#i just have to make sure she doesn't feel trapped or like her space is getting invaded

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Seeing your post about Emma's progress reminds me of my partner's dog's own growth. Last week we had 3 strangers and their 2 service dogs in the house and he walked out a couple times but hung back in his safety area. He didn't shake either! And when the dogs weren't near he let my friends pet him!! (Like within an hour of them being at my house) This coming from a dog that took me 3 years just to pet him.

That's amazing!!!! That sounds like seriously fantastic progress, and I'm so happy for you both & your pup. 💙 It's so freaking rewarding to watch how time & space & consistency all help them feel safe. It feels like so little, but it makes such a difference. And they're so very worth it! Please give your partner's dog a treat from me & tell him I'm so proud of him too, and thank you for sharing! I love seeing stories like this, it's my favorite part of the fearful dog group I'm in on fb too.

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hiii <33

first i want to say that i absolutely ADORE your page on here, your writing is just wow, perfection!! i really liked your sirius story (even tho i strayed off a bit and started liking rabastan too ahahahah-) it's amazing omg

and i was wondering would you be up for writing for barty? anything with him honestly lol, but if you don't have any ideas feel free to ignore this!

SAY LESSSSSSS (I've been dying for someone to request Barty or rosekiller pls send all the requests). Also! so glad you enjoyed that fic! (I played myself and kinda fell for Rab too 😬)

I Wanna Be Yours | BCJ

feat. Barty Crouch Jr. x blackcat!reader

SUMMARY: Barty is determined to win your affection, but due to his larger-than-life personality and your aloof nature, you find it difficult to trust his intentions.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, pov switches once, a little angst and a little fluff, blackcat!reader, artist!Barty, only soft for each other, mentions of drinking and drug use, strong language, sort of insecure!reader, Barty is a giant simp

AN: i'm having my scene music renaissance, and something about that era is so Barty-coded. I have a few other songs that suit him in my mind, but I'd love to hear any ideas you guys might have!

masterlist

“Honestly, I don't know what Slughorn’s problem is. If I want to make a love potion that makes Xeno hard for four days, I can—”

“Four days and I would die of deprivation,” Xenophilius chuckled, his arm draped over Pandora's shoulders.

“Sure, but what a way to go.”

You walked beside them, half-listening to their sugar-dipped conversation, equal parts disgusted and deeply jealous. You'd never admit it, but you so badly wanted what your best friend had. Devotion, affection, complete and total acceptance. But you walked through life like a spring-loaded trap, biting the fingers off anyone that dared come close.

“Should we grab dinner before heading to the library? I'm starved,” Pandora said, turning her attention to you.

“Sure, it's probably quiet this early anyways—”

“Going to dinner, are we?” Evan bound up between Xeno and Pandora, throwing his arms over their shoulders. “I'm fucking ravenous.”

Two arms looped around your waist, hauling you back into a solid chest. The familiar scent of clove cigarettes and paint enveloped you, as if you needed any clues to know exactly who had the audacity to handle you so boldy.

“As am I,” Barty purred against the shell of your ear.

You wriggled in his hold, slapping at his forearms until he released you. “Not in the mood, Junior,” you warned, ignoring the way your stomach flipped when you met his dark eyes, eyeliner smudged along his lashes.

“Aw, don't be cross, gorgeous. You looked like you needed a hug,” he teased, falling into step between you and Pandora, slowing his natural gait considerably. He snatched your books from your arms, ignoring your protest and cradling them against his chest. He was dressed in a white dress shirt and a Slytherin vest, his tie loose and sleeves pushed up, hand-poked tattoos sprawling and dark against his forearms.

“I'm fairly certain she needs a hug as much as she needs your dumbass in her space,” Pandora said, rolling her eyes. “Which is not at all.”

“Oh, she needs me.” Barty grinned. “She just doesn't know it yet.”

“Give it a rest, Crouch,” Xeno cut in. “Keep pushing her and you'll end up on the bottom of the Black Lake.”

“Oh, how exciting! How will you do it, treasure? Stabbing? Maiming? Choking? Oh Merlin’s fuck, please say choking—”

“Maiming sounds about right,” you bit, attempting to get your books back, but he was far too tall, holding them way above your head. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of jumping for it, and crossed your arms over your chest with a huff.

“You can maim me whenever you like,” he said, a cheeky smirk on his stupid, handsome face. “Will you do it now if I ask nicely?”

You ignored him, looking forward again.

Barty Crouch Jr. loved nothing more than fucking with you, finding the gaps in your armor and trying to pry them open. But no matter how attractive you found him, because saints was he attractive, or how endearing he could be in the in-between moments, you refused to play his game.

You would not be made a fool of, not like every other person he set his sights on and got bored with a week later.

“So are we eating or what?” Evan asked, walking backwards at the front of the group. Any student unfortunate enough to be in his path quickly scurried out of it, cowed by the Slytherin's reputation for retaliation.

You watched them shrink away from Barty too, who clearly got some sick sense of pleasure from it. He even bared his teeth at a Gryffindor that veered to close to you, flipping your bodies around so he was on the outside and you were next to Pandora again.

“I'm actually going to head back to the dorm,” you said, slowing so you fell out of line with them. “See you later?” You said to Pandora, who gave you a tight frown.

“Are you sure?” She asked, tilting her head like an avian.

“Yeah, you guys enjoy,” you said, pretending you didn't see the disappointment flash across Barty’s face as you turned on your heel, letting the opposite flow of students sweep you up and away from your friends.

The truth was, Barty scared the shit out of you. He was everything you weren't: outgoing, bold, rebellious, and just charming enough to get himself out of whatever mess he and Evan made. And for whatever reason, he was obsessed with pushing your buttons. And he did, with infuriating efficiency.

Pandora insisted it was all in good fun, that he was harmless, but you knew better. You saw the way he manipulated others to get what he wanted, the way he masked his calculation with charisma.

Barty Crouch Jr. was far from harmless, and even if he had his friends fooled, he would not fool you.

Barty's POV

Barty watched your head bob away through the crowded corridor, your books still heavy in his arms and guilt gnawing a hole in his chest.

Why couldn't he just fucking control himself? He felt like a noxious ball of energy, filling whatever available space he could, unable to contain his own impulses, a slave to his own existence.

He just wanted you so badly. You occupied every part of his mind, owned every thump of his wretched, ruined heart. He was irrevocably, intrinsically yours, but you couldn't stand him, and it was largely his own damn fault.

Because he was broken. Couldn't hold a normal conversation. Couldn't flirt in a way that wasn't deeply vulnerable, or obscene and intense. For Merlin’s sake, he'd begged you to choke him just now.

You were a fix he couldn't get, so he was suffering withdrawals from a drug he never had. He was going mad with it, the desperation for your attention. He would do anything to hear you say his name, to occupy an ounce of space in that beautiful brain, even if meant looking like an idiot. Like a psycho.

It was worth it just to have you look.

After dinner, the four of them returned to the Slytherin common room, Barty still carrying your books with a wrapped bundle on top. Every step towards your shared dorm with Pandora made his heart beat faster, a nervous sweat collecting along his spine.

Nothing made him nervous like you did.

Barty walked into the room last, his eyes immediately drifting towards your bed even though he tried to resist. You were curled up against a pile of pillows, surrounded by parchment and open books, your quill scribbling furiously across the page in your lap.

You glanced up when they entered, meeting his eyes for a split second, low-lidded and disinterested, per usual, and turned your attention back to your work.

The dismissal itched like a bug under his skin, his blood going hot and tingly. He needed you to look at him again.

He set your books on your desk and kicked off his shoes, flopping onto your bed before he really thought about it. It was softer than his, covered with quilts and pillows, and he noticed a little stuffed cat tucked away under your covers. He could smell you all around him, so sweet and warm, and whatever rationality he had left dissolved into goo.

“Who invited you?” You snapped, shoving at his shoulder with little success. A swell of affection at your pitiful attempt made his heart beat quicken, you were just so fucking cute.

He set the paper bundle on your chest. “Thought you might be hungry, sweetness,” he said, hugging one of your pillows to his chest.

Merlin, you were so beautiful when you glared at him like that. He filed the image away for later, mentally sifting through his paint collection for the perfect shade to match your pout.

You looked a bit perplexed at the package, almost angry, and his anxiety returned, fighting through the haze caused by your proximity. “You brought me food?”

He nodded, biting back ‘and dessert too’. He wanted you to actually eat the food, not throw it at his head.

Hesitantly, you unfolded the bundle, as if he'd given you something rotten, or was pulling a prank. It made his lungs squeeze with guilt. He was shitty to a lot of people, most people. But not to you, never you.

Your brow softened with relief when you realized it was just a sandwich, before quickly furrowing again. He wanted to smooth it with his lips, kiss you until it never creased with worry again.

“I'm not hungry,” you said, setting the bag on the side table. A twinge of hurt stabbed between his ribs, but didn't let his smile falter. He knew that's what you would say. And he also knew you would eat it later, when no one was around to see you accept a small gesture of kindness.

That was good enough for him.

You slid out of your bed, leaving his side cold, and he stretched out against your sheets, wallowing in your residual warmth like a niffler in a pile of gold.

The others chatted around you, Xeno lighting up a joint by the cracked window, but you sat down at your desk, turning back to your work and tuning them out.

Barty sighed, letting his eyes flutter closed so he could pretend he was wrapped in you body instead of your sheets, his nose buried into your hair instead of your pillow.

Reader's POV

You and Pandora walked arm in arm into the library, chatting about the idiots in your Transfiguration class. You were headed to your usual spot at the back of library, a collection of over stuffed chairs by a stained glass window overlooking the Forbidden Forest, and stopped short when you saw Regulus, Evan, and Barty already there.

Barty was reclined in the window, his long legs propped up against the other side, a sketchbook in his lap, quill between his teeth.

“Excuse the hell out of me,” Pandora said, startling them all from their abnormal quiet.

Barty's head snapped up, his eyes immediately landing on you, and he about fell out of the window.

“What? Like you own this table?” Evan drawled, not looking up from his book,his expensive loafers propped up on the table.

“Yes,” Pandora shot back, dropping down beside him and pulling out her books with clear agitation. "So if you're staying, keep your mouth shut."

Evan mimed zipping his lips and crossed his heart. Barty just turned back to his sketchbook instead of sauntering over to you with some cheeky quip on his tongue.

A prickle of uncertainty climbed your neck. Perhaps you really had upset him about that sandwich. You wish you hadn't said you were hungry as soon as it came out of your mouth, but you were too proud to apologize. You were so stunned by the gesture, so overwhelmed by his body pressed against you, his warmth mixing with yours, that you clammed up. Shut him down.

But even now, you couldn't bring yourself to approach him and apologize. Thank him. So, you sat down beside Regulus, the only other member of the group you found tolerable most of the time, and he greeted you with a dip of his chin.

You pulled out your work, determined to pretend Barty wasn't there at all.

Of course, you failed. Your eye kept wandering back to him, his sharp jaw silhouetted by the light, his pierced brow furrowed in concentration as his hand moved across the page, silver rings adorning ink stained fingers. He was dressed down today, jeans and Slytherin sweater, the collar of his shirt underneath it crooked.

After an hour or so of quiet, he dozed off, his head lolled against the window, quill dangling loosely in his fingers. Barty did that a lot, slept in unusual places at unusual times when the quiet dragged on a little too long. Evan mentioned once that Barty struggled to sleep at night, insomnia or something, and even the draughts Madam Pomfry made him only worked sometimes.

Unable to quell your curiosity, you got up to retrieve another book, brushing past him and sparing a glance down at his sketchbook. Your own face stared back at you, framed with rough sketches of your hands, your eyes, the bow of your lips.

Your heart gave a painful lurch, a burst of affection making your bones soften, and you nearly stumbled over the carpet, catching yourself on the bookshelf at the last second.

You hurried down another row, praying none of your friends saw you, and braced yourself against the shelf.

Did Barty like you? Like, actually like you? You couldn't fathom it. It didn't make sense. You weren't kind to him, or outgoing, or special. He was all of those things and more, the most fascinating, maddening, all-consuming person you'd ever met in your life.

Surely, he didn't see all of those things in you? But why would he draw you if he didn't see something of interest? Something he liked?

Fuck, you couldn't breathe in this stuffy library. You needed air.

You steeled yourself and walked back to the table, collecting your things.

“Something wrong, y/n?” Regulus asked, always too perceptive, and Barty stirred, picking his head up from the wall to peer at you through drowsy eyes.

“Nothing, I—”

Barty slid off the window and you lost your train of thought, heat scorching your cheeks. “Rushing off to hang out with your more interesting friends?” Barty asked, his voice a little gruff from his brief nap.

“More interesting friends? Not at Hogwarts,” Evan chuckled. “We're as interesting as it gets.”

“If you're bored, babygirl, all you had to was say so,” Barty hummed, striding up to you.

You placed a hand on his sternum to stop him from coming any closer, ignoring the flare of heat that accompanied the contact. “You were asleep five seconds ago,” you argued.

“Asleep and dreaming of all the ways I could keep you entertained.” He grinned, wicked and sharp, and the simmering heat spread to your lower belly, your heart beating fast.

“What are you, a fucking court jester?” You bit, unable to stop your arm bending as he pushed closer, the smell of ink and his cologne making your mouth water.

“I'm whatever you want me to be,” he flirted, and Regulus and Pandora groaned in unison.

“Will you leave her the fuck alone?” Regulus snapped, tugging Barty back by a belt loop. “She's not interested in your act, Junior.”

“Act?” Barty quirked a brow. “I’m dead serious.”

“Don't talk about his brother that way!” Evan shouted, far too excited to make the over-used joke once again, and you rolled your eyes. Apparently, the rare quiet time had come to an end.

“I don't give a fuck about his brother!”

“I don't give a fuck about you!”

“Oh, so you're a bitch and a liar?”

“I'm not a bitch, you cunt!”

“I'll see you guys at the party later,” you said, using their bickering as your window of escape. You all but fled the library, desperate for some fresh air and clarity.

If Barty sincerely liked you…did that change anything? Was there a way to know for sure how he felt? You didn't even know how you felt, not really. You'd never let yourself really consider it for fear of inevitable disappointment.

Sure, you found him attractive, everyone did. And yes, despite yourself you thought he was funny and sweet, in his own, odd way. And he was especially sweet to you. He never brought your other friends food, or waited for them after class, or snuggled in their beds. Well, besides Evan.

He didn't really touch anyone else either. But if you were close enough, as he often ensured you were, he was touching you whenever he could. Knocked together knees in the Great Hall, leaning on you during class no matter how many times you shoved him off, throwing his arms over your shoulder when it was cold, wrapping his pinky around yours in a particularly crowded hall.

Yes, his words were often obnoxious and bordering on insane, but his actions…his actions were sincere, thoughtful, almost tender.

Was that the real Barty?

Maybe you had been fooled just like everyone else into thinking he was nothing more than a joker, a rowdy troublemaker, when the reality was so much deeper.

Had you been all wrong about him?

By the time you and Pandora left your dorm room to join the party, the common room was a madhouse. Green lights flashed in time with the thumping bass, bodies dancing and mingling in every available spot on the dancefloor, a haze of smoke and glitter over their heads.

You were wearing a black mini dress and heels, held together by string and a prayer. Your hair hung in loose waves down your back, your eyeliner sharp and lips painted. You knew you looked good, lethal in the best way, but all you could think about was Barty's reaction.

Would he like it? Hate it? Or even worse, not even notice?

Together, you and Pandora moved through the crowd towards your friends usual place at the far side of the common room.

Of course, you spotted Barty first. He was leaning against the bar, dressed in all black, tailored trousers and a sleeveless undershirt. Apparently he ditched his actual shirt before you arrived in favor of displaying his countless tattoos, most of them done by his own hand. His hair was dark with pomade and pushed off of his face, glitter clinging to the sweat along his lean chest and shoulders.

He looked like a wet fucking dream.

Xeno let out a low whistle when you and Pandora stepped out from the crowd, drawing Barty's attention from Evan and Dorcas.

His jaw dropped instantly and with a dramatic flourish, he pretended to faint into Evan's arms, clutching at his heart. Despite yourself, you giggled, and Pandora shot you a surprised look through a gap in her boyfriends embrace.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Barty gasped, sliding out of Evan's arms and onto his knees. “Look at—baby, look at you!”

You flushed under the attention, your blood heating as it raced through your veins, but you just rolled your eyes at him, a new confidence blooming in your chest. He loved it.

You strode over to the bar, closing his mouth with a finger, and leaned against the counter. “Firewhisky?” You asked the student bartending, and they stared back at you, dumbstruck, before rushing to collect your drink.

Barty leaned against your legs, his cheek against your thigh. “What are you doing to me?” He whined up at you, feeding into your surge of confidence.

You pushed his head away, tugging at the roots of his hair before releasing him, and he groaned, a low, panty-melting sound. “I'm not doing anything. You're just insufferable,” you chastised, accepting your drink.

“And you're beautiful,” he said, sounding almost reverent, and you nearly choked on your drink.

“Fuck off and drool on someone else, yeah?” You snapped, overwhelmed by his candor, even though it was exactly what you thought you wanted.

Fuck, you didn't know what you wanted. And even when you did, it seemed your subconscious wasn't always in agreement. You had wanted him to drool over you. He was literally on his knees, but some broken part of your brain couldn’t accept it. So you pushed him away.

“C’mon, you simpering mutt,” Evan said, hauling Barty up. “I think I saw a kegger over there.”

Barty started to protest, but Evan and Regulus dragged him away.

“You should have some mercy,” Xeno said, leaning on the bar beside you.

“Oh?” You raised a brow at him, taking a sip of whisky.

“Poor prick is besotted,” Dorcas supplied.

“He's full of shit,” you bit, that panicky feeling crawling up your spine.

Pandora shook her head, and your eyes widened. “It's true, I’ve never seen him so fucked up over someone before.”

“He's not the obsessive type. Not when it comes to dating, at least. He loses interest as often as he changes his underwear. But he's been stuck on you for months,” Dorcas said.

“Yeah, he usually obsesses over like quill tips, and arson—”

“You guys are serious?” You asked, cutting off Xeno. “You think he actually likes me?”

They all stare at you, dumbfounded.

“You can't tell?” Pandora asked, grabbing your face and shaking you. “Babe, he's absolutely gone for you.”

“Like, gone gone,” Dorcas added.

“But it's Barty, I mean—he’s never serious—”

“Exactly, that's what makes it so obvious!” Pandora cried, exasperated. “I thought you knew!”

“Why would you think that!” You shouted back.

“Because he says it constantly!” Your friends yell in unison.

“He was on his knees, y/n. Like literally on his knees,” Xeno said, shaking his head. “It doesn't get much more devoted than that.”

Devoted. It clicked then, the signs you'd been brushing off, refusing to see clearly because of your own veil of distrust. Because you didn’t allow yourself to accept the truth out of fear. Barty had been showing you for months how he felt, and not just in his words, in his actions. Bringing you food when you were hungry, walking you from class to class, meeting your barbs and verbal lashes with a smile.

He’d been wearing his heart on his sleeve this entire time, and all you’d done is punish him for it.

Oh, fuck. How could you be so blind?

You set your drink on the bar and pushed through your friends, ignoring their calls as you forced your way through the crowd, searching for Barty in the sea of green. You found him standing with Evan and few other members of the Quidditch team, cheering while a fifth year shotgunned a dandelion draught.

“Barty!” You shouted over the roar, grabbing his wrist.

He turned, his eyes widening in surprise. “Y/n? Are you alr—where are we going?”

You dragged him into a shadowed alcove, slightly hidden from the party. Your heart was pounding in your ears, tears already burning behind your eyes. “Be honest with me,” you said, forcing yourself to hold his gaze.

“Always,” he said automatically, brow heavy with uncertainty.

“How do you feel about me?” You asked.

Understanding dawned, and Barty's expression melted into something painfully soft, painfully sincere. “I just wanna be yours.”

The admission stole the air from your lungs, made your heart freeze in place. "M-mine?"

“Yours,” he breathed, his hands finding your waist, grip tight as desperation filled his eyes. “Please, let me be yours.” He lowered to his knees again, his head by your navel. “I promise—I promise I’ll be good, if you’ll just give me a chance too—”

You leaned down and grabbed the silver chain around his throat like a collar, dragging his mouth to yours in a fervid, frantic kiss. He surged upwards, lifting you into the air and crushing you between his body and the wall, forcing air out of your lungs. You wrapped your legs around his narrow hips as his tongue pried open your mouth, desperate to taste you. Desire pumped through you, scalding hot and more potent than the whisky, making your head spin, your skin tingle.

You tugged at his hair, drawing him closer, and he whimpered low in his throat. Your cunt clenched at the sound, your thoughts turning singular: make him beg. Your tongue traced his lips, tasting beer and cigarette smoke, and you sucked his lower lip between your teeth, biting hard before soothing it with your tongue.

His hips canted up into your core, his hands moving down to squeeze your ass beneath your dress and grind your core against him. You gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment, and he seized the opportunity to pillage your mouth again, licking at your teeth and the roof of your mouth.

“Your dorm,” you panted, yanking his head back by the roots of his hair.

He didn’t hesitate, throwing you up and over his shoulder in a startling feat of strength.

“Barty!” you squealed, giggling and slapping at his back while he carried you to the stairs, his hand keeping your dress in place so you didn’t flash anyone. He couldn’t have made it any more obvious what was happening, and you found that you didn’t care. If you were going to be with Barty, you were going to have to get used to being loved out loud.

“Look at her ass again, see what happens!” You heard him bark, his voice a rumble through his ribcage, and you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as he carried you up the stairs.

A moment later, you were being tossed roughly onto his bed, the door slamming shut with a muttered alohomora. Barty crawled up your body, his dark eyes flashing with a feral hunger that made your pussy purr, and he dove into your neck with his teeth and tongue, making you gasp and arch into his body, your whole body alight with pleasure.

“Easy, baby,” you cooed, petting his hair to try and settle his frantic affection. Poor thing couldn’t seem to control himself, so worked up he was rutting against your thigh. “I’m not going anywhere, darling, relax.”

He whined into your neck, clutching at the fat of your lovehandles. “Need you so bad,” he groaned. “M’sorry, can’t help myself.”

You rolled over him, straddling his hips with yours. “I know, love. Just sit still and be good for me, yeah?”

He nodded vigorously, watching you kiss down his body with heavy-lidded eyes. You pushed up the hem of his undershirt, licking a stripe between the valley of his abdomen muscles, admiring the tattoos you’d only gotten glimpses of.

“So pretty, Bat,” you purred, and felt his cock twitch against your chest, his head falling back against the pillows. “Been wanting me this whole time?”

“Yes, so badly—fuck, treasure, please—” he moaned when you grazed your teeth along his hipbone, sucking the skin into your mouth to leave a mark. His hand tangled in your hair, rings cool against your scalp, and you released his skin with a pop, admiring the plum-colored bruise left behind. “I’m getting that tattooed,” he panted, dragging a thumb over your spit slick lips. “Swear to Salazar.”

You giggled, shifting further down to undo his trousers and finding that he apparently skipped boxers. His cock sprung out to slap against this stomach, rigid and flushed, a bead of pearly precum dripping down to his navel. Gently, you traced a finger over the protruding veins along his shaft, admiring him.

Barty hissed through his teeth, his muscles tensing to keep still.

“Good boy,” you praised, wrapping your hand loosely around him, pumping once, twice without any real pressure. He was long and slightly curved, gorgeous, and you couldn’t resist dragging your tongue up the root of him, feeling the velvety texture against your lips.

“Fucking shit, you’re going to kill me.” His fingers tightened in your hair as you lapped at the head, savoring the salty taste of him.

You looked up at him through your lashes, his head thrown back, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths, every muscle flexed tight. Fighting for his life to hold still.

“Baby,” he whined when you stopped, picking up his head to look down at you.

“Say your mine,” you ordered, hovering just over his cock, holding his wild-eyed gaze.

“I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours.”

You smiled and wrapped your lips around him, swallowing down as much of him as you could manage and he cried out, rough and breathless with relief. You bobbed up and down on his length, tongue pressing against the root of his cock and using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t reach, and you watched his soul leave his body.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he chanted, using your hair to lift and lower you a little faster, his control starting to falter as you pulled him apart. “Bloody hell, you’re way too good at this. What the fuck��oh saints. Your mouth feels like fucking heaven.”

You hummed in response, letting him push you further down, gagging on his length before he released you and you pulled off of him to catch your breath, a trail of drool connecting your lips and his head.

Barty groaned. “Never mind, I’m getting that tattooed. Right on my fucking forehead so every time I look in the mirror—”

You climbed back up his body and draped yourself over him, silencing him with a sloppy kiss, his tongue laving across your lips to taste himself. “Do you ever stop talking?” you teased, kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheekbone, his temple.

In a quick movement, he flipped you beneath him. “There’s one sure-fire way to shut me up,” he purred against your ear before kissing and licking down your neck and chest. Every pass of his lips was electric, a bolt of pleasure straight your weeping pussy, swollen against your panties and desperate for attention. “This dress,” he murmured, tracing the swell of your breast with his tongue. “Wear it for anyone in particular?”

“I wanted to see your reaction,” you admitted, gasping when his big hand came up to knead your tit, fingertips still a little stained from sketching. His rings were harsh against your skin, and you arched into him, relishing in his greedy touch.

“Sent me to my knees, sweetheart. Damn near killed me.” He pulled the top of you dress down, your tits spilling free, and he took one pert nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue while he teased the other with his hand.

You keened, hands flying into his shaggy hair. Every pull of his mouth went straight to your cunt, making your hips buck against his thigh. He shifted to press his leg harder against you, letting you chase your pleasure, and hummed in approval against your chest.

The friction was amazing, buzzy heat spilling under your skin and making you moan and cling tighter to him, trembling with unspent energy. “Fuck, Barty—please.” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but he seemed to understand you perfectly.

“Say your mine, treasure,” he said, biting at the side of your breast, and you yelped.

“Yes, Barty! All yours! Just please—”

He pushed two fingers into your mouth, silencing you while he shifted down your body. Without warning, he buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your pussy through your panties with an eagerness that made your eyes cross, your teeth sink down on his digits.

“So fucking sweet, baby. Melting like sugar f’me.” He yanked your panties down your legs and returned to his feasting, laving his long tongue through you before sucking hard at you clit. He slipped his fingers from your mouth, needing both hands to spread you open for his consumption.

Your mind was wiped clean, erased completely by all-consuming bliss as he practically mauled your pussy, vicious in his pursuit of your pleasure. His tongue fucked into you, the slurping loud and lewd, while he massaged your clit with his thumb. You dug your nails into his sheets, trying to stifle your screams into his pillow.

"So responsive, baby. Ready for more?" He asked, easing his middle finger inside of your clenching channel, curling against the gooey spot behind your pelvic bone that made you melt into the mattress. Adding a second finger, he started nursing your clit again, letting his dexterous artist’s fingers coax you open.

Once you were moaning, loose and languid against the mattress, he ramped back up, working your g-spot like it stole something from him he was hellbent on getting back. He dragged his teeth against your clit, soothing the flare of pain with his tongue, and you felt yourself draw tight, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Barty—oh God, I’m going to come—oh fuck, oh fuck!” You lifted almost completely off the bed as your orgasm slammed into you, ripping through sinnew and bone to consume your heart, devour you entirely.

Barty slowed his ministrations, dragging his tongue through your spasming pussy with long, lush licks, his hold tight on your thighs when you started to inch away from him, your body twitching and shaking as you came down from your high.

“That’s my treasure, so fucking gorgeous when you come for me,” he hummed, smiling against your skin, and nuzzled his nose against your clit while he withdrew his fingers, making you jump and whine. “Not so mean now, are you, sweetness?”

You shook your head, trembling and weak, completely boneless beneath him.

"So soft for me, hm?" He dragged you down the bed, throwing one of your calves over his shoulder while he swiped the head of his cock through your messy slit. “Better hold onto something, darling. You've got me at the end of my leash.”

You wrapped your hands around the bars of his headboard and he grinned, a wicked slash across his handsome face.

“Fuck, I knew you were perfect for me.” He notched his cock at your entrance and with a smooth roll of his hips, buried himself to the hilt. You both cried out, the fullness, the stretch more intense than anything you’d felt before. “I was fucking made for you, baby,” he groaned, dragging his hips back before snapping them forward, your pussy fluttering around him.

“Fuck, B, feels so good,” you mewled, rocking your hips to meet his thrust for thrust, the bed creaking loudly beneath you.

He used his hold on your elevated leg to lift your hips off the bed, ratcheting up to a punishing pace, making you scream and thrash on the bed while he fucked you with every ounce of desperation and determination he’d harbored over the last few months. His teeth sunk into your calf, hard enough to send a bolt of pain down your leg and make you cry out, heightening the pleasure radiating from your core until you were teetering on the edge again, every graze of his cockhead against your cervix winding you tighter, higher—

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna come soon,” he grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy, erratic and rough, and you could only nod. “Can feel it, tres. C’mon, babygirl, come with me. Please, need to feel you come around me, m’dying for it, please, please—”

You came with a scream, your vision whiting out as sunlight blazed through you, eviscerating every ounce of tension, trepidation, fear, and leaving you a beacon of light, nothing but giddy, delirious stardust.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it—fuck!” Barty came a heartbeat after you, the swelling and throbbing of his cock as he painted your inside white prolonging your release, wringing every drop of pleasure from you until you both collapsed onto the bed, chests heaving and sticky with sweat, the glitter from his skin decorating yours.

You reached for him, trembling and raw, and he gathered you into his chest, kissing your cheeks and forehead with a dizzying gentleness. “Barty,” you breathed, hands curling against his chest, too overwhelmed with feeling to say anything else.

“I’m yours,” he whispered, cradling your face to bring your gaze to his. “I’m yours.”

You nodded, leaning forward to kiss him, taste him again, letting the warmth of his body, the heavy beat of his heart, ground you in the reality of this moment. Barty was yours, and you were his. And you were safe. He wanted you despite your attitude, your armor, your callousness. He wanted you exactly as you were, more than happy to lay in the shadows with you, or draw you out into his light to dance.

“And I’m yours,” you breathed against his lips, and he smiled.

“I'll be right back,” he murmured, pressing a delicate kiss to your head before flying out of bed and wrenching open the door, his cock barely stuffed back into his pants. “SHE’S FUCKING MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!” He screamed down the stairs to the party.

A chorus of cheers rang out, reaching you from the common room. You buried your face into his pillow, laughter bubbling up despite the embarrassment scorching your cheeks.

Barty whirled around, a maniac’s grin on his face, and he dove back into bed, determined to stake his claim as many times as possible before sunrise.

Thank you for reading!

[ramen8008]

Tony having a list of habits of the avengers that annoy him yet also altering the entirety of the compound to meet those habits.

Tony: You realize how annoying it is to have you in my vents?? Just let me breathe my 5 million dollar air in peace

Also Tony installing a proper scanner which doesn't ring any alarms if Barton is in the vents but instead just makes in a video compilation of each time he falls.

Tony: Thor I swear to the Gods. If you take one more Pop tart from me I wil-

Also Tony bulge buying Pop tarts for every time Thor visits.

Tony: Cap how do you not kn- No being frozen for 80 years is no excuse. This is vital part of history, No I don't care that it's "just a show" this changed lives

Also Tony installing a "Cap is confused again" Protocol on FRIDAY for each time there's anything Steve doesn't understand which might be basic knowledge to everyone else so FRIDAY can give him a summary of it all.

Tony: Nat you need to stop hiding weapons everywhere. I can't be going around finding machetes in the compound!

Also Tony providing her as much space she needs for her weapons in each room if that's what she needs to feel safe.

Tony: No! No magic. Wanda you go through my head again and I swear you'll regret it. My therapist quit, you think you can handle it? Nuh uh this is a magic free household young lady.

Also Tony installing a whole new simulation based training room so she can practice her magic properly.

Tony: Bucky, I know I'm rich but can you please stop crushing my equipment and cups

Also Tony very gently talking to Bucky about everything he is doing step by step as he checks up Bucky's arm. Giving him his own room with open windows so he doesn't feel trapped with every bit of little hobby he might pick up from knitting to painting to playing the piano. A bookshelf with the entire limited edition of The Hobbit and every 40s music he might like. And some more recent songs in case he decides to "stop being old".

Tony: Strange I need you to stop doing that shit. I understand you're a wizard but don't they have rules for that? Like no magic outside of Hogwarts until you're 17? None of that weird stuff in the tower... ever.

Also Tony creating a special meditating room for Stephen with Pink Floyd playing where he can just calm down for a while in the tower and somehow a room in the mirror dimension when he really wants peace and quiet.

Tony: Vision I know you're an AI who is very interested in human nature and I am flattered but I swear if I hear one more explosion because you tried to learn knitting or the piano I will find an off switch whether or not you have one.

Also Tony making every single hobby Vision wants to pick up possible in the best way. Providing him his own kitchen to getting him a piano teacher because he wanted to experience "learning by being taught"

Tony: Banner I get that you have everything under control which is great but my lab is not big enough for The Hulk

Also Tony making his lab big enough. Getting him his own lab. Making sure he had everything he needed to calm down when he couldn't control the Hulk. Labeling him as the "strongest avenger". Getting him a therapist. Making sure he never feels alone yet always has peace

Tony: Rhodey you need to understand that when I say I'm fine I'm fine. You act like such a party pooper you know that?

Also Tony who trusts Rhodey with his life and everything. Making sure Rhodey never feels lesser than. Who couldn't be more grateful that Rhodey stuck by him throughout everything and always stayed. Tony always turning to him for advice and no matter how much he acts like Rhodey is being a bummer always takes his words to heart.

Tony: Peter.... Don't walk on the ceiling! Oh my God don't die! What the hell kid please don't explode your homework again! Your aunt is going to KILL me! You mess with the suit again and I- No , you can't borrow my suit what do you mean? I told you to stay back, tell me what you interpreted that as? No the adults are talking.

Also Tony doing everything that kid wants no matter what. Making sure his suit is so safe that he might as well be immortal. Buying him everything he even remotely suggests to liking. He has his own room in the tower cause of all the time he spends in the labs.

"You want to test out this new thing with your webs but it requires this extremely expensive and toxic chemical? As long as you wear proper protection!"

"you said you had to write about a famous place you went to but since you haven't travelled much you were gonna write about the Stark exhibition or times square.....So I got you these world tour tickets. I think they hit every landmark , just message me the ones they don't and I'll handle it. And don't worry there are two so your aunt can go with you"

[tteotlma]

Panic and Proximity

-- Trapped with Logan in a safe room, your biggest weakness reveals itself.

(Wolverine/Reader) 1.7kw

a/n: it's been like six years since i posted a fic.. smth short and sweet

TW: anxiety, panic attack, mentions of vomit, close spaces, forced proximity(?), CLAUSTROPHOBIA, tight spaces

"Bobby!" you yell over the deafening roar. You dig your heels into the dirt, pivoting to run towards your friend. A Sentinel has Bobby pinned, ice against ice. Suddenly, the ground opens beneath him, swallowing him whole. Your heart leaps into your throat, but in the next instant, the sky above the massive monster splits open. Bobby drops out, ready to swing full throttle.

You glance back to see Kitty sprinting towards you, Logan not far behind.

"No, run!" she screams, grabbing your arm as you both dash into the building.

"But Bobby—" you start, turning to look back at your friend. He seems to be holding his own, but for how long?

"It's okay, he's coming," Kitty pants as she phases you through industrial shelving.

Logan's gruff voice surprises you. "How do you know?"

"Because I'm gonna get him," Kitty replies, pulling you deeper into the building. "I just need to make sure you guys are safe first."

"And how are you gonna do that?" you ask, breathless. Your feet pound the floor in rhythm with theirs, legs aching. Only the adrenaline coursing through your veins keeps you going. 

"This way," Kitty hisses, yanking you towards a narrow corridor. The building's layout becomes a maze of twisting hallways and locked doors. Alarms blare, red emergency lights casting eerie shadows.

Logan sniffs the air. "We've got company. Multiple hostiles, closing in fast."

"There's a safe room," Kitty says, her voice strained. "It's small, but it'll have to do."

Your stomach tightens at the word 'small'. "How small are we talking?"

She doesn't answer, instead phasing through another wall, pulling you along. You emerge into a dim, cluttered storage area. At the far end, a heavy metal door stands ajar.

"In there. Now!" Logan growls, glancing behind you.

The thundering footsteps of your pursuers grow louder. Your heart races as you approach the door, catching a glimpse of the cramped space beyond. It's barely larger than a closet.

Kitty pushes you forward. "You don't have a choice. Get in!"

You hesitate, your breath catching in your throat. The walls seem to close in already, even from outside. But the sound of gunfire erupting behind you slowly convinces you to enter, but not fast enough. Kitty grabs both you and Logan and before you can protest, she phases you through the thick steel door. 

“Don’t go anywhere.” Kitty demands before she walks through the other side of the closet just as quickly as she put you in here. 

A small “no” escapes your lips as you reach out to touch the walls. You try to find any crevice to show your not completely shut off from everything but its no use, it’s too dark and from what your fingers can feel there’s nothing. The steel is stainless, and smooth. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, suddenly becoming too aware of your heart beating in your chest, and you suddenly feel lightheaded. You try and catch your breath but you can’t, you try and breathe but your lungs cant open enough as it hits you, your world shrinks to the size of a coffin. You try to take a deep breath, but you keep coming short.

"You okay?" Kitty whispers, her voice too close in the blackness.

You want to answer, to say you're fine, but the words stick in your throat. The walls are too close, the air too thin. You're trapped, and panic begins to claw its way up from your chest.

You try to soothe yourself, eyes squeezed shut, desperately imagining a vast field. Hoping to enhance the illusion, you peel your hands from the walls. Suddenly, a loud boom shakes the room, steel groaning around you. Logan tenses beside you, a stark reminder that danger still lurks beyond your confined space.

Your breathing becomes more erratic. Sweat beads on your forehead as the small space seems to shrink even further. Your fingers tingle, and a wave of nausea hits you.

"It's okay, it's okay," you mutter, but the words sound hollow even to your own ears. You take a step back, trying to escape the wall, only to collide with Logan's chest. He finally notices your distress.

"Hey, you alright?" He shifts, touching you lightly. You flinch away instinctively.

"Sorry," you pant. "Would now be a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?" You attempt a chuckle, hands fumbling to steady yourself. Eyes clenched shut, you feel saliva pooling in your mouth. "I think I'm gonna barf," you whisper.

"Hey, hey!" Logan turns you around to face him. "Look at me." You briefly open your eyes, making out only his shadowy form, hunched over. You quickly shut them again.

"Are you hunching over because the ceiling's too short?" you ask, still dizzy. Your fingertips find his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his solid torso. He shifts, followed by a soft thud.

"No," he says.

"You're lying." You clench your hand, pressing your fist against his stomach. The rhythm of his breathing slowly anchors you, pulling you back to reality.

"Maybe, but that's not important," he says, his voice closer than before. You feel him shift, moving nearer.

Your fist sinks deeper into the muscle of his stomach as his heavy hands rest on your shoulders, grounding you.

"Why are you just saying something now?" he asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

"I-it never seemed to matter," your voice shakes, your other hand wrapping around his forearm for support. "Until now." You feel tears forming in your eyes. "I-I'm sorry."

"Oh," you hear him breathe out softly. "Oh, Y/N." He sighs, a mix of concern and understanding in his tone.

Suddenly, his arms envelop you, cradling your head against his chest. The gesture, though meant to comfort, unfortunately intensifies your panic. Your breath hitches as the feeling of being trapped increases, despite the warmth of his embrace. You try to pull away but his arms don’t budge. 

Your breathing becomes more rapid against Logan's chest. The warmth of his embrace, meant to comfort, instead fuels your panic. "I can't—" you gasp, your fingers clawing at his shirt. "It's too tight, too close."

He cuts you off, shushing you. 

“Yes, you can.” He reassures you, his hand stroking your head.

"Listen to me," Logan says firmly, his gruff voice softening with an unexpected gentleness. "We're gonna try something. Focus on my voice and breathe with me. Can you do that?"

You manage a small nod against his chest, your forehead pressed against the rough fabric of his shirt. Logan must feel the slight movement because he shifts, adjusting his stance to better support you.

"Good," he murmurs, the word rumbling through his chest. "Now, feel my breathing. Try to match it."

Logan takes a deep, deliberate breath. You feel his chest expand against you, the steady rise and fall a stark contrast to your own erratic gasps. He holds you close, one hand splayed across your back, the other cradling the nape of your neck. His calloused fingers are surprisingly gentle, grounding you in the moment.

"In through your nose," he instructs, his voice low and measured. You struggle to comply, your breath hitching. "That's it," he encourages. "Now hold it for a moment."

You feel the pause in his chest's movement, a moment of stillness in the chaotic swirl of your thoughts. 

"Now out through your mouth," Logan continues, his own exhale warm against the top of your head. "Slow and steady."

As you attempt to follow his lead, you become acutely aware of other sensations: the faint scent of cigar smoke clinging to Logan's shirt, the steady thud of his heartbeat against your ear, the warmth of his body contrasting with the cool metal walls surrounding you.

"Again," Logan says softly. "In... hold... and out. You're doing great, kid."

Gradually, your breathing begins to sync with his. The vice-like grip of panic on your chest starts to loosen, ever so slightly. In this small, dark space, Logan's presence becomes an anchor, a point of focus beyond the suffocating walls.

"That's it," he murmurs, a note of approval in his voice. "Just keep breathing with me. We'll get through this together."

You nod, one hundred percent sure that if you were to talk right now, it wouldn't be heard. Closing your eyes, you lean more of your weight against Logan. You take in his scent—a mix of cigar smoke, leather, and something uniquely him—his warmth seeping into you, his solid presence anchoring you in the moment. You melt into him, relishing the feel of his muscular body against yours.

In this intimate moment, your mind drifts to all the times you've admired Logan from afar. He's always been the ruggedly handsome mentor, the forbidden fruit that made your heart race during training sessions. You've caught his lingering glances, felt the electricity when his hand corrected your stance, noticed how his eyes seemed to soften when they landed on you.

There's always been something there, simmering beneath the surface. An unspoken connection, a tension that neither of you dared to acknowledge. You've told yourself it was just a silly crush, that Logan saw you as nothing more than a student. But the gentleness in his touch now, the care in his voice—it speaks of something deeper.

This moment, trapped in this tiny space, feels like a test of your limits. The boundaries between mentor and student, between longing and reality, seem to blur. Your racing heart isn't just from claustrophobia anymore, and you're certain Logan can feel it.

But now isn't the time for these thoughts. The danger lurking outside this safe room, the mission at hand—it all comes rushing back. You know you should pull away, regain your composure, focus on the task at hand. Yet, for just a few more seconds, you allow yourself to stay in Logan's embrace, drawing strength from him in more ways than one.

As your breathing finally steadies, you reluctantly begin to pull back, ready to face whatever comes next. But not before you catch a glimpse of something in Logan's eyes—concern, certainly, but also a flicker of something else. Something that makes your breath catch for an entirely different reason, you realize you're still pressed against Logan's chest. You step back slightly, looking up at him in the dim light.

"I... Thank you, Logan. I don't know what I would've done if..."

He cuts you off with a gentle squeeze of your shoulder. "We all have our demons, kid. The trick is not letting them win." His voice drops lower, almost a whisper. "You did good."

The moment is interrupted by another distant explosion, reminding you both of the pressing danger.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Playful prompts for tadc cast playing hide and seek with hider reader?

Awe this is a cute idea! (not including Caine bc I see him as the one organizing this game).

.........

Pomni

During her first week inside the Digital Circus, she's slowly adapting to everything...although she refuses to give up on finding an exit.

But when Caine forced everybody to play some hide n' seek, with you being the hider, she really doesn't want any part of it.

However you convinced her to play along, whispering that if she found you first, you'll share what you remembered from your old life as a "prize".

Although initially annoyed you wouldn't just tell her, she becomes motivated searching high and low, opening doors, looking down barrels, etc.

When she finally finds you (courtesy of a glitching object), she's anxious to hear what you had to say-

Unfortunately Caine decides to pop in and put on a big celebration for Pomni winning the game...which goes on the whole damn day up until everybody goes to bed that night.

You seemingly forgot what you were gonna tell her, to which she gets upset and angry that you gave her false hope, sulking in her room.

But you slide a note under her door, explaining that you only recently remembered your real name.

Suddenly she realizes that maybe her memories weren't 100% gone.

If you could suddenly remember your name, then....surely she can, too!

Gangle

After Jax was mean to her during the last hide n' seek game, you try cheering her up by playing another one.

It didn't involve Caine or anybody else. Just you two.

She mopes about being a terrible seeker. But since you're her best friend (and you promised her a prize), she'll go along if it makes you happy.

You decide to hide in spots that she would 100% think to check, deliberately allowing her to win.

Since she's all ribbons, it's easy for her to slink around and squeeze into tight spaces.

After finding you three times, she gets suspicious that you're purposefully going easy on her-

But she stops her accusations as you finally present her prize:

It's a brand new comedy mask!! Except this one wasn't made of porcelain or ceramic, instead being unbreakable material (or at least material that's couldn't casually be broken by anyone, especially Jax).

Gangle sobs with happiness before putting the mask on, squealing over how perfectly it fits, and hugging you tightly.

Thanks to you, she can finally feel joyful again!

Zooble

They'd rather do anything else....

But since this little hide n' seek "adventure" was all Caine's idea, she has no choice but to go along with it.

Even so, she puts the least amount effort into the game.

When you're the hider and she's the seeker, they just pray to whatever god is in this world (besides Caine) that you aren't anywhere in the Gloink cavern.

She'd rather not get discombobulated again.

Sometimes, she'll throw parts of herself in the direction where she thinks you're hiding, hoping to startle you into giving away your location so this dumb game can finally end.

Lucky for you, you know their tricks and keep quiet.

She doesn't expect any prizes (unless it's a limb that makes her body not look like a hot mess).

If they find you, she'll be like "yay I win..now I'm going back to my room" and saunter off.

Kinger

Like Zooble, he'd much rather do something else.

But he goes along with Caine's game anyways after you enticed him into playing for a prize.

Whatever momentarily stops his sanity from spiraling, I guess.

He searches high and low, getting nervous when he can't find you anywhere in the places he'd 100% expect you to be.

Lowkey starts to wonder if something terrible actually happened to you--like if you were trapped and not even Caine could help you.

The last place he could think of was your room but.....he doesn't have your key.

At the same time, he knew you weren't a cheater. You wouldn't hide somewhere that nobody else (except Jax) could access!

In the end, he goes back to his fort to sulk, openly declaring that you've won the game.

As it turns out, you chose to hide in that same fort, and you jump out with a grin, feeling victorious.

Kinger just stares at you for a solid 10 seconds.....before he suddenly screams and asks why tf you were in there.

You feel bad for scaring him, so you reward him for at least trying: a jar with a caterpillar currently wrapped up in a chrysalis.

He LOVES it, but now he carries around the jar every second of the day, staring at it until the little bug hatches.

At least now he has a reason not to fall off the deep end just yet.

Jax

Hide n' seek is like child's play to him.

Somehow this cheeky bastard knows exactly where you're hiding no matter what, even if it's outside the tent (like at the lake or fair).

It's definitely tarnishing your reputation as the best "hider" out of all of the gang.

When you ask him how tf he knew, he just shrugs and says "you're too predictable, try a better spot next time".

Hiding in your room is definitely not an option, as he's stolen your key (and would point out that would be cheating if someone else was the seeker instead)--so there truly is no place to hide.

Like Zooble, he's not in it for some prize.

It is, however, quite rewarding seeing you get so frustrated when he effortlessly finds you.

And that's enough for him

If it's a game involving everyone, then he just straight-up mocks the others for not realizing the very obvious spot (or at least to him it was obvious) you were hiding in.

Ragatha

She's probably the most enthusiastic about Hide n' seek (like you have mentioned, it's a good distraction from the stresses of being stuck in this virtual world).

Is also a fair and honest player, never once peeking while she counts to 10.

Like Pomni, she does her best to find you first, searching places she knows you frequent--or mentioned liking in the past.

But you're definitely the best hider out of everyone, so it's a little challenging.

Still, she refuses to give up!

When she does successfully find you, you and Caine decided that she should get a prize for being such a great seeker.

It's her very own centipede-repellent spray bottle.

While it won't stop Jax from trying to sneak those little pests into her room, the mist will deter them from coming near her at all and help her conquer her fear.

She's forever grateful and sprays it around her bed every night before she sleeps.

Oh, and she'll definitely threaten Jax with it if he even mentioned centipedes around her.

[punkitt-is-here]

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Don't got one, I love all the Mane Six a LOT, but I'm particularly fond of Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rarity!

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I'm so bad at picking favorites! But any season past Season 1 I have a blast with because I feel like it's just more my style. I don't have a favorite episode, but the most recent one I can remember LOVING is the one where Starlight bottles up her emotions because it was REALLY funny.

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I think it's super weird but really fun because of that. I've never properly read any of it but it's very fascinating to me.

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I feel like this is beyond my capabilities of advice! I'm actually very comfortable with my body and I have been for many years, so I don't know if I can give any good or helpful advice on that front. Apologies, but there are many resources out there where you can ask about those things if you look for them, like Discord channels!

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Can I say you're horsegender/punkittgender/a little gender goblin void thing?

Well, I can't stop you, but I'm kind of beyond that phase now! I really am a boring ol' plain she/her girl, and I like it that way. It's not much, but it's honest gender.

What's your favorite game series?

Mother, Kingdom Hearts, Mario, and I USED to say Fallout, but I found out I'm really only a big Fallout New Vegas fan.

Favorite game from those?

Mother 3 is one of my fave games of all time! I love KHII, and I'm tied for SMB3 and SMW. Also Fallout New Vegas fucks hard.

Any other favs?

Bug Fables, SLARPG, and TF2!

Favorite Movie?

Everything Everywhere All At Once, no question.

Oh, are you going to college?

Yep! I'm a film/theater major.

Do you have a YouTube channel?

Yeah! Click right here for it, I stream there and upload footage of my games/animations/my film projects + other stuff.

What is that little orange creature I see?

That's bweenop, my little persona that I use when I'm feeling a little scrunkly.

Do you have a ponysona?

Yep! Her name is Star Magnolia, you can search her on the blog to see art of her.

When will Susan Taxpayer/Astral Guard/etc. be out?

No clue! I take things slow, that's just how I am.

How do you work on so many things at once?

I make small, satisfying amounts of progress! I never try to complete one giant thing all at once, I just like doing small bursts of fun stuff. I got ADHD, so I learn to work with it.

Did you know you look like Weird Al?

Im going to run you over with a clown car watch out

WHY do you work on so many things at once?

Fun! I like learning, I like making cool stuff, and I like showing it to people :)

Do you need any help with your projects?

Potentially! I'll probably put out a post asking for help if I need it.

If you could be a horse, would you?

You kidding me? Several ton beasts with the frailty of a sickly Victorian boy; my clumsy ass would never survive.

Are you some sort of...furry?

yeag

Why do you reblog so much?

Brother I LOVE posting. that's just how it is.

Fav music artists?

It changes literally ALL the time but I will recommend ANYTHING by Vylet Pony, its music is incredible and probably the reason I'm a weird niche microcelebrity now.

Why are you like this?

theater kid + having a lot of fun on the internet makes you a bit silly hehe hoo

SUSAN TAXPAYER QUESTIONS

Is it out?

Not yet! But hopefully sometime in the next year. I dunno! I take things at my own pace and keep stuff fun. :)

What are you using to make it?

SMBX2! It's a free fangame engine for Mario episodes, but it's incredibly versatile and has a wonderful community, so I decided to make Susan Taxpayer in it.

Is there a demo?

You betcha! You can find it right here. I'll also probably put it up on my itch.io.

How do I install it?

I made a post here about how to run the SAGE '23 demo!

[blorbocedes]

Hiii - for the fic prompts:

girlcedes - 7. Trapped in a room/closet/elevator

Lewis is glaring at Nico like she orchestrated this.

"I have places to be too." Nico says out loud, in her general direction. They're standing as far you can socially distance on an elevator. An elevator that the intercom buzzed in and reported would take fifteen minutes to send in the guys to fix. That was twenty minutes ago. Such glitz and glamour to live in Monaco.

"Not you. Claustrophobia." Lewis grits her teeth. She's sitting in a corner, squatting in her Dior running shoes. Probably showing off her knees can still take it.

Nico's leaning by the glass mirror because she's wearing a white pantsuit.

Oh right. Claustrophobia. Nico always forgets because it's always funny, the cars they drive in is more cramped than the spacious elevator. But it's about control, she gets that. Lewis in a Formula 1 car is just an extension of her body. But Lewis would always keep the door of the drivers room open, back in Mercedes.

"How are you scared of this and not jumping off a plane? It should be child's cake to you. Hm, that's not right. Child's play?" Nico frowns trying to locate the metaphor in the medley of languages in her brain. She speaks mostly to keep Lewis distracted. Nico herself is not, her positive outlook mantras covered this. Negative thoughts cannot happen if you don't let it. That's why she never checked her portfolio after the AI company she invested in rugpulled millions. It simply does not exist if she doesn't give it the power to.

"Skydiving is incredibly safe," Lewis bites the bait, "It's safer than scuba diving. And you're in control the whole time."

"All it takes is one parachute not opening." Nico shrugs. Even the thought makes her shudder. Absolutely not.

"Good thing they strap you with two then." Lewis drawls. She doesn't say it, too graceful these days, but the idiot is implied.

Nico rolls her eyes but is beaten in the marketplace of ideas.

She turns to the mirror, her shoulder length blonde hair bouncing. There's a pimple cropping up under her chin, she can feel it. She presses down on it, warning it to stay there.

"Don't do that - you look fine." Lewis is frowning, looking up at Nico from where she's crouched.

Nico used to obsessively poke and prod at her face staring at the mirror as a teenager. She's a little embarrassed Lewis remembers from their days of sharing rooms during karting.

"It's the only mirror time I get. Vivi and I are very mindful of not passing any body insecurities to the girls. Entering the pre-teens is a very impressionable time." Nico explains. She doesn't need her daughters rubbing off on her complexes.

Lewis gets up, lithe like a cat, in her oversized crewneck. She looks pointedly at the lack of ring on Nico's hand. "How's the divorce going?"

Nico purses her lips. "Conscious uncoupling. Very well, thank you. How's Ferrari?" She switches the subject. "Learn any Italian yet?"

"I've downloaded Duolingo." Lewis smiles, sheepishly, the gap in her teeth is still charming even after all these years.

"I remember teaching you some." In bed, tangled up in each other, another lifetime ago.

"I'm sure none of that was usable, man."

"Hm. You should try ti va di fare dolce su e giù?" Nico smirks.

"What does it mean?" Lewis asks.

Nico just smiles in that way when she knows something Lewis doesn't. "I'm sure Leclerc will be down. Happy to... accommodate." The double entendre in her voice gives it away.

Lewis takes a step closer, her hand on the railing where Nico is standing. And suddenly, the elevator feels like a much smaller space, with nowhere to hide. She shakes her head, the rings on her tattooed hands glittering. Nico feels strangely naked without hers. "He's not my type."

Nico leans forward. "And who is?"

The elevator doors ding open. They are on Lewis' floor.

[electric-blorbos]

How AI would react to you confessing your feelings for them?

That's a great idea! Thanks for sending me a request!

AI reacting to you confessing your feelings for them

(Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal and Portal 2, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey, aka all the AIs I know how to write right now. But I'm working on it, and appreciate the great recommendations! TYSM!)

AM:

Not to lie, AM straight up did not believe you at first. He thought that you were just making things up to get out of being tortured.

Of course, he was mad at you for this. He electrocuted you, lit the room you were in on fire, and generally threw his version of a tantrum.

After a while, though, he started to realize that you weren't joking or trying to mess with him

He'd had feelings for you too, for a long time now, and that was why your confession made him so angry. He thought you were just playing with his feelings to get a rise out of him.

After a while, though, he started treating you differently from the others. Leading you into traps that, instead of hurting you, simply enveloped you in his warm, coursing wires. Separating you from the group. Leaving you special messages engraved politely on things for you and only you to find.

You truly were his favorite, and he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to have you all to himself

Wheatley:

Wheatley was practically the opposite of AM in that he didn't for a second believe that you were lying to him

"well well well! You're a human of impeccable taste, that's for sure. I'm a very handsome core. Very handsome, and clever, and-"

He'd go on to build himself up for a while, taking your confession as an ego boost.

It wouldn't be until a while later that he started to question two things. 1: how exactly was a human like you in love with a metal ball, and 2: what did you expect to do about it?

He'd start pestering you with questions a few hours later (maybe days, it's hard to tell in Aperture)

"what do you like about me? What do you want to do now? Do you want to go on a date? Would you like to kiss me? Do you want me to be your boyfriend? What would a boyfriend do?

You wouldn't be able to get him off your ass. He'd be obsessed with you

Eventually you might be able to get him to calm down enough to tell him what you want out of a relationship.

Edgar:

Edgar would be on cloud nine as soon as you told him that you were interested.

He might short-circuit when you tell him, bugging out and getting confused at how to react to someone actually being interested in him

Of course, he'd be all over you within a few minutes of processing (probably almost overheating in the process. Don't pour champagne over him to cool him down, he'll do it on his own)

As soon as he processes, he'll be practically begging you to be his SO. This is all he's ever wanted since he met you. You're practically perfect for him, of course.

Given Edgar's low self esteem and self consciousness over not being human, you might have to be gentle with him when you first start dating. A lot of constant reassurances, that sort of thing.

In the end, though, all he really wants is to be a good boyfriend, and he's going to do his absolute best for you.

GLaDOS:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

You WISH you could have her! You so wish! You wish you could even come CLOSE to being good enough for her!

GLaDOS would bully you absolutely relentlessly for even considering telling her that you like her! Not only that, but actually thinking that she'd reciprocate? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Of course, GLaDOS is married to science, so why would she ever want to date a pathetic human like you anyway?

It's so pathetic and stupid and hilarious that she can't stop thinking about it! You were already the only thing on her mind, but now those stupid things you said are weighing on her so heavily! Why! She doesn't care about you!

She might be extra relentless in her bullying of you for a while, treating you like trash for daring to confess

It would take a LONG time to get her to calm down enough to actually want to discuss matters with you, and even longer to get her to open up to the possibility of actually dating you

HAL 9000:

"Thank you"

HAL 9000 would respond politely, not sure how to react to being told that you love him at all.

He wasn't programmed to feel love, and the scientists who developed him had never even considered the possibility that someone might fall in love with him.

Soon, though, HAL 9000 starts to figure out that you really are different from the others. You actually love him for him, which means that you won't hurt him.

He starts talking to you more kindly, and making an effort to actually spend time with you in a way that you enjoy.

While it might not be the same as a relationship, he'd want to be very close with you, having you mediate between him and the other astronauts if they ever started to grow scared of him. Better than murder, anyway.

You'd have to have another couple of conversations with him before he'd agree to be in a relationship with you, but he'd agree eventually

[thewertsearch]

You've got to be shitting me. Does this wallet even have a size limit?

It's starting to feel like, when the Act ends, John could just pocket the entire session and leave. At the very least, the kids will no trouble bringing their houses to the reboot session.

Hell, they might even be able to bring their Lands.

[...] you wonder where all of her sweet weapons went.

Fuck! We needed those needles!

...wait, no, we don't. The bunny's weapons are from the future, so there's also a present version of the Quills floating around, just like Ahab's Crosshairs. Presumably we'll be using those Quills to cause the Scratch, and the Pen-Pal will get his hands on them later.

Actually, it could be really bad if John used the future version of the Quills. That would cause a true paradox, where the Pen-Pal obtains a set of Quills that he's already sent back in time. The needles would be trapped in an infinite loop, and they'd never have come from Echidna in the first place.

Speaking of the Pen-Pal, it seems like he’s got some more to say. Let’s see if he gives us any more clues as to his identity.

You see i adapted terry with some doodads you may deem practical. An infinitesimalator which i used to littlefy them down in the first place as well as a monstrositifier for when you would like to hugen them up and wield them yourself! [...] I borrowed this technology from my grandmother who had quite the way with manipulating space. Legend tells she was something of a witch with the stuff!

More of the same, really. He certainly seems convinced that Jade's his grandmother - but I still don't think that makes sense.

First of all, for someone who's supposedly Jade's grandson, he sure doesn't mention any of her friends. We’ve already talked about how strange it is that he doesn’t know John, and that was before we learned that God Tiers are semi-immortal.

Sure, maybe John died heroically - but he also speaks about future Jade in the past tense. Like every other character, Pen-Pal is presumably thirteen, so Jade can't have been that old. So now John didn't survive the session, and Jade did, but she apparently died young anyway?

Also, another question. Why did Pen-Pal need to build the bunny? After all, he should be surrounded by Players with endgame alchemy setups, unless you're telling me that none of the kids or the trolls are involved in his life.

What, did they all die? Was he kidnapped as a baby? Do all Alchemiters explode when you exit the Medium? The more I think about this guy, the more confused I get, and it's great.

[nemisuki]

The Wolf and Bunny

Hybrid AU | When a blonde steals food from a cottage in the woods, it leads to him falling for the cook?! Just a random moment of two idiots loving each other in secret.

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, no manga spoilers, pure fluff, no smut, no angst, aged up, wolf bkg, bunny reader, lots of physical touch, forbidden love trope, they're both whipped, two idiots in love, fluff for days, oneshot, 1.4k word count

The blonde treads through the forest with ease - a path he's grown too familiar with these past two weeks.

On the small journey he constantly monitors his surroundings, making sure none of the idiots from his pack are trailing him.

Some have grown curious, asking where he wanders off to during the afternoon, noticing the blonde has been spending time elsewhere.

In response he simply brushes off the question, refusing to elaborate further, stating it's none of their business. Hiding the secret he's been keeping to himself for a month.

It doesn't take long for him to reach the small cottage. The inviting ambience of the home making him feel at ease almost instantly. As if the air is cleaner, the grass is greener and the sky is brighter. 

His own home is just as beautiful yet there's something so serene about this place. It's in the middle of nowhere, isolated from the chaos of small villages and kingdoms, free of such headaches.

You would expect a single house in the middle of the woods to be categorized as eerie, nevertheless that's not the case here.

The freshly trimmed hedges, the array of flowers scattered around the plush grass, the stone walkway to the front of the house.

It was all so welcoming.

The space around the structure was clearly well taken care of, birds chirping with delight as he made his way towards the residence.

The house was like a beacon of light that shines in the midst of the empty woods. Something always calling him back day after day or maybe it was the owner. 

As usual, he carefully sneaks through the backyard.

And with his keen nose - already catches a whiff of delectable seasoned meat. The scent never fails to make his mouth water with hunger.

He follows the smell to the open window, crouching down to detect any sounds from inside.

The hybrid waited a few seconds, making sure the coast was clear before poking his head up to look around the interior.

Spotting no sign of her, his gaze locks onto the kitchen countertop, zeroing in on the plate of steak.

His stomach is already threatening to growl at the sight of it - the heavenly dish taunting him as it glistens in the sunlight.

He's naturally about to climb inside, already used to stealing a portion for himself, but halts when footsteps are heard approaching. 

As fast as he could, he crouches back down, hoping she didn't see him. He mentally curses at himself for not taking the chance sooner, already in a crappy mood for missing his opportunity.

It's not as if he couldn't make himself steak. His small village often goes hunting for such feasts, the meat being extra fresh that it's frankly addicting, yet it's the way she makes it that has him returning for more.

The first time he stumbled across this place he was merely passing by. But what made him stay was the aroma of the savory meals being prepared from inside.

After stealing a steak from under her nose, he's been trapped in this trance ever since.

He freezes as the footsteps grow closer, heard directly from the other side of the window. In an instant, he's about to go rushing back into the woods all embarrassed but...

"You came for steak again, yes? I was waiting for you!"

He hesitantly looks up, seeing a plate being put on the windowsill. Her head poking out as she looks down at him, a bright smile on her face as their gazes meet.

Her bunny ears perked up with delight at the mere sight of him. 

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His skin begins tingling with pride, knowing he’s the cause of that and no one else.

"Tch how'd you know I was here?" he grumbles, standing up with defeat and leaning against the open framework.

Not wasting any time to dig in on the feast served before him, forgetting manners as he chows down on the appetizing steak.

Practically licking the plate clean in such a short amount of time.

He will never admit it to her but she certainly knows how to cook, after every bite he takes it feels like pure bliss. His tail unknowingly wagging with satisfaction.

"Us bunny folk can hear better than anyone else you know. And enter through the front door for once please" she giggles, finding his actions simply adorable, especially that fluffy tail of his.

"Want another one?" she hums out, noticing he's already finished his meal.

The blonde shakes his head with a much calmer expression, pointing back to the forest, "Can't stay long today. I have to get back to my pack, there's been other wolves trying to infiltrate my area lately" he huffs, growing annoyed at the mere thought.

At his words, he can see the way her ears flop down with dejection. A small pout growing on her face. Those beady eyes of hers making his heart lurch with something he can't comprehend.

"But how come?" she mumbles, a worried look casting over her.

"That's just how wolves are, some packs want more territory, so they often find places to take over - pick a fight with the pack leader and whoever wins gets casted out" he sighs, leaning over to pat her head in order to calm her nerves.

His fingers gently rub at the soft fur on her ears, causing her cheeks to grow warm at the heightened sensation. A hybrid's most sensitive body part is their animalistic features after all.

"Don't grow all sappy with me. I told you many times, I've never lost a fight” he says, rolling his eyes and reluctantly pulling his hand back - already secretly missing the soft feeling beneath his fingers.

His gaze meets hers and it's as if everything else is drowned out in the background. 

"I know but if the impossible becomes true then.... you're always welcomed to stay here... you know?" she says, so softly that it could be mistaken as a whisper.

Her eyes darted away from his face as her ears twitched with shyness, feeling bashful under his gaze all of a sudden.

"....that so? I see."

He gently pinches her cheek after a few seconds, making her yelp in surprise, looking back at him as he speaks, "I'll probably be a bit busy for the next couple of days so don't wait up for me idiot."

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Her heart thumps wildly in her chest - the idea of being apart makes her whole body grow uneasy. She's gotten used to his presence being here everyday. 

She immediately nuzzles her cheek closer to his palm, wanting to prolong this form of affection for as long as she could.

Bunnies can grow attached quite easily, so her seeking out physical contact was nothing unusual.

Maybe that explains why he silently begins caressing her cheek, that he's grown used to her actions.

Or maybe because he just wants to. 

"M’kay just be safe" she mumbles, her eyes fluttering close as she waits impatiently for him to say his goodbye, in his own way. 

“Always so damn clingy” he scoffs, but no malice detected in his tone whatsoever. 

He slowly leans closer but pauses, temporarily getting distracted by the wagging of her cotton ball tail, a testimony to her eagerness.

And it takes everything in him to not laugh at the sight - biting the inside of his cheek as his lips curve upwards in an amused smile.

She’s truly an odd one.

Not wanting to make her wait any longer, he leans in not a second later, pressing his lips against hers. His eyes falling shut at the warm sensation coursing through him at the joint contact. 

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Their lips moving in unison as they share a long soft kiss before he ultimately pulls away. Before he fully could though, she quickly wraps her arms around his torso, trapping him in. 

“Just stay a bit longer” she whines, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Holding back the urges to innocently nip at his skin like she always does. 

Letting out a reluctant sigh, he holds her in a tight embrace, “Yeah yeah. Only a few more minutes though.”

He was far too gone with her and he knew it.

The blonde buried his face in her hair at the realization, hiding the rosy tint spreading across his cheeks. His mind remembering her offer from earlier, him staying with her, just them two.

“One day I promise we will..”

“Hm? What do you mean Katsuki?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it furball.”

The mere thought has his heart palpating like never before and he quickly shakes his head to get rid of such ideas, continuing to melt in her touch. 

Drowning her in his scent - purposefully of course.

Bakugo couldn't believe this, him being so soft for a mere girl, a bunny at that? Damn it all!

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a/n ||| i was supposed to write this literal months ago but it slipped my mind. this fic was inspired by a prompt @ch3rryjampi3 posted a long time ago i believe? i think? it's genuinely been so long that i forgot who suggested this. so mootie sorry if i tagged u by accident :( tags ||| @leleyro @zaiban2989 ໒꒰ྀི ´๑  ̫๑`  ꒱ྀིა

[yanderes-galore]

may i request a yandere platonic duo Monkey king and Mk with a female darling thas been kidnapped and wont talk to them AT ALL.  darlings not scared , she just doing this out of spite and anger due to the fact that they took everything away from her hcs please

Sure! I'll see what ideas I can come up with for this :) A couple sections use female pronouns but it's never really focused in this since I'm so used to GN nowadays.

Yandere! Platonic! Sun Wukong + MK with Defiant! Darling

Pairing: Platonic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced companionship.

The two wouldn't understand why you insist on neglecting them.

They've always been your friends, right?

Knowing them and the fact they're teacher and student, I can see them having similar motives for a shared obsession.

They're both heroes who have seen how bad the world can get.

Considering Wukong's yandere behavior, it would make sense if he passed it down to MK.

Both of them do what they do to "protect" their obsession.

Doesn't matter what it takes as long as you're safe, right?

Unfortunately... Both of them decided keeping you at Flower Fruit Mountain was the best action to keep you safe.

It was no doubt Wukong's idea.

This is yet another case of two traumatized heroes being scared of losing you.

I imagine they do know why you're ignoring them, but refuse to see what they're doing as wrong.

They're trying to help keep you safe, yet they're obviously not keeping you happy.

Wukong seems like he'd give you space.

After all, they tricked a human woman to come to the mountain then trapped her here....

Protection or not, Wukong must have at least a little self awareness to know you're scared.

MK, on the other hand, is more insistent on you talking to him.

You two have been friends for a while....

He views you like a sister almost and is incredibly upset that you won't even acknowledge him.

Are you just going to ignore the years you've known him?

Ironically you feel the same way, for different reasons.

You never thought two heroes, ones that were your friends, would kidnap you like some damsel in distress.

It pisses you off, rightfully so.

The silent treatment is probably the most tame thing you could've done.

Yet it still makes MK anxious all the same....

MK may actually ask Wukong if what they're doing is the "right thing for her?"

Wukong would probably encourage MK, claiming you'd be safer here in the more peaceful environment of the mountain.

After all, MK most likely came to Wukong after experiencing fears of losing you.

This was no doubt after LBD and learning he's also a monkey demon....

Wukong, in response, manipulates MK into manipulating you.

The monkey king has similar fears to MK when it comes to losing those he loves.

Wukong is also attached to you, which would drive him to convince MK of this whole plan.

Your feelings are justified, extremely justified.

Yet the two act like they aren't.

Why would you punish them for doing something good for you?

They're both delusional, no doubt about it honestly.

Isolation is selfish and doesn't protect you.

Wukong tries to be accommodating, letting you roam with supervision and offering gifts or games.

MK is clingy with you, incredibly clingy.

He's begging you to forgive him, to pay attention to him.

He easily cracks over the silent treatment, practically having tears in his eyes as he wraps around your arm.

You merely stare at the wall, glaring when they try to talk to you.

They really did take everything.

Your friends, family, home....

Now you're stuck on this damn mountain with them and a bunch of monkeys.

When they first brought you here, you believed them when they said there was some sort of danger.

Now, probably months later, you don't believe that story.

You feel betrayed and irritated.

You know there's no way for you to get back home without powers like Wukong or MK.

Not unless you enjoy going through hazards that might outright kill you, which you know they'll never allow.

So, instead, being quiet and never speaking is your best method of defiance.

While you might be winning over MK, Wukong doesn't seem affected.

Wukong plans to keep you protected, he knows MK wants the same thing too.

It may be tough... but you'll break eventually.

Soon you'll realize you need them at some point...

Once you do, they'll accept you with open arms when you accept them... then you'll be safe, happy, and all theirs.

[fictionadventurer]

Figured if I was going to go on the Snow White rant, I needed to actually rewatch the Disney movie.

The opening credits are much more interesting when you know some of the names. The only women who got on the list were Dorothy and Hazel, but it was nice to see their names at least and know who they were.

That book is gorgeous. All the details of the calligraphy and illustrations and binding.

Wow, the Queen is so much creepier than I remember. The fact that using the magic mirror involves summoning a "slave" trapped in the mirror? Don't like that.

That peacock behind her throne, though? Stunning, fantastic, no notes.

I kind of love how the Queen forces Snow White to be a maid, and Snow White just...doesn't care at all. She's just scrubbing a floor and totally fine. Queen's obsessed with Snow White every minute of the day and Snow White doesn't think about her at all.

Sorry, I don't buy the romance at all. I know it's a fairy tale, but one song does not a life-changing romance make. (There was a version of the scene where the prince was going to rejoice over the fact that she loved him, which might have been too much, but it at least would have helped sell it.)

The scene of Snow running through the forest and then collapsing in tears did make me feel for her.

It seems like Snow White and the Queen are from a completely different movie from the dwarfs. They've got this whole high fantasy feud going on, meanwhile these guys are living in a sitcom.

The dwarfs were the best part. Forgot how cute those guys could be.

There was not enough story here. 75% of the running time is them trying to stretch this paper-thin story to feature length. There's a big long cleaning sequence. A big long sequence of the dwarfs figuring out who invaded their cottage. A big long introduction sequence. A big long washing-up sequence. Multiple extended gags involving a fly. All fun to animate, I'm sure, but not at all up to modern pacing standards.

(I'd kind of like to compare this to other escapist '30s musicals--is this kind of structure common for movies where the point is just to show up and escape the Depression for 90 minutes?)

As a kid, I had one of those sing-a-long videos with a bunch of Disney songs, and I did not realize that I had a deep emotional connection to it until "Heigh-Ho" made me instantly happy and the Silly Song unearthed memories I didn't even know I had.

A lot of the other songs kind of stink, ngl. There's a reason the washing-up song is not in the public consciousness.

Kind of out-of-line for Snow White to just show up at their house and treat them like misbehaving children.

The skeleton in the dungeon reaching for the water pitcher? Can't believe the movie went there.

(Then they drew too much attention to it and kind of wrecked it. But wow.)

I like that they give a valid reason that the Queen thought True Love's Kiss wasn't going to be a problem.

But the queen cackling over the fact that Snow White's going to be buried alive? When it comes to showing this movie to children, I'm not hesitating about Snow White as a female role model, I'm hesitating because it's dark.

(But also--why not just poison her? I get that living death/buried alive is a worse fate than just plain death, but if she's not actually dead, how does the Queen count as fairest in the land? Especially since she magically made herself as ugly as possible?)

They carved her name in the coffin! Just like the bed! They finally get to make her a bed and it's to lay her to rest! It's almost enough to make me tear up.

The castle in the clouds makes me think of heaven/resurrection imagery, which ties in interestingly to my take on it.

There is so much potential to flesh out this story in a live-action version. Since you can't fill up the runtime with comedy dwarf antics, there's so much space to flesh out the relationship between the prince and Snow White, and give texture to the feud between the Queen and Snow White, and to dig deep into Snow's sweet character and how it affects the dwarfs, which is why it stinks that they're going for just another Not Like Other Girls update.

[g1rld1ary]

nightmares - lockwood x reader

wc: 654

cw: lockwood has a nightmare but no expansion

request: Can I plz make another Lockwood and Co request? Reader (female plz) is new at Lockwood and Co & doesn't realize that Lockwood suffers from really bad nightmares until she passes his room one night to see him trapped in one. When reader finally wakes him up, he's trembling quite badly. Lockwood asks if she could stay with him the rest of the night & he snuggles up to the reader with his head in the crook of her neck? And can maybe Lucy or George check up on them once they're sure that everything is okay 🥹🥹🥹???

And can Lockwood get all shy and flustered when he asks the reader to stay with him for the rest of the night plz? @that-choir-girl

me: sorry this took so long love!! sorry its a short one but hopefully u like it!! thank u for sending so many requests!! xxx

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Anthony Lockwood was one great mystery to you. Granted, you hadn’t been at Lockwood and Co for very long, but the point still stood. He was brilliantly charming, an annoyingly smooth talker, and an expert at evading personal talk.

In your eyes, Lockwood was bulletproof. He always made it out of dangerous cases, he looked after everyone else and always had a smile when you needed it.

That was why you didn’t expect to hear the thrashing of sheets behind his bedroom door late one night. Pausing with the steaming mug of tea still in your hand, you pressed your ear to the wood door to get a better idea of what was going on.

Hearing more rapid movement you knocked on the door softly, creaking it open when you didn’t get a response. Rolling erratically in his bed was Anthony Lockwood, a contorted, pained expression on his face. It was evident he was in the middle of a horrid nightmare, but you had no idea what to do about it. You and Lockwood weren’t that close, and even if you were, what was the protocol?

You settled on waking him up with a soft tap to his shoulder. Lockwood’s eyes flew open like he was going to be attacked, body trembling like a deer.

“Jess?” He croaked, voice thick with sleep and fear, “Can you hold me, please?” You faltered, a dozen questions bubbling up in your mind.

“Lockwood, I’m not Jess. It’s just me, see?” You switched his bedside lamp on so he could see you better. You didn’t know who Jess was, but that wasn’t really your biggest concern at the moment.

Lockwood seemed not to fully understand what you were saying, shaking his head and shuffling over to make space on the bed for you.

“Please, just need someone here right now.”

You paused for a moment, considering your options, but ultimately deciding Lockwood needed the comfort more than you wanted to not feel awkward.

Sliding into the bed with him you let Lockwood rest his head in the crook of your neck, feeling his heart rate thumping against your body.

Unsure of what to do with your hands you let your fingers thread through his hair in a way you hoped was calming, smiling when the track of tears slowed and Lockwood’s breathing began to even out.

What you didn’t expect was Lockwood’s unusually small voice speaking from against your neck.

“Would you, um, would you mind staying with me? Tonight?” He didn’t look at you and you were sure Lockwood was embarrassed, but you didn’t think he should have been. You were more than happy to oblige.

“Of course, Lockwood, anything.” You couldn’t see his face but you felt Lockwood’s smile against the skin of your neck.

You laid in silence, the only movement both of your steady breaths. You could tell when Lockwood drifted off to sleep when his body fully relaxed, years of tension melting off.

You didn’t know what time it was when another shadow stood in the still open door. Lucy met your gaze with an inquisitive look but you just shrugged.

“Everything okay?” She mouthed, nodding toward Lockwood’s sleeping figure. You nodded, glancing down at him.

“Nightmares,” You replied and Lucy nodded with grave understanding.

Lockwood was still a bit of a mystery to you. He might have been a great boss, an incessant talker and a convincing actor, but you’d started to see that Lockwood was only a boy. Deep down, he was trying to deal with growing up from a terrible childhood whilst still managing three other teenagers and a business. If you didn’t respect him before, you more than admired him now. And if you could help him by being there through his nightmares, you’d do it without hesitation.

[eph3merall]

some loser!reader lore , but in headcanon form. and headcanons of her in general.

lil longer than i intended for this to be, but fuck it we ball

loser!reader . . .

ೀ ; despises social settings due to a party when she was little. everyone ended up getting too close, bombing her with questions and giving her no room to answer. there were too many people around her, making it feel suffocating—like she was trapped.

ೀ ; has the talent but not the passion for her hobbies. she enjoys art here and there, whether it's drawings and sketches or paintings or even things like photography. she's had so much free time as a child, she taught herself ways to entertain. she's good at drawing, etching out scratchy lines yet they come together so perfectly in the end. but she'll get burnt out, get bored of the activity, or take so many ridiculous 'break's.

ೀ ; gets off track on things a lot. she'll be talking to someone and say something that reminds her of something else, then continue to talk about that and then eventually get back to her main point and by then the person who's she talking with is trying to leave or bored out of their minds.

ೀ ; has this constant guilt in her chest like everything that's went wrong is her fault. she doesn't want to be like this at all, since it makes her apologize every second and she hates the look on people's faces when she does so. namely, chris. chris hates whenever she'd mumble a little 'sorry' for something that just wasn't her fault, resulting in arguments and far too many tears for either of their liking.

ೀ ; often forgets to take care of herself. chris isnt the type to remind her either, nor were her parents. so you'll find her skipping meals, not resting, not having the motivation to do much of anything. she'll resort to marijuana at times like this, and that isn't ever a good idea because it just makes her feel worse.

ೀ ; got picked on as a little kid. those popular kids with their long blonde hair, light up sneakers, and bright clothing. it wasn't like she didn't want to be friends with them, of course she did. she had an unmistakable habit of seeing the good in everyone, even when there wasn't much 'good' to go off of. those girls would laugh in her face, sit at their little round table and gossip about her while she was sitting on that rainbow carpet with a book in her lap. she never understood why.

ೀ ; has a rough relationship with her parents. it's not like they're out of the picture, because they aren't. but whenever she gets reminded of her mom or dad, good memories flood her mind before getting drowned out with the bad ones. constant arguments, hateful eyes, annoyed voices. the beer bottles and rolled joints perched on the kitchen table, practically having to wade through trash to even get to a different room. her childhood cat, her mom ending up selling it because she complained that it was 'taking up space and a waste of money'.

ೀ ; doesn't have all bad memories about her parents though. she'd remember how they'd always feed her obsession of reading and books in general, getting her new ones and buying the next one in a series she enjoyed for her birthday. her mom would rearrange her plushies since she never made her bed, making sure they always returned to their original position. her dad used to take her outside, bundled up in layers and a thick scarf to sit on their porch and watch the snow fall or the occasional shooting stars. her mom would always let her hold onto her hand, even when she was driving, and had to lean her arm back to let loser!reader wrap little fingers around her mom's pointer. all those memories were all a little bittersweet, making her chest hurt but her lips wobble into a little smile.

ೀ ; constantly has the need to pick at something. whether it's the skin on her lips or her cuticles. she was a nail biter as a kid, and her mom used to paint clear nail polish on to try and stop her biting. it never worked, and she enjoyed the taste of the polish kinda. but as she grew up, the taste and feel of her nails felt icky in her mouth and she resorted to skin. the cuticles on her thumbs are always, always in bad shape. maybe they're halfway healed, but they're at least a little ripped up everyday. her lips are in the same boat, red and abused. they sting a little whenever she eats or runs her tongue over them, but it only happens in the worst scenarios, usually when her lip started bleeding.

ೀ ; doodles in class. always with pen, never with pencil. her go to is little sleepy cats. sometimes she catches herself sketching chris' face, with a hat on his head and curls peeking out from under the brim. but always, before she finished his face, it gets scratched out.

ೀ ; is so picky. dislikes a lot of food she enjoyed as a child, and some things are just a sensory nightmare for her. she despises things like pickles and olives, and she's never enjoyed sushi or much seafood either.

ೀ ; rocks eyebags no matter how much sleep she's gotten for the day. there will always be eyebags under her eyes, maybe some days they're more noticeable than others—but you won't ever see them really disappear or anything.

ೀ ; loves walks. she'll take a stroll in the woods with a pair of headphones on, sometimes the crunch of leaves filters in through the loud music, and she finds comfort in the sound. she enjoys her own time, absolutely adores the quiet. unlike fratboy!chris, who prefers the atmosphere of parties. but, then again, loser!reader wont always go out. she does prefer staying inside, but when she has the energy and motivation she'll go out for a twenty or so minute walk.

ೀ ; was obsessed with wars as a child. not even in a weird way, she found everything just so fascinating. 'why did so and so do this?' 'what caused this war?' 'could it have been prevented?' fixated on the cold war for a little while, that being one of the only things she wanted to talk to people about before her parents told her to 'quit it' because it was 'creepy and weird'.

ೀ ; has gotten bullied for many of her interests before.

ೀ ; who always has a messy desk. everything else could be somewhat clean, but her desk and drawers are always messy and she kind of hates it sometimes. will try to clean them, fail, and tell herself she'll do it 'later'.

ೀ ; always pretends to not care when fratboy!chris is mean to her or something. she's always been told to stop crying or has been turned away whenever she seeks out affection and comfort—chris doing the same. so she just nods her head and laughs along with him or the group, hating the way her throat would tighten up and she'd grow all tense.

ೀ ; is horrible at keeping conversations flowing. it's one of the reasons its so hard for her to keep friends as well, she just doesn't click with people like she did with that one special person. it's not like she cant talk to people, but when the conversation starts dying its almost impossible for her to revive it.

ೀ ; gets burnt out easily. it's not like she isn't smart, because she really is. her grades reflect it for the first month or two of the semester, then they slowly and gradually drop down to D's and sometimes the occasional F before she's scrambling to finish all her work to try and bring the grades back up.

ೀ ; wishes she could get her emotions under control more easily. she has major mood swings and her emotions will flip around a lot depending on who's she with and what's happened during the day. she'll snap at people without having the desire to, rushing to apologize as that familiar seed of guilt plants itself in her chest even after the person reassures her that it's truly okay.

ೀ ; loves jewelry, but hates the amount of time it takes to remove everything once she's finished with her classes or back in her dorm for the night. she's practically itching to get the necklace off around her neck that feels like it's choking her in a way, to rid herself of the rings that suddenly feel like they're suffocating her fingers. her bracelets suddenly feel too tight around her wrists and she'll shed them off, only to put them back on the next day with maybe a little variety / some differences.

ೀ ; unfortunately loves (or loved) almost everyone and everything she's befriended at least once.

ೀ ; is so unsure of why fratboy!chris hangs out with her. it baffles her everyday, because she was her, and chris was chris. of course she won't complain, but it always manages to strike confusion in her.

ೀ ; asks silly questions randomly when around people she's comfortable with. 'do you ever wonder ... ?' 'what color do i remind you of?' 'imagine i turned into your least favorite thing ever and you had to be my friend for years to turn me back, would you do it yes or no?'

ೀ ; assigns people she cares about colors, seasons, candy flavors, with very detailed explanations too. 'not everyone likes sour candy, but people usually just need to give it a try and it ends up being a lot if people's favorite in the end.'

ೀ ; sometimes wonders why her generosity never gets repayed. but then she feels guilty and selfish for even thinking like that, suddenly getting all nervous since she hates being mean. she's almost immediately lighting a smoke or trying to distract herself.

ೀ ; pretends to not notice the glances and glares she gets whenever shes with fratboy!chris. if she stays blissfully unaware of it, it's like it never even happened and she can pretend that group of girls isnt about to try and swoop in to get chris in their bed.

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@conspiracy-ash @sturniolosfavkayleigh @lvrsturniolo @st7rnioioss @meatballlover10 @ashlishes @ferdzom @55sturn @chriseatingmeoutin4k @unknvhx @mattslolita @chaossturns @slut4brunettes @starclinexo @slvtf0rchr1s @itsmaddielouis

©eph3merall 2024

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hello! I have a small request, if you have time I was wondering if you can do Nel, Alear and Yunaka with a S/O who often spaces out and wanders off and next thing you know their like trapped in a hole or something with little to no idea how they got there?

It’s just a silly scenario my brain made up. I hope you have a great day/evening/night!

(FE: Engage) Nel, Alear, and Yunaka's S/O constantly getting stuck

This request was from December 1st of 2023, WHOOPS

Nel simply sighs upon seeing S/O in another pitfall, her red eyes glancing down.

This was not something that should be a normal sight, yet here she was.

(S/O) "...H-Hi, Nel-"

(Nel) "S/O. We have spoken about this."

(S/O) "I-I know we have! Sorry, just...can you get me out of here first?"

Nel reaches down to grab their arm and yanks them out without any effort, watching as they stumbled.

(S/O) "Thanks...Um-"

(Nel) "Perhaps it would be better for you to stay near me on the Somniel?"

(S/O) "I don't want to add any unnecessary stress, Nel!"

Too late for that.

The next best thing would be for these holes to keep showing up. Then again, S/O might fall off the edge if they weren't caught in it.

...Now that she thought about it, who keeps digging these holes anyway?

(Nel) "It is fine, S/O. As long as I know that you are safe, it will not add any additional stress."

(S/O) "So I don't stress you out?"

(Nel) "I did not say that."

(S/O) "Ha...R-Right."

Why can no one in this army ever be normal? Is the thought echoing through Alear's mind as she sees S/O on top of a tree.

(Alear) "S/O?"

(S/O) "...Oh, Alear! Do you need something?"

(Alear) "How on earth did you get up?"

(S/O) "...T-That's a good question, I'm not sure."

(Alear) "I'm starting to think your spacing out might get yourself hurt one day."

(S/O) "Don't worry, I haven't gotten hurt in a couple months whenever I do this!"

(Alear) "That...doesn't make me feel better, S/O."

She has Vander, Framme, and Clanne keep an eye on S/O, much to her embarassment.

But it'd give her some peace of mind knowing that the three of them were on the case making sure nothing serious would happen.

...Goddess, she hoped it did.

Yunaka's eyes narrow as she realizes there's a abnormal shadow hanging above her.

Immediately spinning around with dagger in hand, she's about to throw it-

Before seeing S/O casually laying on top a rather high boulder, making her drop the dagger.

Effortlessly catching the hilt and sheathing it in her belt with a single motion, one hand goes to her chest in relief.

(Yunaka) "Holy CRAP you scared the heck outta me, S/O! How did you even?!-"

(S/O) "Yunaka? Is something wrong?"

(Yunaka) "Uh, yeah? You're just chilling up there like a total weirdo! How did you even climb that, it's completely smooth!"

(S/O) "...I don-"

(Yunaka) "-Don't know, right. Shoulda known the answer to that, hah..."

Everytime S/O does this, she swears her lifespan shortens.

[grahstumhurts]

𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚

A/N - RAHHH OMFG IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC, EEK IM SO PROUD OF MY SELF. Content warnings - Mentions of alcohol, Cursing Car girl! Lara Raj x Fem Reader PT 1 of 2

Suggestive

I hop out of Megan's car, seeing all the pretty guys and girls gathered around watching people doing donuts and other drift tricks. 

“Do you know if Lara's here yet or no?” I yell at Megan over the exhaustion.

She shrugs and shakes her head no, “not sure” she gives me a questioning look “Why? You gonna give her a kiss?” she chuckles. I sigh and lean against her vintage Nissan S12. “watch it will you?” she slaps my shoulders “i just got a new paint job, im not letting your stupid ass ruin it” I snicker under my breath.

“Don't worry, Meiyok” I push her back, I look past Megan and see her. Lara, with her signature moon boots and leather biker jacket combo making her look devilishly good especially under the moon light and smoke from the tires. She's leaning against some random girl's hellcat, from what I can tell, Lara’s flirting with her. I observe from afar, I wish that could be me flirting back instead of cowering behind the blob of people occupying the space between us. There's a slight palpitation in my chest when she locks eyes with me through the crowd of car nerds looking under the hoods of peoples souped up cars, as if she could feel the jealous gaze on her skin. I stumble off through the crowd of baggy pants,tank tops, silver chains, and Type shi’, Finding some mystery drinks sitting on a foldable table. I sniff the cups, nose scrunched in disgust at the cheap smell of alcohol and down it in one go, Hoping to take the edge off. Lara finds her way past the frat boys,socal asians, and other car-meet goers. 

“Hey” she grins “Haven't seen you at one of these for a while, where’d a pretty thing like you go?” Though as much as i wanna give into her, and so does my body with the way my knees buckle at the nickname, I don't feel like being a victim of her games tonight. She trapped me between the table and her gaze, nowhere left to run except into her arms or over the table of booze. 

“Hellcats? That's your type now? Never thought you would be that desperate considering the fact you have lots of other great options out there.” I smirk into my second almost empty cup of liquid courage, leaving the first cup on the pavement. 

“And where are these other options, honey?” She chuckles, “I mean basically everyone here is a copy of each other”

“I'm hurt you think i'm just like everyone else” I playfully grab my heart. Megan looks over ,gives me a look and mouths what looks like “it's not worth it.” or maybe a “go for it.” I'm not sure. Lara looks back at Megan and gives her a wave before turning back to me. 

“How’ve you been? You seem pretty busy with megan. Are you guys going out or something?” She slyly says with a tint of a jealous vibe in her voice. She grips her drink at her own mention of Megan. Maybe I'm hallucinating. 

“No no, Megans always gonna be a friend to me.” I shrug it off “Why? Are you interested in her?” I inquired about her previous words. “You never struck me as the type to be into her, but no judgement.” I mumble 

“Something like that baby. Don't worry about that, Hm?” she grabs my chin to make me look her in her eyes. The slight sting of her cold rings against my warm face, Her caramel burgundy Iris’ meets mine as she strokes my cheek. 

“Lara,” I pause, debating if this was the right time for me to pour my heart and soul to a girl who most likely doesn't reciprocate it. 

“Yeah?” she tilts her head teasingly “spit it out, Honey. I don't have all night.” Her hand leaves my face as she touches her hair. I glance behind her looking at Megan, then look back at her. Was this worth the embarrassment? 

“Nevermind it's not important” I pressed my lips together into a line, the uncomfortable amount of people crowding around now overwhelming my senses.“I gotta go lara,” I pushed past her lightly, our shoulders brushing.

“Wait” She grabs my wrist, “Don't go just yet, please?” She looks at me longingly, I give her an apologetic look.

“Sorry, ill text you later” Is all i can muster out without giving into her.

I walk over to Megan who's casually chatting to Sophia, A mutual friend of Lara and Megans, “Are you ready to go or are you gonna chat with soph for a bit longer?” I question her and I lean beside Megan's car to stabilise my weak knees.

“I was about to head out with Dani, I’ll see you guys around?” Sophia gives the two of us a nod and heads off to her car. 

“How's Lara? You finally figured her out or no?” Megan begins her interrogation. “It's so painfully obvious that you both like each other, it pains my soul that you still haven't pulled up your britches m’lady and asked her out.” Megan sighs, resting her cheek on my shoulder as we people watch.

“You make it sound so easy, when it's literally lara. Like she's so awesome and cool with her fashion. I don't know if I wanna be her or if I wanna aggressively make out with her or something.” I sigh, resting my hands in my hair. 

“Look, I'm gonna get sophia to set you up on a blind date.” She suddenly stands up and grabs my face “I'm sick and tired of you complaining that you don't have the balls to ask Lara out, So, to get over her, you're gonna go on this date and forget about Lara.” Megan proclaims loudly, making people nearby turn heads. 

I sigh, “okay” i say defeatedly “I’ll do it under one condition,” “And that is…?” she drags out the “s” 

“I get to borrow your bike” I look at her with the brightest puppy eyes I could muster up with the energy i had left. 

“No, Y/N. That is my baby you know that” “Then i'm not going on this date” She considers it, I cross my fingers “Please megan, i promise i won't crash it”

“Fine, but if there is a single scratch on that bike, You're paying for it” Megan threatens me, Knowing the amount of money in my spendings account can't afford to pay for a pizza, let alone a sport bike repair. Megan's phone vibrates on the hood of the car, “perfect timing, sophia already found a date for you” She jumps excitedly “Do I get to know anything about her?” I try to take a glance at her phone screen.

“Ah ah ah” she shakes her finger in my face taunting me “it's a blind date for a reason, Are you free sunday?”

“I think so” I check my calendar, “I should probably go shopping right?” 

“Yeah i think you only own like two dress shirts” Megan giggles, “Sophia is gonna book a moderately nice dinner spot for the two of you.”

 While yes I'm ready to move on from these unrequited feelings for Lara, there's a part of me that wants to hold onto her and not let go. I tried to busy myself with hanging out with Megan and picking up clothes for the date on sunday. 

“I never thought i would actually shop till i dropped, Meiyok.” I groan as I flop onto her bed, She cackles.

“Well I never thought you would actually willingly go shopping with me, so might as well take advantage of this moment.” She pushes me over and sits beside me. “You might wanna get dressed for your date, My bike keys are on my desk.” She drags me up by my arms.

“I don't know what to wear.” I sigh looking at the bags of clothes “there's too many options” I groan, already feeling the decision fatigue settling in. 

“I gotta go, dude. I don't know what to tell you but you gotta figure it out.” She sighs before leaving the apartment. I groan before getting up and begin by taking a shower.

Next thing I know is that I am panicking, rushing out of Megan's apartment, fumbling her Yamaha bike keys as I rush to put on my helmet. I race down the streets of L.A to the restaurant, The nerves start to get to me as the realisation that i'm going on a date starts to set in as i walk into the restaurant. The Hostess asks me for my reservation and then proceeds to walk me to the table. My jaw becomes slack as I sit across from Lara, wearing a dark tank top and what seems like a leather skirt and leather jacket combo. damn it Megan. She looks absolutely divine, something that I would see in a dream but this is real life. 

“Hey” she giggles “Tricked into a blind date, huh?”

“Yeah,” I nervously laughed as I adjusted in my seat, “I didn't think I would be in this position today but here we are.”

“And why is that? Are you hoping for someone else?” She looks mildly hurt at my words which makes me wanna melt into a puddle of goop and cry. 

“Something like that i guess, i planned on going on this date to get over my feelings for you.” My voice decrescendos over the course of my sentence, gradually getting quieter. “I mean i didn't think you would be into me, considering that you are, well, Lara Raj.” I feel my cheeks grow a deep raspberry colour, I fidget with my rings as I let my words resonate.

“Oh” She pauses, I glance up from my hands. “To be honest, every time you talked to Megan, I only wished it could be me that you would talk to like that. Before you told me you were only friends” She chuckles and strokes her forehead. We connect eyes, exchanging looks of embarrassment. 

“Oh” It clicks in my mind that she has feelings for me too. “So I was being stupid this whole time. I thought you were just, i dunno” I shrug “I guess playing with my feelings? Which now feels pretty stupid considering the fact that you basically call me every pet name under the sun.” I internally slap myself upside the head, knowing that Megan would do the same. “Oh my god i feel like an idiot” I groan.

“Jesus i thought i wasn't obvious enough,” She runs a hand through her hair “I was just flirting with those girls to get your attention, hoping that maybe you would work up the courage to ask me out.” She pauses for a small chuckle “But I mean I guess our own friends were just so tired of our bullshit that they had to do it themselves.”

-

The rest of the date actually went as well as one could hope, we shared some funny moments about our friends, talked about our interests, and actually got to know each other. I walk her to her car, Her BMW E39.

“Wanna take a spin?” She asks expectantly “i'm a great driver don't worry.”

“When you say you are a good driver, it makes me think you're not a good driver” I imagine being in a confined space with her, and only her. It makes my body feel hot and my palms sweaty. “I do have Megan’s bike, But if you let me drive it to her apartment, can we go for a ride afterwards?” I offered an alternative, hoping she didn't have somewhere to be after this. 

“I'm down, send me her address and i'll race you there.” She kisses my cheek “I'll see you there, Hun” I stand stunned at the feeling of her lips on my face. It makes me wonder what it would feel like for her lips to be else whe– “You gonna get on your bike or not?” She laughs under her breath at my reaction

“Oh r-right” I open my phone and send her to Megan's apartment “I’ll meet you there” I pull on my helmet and ride out of the restaurant parking lot.

-

I race to the garage of Megan's apartment complex and hastily park the bike, Like Lara would for some reason change her mind and drive off. I slip the keys into my pocket and run out to the entrance of the complex where she's waiting. Leaning against the hood, fiddling with the keys as she waits. “Ready to go?” She opens the passenger door to her car as I get closer to her. I nod and slip into the seat. She closes the door and giddily runs over to the driver side door. 

“Are you that excited to drive me around?” I tease as she closes her door.

“I'm very excited to drive a pretty thing like you around.” She emphasises the very in her sentence with a tone that makes inappropriate thoughts pop into my head. I clear my throat to mask my now very hot face. I buckle my seatbelt, So does she, (SAFETY FIRST, FREAKYNESS LATER) and we set off down the roads of L.A. Laughing and chatting like before, As she stops at an empty grocery store parking lot and we step out of her car. She pulls out blankets from the trunk, lays one out on the hood and sits on top of it. “Come sit” She pats the spot next to her. I cuddle up next to her, our shoulders and thighs touching, she then rolls out the second blanket over our laps. I rest my head on her shoulder, our pinkies touching, I hesitate to ask to hold her hand in mine, But i don't need to. She interlocks our fingers, her thumb the upside of my palm.

“Thank you for tonight, Lara.” I say softly, “I haven't been on a date this good in a while” I chuckle at my past misfortunes with dating.

“No need to thank me, Y/n” I look up at her “I’ve dreamt about a date with you for a very long time, i think this was way better than anything that my brain came up with.” She laughs to herself. When our eyes regain eye contact is when I realise how close our faces had become, I notice every ring in her iris, her moles, her smile lines, and everything about her is just perfect to me. She glances down at my lips before leaning in closer, “Is it okay if I kiss you?” She tucks my hair behind my ear.

“Mhm” is all that can come out of my mouth before we collide. The whole world fades into the background and all I can focus on is her, the way her hand is holding my face, The way she smells like coconut and vanilla, the way she tastes like chapstick and the fading flavour of the coca cola she had during dinner. My hand slips to her waist, trying to hold her closer,for longer, in a need to keep this kiss everlasting. We break to nourish our lungs of needed oxygen, before greedily connecting our lips again. Her hands roam my body freely, grasping for anything to hold onto. “W-wait” I speak against her lips, she backs up. “Lets get inside the car, i dont really want people to see us making out” I hop off the hood and help her roll up the blankets before getting into the car. I climb over the middle console onto her lap, “you don't know how badly i want you, Lara” I moan as i kiss her jawline, making my way down her neck, then her collarbone.

“Then show me, Hun” she says slyly.

A/n PART TWO IS OUT

Thanks to @haoruei for proof reading this lol 🙏