run around the couch towards the bedroom, "if you can catch me."

He stands up and jumps over the couch like a hurdle and catches up to you about three feet away from the bed. Picking you up with ease he tosses you on the bed where you land on your back, giggling as you bounce on the bed.

"Looks like you caught me, now what?" you say and raise an eyebrow.

Jake laughs, "I've got some ideas."

He pulls off his shirt and pulls down his sweats and boxer briefs in one motion and is naked in seconds. You're certain you will never get tired of the magnificent sight that is Jake Seresin naked. He kneels on the bed and crawls up to meet you, tenderness on his face as he tucks a piece of your hair that has fallen over your eyes back behind your ear. He stops his head down to kiss you in a searing take your breath away kind of kiss. Leaning back he teases you with his lips to get you to lean up as you follow his kiss so he can take your dress off. With a gentle push to your shoulder he gets you to lay back down again and he is instantly at your breasts cupping them with both hands while he sucks at each nipple with fervor.

You whine with need as he pulls off the second nipple, hands grabbing at the back of his head to keep him there. Your breasts cool in the air as his saliva evaporates and he kisses his way down your torso till he hits the band of your underwear.

"These might be in the way, best to get rid of them," he murmurs, kissing your hip bone.

And with that small notice your underwear are quickly pulled off and flung to the floor to join the rest of your clothing. You wonder what he is planning on next when the thought is pushed out of your head by the feeling of Jake plunging his tongue between your folds earning him a well deserved moan that rises deep from within you.

He attacks your clit with his tongue and gently adds one finger to your pussy and then another. He is a man on a mission, and that mission is to make you come as soon as possible it seems. Your hands go to his head and grab his hair, you wonder if you're pulling on it too tight until you hear and feel him groan with pleasure at your clit. He is fast and relentless, this is no scenic ride today. He has one goal and it's for you to come undone now. He arches his fingers and hits a different spot that makes you see fireworks. He gently massages his fingers in large circles and the feeling is exquisite. Your toes start to curl and your hands pull harder on his hair. He is keeping the same fast pace on your clit. Moaning loudly, you keep him close to your cunt,

"Oh my god, Jake don't stop, so close, so close."

This plea just intensifies his actions and you can feel yourself being wound up and then it all breaks, you come with a strangled cry and clamp your thighs around his head. You are bucking around with each wave of pleasure and he is holding on, tongue and fingers still working, but at a slower pace. You finally have to wave him off, it's too much.

"Too much, too much, Jake,"

you pant out, breathless and dizzy.

He lets go and pulls back breathing heavily. You look down as he wipes his chin clean with the back of his hand and crawls up to take you in his arms.

"I got you, it's all good,"

he murmurs as he kisses your temple as he holds you through the descent back to earth. You can feel his cocky smile at my temple. You come back down in his arms, all the while he is whispering in my ear,

"Sweet El, so beautiful when you come."

Your breathing returns to something approaching normal and you feel his embrace loosen and he asks, gently,

"Ready for more?"

You look into his eyes and say, "Yes, definitely yes."

Jake says,

"Here, get on your knees."

You move around and he is on his knees behind you, you figure that you are going to do doggy style. Jake is rubbing his very ready cock up and down your slit.

"Please,"

you whine a little more undignified than you would like.

You hear him laugh into your shoulder as he gently pushes in. It's then that he puts one hand on your shoulder and wraps his arm around your waist to raise you so your back is against his chest. You lean back on him as he thrusts in and out. Each push and pull delivers a delicious wave of pleasure. One hand is now touching your breasts and the other has moved down to your clit. You wrap your arms up and around the back of his head. The different points of contact are overheating your body and then Jake starts to whisper in your ear,

"You are so beautiful like this. One day I want to get a mirror and make love just like this so you can see just how breathtaking you are."

The praise is almost too much and you start to turn your head away, he reaches up and turns your head so that he can kiss you. His fingers circling your clit in a slow rhythm.

The pace has been steady, but not frantic. You can hear his breath starting to get ragged,

"El, so good, I'm getting so close."

The moment of intimacy, a level you have never experienced before, overwhelms you and you come apart clenching hard around him. Jake lets out a low moan as you ride out your climax from him. He holds back from fucking you hard, keeping his pace the same and prolonging your pleasure as he chases his. Your hand tangled in his hair tightens and you urge him to let go,

"Come for me, Jake. Need you."

Your plea pushes him over the edge and his warmth floods your pussy. Slowly your rhythm stills. He pulls out and you lay down on the bed and open your arms to him and he lays his head on your chest. You stroke his hair as your heart rates return to normal.

Jake's hand idly traces the line of your clematis tattoo on your stomach with his finger.

"So, tell me about your tattoos. I recognize this as a clematis vine. They grow insanely big in Colorado to the top of phone poles, hundreds of blooms all at once.'

"They've always been my favorite flower. I remember going to my grandma's house, it was a big old farmhouse north of Lansing, and her gardens had tons of them. I always liked how they found a way to grow bigger every year. You're the first person to correctly identify it."

He chuckles,

"My mom is super into gardening and didn't hesitate to draft her two sons into helping her. I picked up a few things here and there."

He kisses his way up to your side where you have a tattoo, just under your left breast. Titling his head to get a better view, he asks,

"What's this one?"

It's more simple than the one on your leg, black line work and no color.

"It's the lunar module from the moon landing."

He tilts his head again,

"Oh yeah, I see it now. You are such a nerd."

You laugh,

"I don't deny it, I'm definitely a nerd, but I'm your nerd."

He laughs and you can see his eyes sparkle when you say you're his. He moves to roll you on your stomach to get access to the last tattoo which is on your lower back.

"So this one I think I get,"

he says as kisses it from one side to the other. It starts on one side with a paper airplane with a dotted line that loops a few times to meet a rendering of the Wright Flyer in the middle of your back; the dotted line continues on with a few more loops to the outline of a SR-71 Blackbird.

"So why a Blackbird?"

"I've just always thought it was a very cool looking airplane, which I'm glad my 22 year old self chose a plane that was made by the company I would eventually work for."

He laughs into your skin,

"I'm not going to lie, a F-18 would look pretty good on you. Right about here," he playfully nips at your ass cheek. The stubble on his face tickles and you giggle in response.

"I think I made my opinions known on Boeing the first night we met," you say as you roll over. He winces as he recalls the experience.

"Yeah, I didn't pick up on a lot of clues, I felt nervous around you."

"I didn't pick up on any of that, you oozed confidence. Some of that might have been the beer and tequila, but you were a pretty smooth operator."

"Hah, till you shot me out of the air like a missile."

"Well, it was a weird way to start, but it got us here, so it worked."

You hear his stomach growl and yours answers back.

"As much as I don't want to leave this bed, we do need to get some sustenance and you need to clear out of your temporary digs this afternoon."

"Fine, fine, always the sensible one."

Credit for the amazing clematis tattoo in the mood board.

Chapter 2

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True Love

Part Six

A/N Y/h/s means your favorite hair style. Y/n/f/o means your favorite outfit.

I woke up the next morning ready to start my day. I got up and got dressed. I walked out of my room into Granny's I seen Emma, Snow, and David sitting at a table talking. Emma looked over at me I gave her a small smile and kept walking. I arrived at work and had 5 ships I had to check and 2 that had to be filled. Finally lunch rolled around as I was walking to clock out I bumped into Killian.

"Hey Killian what are you up to?"

"I was just looking for you to see if you wanted to grab a bit to eat. so do you?"

"I would love to because I'm starving."

"Well then lets go to Granny's."

"How's your day going?"

"Well the world isn't ending so I would say it's going really good."

"That is what sucks about becoming the hero of the story you are always having to save the world. That was my favorite thing about being a pirate is we have are code but we listen to the ocean."

"That was my favorite thing about our trips. We just let the sails down and went where they lead us."

"Are you remembering more stuff?"

"No, just what I read for the pages. Which we need to put back in the book. Maybe that will give me my memories back."

"Anything is worth a try. I hate that you don't have your memories and you have to read about them."

We reached Granny's and sat down and ordered our food and chatted a little more about are day and was coming up.

A couple weeks have pasted of Killian picking me up from work to go and eat lunch. We was getting to know each other a better. Killian wasn't much more different then he was in the Enchanted Forest. We talked about our past together. He was constantly asking questions wanting to know more. Today was no different sitting at Granny's talking.

"Y/N would you like to go out on a date with me tonight?"

"I would love to. What are you thinking?"

"That my dear is a surprise. I'll pick you up at 6."

I nodded my head. He headed up to go pay for the food and walked me back to work. Four rolled a round and I clocked out for work. I rushed back to Granny's jumped in the shower. I fixed my hair in y/h/s and did light make up. Then I put on y/n/f/o and just finished in time. I heard a knock on the door. I went over and there was Killian looking as handsome as ever. He was wearing boots, black pants, black shirt, and a black vest.

"Wow, Sparrow you looked beautiful."

"You don't look so bad Killian."

He held out his arm and I took it. We started walking. It was a nice night. The moon was out in full that night. We arrived at the docks and walked up the Jolly Roger.

"Kill what are we doing?"

"Well I figured we could put the pages back in the book then we could go sailing."

"Our favorite thing to do and our first date."

"Was it really?"

"Yes it was. You didn't want to take me into town cause you didn't want anyone looking at me."

"Well it looks like somethings don't change."

Then he pulled out a book and flicked it open.

"Want to do the honors my darling?"

I nodded and took the pages I laid them in the book and just like that a golden light came out of the book and the pages was sealed back into the book.

"Well now that's done why don't we take a trip."

"Sounds like a great time. Get to it Caption."

We sailed for awhile just feeling the air on are face. We finally docked again.

"Thank you. That was the best night I've had in a long time."

He moved my hair out of my face and leaned down and kissed. A huge gust of wind happened and then Killian pulled back.

"I remember everything my little sparrow."

I smiled huge and kissed him again.

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One That I Want ||m.yg|| – Chapter 8: 10 Cents

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Description: It is summer of 1956, and leader of the T-Birds Yoongi is working at a food joint at the beach to make extra money over the summer, when he meets a pretty girl. They start a summer fling that unfortunately had to come to end, but an unexpected turn of events will bring them back together.

Genre: 1950s au, angst, fluff, some smut, Greaser!Yoongi x Square/Goody-Two-Shoes!OC.

TW: underage drinking and smoking, sexual content, violence, misogyny (it’s the 1950s so peak macho man era).

Word Count: 1.3k+

Meanwhile, the T-birds were trying to encourage their leader to call for his girl. But what would Yoongi even say? "I'm sorry for lying to you, but I wanted to protect my reputation as a greaser and player?" He knew she wouldn’t take him seriously.

"Come on hyung, didn't you wanna talk to her?" Namjoon asked him.

"You know what, I changed my mind, this was a dumb idea."

"Well then how about you call for her Jiminie?" Hoseok giggled, taking a swig from his beer. And the youngest wasted no time, getting up on the seat and reciting what he could remember from his drama class a few years back.

"Oh, Lottie, wherefore art thou Lo-" he was interrupted by Yoongi punching and slapping him, eventually pulling on his jacket so he would sit down.

Kim and Nayeon went up to the window. "Is it the guys?" Jiyoon asked, "it is! They can't come up here, my folks would kill me if I had any boys up in my room," Nayeon said.

"Hey Joon!" Kim greeted the second in command flirtatiously. "Hey! You wanna get down here?!" He asked her.

"Sure, but get rid of all your friends," she smiled, seeing the cat-eyed boy there, she wanted to rub a little salt on the wound, Lottie didn’t like her anyway, "that includes you Min!" She called for him.

He chuckled sarcastically, "good, sloppy seconds ain't my style," he yelled back. Hearing Yoongi's voice made Lottie's heart skip a beat, and gosh she hated herself for that. Kim, on the other hand felt a bit offended, did she sleep around? Maybe, but she wasn't sloppy seconds.

"So, what are you goin' to do flog your log?"

"I've done worse," he deadpanned, getting out of the car to walk home, "have fun, Namjoonah," he patted his best friend's shoulder and walked away. The aforementioned nodded and looked back up at the window where his girl was. "I'm still here!"

And as much as Kim felt bitter, she decided getting Yoongi's attention was the dumbest thing she could, she had guys lining up, begging for chance, she wasn't going to let herself be held back by anyone, Yoongi could keep the goody two shoes foreigner if he wanted to. She walked away from the window and walked to the chair where she had set down her stuff.

"You lot are too square for my taste," she said, putting on her shorts and shoes, "I'm gonna go get my kicks on while I still can," she took a quick look in the mirror and fixed her hair quickly.

"What are you gonna do?" Nayeon took a hold of Kim's arm, "Shimmy down the drain pipe?"

Kim smirked, not bothering to reply as she carefully made her way down said drain pipe to Nayeon's horror, she watched her friend get in the car with Namjoon, Kim gave one more glance at the window where she saw her friend had already disappeared into the house.

Namjoon began driving off, his right arm resting behind Kim’s shoulders, the aforementioned stole a couple of glances at the handsome young man, a smirk adorning his face. Through the years, Kim had always kept an eye on Namjoon, even before both groups had risen through the ranks, he had always been an intriguing case, she had caught him more than once reading poetry books, or the occasional sea creature encyclopedias. Namjoon on the other hand, hadn’t really paid any mind to Kim until this summer, after Yoongi had broken things off with her, they had a short little fling, and afterwards would still flirtatious glances, and compliments, he couldn’t have been happier when his best friend had told him to have fun, an indirect greenlight for him to go after Kim.

Once they got to lover’s lane, it didn’t take long for them to talk a bit more, discussing things they usually wouldn’t with their friends, until they started what the place was most frequented for, necking. The pretty view of Seoul long forgotten as Namjoon trailed kissed up and down Kim’s neck, the latter huffing and letting small moans come out of her. Hands trailed other places, the intentions behind what they were going to be doing more and more clear.

“God Kim, you are so good baby,” Namjoon groaned after she had been sucking along his neck while calming him through his jeans.

“Call me by my first name,” she requested.

“Um…” Namjoon drew a blank as he continued kissing her neck. How had her name not come up in conversation, wasn't Kim her first name? People called her that so much it was easy to assume it was.

“Jennie,” she pushed him off momentarily, a bit flushed from embarrassment and a lot from what they were doing prior to this kerfuffle.

“Jennie-ah” he said softly as he went back to attacking her neck, the way he said her name made Kim feel a fluttering in her stomach, he made it sound like a beautiful secret.

“Hey baby, you got something?” She sighed, not needing or wanting any ankle biters right now. Namjoon chuckled, moving away slightly so that he could dig in his back pocket.

“My 10 cent insurance policy,” he said as he pulled out the foil packet, starting to tear it open so they could get on with it, “Ooo, a big spender huh?” Jennie giggled as she stretched, grateful that they had moved to the back seat once their make out got more heated.

Namjoon, however, looked like a kid who had their candy taken away, he looked up to Jennie and her little smile dropped, “it broke.”

“What?! What'd ya mean it broke?” She asked in disbelief.

Namjoon sheepishly chuckled as he rubbed his neck, “I bought it in the 7th grade, when we first got that lesson on diseases?” He explained, “but I never used it because my older brother told me pulling out is better.”

“Jeez, then I'm shocked you ain't got a little one by now,” she said slightly annoyed, she had really wanted for this to happen.

Even if she known as someone “fast” she had always been safe, since there wasn't a way for her to protect herself, she made sure her lovers could, and now that was out of the question. The thing was… Namjoon was different, she'd known him forever! He was something she wanted and she wanted him bad.

“What the hell,” she got right back into necking, it took Namjoon a second to react, surprised at first, but he kissed her back in no time, this will happen she told herself; Namjoon had started to unbutton her plum colored blouse when the car was hit.

Needless to say Namjoon was pissed.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” He turned and yelled, finding Jaebeom in the driver's seat and Jackson in the back, both of their chicks sitting next to them.

“You need to learn how to read Namjoon-ah, that right there says no parking zone,” Jaebeom chuckled in a condescending tone.

“The whole place is a no parking-zone you damn nosebleed.” Namjoon's jaw was locked, and Kim could see his tongue against his cheek, “You're gonna pay me back for this!” His back bumper was loose and his rear light glass broken.

Jackson and Jaebeom looked at each other and laughed. “We'll give 10 cents for the entire thing, including your chick,” Jackson winked at Kim before they drove off, laughing loudly at the couple. Namjoon looked even angrier, and if she hadn't been insulted just then, she's sure we would've flipped her lid and came just from the sight alone.

After a minute or two of Namjoon huffing and puffing, Kim decided she still wanted her world rocked, “I don't know ‘bout you, but my motor's still runnin’” she smirked, and they got right back to it.