#just noticed i said sorry like 40 times omg

[sierrale8ne]

40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER FIFTEEN

thought i’d be lying if i said ‘i didn’t want you to myself.’ when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that it’s mine, i…

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warnings sexual innuendos, yall are getting edged one last time 🙂‍↔️

kalena speakss 🪽! it’s finally here, everyone say thank you to sza cs without her album this wasn’t getting done. one more chapter after this one, i can’t believe it mannnnn 🥹

July 2025 — San Diego, California 

My hands are sweating more than they have ever before. I sit in silence in the driver's seat of my jeep, the car parked in the driveway. It’s a beautiful house. Costal, and fucking huge. There’s a four car garage and a driveway so big you could probably park two more cars next to mine. 

This car ride was definitely eye opening to say the least. In no world would you ever catch me driving more than 30 minutes let alone two hours to see another woman. 

I’d only ever do it for Maraye.

She’s heaven sent, just a completely unbelievable human being, and the second she sent that address I was in that car faster than I could blink.

It was always going to be her.

The sound of my foot bouncing on the car floor echos off the walls and I take that as the cue to go inside, I’ve been sitting here forever. I turn off my engine, sticking the keys in the pocket of my shorts before taking a deep breath. 

My feet feel heavy as they drag towards the wooden steps. Cedar fills my nose and calms me down, just enough.

The door swings open before I can even touch the handle.

I’m not sure if I should be pissed that Maraye looks so happy or, well, happy for her. She’s glowing, skin tanner than when I last saw her. Her curls look perfect, shiny and bouncy, perfectly framing her face. She got on these striped shorts that leave too much for my imagination and a USC Trojans cropped shirt. (Remind me to burn that.)

“You didn’t show up.”

I’m instantly taken aback by the immediate comment. My eyebrows furrow and I blink back my confusion.

“I—Huh?”

“My show. I wanted you there and you didn’t come.” She elaborates, crossing her arms over her chest and suddenly I’m losing focus and staring right there. 

I can’t help the laugh that escapes my throat, a smile spreads across my face. “That’s what you wanna talk to me ‘bout? Really?”

Maraye frowns, adjusting her position on her foot. I know she’s trying to look upset, and she probably is, but that fucking pout of her lips is the cutest thing I think I’ve ever seen.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” I admit. “But y’know we should prolly talk about something else.” My eyes squint as I look over her body. Just briefly I notice a crack in her demeanor. The sternness of her eyes slips and her lip just barely quivers. It’s like she just now realized that me being here meant talking about it.

We have to. I don’t think I’d be able to go to Indiana, knowing that she’s in the stands without knowing if she hates my guts or not.

Raye sighs, but it comes off more as a deep breath. Her arms drop to her sides and she moves from the doorway, giving just enough room for me to step inside.

She doesn’t say a word, just walking into the house like there’s nothing more to say. But I follow her anyway, looking like a lost puppy and staring at her so hard I damn near forget to lock the door.

This house is way bigger than I thought it would be, I swear I walked past a game room and a gym within three seconds of one another. It has an older style, hardwood floors and cream carpets. The lighting is dim and aside from the natural light that comes from the windows, the chandeliers from the ceiling illuminate the room with a yellow light.

After what feels like hours of walking, she stops, opening another door and revealing the balcony.

“Your grandma had nice taste. This place is crazy.” I comment, looking slightly shocked. I knew the places in San Diego were nice but goddamn. 

Raye lets out a breathy laugh, approaching the outdoor seating area. It’s dark, but the fireplace that glows bright orange and yellow is more than enough for her to see me and for me to see her. She sits down without a word and I do too, right next to her on the off-white colored couch.

I can feel the warmth that radiates off her body, almost hotter than the fire itself. She crosses her legs under her as she sits and the movement of her thighs sends me into orbit. 

“I’m not gonna say anything.” She speaks up, looking at me with her tongue trailing over her bottom lip.

I look at her incredulously. “Really? You ain’t gonna say shit?”

Maraye nods slowly. “Last time I saw you, I didn’t let you talk. So I’m lettin’ you talk now, you have the floor.” She gestures to the space in front of us. “I promise.”

“You swear?”

She makes a big show of zipping her lips and tossing the imaginary key behind her and it’s things like that, that make me crazy over her. The theatrics and the laughs, she’s so unapologetically herself around me all the time, even when I piss her off and she wants to put my head on a platter.

“I swear.” She smiles, turning her full attention to me.

I clear my throat, suddenly feeling the pressure of this whole situation on my shoulder again. She’s the only person in the world that without fail makes my head empty. Raye looks at me, and within seconds I’ve lost everything that I’ve been practicing on saying in the car.

“Um. Fuck,” I sigh, shaking my head. “Ion even have a fuckin’ excuse for you. I jus’— I fucked up. Drank too much, saw her, I thought you were with Julian, and I made a big mistake, Raye.”

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Hearing Paige say all that, made my throat tighten and my chest get all heavy all over again, the same way it did when I found out everything two weeks ago.

She can’t even look at me as she speaks, and that alone lets me know she’s telling the truth. That she feels bad, maybe even worse than what she says.

“You got every right to be mad at me.” She admits, she takes a breath with every few words. It’s like she’s having a shortcoming just by trying to apologize. 

A small part of me is happy to see her all stressed out like this, as if I think she deserves it. But I also fucking hate watching her struggle to get her words together. Normally she’s so confident, it’s the first time I think I’ve ever seen her so unsure of herself.

“I’m so sorry for everything. I always told you that you have a right to be upset or get emotional about things that people say, ‘cause you’re always thinkin’ you don’t get that luxury when you do.” Paige plays with her hands and it’s then when I notice the silver band on her pinky finger. “But as soon as you got mad at me, I told you that you don’t have a right to be mad.”

I nod, remembering it all. The downside of remembering everything is that I had to relive every word that she said to me that day when I woke up and when I went to bed and even in my sleep. 

“Paige it’s—”

“Nah, you said I have the floor, right? Swore you weren’t gon’ say shit.” She points at me with one finger, her other pointer finger over her lips. Very obviously telling me to shut up, and I do. 

I can’t help but smile at her. I think even now, with her hair in that messy ass bun and the purple star patch on her chin, she’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. 

“You got every right in the world to be mad at me, because what I did to you was unforgivable.” Paige finally looks up at me and I think I’m about to drown in those eyes. “I made you cry, Raye. I’d never seen you cry before and I’m never gonna forget that shit. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

I sniffle a little at her words. Hearing it from her lips while she looks at me is completely different from over the phone. 

I’m actually very glad that I waited this long, because the silence on my end completely aids in making sure I listen. Like actually listening, I’m not thinking of a rebuttal, or a way to defend myself, I’m just listening. Taking it all in.

Paige runs a hand over her chin. I know that action. She does it whenever she’s frustrated, or thinking, I don’t think she’s ever done it before with me; other than when she’s trying to get in my pants. But she does it all the time in her postgame interviews.

“I can’t go this long without speakin’ to you, Raye. You just… you’re so much different than anyone I’ve ever met. You’re fuckin’ special and— I wanna try this. Us.”

It’s certain, the most certain I’ve heard Paige be since she sat down. “If y’ont want that it’s fine too. We can be friends, or even fuckin’ acquaintances, I just— I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You left your mark, permanently.”

My breath hitches. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. She doesn’t even stutter when she says that, and it brings tears to my waterline. I already know I’m falling for every word she says. 

I do it because she looks at me like I’ve hung the moon and the stars. Her body is even closer to mine than it was before, I can see every single shift in the blue of her eyes, every ridge of her face, I can point each brown eyelash on her eyes. I’d fall for any and everything she said if it meant I had her here. Close like this.

“You uh, you told me that I don’t know you. And I think you’re wrong.” It takes me aback briefly. I wasn’t expecting it from her, especially not right now. “I know what makes you smile, how to make you laugh, how to get on your nerves.”

I roll my eyes at Paige instantly. So hard that they were probably a few millimeters away from getting stuck in the back of my head.

She laughs, that full, high pitched laugh that I’ve missed so fucking bad. “I mean you got a point. Ion know where your parents are from or your favorite show or how you like your coffee. Or if you even like coffee. Do you? I’m getting distracted.

“—I do like coffee—” I butted in briefly, any attempt to ease her obvious growing anxiety.

“—But I know enough to know that I want you and only you. You’re it for me, Raye. And I swear to God I’ll do right by you if you give me a chance. Teach me how to be your person and I’ll teach you.”

Paige sighs and I let a similar one slip from my lips too.

“Jus’ please. I’m sorry.”

My heart feels heavy with everything she’s just said to me. I know I should forgive her, every bone in my body wants me too. 

Then there’s that small part of me that doubts her just a bit. It’s the same part that creates an image of her and that girl almost everyday, the same part that doesn’t allow me to give people second chances. 

I don’t even notice the tear that slipped until I’m dropping my head in my hands and I feel it. My palms run across the expanse of my face. “I can talk now?” I tease.

“Yeah, ma. You can.” Paige shakes her head in pure amusement, not even trying to fight off the grin on her face.

“It’s so hard to stay mad at you when you say shit like that.” I groan. “Ion give people second chances, Paige. Y’know that.”

“Technically, you didn’t give me a real first chance ‘cause you had a boyfriend.” She says pointedly, bobbing her hands as if she’s trying to convince me of my options. “Can you forgive me?”

“I don’t know.”

“You wan’ me to get on my knees? I’ll do it, I’ll beg.”

I’m laughing but Paige is completely serious, slipping off the cushion and looking at me expectantly.

“Y’ont have t—”

But she’s already doing it, sinking to her knees below the couch and looking up at me with that damn pout of hers. “—Please, Raye. Gimme another chance, angel. I’ll do anything. Please?”

There’s no one here but me and her, yet the sight of her on her knees is enough to make me burst out in that kind of embarrassed laughter. “Can you get up?” I grit through my teeth.

“Girl, I’m on my knees!” Paige sings horrendously, and I roll my eyes again at her song reference. No way this girl thought she was gonna sing some Lloyd to convince me.

“Shut up and stand up, Madison.” I say again, attempting to pull her up by her biceps that have definitely gotten bigger in these last few weeks.

“Answer me first.”

“Yes, yes okay. I forgive you, just get up!” I giggle, covering my eyes with my palm until I feel the cushion dip beside me. “Oh my God, you’re not real.” I mumble, finally dropping my hand to see how proud she is of herself. 

“C’mere.” She instructs with a smile, opening her arms and I waist maybe a second of time before I’m turning and wrapping my arms around her neck.

Her shampoo wafts through the night air and straight to my nose, the cool zipper of her grey tech jacket against my stomach makes me jump a little bit, but she holds me there, tight to her body with her head in my neck.

“I fuckin’ missed you, dude.” Paige inhales. Only she could go from being sappy to calling me dude all in the same breath. It’s so uniquely Paige.

“I missed you too.” I sigh, breathing in her scent again.

I don’t think I want to let go. Because she’s here, hugging me like I could run away at any fucking minute, running her thumb over the open space on my back that my crop top is giving her. 

I pull back to gaze at her. That look she used to give me all the time before we even started anything, it’s there. A slight lift of the apples of her cheeks and her pupils dilated like I swore they did back then. Only this time I don’t have to think it, I know it. I see it.

I trail my hands to her cheeks, my thumb over her bottom lip. And then suddenly I’m licking mine and leaning into her.

Except Paige pulls back before we get the chance to touch.

“You don’t wanna kiss me? Really?”

She chuckles, “no I do, trust me. I really really want to. But if I kiss you, I’m gonna wanna do so much more.”

“Oh so know y’ont wanna fuck me? Paige—”

“Damn, shout it from the rooftops then!” Her eyebrows furrow at my sudden vulgarity and she leans towards me more. “Trust, I wanna do a lot of that. I just wanna take you on a date more.” Paige smiles and she looks awfully proud of herself for the cute suggestion.

It is cute. The way her cheeks flush in nervousness. I let the blonde pull me into her lap fully, adjusting me perfectly on her lap. Her hands run distractingly on my thighs, so much so that I almost forget to respond to her.

“Can I take you out on a date?”

I nod almost in a trance.

“You wanna use your words, ma?”

“Uh huh.”

“You do? Y’wanna say yeah?” She’s teasing me, and finding amusement in it too.

“Yes. You can take me out.” I blink, slapping a hand against her shoulder, and then again when I hear that god awful cackle escape her. “You’re so annoying.”

Paige licks her lips, not taking a single second to look away from me as I loll my head down to face her. “Tomorrow night, after the three point? You are still goin’ to Indy, right?”

“I am. That sounds perfect, Paige.” I grin, leaning over to ghost my lips across her cheek.

I can’t help but do it again. Her skin is so soft and warm, a near perfect spot for my lips to meet over and over again until Paige is humming and tossing her head back in an attempt to keep a respectful distance. It’s cute that she doesn’t trust herself this much. Even cuter that I’m doing practically nothing and she’s falling victim to me.

“Ion know if you got the memo, but this is st—ill kissing.” She groans, pushing at my hips.

I grip her chin in my hand, pulling back just enough to turn her head in the other direction and place kisses there. “Mmm no s’not. Our lips ain’t even close.”

And I continue this for a while, my lips on her cheeks, her jaw, ghosting over the corner of her lips in hopes of making her give in to me like she’s done many times before in the past. Paige surprised me though, standing her ground.

When I look back, her bottom lip is wet and swollen. My guess from biting it too many times. She’s breathless, and anyone else would’ve thought I’d just made her finish right here.

“I— I need to get back home. I got a flight at four.” Paige mumbles, darting her tongue over her lips.

I frown. “Fly with me from here, then.”

“My bags are at home, ma. And aren’t you flyin’ out private?” She questions, sending a pinch to my hip.

“Yes… so? I’ll call and reroute from LAX and you can come with me.” I shrug as if it’s that simple, and it probably could be if I call the right people.

Paige smirks that infamous fucking smirk. “Ion do small planes, angel. You know this. S’cute that you wanna be with me that bad, tho.”

I cross my arms over my chest, pouting. “Please, please, please?”

—

July 2025 — Somewhere over Nevada

I need to find some kind of ground to stand on when It comes to this woman.

My hands clutch my armrests, eyes squeezed shut, and head tossed back. 

I’m not scared of heights. Before anyone starts thinking that. I’m scared of tiny ass planes and not enough people on them. It was fine when we were on the ground, but the second the flight attendants were out of view and I had to get strapped in I almost shit myself.

“Paige, you can relax.” I hear Maraye giggle from in front of me, her feet resting in my lap to attempt to ground me. It worked out a little, then she started fucking around and nudging her heel a little too close to my core and all of a sudden I was trying to distract myself from something other than the plane. “P?”

“What?”

The sound of her seat belt clinging cuts through the silence, and then her feet are leaving my body and instead I feel her; all of her. Raye grips my hands, peeling the from the arms of the chair. My eyes shoot open at the contact. 

“What the hell are you doin’? Sit down.” I tell her, slightly tripping out over this flight some more. 

She gets smart, straddling my lap and sitting on it rather than in her seat. I let out a groan because I know that any other time I’d be all over this shit. Since last night, after I told her I was holding out at least until our date, she’s made a very big show of trying to get me to fold. 

First on the drive back to LA, her hand drawing patterns on my free hand, or reaching over to play with my hair. She had perfect hands. Long, slender, fingers with a shade of deep maroon manicured on her nails. They’re fucking soft too, prefect enough to distract me while I was driving. I couldn’t help but think about how they’d feel inside me. Or circling my clit, feeling my wetness from her alone. That’s how I knew I was in so deep, when I was thinking about Raye fucking me numb just from her touching my hand.

She was talking some crazy shit too, which on any other occasion I’d be willing to handle that. But I was serious. Our relationship wasn’t going to be started on the basis of sex. I wanted to do it right. She slept In my guest bedroom because I knew If we shared a bed we wouldn’t be sleeping. Rather anything but that.

The car ride this morning was similar. Which made me realize she wasn’t doing all this just to prove a point, but because she needed me. When she told me she’d had a dream about me, told me all the details in which that dream entailed, I was about to make her wish come true and get on the floor of the passenger seat and shove my tongue so deep inside her that she saw stars. And I knew she would’ve enjoyed every minute because Raye let me know from her own mouth that she would.

Which made my brief period of celibacy nearly impossible.

She’s also not wearing clothes.

Well, she is, but not really. Her top is tiny, a sliver of fabric that barely covers her tits and shorts that ride up as soon as she gets comfortable on my lap.

“You wanna yell at me like that again?” Raye looks at me crazy, a bite of her lip and a tilt of her head that makes my entire body melt into a puddle in this seat.

“You so freaked out.” I groan, hold her hips in place. “Why the hell did I let you convince me to do this shit.” I wonder aloud trying to avoid looking out the window, noticing the obvious racing of my heart. Except I don’t know if it’s because of the plane of because of her ass pressing up on me. Her hips grinding on mine, her covered cunt dragging across the seam of my shorts.

She shrugs while trailing a finger down the obvious vein in my neck. “I dunno. You could’ve told me no.”

The slight movement pushed her tits even closer to my face and I know I’m about to either pass out or take her right here. Spread her out, rip these tiny ass pieces of fabric off her body, and drive my fingers inside her until she’s falling apart for every crew member of this plane to hear.

“Killin’ me here, ma. Move over a lil bit.” I ask, clutching a hand at her side, stilling her as much as I can and running my thumb over her ribcage. That’s where I finally see it. That damned tattoo that had me reeling on my bedroom floor last night. 

John 13:7.

I think it’s the worst time for it to be staring at me, mostly because I’m thinking some very not-so-holy thoughts. She’s testing every bit of my resolve at the moment, I was confident in my ability to hold out, but we have maybe two more hours before landing, and Maraye looks like she’s going to make me work for it the whole time.

Raye catches me staring, and she pushes a stand of hair out of her own face. “You like it?”

I nod wordlessly. Every single part of her is mesmerizing. All the ink, and then that brown of her skin is addicting. Tan lines peeking out of that tube top and up out of the waistband of her shorts.

I dig into my own shorts, pulling my phone out of my pocket before flipping the screen towards her. The same bible quote on my lock screen almost as if it was fate.

She smiles, pressing her hands to my shoulder and laughing breathily. “We're just on the same wavelength, huh?” Raye asks, I’m about to answer when she presses down harder on my lap, testing every single bit of self control I have left with just one simple movement.

“Mmhmm. Same shit, baby.”

[mellowwillowy]

WOWOW OMG WAIT. ur into dol too!!!

what do you think ur ocs are like in a dol like setting? like uhmm their stats and stuff yk like averys rage and like an example maybe blue would have a stat for anger

how do u think they will interact w the other canon love interests too??? would yulian hate dr. harper because harpers drugs might not go very well w the mind altering drugs he gives his darling????

AAAA I LOVE THE POSSIBILITIES SORRY

- bub anon 🫧‼️

Warning: suicide, physical and mental abuse

Yulian

Yulian's love stat will be maxed out immediately the moment you trigger a meeting with him! It will never go down even if you piss him off so many times BUT I'll have to add a new stat for him, let's name it 'Control' ...?

If you annoy him by doing something dumb or anything that causes harm to yourself, the stat will go up~~

Control 20 - Yulian thinks you are indifferent.

Control 40 - Yulian thinks you are wild.

Control 60 - Yulian thinks you are too wild.

Control 80 - Yulian thinks you are a brat.

Control 100 - Yulian thinks you should be caged.

Take him like Avery, always giving you money but he ends up buying you off from Bailey if the Control stat reaches 100. Starting from here, you'll only have 2 choices.

To get the 'Stockholm Syndrome: Yulian' achievement or always tries to escape. You can escape only if your physical and skulduggery levels are high. That said, you'll have to live undercover in the town and always get the 'You feel like someone is following you.' warning.

(You are not safe in the forest too because he also has his men guard the whole place)

If you get the stockholm syndrome achievement, you'll be wed to him and live a happily ever after life <3

"This way you will not do anything foolish that could cause harm to you anymore dear."

Blue

In order to trigger a meeting with him, you'll have to visit the club with the trauma, stress stats reaching 75 and the fatigue stat being at least 1200, and control being at least at the state 'You are worried'.

With this stat, you will be able to get the option to dress as someone else or not. Should you choose to dress as usual, Blue will not appear in the club with his friends.

Then, the alcohol/drug stat reaches at least 70.

You will then be notified of the option to approach this good-looking person and flirt with them.

Blue will first dismiss you but if you keep on bothering him, he will drag you to the bar inside, having a chat with you there. Blue will notice how some of your appearances feel artificial, as though you are trying to hide your face or identity from the public. From this choice itself, you have already triggered the ability to make Blue feels interested in you. (If he isn't, you can't increase the love stat at all)

You can increase the +Love stats by listening to him rambling, being sympathetic, and joining him along by talking shit about the people.

Unfortunately, you won't remember how he previously looked after the day changes due to the alcohol/drug state you were in. You didn't get to ask for his numbers and name as well but he will soon be spawned into your class, introduced as the student who just came back from 'vacation'.

Although you will not recognize him as the person you were talking to in the club, he will not mention anything about it. Despite how different you look from your initial appearance, he will still be able to recognize you.

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Blue. Please take good care of me, yeah?"

Blue's Love stat is also maxed out immediately after you manage to capture his heart on the first meeting. Although it can go down, he will not end his relationship with you.

Eleanor

In order to trigger his appearance, you'll have to have Trauma, Stress, Fatigue, Control HIGH (90), and consume hallucinogens/drugs. (Yes I'm not joking.)

It is impossible to turn him into a love interest and he will have these rage stats just like Avery ^^

"You see someone who mirrors your appearance. Is she/he your twin?"

(Casually spills lore)

He will mostly appear in your room, taking care of you, or in the forest looking for valuable items.

There will be +Love and +Rage in his system. Should you enrage him too much, he will turn violent on you, increasing your Pain stats.

Should your trauma, stress, fatigue, and control stat be maxed out, you will find yourself drifting away from your sleep after overdosing on sleeping pills and straying into the unknown world, giving you a bad ending.

If you somehow manage to befriend/date Blue or Lemon beforehand, the possibility of you coming back will be 1 and Eleanor will never appear anymore.

Eleanor's dismissal events are:

Trauma, stress, fatigue, and control below average and to stop consuming hallucinogens/drugs if you are addicted to them.

To be saved by Blue or Lemon and wake up on the hospital's bed after ??? Times have passed.

Seth

There are actually two ways to trigger a meeting with him but since we are talking about DOL... I'll just take the latter.

Due to one thing and another, Seth has to be aged up since he is originally younger than Darling by two years. PC's age is canonically 18 so- (unless Darling is somehow above 20 then he'll stay true to his age)

You can meet him in the Arcade and initiate an offer to fight against him in a game. Starting then, you can always find him there on Wednesday and Friday playing from the time school has ended until 6 PM.

Once the Love stat has reached over 40 or above, he will sometimes offer you to play with him in a multiplayer game (maybe like Metal Slug), and when it reaches 70 or above, he will ask you if you want to play in his place.

Just pure Vanilla bun... I can't write anything about the transmigration because it's DOL.

(Ps: he's not a sulky player like Robin wheeze)

Relationship

Yulian, Eleanor, and Blue wouldn't even let you go any closer to Harper and all the shady bitches in the town.

Blue will always ensure you are free from that perverted ass Leighton.

Yulian will somehow ask for Bailey's assistance in capturing you.

Eleanor is always present in the asylum should you be sent there.

Yulian also has his hands on Quinn's dirt.

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

For the anon that asked about how to meet Axl, it’s definitely about luck, right place / right time, and the right concert venue.

I’ve only seen them 3 times as of right now, and with the venues I saw them at, we couldn’t find the tour buses :( but if you can spot the buses and it’s easy to stand nearby them, then you have a 50/50 chance if he comes out and signs stuff.

there’s this big facebook group for Gnr fans and a lot of them have become friends & go to a lot of the shows together. on the last tour, this small group of middle aged women frequented their shows, and eventually met axl and took photos with him by the tour buses. even a couple of years ago, a young woman went to a lot of shows, caught axl’s attention, and he invited her backstage. she posted about it on facebook before being taking it down for hate comments :/

Buttt, if you look hot, look like you’re having fun (also helps being in your 20s in a sea of 40-60 year olds in the front row because you’re having the time of ur life) you will definitely be noticed. In 2021, my friend and I saw them twice back to back. my dumbass was so excited I waved at Axl at both shows, and he waved back. On the second show he pointed at me, waved, and said “You were at the other show, right?” I gave him a thumbs up and he smiled and pointed at me. I damn near died… especially because after the show, one of the security people told me they wanted to put my face on the jumbo screen, but they confused me with someone else & wasn’t sure who he pointed at— I literally said “wtf” and was sad the ride home.

maybe it was because it was during covid and we were the only ones wearing a mask, but I also wore cute outfits that were kinda revealing.. so idk if that did anything tbh. I know it definitely did with richard fortus and I didn’t realize until my friend pointed out that he was staring at me— but he’s married so obviously I didn’t care lmaooo. I personally think Axl is single or might have a fwb / open relationship situation since he invited a girl backstage at the 2021 tour. So honestly, screw it, anything is possible.

This is so long and I’m sorry lol, but I figured It can help someone. Just have fun, look hot (not just for the show but because life’s short) and manifest it, babes ✨

Omg, thank you so much for sharing this!! Very insightful 💗

[seerofmike]

Mike's Media Medley; September and October 2024

so it turns out having 3 jobs and being a part time student means i dont wanna do anything ever so this will be kind of a lightning round in which i just state some brief thoughts and give a score on all the things i experienced for the very first time in september and october 2024.

Movies (2024 releases): Blink Twice, My Old Ass, Transformers One, Saturday Night, The Wild Robot

Movies (non-2024 releases): Rear Window (1954), In The Heat of the Night (1967), Tár (2022)

Video games: Touhou Mystia's Izakaya (2021), Cult of the Lamb (2022), Sonic x Shadow Generations, Balatro, and Mouthwashing (2024)

Blink Twice

this is zoe kravitz's directorial debut and im gonna be honest this kind of slayed. i saw some people complain about how long the build up goes but i think the build up makes the twist work even better. speaking of the twist PLEASE take the warning at the beginning of the movie very seriously.

really enjoyed it and might watch it a second time to see if i can pick up new details but i think seeing it two times will exhaust its appeal to me, i think that's like the max i can enjoy it. really good movie but it hinges on the twist.

btw the title card popping up EXTREMELY briefly during a camera flash? 10/10 no notes

77.5/100

In The Heat of the Night (1967)

i think this movie is like, Fine. definitely a solid movie with good performances. i think the cultural context it was made in elevates it and i understand how BOLD this movie would've been back in the 60s (especially when sidney poitier slaps a white man) but as far as like. police procedurals/mystery solving etc goes its not my favorite but that's not necessarily the point.

decent watch, made better with the cultural context of its time

65/100

My Old Ass

this movie was ALRIGHT and i barely remember anything about it. i didn't hate it i don't think. i didn't love it. i think only one moment made me truly laugh and i can't even remember what that moment was.

40/100 on the basis of me liking it i.e it didnt piss me off like some other movies ive watched but maybe the score should be lower because i dont remember a thing about it idk

Rear Window (1954)

i meant to watch this in theaters for its 70th anniversary but i had to work both days it was showing so i rented it from my local library. this is my first hitchcock film and i thought it was REALLY good, definitely way better than i was expecting based on plot synopsis alone but that just shows i was a fool sorry for doubting alfred hitchcock

that being said watching old movies rly makes you notice how many young women get paired up with men twice their age and its narsty and i wanted the mc to die for most of the movie. im only half kidding. didn't care so much for the personal drama side between crusty ass man and his girl tbh

incredibly good suspense. might watch it again but idk if i would like it as much on repeat viewings

80/100

Saturday Night

i couldnt understand a word anyone was saying in this movie because of weird sound mixing and how intrusive the music was especially at the beginning which feels rly uh bad considering how talky this movie is.

wish i could give it a higher score but alas i didnt hear 75% of the plot or jokes which SUCKS because I AM RACHEL SENNOTTS BIGGEST SHOOTERRRRRR

40/100

Tár (2022)

i was kinda bored by this. i got the point i just got bored. i dont rly remember much except thinking it was incredibly funny she got punished by the narrative into orchestrating video game concerts

technically very well made and cate is obviously putting her pussy into this it was just not for me.

45/100

Transformers One

now this is what im fucking talking about

i didnt think i remembered much about transformers but i watched this w my mom and the whole time we were going omg starscream omg soundwave omg i am optimus prime yassssss

choreography is fucking epic. jokes landed for me 75% of the time. but the obvious highlights are the character development and backstories for optimus and megatron. this movie was epic and you should watch it for free on your favorite pirate website because fuck paramount lives and SHOUT OUT TO BRIAN TYREE HENRY OF LEMON FAME WHO HASNT MISSED YET IM GONNA WATCH ATLANTA ONE DAY KING I PROMISE

85/100

The Wild Robot

gorgeous movie. lupita fucking killed it. cried at the end. dont think i would rewatch it much but i greatly enjoyed it. no notes go watch it

85/100

viddy games

Balatro (2024)

girl help

Cult of the Lamb (2022)

ADORABLE art style, lots of mechanics but not necessarily very in depth. the perks just feel kinda eh but i love the aesthetic and the music. also usually not big on things with religious themes but i let this one slide cuz its a cult doing. bad cult things LOL. also i love my little guys

Mouthwashing (2024)

theres literally so much i want to say about mouthwashing but what can i say that hasnt been said already...ill save it for my end of the year review because it is DEFINITELY making my top 7 unless these final 6ish weeks of the year are full of fucking bangers

Sonic x Shadow Generations (2024)

ok so i never played the og sonic generations much, i rented it on redbox once and my brother rented batman arkham city at the same time and we had one xbox so i barely played that thing before we had to return it becuz his stupid ass hogged it all weekend and im not bitter about this still at ALLLLLLLL but god i fucking love shadow the hedgehog so much hes truly the little guy ever

Touhou Mystia's Izayaka (2022)

so i haven't sunk a WHOLE lot of hours into this game because i keep getting distracted by other things but i think its VERY cute and chill and pretty fun and i might be tempted into the touhou project dark side maybe

[abitofafreudmoment]

HELLO IRL FRIEND OF NICO

i have noticed that you are into discworld and would like to hear more about it bc i am interested in reading it but am incapable of getting into anything unless it's been hyped up to me enough and you seem like you'd be willing to ramble lovingly about this series so uhh. favorite characters? what's it about? themes? fun tidbits?

(no pressure though and sorry if this is a weird way to introduce myself hi im luce)

lol no worries Luce! yes I'm very happy to ramble for you. (post-writing here, this is so all over the place sorry for like not sticking to one area but hey it's defos a loving ramble - kinda just talked about vague stuff, but I can 100% go into specifics).

So. . . where do I begin?

40 books in the series, he wrote right up until his death. NOT a continuous plotline through all 40. In fact, I recommend not starting with the first one (two actually)as it's not spectacular (that being said, it is still worth reading once you're in the series, good for the overall worldbuilding if memory serves). below is a sorta ok guide to how they connect - I have my issues with it but it's the best I've found.

I wouldn't recommend starting with Sourcery, but that's cuz Rincewind isn't my favorite character - I'd start with either equal rites or Lords and Ladies or Mort or The Truth or The Fifth Elephant or just wherever really as long as it isn't the Colour of Magic or the Light Fantastic.

A few crucial ordering things - READ THUD AND SNUFF (and ig Making Money and Going Postal) BEFORE RAISING STEAM. READ THIEF OF TIME BEFORE NIGHT WATCH. Those are the really imperative ones that you gotta order right, generally do it vaguely chronologically and yeah. Have at it.

The Hedgehog Song - this is a tidbit that shows up a lot in the Witches books as a very rude song that Nanny Ogg sings, BUT WE NEVER GET THE WORDS and I so want them.

Because it was written over 32 years, there are so many characters that just like slowly worm their way into it and I love watching a character turn from like a single footnote into a fully-fledged, important-to-the-plot character (I'm looking at YOU, Cassanunda)

SPEAKING OF FOOTNOTES OMG the books are riddled with them and. . . chef's kiss they add So Much to the series. They're so funny.

Pratchett is actually just like so funny as an author in general, but wittily so. Not saying he does pure comedy - he doesn't. Many a time have I cried over a Pratchett book. He's also great at taking stuff and . . . twisting it ig into something brilliantly new - Take, for instance, Maskerade, which is the Phantom of the Opera but Pratchettifyed (New word! yay! I'll be using it a lot I'm sure.). or like just what he does with Fairy Tales in general (Witches Abroad, Lords and Ladies sorta)

Also his MAGIC omg - soft magic system done right. I also love like the different approaches to magic that the witches and wizard have to it. Also how like the Creatures from the Dungeon Dimensions get [spoilers removed]

The gods man. Love them. They exist, they feed off of raw belief (Small Gods' premise is that people start believing in the institution formed around a god as opposed to the god itself and then that god like almost dies cuz no-one believes in him. (surprise surprise it's a commentary on the Church)) and they play games with the lives of men (the Last Hero). Love Granny Weatherwax's opinion on them which goes smthn like this: "No use believin' in 'em, it only serves to encourage 'em." <-- As a concept belief is not simply tied to the gods either. He does a lot of stuff about how what people believe to be true can affect how they perceive things around them.

THE FOOLS. Pratchett understood the tragedy of clowns and as such his fools are so insanely sad - the Fools' Guild is the least happy of all the guilds. I love them so much

Speaking of guilds: the Guild of Thieves. is a legit guild set up by Vetenarii to do crime to the socially acceptable level and no higher - I'm doing a bad job explaining it but it's ingenious.

Vetenarii is probably one of my favorite characters in the entire series. He, above all else, understands how humans work and he uses that skill to get people to do what he wants.

Pratchett does not pull the punches when it comes to messaging and such - very anti-war, anti-racism, anti-sexism etc. Also love what he does with People and how they can/can't be controlled (The human condition as a whole ig) - one of my fav quotes from the series is Vimes saying "They're scared. You can't expect much from people when they're scared."

My personal fav book is Monstrous Regiment, which is relatively standalone. Very good. Very "horrors of war"-y with a touch of the classic [redacted due to spoilers].

I could go on, but this post is getting very long so if I do continue I'll do it in another post.

TL;DR: Pratchett = FUCKING BRILLIANT

[regulus-blacks-lover]

Hiiiii Can I have 4,37, 40 with Sirius Black please? Maybe some reverse comfort? Or not that's fine too! Thank you!!!!

4 “stay here.” 37 “going home isn’t an option anymore.” 40 “i’ll keep you safe.”

Omg this was so fun and sad and comforting to write. I am always so soft for Sirius and LOVE reverse comfort. @wolfmoonmusic I hope you enjoy! <3

Words: 1,330

Warnings: Angst, some light swearing maybe? Not proofread.

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"I'm sorry to show up like this, I just... 'm sorry. Home wasn't an option, not anymore. Not safe." The raven-haired boy was soaked to the bone- water was literally dripping off his clothes. His gaze was fixed on the ground. Standing there on your doorstep, tall, strong, confident, Sirius Black looked small. More than that, he looked scared.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky, and you both jumped. Your gaze fell to the broomstick he clutched in one hand. He'd flown here in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"Sirius–" You began, but your voice faltered, and you pulled him into a tight embrace. It was like hugging a flash flood, and your front was soaked almost instantly, but you hardly noticed. "Shit, you're freezing." You said, feeling the way his body shook with cold. "Let's get you a bath or something, yeah?"

He nodded once, allowing you to guide him inside, one arm wrapped around his waist.

"Have you eaten?" You asked. You took his broomstick and bag, setting them in the entryway of the house.

He shook his head.

"That's okay, I just had some soup for dinner, it's still on the stove. You get yourself a bowl of that, okay? And I'll go run you a bath."

He nodded, still looking at the ground.

"Sirius," You said, pausing until he looked at you. "I'm glad you're here." And with that, you hurried down the hall and into the bathroom.

You made sure the water was as hot as the tap would allow, and filled it with an assortment of your favorite soaps until a good layer of bubbles had floated to the surface.

When you returned from drawing the bath, Sirius was just finishing his bowl of soup. He'd eaten it standing, probably to avoid making a puddle at the table. A pang of guilt went through you; you wished you'd told him to sit and make himself comfortable. You didn't linger on the thought, though. Instead you took the bowl from Sirius. His fingertips were like ice as you brushed against them. You abandoned the bowl in the kitchen sink.

"Let's get you warmed up, yeah?" You extended your hand to him and he took it. You led him down the hallway and to the bathroom.

"The bath is ready for you. There's a fresh towel on the back of the door, and a pair of your old sweats by the sink. I found an old jumper that's too big for me, it should fit you." You said, and started to let go of his hand, but he didn't pull away. If anything, his hand tightened around yours slightly.

"Will you- Will you stay with me? Please?" He asked, his grey eyes finding yours. His voice was hoarse.

You nodded. "Of course."

So you followed him into the bathroom. His shaking fingers fumbled with the buttons of his jacket. You covered his hands with your own, pressing a small kiss gently into the knuckles of either hand. Then you moved to finish unbuttoning his jacket, helping him pull it off his shoulders.

Underneath, his t-shirt was plastered to his body with rain. You tugged the hem of if up over his head, letting it fall to the floor next to his jacket.

His trousers were the last to go. He shimmied them down his body. By the time all his clothes were off, he was shaking so badly you could hear his teeth chattering.

You held his hand as he stepped into the tub. He winced at the heat, but lowered himself into the water nevertheless. Once his body was submerged, he seemed to relax a bit, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the tub.

You pulled up a stool, suddenly unsure if he still wanted you there. "Do you want to talk about it?" You asked.

He shook his head. The movement gave you an idea. "Want me to wash your hair?" You asked.

A pause, then he nodded.

You set to work, selecting a bottle of shampoo and lathering it between your palms before massaging it into his scalp. He sighed at your touch. The relief in it was heavenly to your ears, and you continued to work the soap into his hair.

When you'd fully lathered, you took the showerhead and turned the water on, testing the temperature on the back of your hand before letting the water run through his hair, washing away the soap.

His eyes were closed and you took the opportunity to study his face. His sharp cheekbones were more prominent than they'd been the last time you'd seen him and he'd grown gaunt. There were purple shadows below his eyes.

You ran a finger gently across his cheek, and his eyes fluttered open to look at you. For a moment, that's all there was – just silence as he gazed up at you. You moved your hand down to his shoulder, stroking his skin lightly.

He took a deep, shuddering breath, and lifted his hands out of the water to cover his face. "I can't believe I left." He said a moment later, his voice muffled by his hands. "What am I going to do?"

You continued rubbing the side of his shoulder. "You're going to stay here, with me. It'll be okay."

When he pulled his hands away from his face, his eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot. He reached for you without speaking, returning your gesture by running his thumb across your cheek, his finger leaving a thin line of bubbles in its wake.

After soaking in the tub awhile longer, he got out and dressed in the clean clothes you'd managed to find. The jumper was only slightly too small for his lanky frame. When he was dressed, he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking uncertain.

"I'm sorry." He said. "Sorry for showing up like that, I'm sorry to need to crash here, I'm so sorry to put all of this on you, I–"

"Sirius, stop it." You said firmly. "I want you to be here. I'm glad you're here, and not out on your own, or somewhere that isn't safe for you to be." You once again extended your hand to him, and he took it.

You pulled him into your bedroom, motioning to the bed. "Get in." You said. "I'll come keep you warm in just a minute."

You thought he was going to argue, but after a small pause he simply pulled the sheets back and climbed into the bed. Immediately, he curled into himself, staring blankly at the wall. His distant expression made your blood boil. You wanted to destroy those people- his family- for causing that empty look in his eyes. But you forced yourself to stay as calm as possible, for Sirius.

You went quickly to the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil. While you waited, you washed your face and changed into your pajamas.

You returned to the bedroom a few moments later, placing a steaming cup of tea on the bedside table beside Sirius. You crossed the room and got into bed on the other side, spooning your body against Sirius as best you could. You ran your fingers through his hair and felt the rise and fall of his breathing.

A few moments passed and you asked gently, "Are you okay?"

"They'll never let me go back, even if I decide I want to." He said. "They were supposed to protect me, they were supposed to love me, they–" His speech faltered, and he didn't say anything else.

You pressed your face into the back of his shoulder. "You're safe here. You know that, right? I'll protect you now. I'm sorry they didn't. But I'm going to. I promise. You're safe with me. I love you."

You reached an arm over his body, and he took your hand in his, pressing it against his chest. "Safe." He repeated.

[crystalflygeo]

banging my fists on the table, peeling the paint off of the walls, shattering concrete… you are so real for that full dragon zhongli fic. morally dubious my cock and balls it’s hot and sexy!!! all of my knowledge on reptilian dicks comes from friends with science majors and degrees who have been victim to my monsterfucking rants. anyways…

first, science and math: functioning under the assumption that zhongli is naturally hung, at a reasonable 9 inches, we can extrapolate the size of rex lapis’ cocks based on the size and mass of the exuvia. i’ll save you all of the details but this means both of rex lapis’ cocks, according to the exuvia, sit at a healthy ☆*: 39.5inches :*☆!!! how fun!!! truly a pair of gut destroyers.

the fun stuff: his cocks have wonderful texture to them. ridges galore, even!!! physiologically it’s unreasonable, and fatal, for any human to take two nearly 40 inch dicks but how can you possibly mind when what can fit is so damn good??? two fat heavy cocks ready to serve!!! full of eggs, let him dump them in you.

LMAOOOOOO thank you!! you are right and you should say it it is hot and sexy hehehe sasdfbnjlks true friendship is ranting about your weird monsterfucking tendencies to your friends amen

that said now-

where are you getting these measurements ma'am omg

unpopular opinion (?) but I don't really like it when ppl add straight up "measurements" into smut, not only bc they tend to be wildly unrealistic (yes yes, says the person writing about dragon dick I'm aware) but also because... I just find it unsexy? lmaoooo I like to leave things up to the reader's imagination and interpretation and as someone who uses metric system idek how many is "x inches" at any given time and it just makes me want to search for a ruler //HIT

I do also love to think Zhongli is hung sure sure -w- big ehehe but 9-12 inches is not reasonable HAHAHAHA omg bye

now as for the dragon thing...

I live and breathe by the headcanon that Zhongli can shapeshift yes, and that includes the size of the Exuvia's vessel because we have, in fact, already SEEN the Exuvia in different sizes

those two dragons are most definitely NOT the same size

sorry how did the Qixing not notice? 🤣🤣🤣

this is more fuckable size, I think//hit Probs same model as the one at the rite

anyway lmaoooo why did I go so deep into this pls don't get upset or anything It's all in light fun I swear <3 but I will stand my ground that he can change size I kinda jump back and forth with different ideas about his dragon form yes yes

BUT YEAH I LIVE FOR THEM RIDGES AND TEXTURE HMMMMM massaging and pushing/pulling at your insides ehe yessss two fat heavy dragon cocks yesssssssssss eggs and lots and lots of cum <3

[fandom-panda]

Liveblog-ish Dimension 20 S1 Ep14 & 15

(time stamp of slightly after what im talking about) my thoughts/questions/reactions. just so its easier for you to read/know what im talking about

ep 14 (5:30) YEAAAAAA GORGUG W THE NAT 20 CHA SAVE!!!!!! LETS GOOOOO!!!!!

(15:50) yooooo fig has dimension door?!?!? :DDDDD

(1:03:33) im so proud of riz, good job my guy on overloading the downloding thingy

(1:19:38) OH MY GOD GORGUG TAKES 48 DAMAGE BUT HE’S STILL UP!!!!!! WOOO!!!

(1:26:17) oh thank god riz is safe (or… well… his palimpsest is no longer in the machine). i feel bad for zelda and the rest of the girls :,(

(1:28:50) OH MY FUCKING GOD FABIAN ROLLED A NAT 20!!!!! HE DID IT!!!!!! MEETS IT BEATS IT AND HE MET THE OTHER ROLL!!!!!

(1:31:01) fig, ily, but please dont kill biz. you might need him to get riz free, and possibly the other trapped kids too

(1:39:22) ajdhjd biz: “im cool too” adaine: *doubt*

(1:40:27) ohhhhh shit. all there families are threatened. i mean, adaine’s family, i don’t particularly care about, but everyone else!

ep 15 (12:36) ohhhhhh shit theyre under arrest for killing a bunch of people. i was wondering when this was going to bite them in the ass but like,,, why now??? why couldnt it have been after they solved this mystery and saved everyone?

(25:16) AKSHDJBDJD THE PRINCIPAL SAID TO KILL WHOEVER THEY NEED TO KILL TO GET OUT. OH MY GOD DAMN

(28:39) oh man i feel so bad for fig 🥺

(33:25) oh no why does bill seacaster have a palimpsest???? please tell me this is just a coincidence and hes not actually a bad guy

(35:00) …ok that does not feel good. like, bill might not actually abuse fabian, but that feels like its toeing the line at the minimum. like oh my god dont fucking shove your son!!!

(43:40) ohhhhhh my god those cops are SO incompetent

(47:15) omg they’re missing prom!

(48:30) oh my god those fucking halflings /pos

(58:30) ohhhhhh shit. kalvaxis cant touch that book and the only reason why adaine removed the book was bc aelwyn told her to

(1:00:30) oh my god is adaine the next elven oracle?!?!?!

(1:06:00) ok ill be honest, ive seen the clips of the finale(?) so i was just waiting for them to notice something was off about goldenhoard, sorry, goldenrod

(1:13:50) NOOO THEIR FAMILIES!!!! well ok i dont care about adaine’s family, bUT EVERYONE ELSES!!!!

(1:25:30) oh kristen 🥺 she saved adaine’s family

(1:32:50) oh thank god gilear is ok!

(1:33:50) AJDHSJDJ “do you want to go to prom with me mom?” “kiddo i was so afraid you would ask”

(1:36:35) oh my god gorgug’s parents 🥺😭🧡

(1:49:01) oh no brennan why’d you have killed off one of the parents?!?!?! 😭

(1:52:30) that was a really cool way for him to die but bill dying makes me so sad :,(

[sepyana]

Jjba Stardust Crusaders Ep. 30-33 Thoughts

Iggy goes to do fuck all while the rest of the crew splits in two.

Before I actually talk about the episodes, I wanna briefly give my opinion on the OVA. I haven't watched past part 10 obviously but I think it's important I'll mention it in a later post.

I vastly prefer 2010 anime over the OVA. The production value of the anime is just way higher. The dark tone of the OVA doesn't fit JJBA tbh.

BUT. I actually kinda love them? They have their charm. The darker alternative take is fun, if it was the only animated JJBA option I wouldn't be satisfied with it but as an alternative it's nice. Polnareff and Kakyoin's expressions in the N'Doul episodes are just so funny.

^ Joseph and Kakyoin's reaction to Iggy just. destroyed me

There is a thing or two it does better than the current anime and the manga I think. I really like Kakyoin's portrayal in some of the episodes. There is awkwardness to his mannerisms that you would expect from a teenager, that is not present in the anime OR the manga. His build is also a lot more closer to your average teenager too. That being said, OVA Jotaro runs in the opposite direction by looking 40 in some of the episodes. I don't wanna talk about that tho since everyone has talked about it death.

Also the long haired Star Platinum is pretty sick ngl. Looks even more like Bruford.

Ep. 30-31 (Mariah)

Oohh boy. I don't do well with second hand embarrasment. There are a lot of embarrasing moments in part 2 and 3 but these two episodes are filled to the brim with them. From the walking stairs to entering ladies restrooms to the y'know what. Managed to push thru tho!!

I've noticed a trend with the second half of SC of putting more attention the the stand users. With more iconic designs an all. I wouldn't call Mariah's design original, it just gets the job done (The job being looking conventionally hot).

Advol being really proud about digging a hole to avoid the train is kind of endearing :)

I thought the back and forth between Mariah and Joseph at the end was nice. Joseph's va was especially good in it (R.I.P. Unshō Ishizuka). Mariah saying she'd be down to be with him despite their ages being far apart is really funny considering Dio is tecnically 130+ years old.

Mariah's motivation is a bit of a downgrade compared to N'Doul before her. I mean, being down bad was only part of the reason why he was following Dio, c'mon.

Yeah I don't wanna talk more about this episode. Sorry to all (both) people reading this for reminding you about Ep 31.

Ep. 32-33 (Alessi)

Look at baby Chariot. No don't look away,, you will look at him and you will appreciate him.

Let's also take a moment to appreciate Set not being given to any other person, because the only thing keeping Pol and Jotaro from dying is Alessi being one of the stupidest mfers in the show.

I bet everyone has mentioned this before but I don't care, this was such a good opportunity to bring back part 2 Joseph that it hurts. If you are can do all that fanservice the episode before you can certainly do a part 2 Joseph cameo. I can't complain too much, I do love these episodes as is.

^ Tiny man omg. So tiny and brave...

I would say Jotaro not recognizing the earings and the clothes of kid Polnareff is stupid but he thought Joseph's story was bs while having an evil spirit following him, like, in the first episode. So. Not out of character really.

I like the detail of Kid Chariot being more like a sentient companion since kid Polnareff is not fully attuned to his stand yet. It even reaches for Pol when he is drowning :(

If I had a nickel every time Jotaro casually walked into Polnareff dealing with one of Dio's goons without fully knowing what's going on, then beating the shit out of the goon; I'd have two nickels. It isn't a lot but it's pretty funny that it happened twice.

Kid Jotaro kicking ass and then rolling up his sleeve just so he can point and say a cool one liner is killing me. Jotaro is secretly the funniest character in the show.

^ Link

You can tell Chariot's sadistically smiling under that mask. Amazing.

I love that story goes out of it's way to tell us Alessi is 38 and single.

And the episode ends basically the same way as ep 1.

Overall, I do like these episodes a lot. It's silly and fanservicey in a completely different way from the last episodes. The "your favourite glup shitto has a cameo in the new movie" kind. Seeing baby versions of our favourite characters is something most of us would like. I'm over here not shutting up about baby Chariot. It's like baby yoda. Clearly it worked on me.

Jotaro and Polnareff's interactions this episode really helped to show their friendship. It's hard to remember that fact sometimes with how Jotaro especially is but they really do care about eachother.

I wanna do 34-39 next, then 40-44, lastly 45-48. Seems like the most logical way of going about it.

I know in my heart that the confrontation with Dio is NOT gonna go well. No one has died yet and considering JJBA's track record, yeah, I don't think they'll all make it alive. I did say Kakyoin was my favourite early on but I do love all of them, it's gonna hurt real bad no matter what.

This post only covers 2 goons so uhhh, here is a shot from the OVA I merged into one picture as extra,

[rosemaryreality]

Sonic Prime S2 EP1 Reaction.

Alright so we are back to the start? but from Shadow's pov

2. Ooooh so Shadow saw all those freaky giant hollograms(? of their friends

3. Ah, i was wondering about that, so there's a barrier Shadow can't pass through.

4. HE LOST THE CHAOS EMERALD????!!!!!

5. !!!! so SHADOW is the reason why Sonic's shoes would act up???

6. Oof, dude's been trying for a while.

7. I had noticed this before in season 1, but god, the way sonic says "home" breaks my heart every time

8. So he still thinks Shadow isn't the real Shadow? really dude? unlike everyone else, he clearly recognizes you

9. "Sherrif shadow of floating rock world" ALRIGHT WE GET IT!! there's no cowboy world, no need to rub it in

10. DUDE HE CLEARLY SAID YOUR NAME. HE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE. HE IS YOUR SHADOW.

11. Oh. speaked too soon i guess. Anyway FINALLY!!

12. SONADOW HUG!!! i'm redrawing this.

13. LMAO. the way shadow slides to the left, feels so extra for me i love it.

14. If those giant shards weren't there, how would sonic move while in there? would shadow have to carry him?

15. Rip green emerald.

16. Aww he missed the palm trees.

17. "Just like home" but it's not.

18. Holy shit he is gonna see the "ghost" version of tails.

19. Oooooh, interesting. I thought everyone except big would be at the cage, but tails is at the beach near his workshop. So it's not about where they where when it happened, it's probably about significant places.

20. Oh, they're ALL at the beach. I'm guessing the palm tree amy's at is THE palm three, so they really must have plenty of memories there, if it's the place they're all at.

21. Omg i love prime sonic but GOD is he slow, they're not you're real friends!! and where is shadow anyway? i bet he is silently judging you.

22. Oooooh i wonder if this is partly why shadow is so quick to dismiss the people from the shatterverses, even if they're clearly more life like than these versions, it's probably hard for him to consider them as much more than this: shallow versions of their friends, their missing pieces, especially since he can't meet them for himself (yet).

23. THE WAY HE HUGS HIMSELF I CAN'T!!!! i know it's his fault but COME ON!!

24. Oooh the way Shadow looked at his shoes, already planning to steal them?

25. EXCUSE YOU SHADOW WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY BOY NINE?!!! HAVE YOU EVEN MET HIM? WHO ARE YOU TO SAY HE CAN'T BE TRUSTED??!

26. Oh god he really thinks of Nine as "angsty Tails" i'm crying.

27. "He's not tails. he is nine" look at what you've done Sonic, now i have to agree with Shadow just after he insulted Nine.

28. "This is his reality" oh god ummm i don't think I agree with that.

29. Ugh sonic how can i be mad at you when you are defending Nine? still don't like that he doesn't see him as his own person though.

30. Yeah i can't blame Shadow for not trusting Sonic, like, WHO would trust him at this point?

31. "I know what you are capable of" oh? OH? so NEITHER of them trust the other one, huh.

32. OMG HE GRABBED IT WITH HIS MOUTH?? I ACTUALLY LAUGHED OUT.

33. Well, that was fast, let's see his reaction to the fact they do nothing for him.

34. ?????????????????????????? WTF? I'M SORRY DID I MISS A SCENE??

35. OOOOOOOOH HE TOOK BACK THE ONES FOR HIS SHOES.

36. God this Shadow is so extra, couldn't you put that one like a normal person?

37. Wait so they DID help him get out of there, how? maybe those things have some of Sonic's energy on them? whtever it is, couldn't be enough to get past the barriers.

38. I don't know if the place between shatterspaces is a good place to be fighting, Shadow has his airshoes but what if Sonic falls into the void?

39. I couldn't believe Sonic said "come at me, bro" when i heard it, now SHADOW? and he sounded so smug too

40. What happened in new yoke?

41. Oh right, THOSE guys.

42. So sonic can just spindash his way through that place.

43. Man that knocked out shadow BAD.

44. SONADOW PRINCESS CARRY!!!! Sonic prime really is a gift to all ships.

45. OF COURSE he fell on his face, gotta love running gags.

46. Finally got to the "together" part, god is sonic smug about it, on other news, sonadow needs each other, hell yeah.

47. "I won't let you down, shadow" awwwww.

48. For some reason the shadow vision was so funny to me, bro he is not DEAD.

[jessybarnes]

Again congrats on the 500 followers!

💎 - just because i want to talk to you about "Stay"

First and foremost, I must say I can't comment much about your writing skill in terms of the use of "pretty words" and all, because i myself is new at writing. so i'm not nearly qualified to judge but!! What i can comment on is how you make feel throughout the fic. With that said, I will be needing you to compensate me because a heart has been broken. You have triggered the melancholy side of me and damn does it shatter my heart to pieces. I love me some one-sided love angst; I mean I always like reading how unrequited love is written. Like, the pain, the longing, the joy that laced with doubt, everything about it. And the way wrote it!! Just muahh *chef's kiss*. Now the three things I always love in my stories (whether in reading ot writing) are angst, fluff and smut. And the fact that you have these is also another reason why i love it!! I don't know what else to say so why not we go through some reaction that you pulled out of me.

Here's some real reaction that went through when reading this fic:

Your warning of "out of character bucky"

oh please, emotional or not, we love him regardless. Tbh it is nice to see diverse characteristic from bucky, like he does in this fic. It expand my imagination to interesting possibilities 💫

You immediately choked on the cereal, the milk going down the wrong pipe making your face turn a deep red.

The whole scene was fucking relatable i would spil everything in my mouth if i saw him like that too 😩🤌🏼

"..the moment you stepped off that elevator the first time, my heart was yours. It chose you, James. You."

The imagery in my head was too beautiful that I fell in love with bucky... again!

By the time you were finished, tears were sliding down your cheeks onto the paper. You took a deep shaky breath and tried to stifle your sobs.

This. This pain. Yup. This is what why I love reading unrequited angst 🥀

"I ruin everything I fuckin' touch…" 

You can ruin me any time baby. Sorry, sorry. I was trying to distract myself from the pain 😭

His voice was firm, and it eerily resembled the tone he had when he was the Winter Soldier all those years ago.

Oooofff chills down my spine yall. Like imagine his eyes went void for just a split second there, so fast that Steve didn't manage to notice. Damn.

"A woman named Y/N Barnes was life-lined here. I need to see her."

*Gasped loudly* Excuse mee??? Am i your wife now?? When did we get married and how come I forgot??

"She's my wife!" 

Wait. Wait. WAIT!! I am??!!! Omg am i married??!! To you?? (Not me talking to bucky as if he can hear me)

"Alright, I gotta ask… since… uh… when did Y/N become your wife, mate?"

EXACTLYYYYY. THANK YOU FOR ASKING!

"I w-was always scared. Scared to let you in, because I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want him to take you from me"

I'd do anything to have the soldat's cameo. Even if its just an allusion of him.

He would tell you stories from the ‘40s and at night Bucky would read to you.

I am a simple girl. I just want bucky to tell me stories of his past and read to me in my sleep. I'll die happy. 🤧

Then you woke up to Bucky and wait,… husband?! 

*gasped in shock* we really don't know when we got married do we?

"I lied and said you were my wife so they'd let me see you." 

God he is so dramatic and i love him so much 😭💞

"You like that, doll? Do you like when I kiss you here? Gonna mark your pretty skin so everyone knows you're mine." 

Yes please 🧎🏻‍♀️🥺

Can't comment much on the smut because it was amazing I just forgot to jot down my reaction.

You kissed the tip of his nose and rested your head on his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.

I love soft kisses in fics. Giving or receiving. Please i just want to pamper every part of his face and body with all of my kisses.

You were finally home.

Urghhh such a classic line yet as powerful as ever.

So that conclude my long-ass ranting 😂

And just so you know, I have gone through all your bucky fics. I will properly reblog them when I have the time. With that said, I want to give special shoutout to another fic you wrote call "Unexpected Saviour" because it was so cute, I love Cadence so much; I want to blow raspberry against her cheeks.

Anyway, thank you for writing such amazing works, I enjoyed my time reading them. And I hope you will enjoy mine as well! Looking forward to hear from you soon! Until then, I'm sending virtual kisses and hugs!

– yinn 💙

BABY OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭😭

PLEASE I AM SOBBING AT WORK, I- 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

I can't even begin to explain to you how much this means to me. The amount of detail, research, tears, and dedication I put into Stay is monumental.

But this? This breakdown and detail of how you reacted? This blew me away and I cannot even tell you how happy this made me.

Unexpected Savior is actually about my daughter. She is in love with Bucky and has been since she was very young. She's almost 12 now, but I know for a fact that if Bucky was real and that scenario happened in real life she would do that. She'd defend him just like little Cadence did. (Cadence is actually her middle name 😅). And because I can't pass up an opportunity to gush about how cute my baby girl is, she wanted to propose to Sebastian for her birthday last year and I actually took her to meet him at New York comic con last October. She proposed, he said yes, and I recorded the autograph session. You can watch that video here. ❤️

But back to you, you amazing, beautiful, talented, sweetheart... I just... I'm speechless. I...I love you and I...I just...thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting me and reblogging my stuff and participating in my writing challenge and just...thank you for everything. 🥺❤️

Do you want to participate in my 500 Followers Celebration? Click here to join! ❤️

[coolchasteboy]

I remember the day that Mina told me that I no longer had an underwear drawer. "Jennifer, since we got rid of your gross boys underwear I went to Victoria's Secret to get you some new panties. I bought you some bikinis, thongs, boy shorts, and some cute lace panties. Do you want to see your new lingerie drawer."

"You mean you got rid of all my boxers and bikini briefs?" I asked. "I don't mind wearing panties sometimes, but I can't wear panties to the gym. What if the guys see?"

"Look babe, so what if a guy sees you wearing panties. They are just underwear. I also got you some cute nighties."

I was devastated. I mean, I was OK with her feminizing me at home and sometimes when we go out. But there is no way I can wear panties all the time. People might think I am gay. So I told her no. "Well, babe, it is up to you. But you look really cute and sexy in your bikinis. And the thongs really make your ass look nice. But if you don't want to do this, then well, it is up to you. We will just have to go get you some new boxers."

I was torn. She was right. The panties did fit better. So I said, I would give it a try. Mina was so happy. "OMG, babe, you are going to love your new panties. Let's go look in your lingerie drawer." She was right, I did love them. Red, white, black, cute floral colors. Bikinis, thongs, boy shorts. Every type of panty I could imagine was in there. She must have bought 30-40 panties for me. Plus some cute bodysuits and a few nighties.

The next day at the gym I was undressing. I realized that I had on a white thong. But honestly, I didn't care. "Dude, check it out, that guy is wearing a thong" I heard someone whisper to his friend. Then I saw an older guy looking at me. He had a real look of disgust on his face because I was wearing thong panties. As the guys cleared out, a guy came over to me. "Sorry, but I couldn't help noticing your thong. It is kind of cute. I have never worn one. Is it comfortable" he asked. "Well, yeah it is kinda comfortable. You get used to the thong strap in you ass" I said. I don't know what came over me, but I asked him, "do you want to try my thong on?" He immediately said yes. So I slipped it off and handed it to him. He took off his boxers. Then he slipped on the thong.

"How do you think it looks" he asked. I got down at eye level with his cock. I adjusted his pouch a little and asked him to turn around. He turned around and I adjusted the thong strap. He then turned around again. He was hard and pre-cum was leaking through the thin panty fabric. "I am sorry" he said. "About what" I asked. "I am sorry that I got hard." "That is no problem. You really fill out the thong nicely" I said. Then I don't know what came over me, but I asked "do you want some relief down there." I slightly stroked is cock at the same time.

"Will you please give me some relief" he said. With that as my cue I kissed the head of his cock through the thong fabric. I then slowly pulled the thong down to his knees. His hard cock was at eye level. "That's it baby girl, go ahead and put it in your mouth" he said. So I did. I licked his pre-cum and then, just like Mina taught me, I started going down on him. I just kept going faster and faster. I didn't realize it, but some guys had come into our corner of the change room and were watching me suck his cock. They were stroking at the same time. He pulled my head on his cock and I deep throated him. I just kept sucking until he finally blew his load down my throat. I did what Mina said, good girls swallow. So I swallowed each and every drop.

He then got dressed. He kept the thong. I kept his boxers. When I got home that evening and undressed Mina wanted to know why I was wearing boxers and what happened to my thong. I told her what happened. She asked "you sucked a strangers cock and swallowed?" "Yes" I replied. "And you are wearing his boxers?" Again, I replied "yes." "OMG babe, you are such a little faggot slut. I figured you would one day suck a cock, but I figured it would be with your boyfriend, not some stranger at the gym." "I am sorry, but it just seemed the right thing to do. I mean, he was hard and he look liked he needed relief" I said. "Jennifer, don't apologize. You did the right thing. As a girl, if you see a cock and can help give a man relief, it is your job as a girl to do so. You did such a good job today. You should be proud of yourself. And you swallowed. I am so proud of you!"

So I went from boxers to panties to wearing the boxers of the guy I sucked off. I felt ashamed, but also powerful at the same time. As Mina once told me, once you suck one cock the next one becomes easier. And she was right. Sucking cocks became part of who I am as a woman. If I am honest, I am really good at it too.

[forgotten-daydreamer]

i was going to comment on one of your recent fics (which i kinda liked) until i saw the abrasive author's note berating people for bookmarking without commenting. you don't know why people bookmark things - for many people, it's equivalent to a recs list. just like fic readers aren't entitled to receive fics, fic authors aren't entitled to receive feedback. i'm saying this as both a fic writer and a reader (both long-term, so i have plenty of experience dealing with a lack of feedback). there are many many reasons why readers choose to leave comments (or not), and as a writer you'll be much more content if you can make peace with the fact that there's very little you can do to change that, and instead encourage the commenters that you do get. it sucks, but it is what it is. desperate and abusive author's notes, however, do turn people off. ps: i asked if you read others' fics because i find it hard to believe that you yourself leave a comment on every single fic you read and fanart you reblog. i'd be happy to be proven wrong, but my point still stands - i understand the desire for more comments, but you're going about it the wrong way.

I love when people completely miss the point <3

So, I'm not writing all of this again so go give it a read and come back later. I specified multiple times that ofc saving fics for later without commenting is fine (wouldn't make sense to comment before reading it). And yes, I do comment on every fic I read, multiple times too (I can't guarantee for fics I bookmarked ages ago, but I'm 99.9% sure I always left at least one comment). I don't do it with fanarts because I reblog them compulsively, what I do instead is leave anon messages in the artists' inbox. Although I also leave comments sometimes!

"Abusive" is a strong term, I'm just getting creative because you people are exhausting, as simple as that. As I said in the post I linked (again, read it, thanks) you're all so used to tiktok and such that you think it's okay if people who give you stuff you like for free never get to know your opinion. Wrong. We're humans. We deserve to know what you think. It's the bare minimum.

I'm tired of all that "OMG that fic broke me, I wish I had someome to talk about it with" because we authors are right fucking there.

We are entitled to receive feedback. I've been posting fics for nine fucking years - on an Italian website first, then on AO3 with a different acc that I then deleted, and then with my current one - and reading them for just as long. So excuse me for wanting feedback, excuse me for noticing how the readers' attitute towards giving feedback has shifted now that you're all on tiktok/insta 24/7 constantly bombarded with content that only takes you 10 secs to consume and makes you think "Yeah okay, I can't leave a comment on each and every thing I consume, it'd take longer to leave the comment than to consume the content." (and it's true, like, I know it is)

And trust me, this "if you read without bookmarking you're a jerk" thing is new, check my other fics (I posted over 100 works, but as you can see I only have 40-something now because I delete them compulsively, sorry, orphaning fics isn't for me) and even if you go check the oldest ones (I think the fist fics I posted with my current ao3 acc are from late 2019?) I never said anything. But I'm tired and annoyed. I talked to multiple people here who told me that they'd never thought about this thing until I (and others) shared our honest opinion on it, so, I guess you're kinds on your own in this holy crusade of yours against common decency. Feel free to never read my works again, I'll live.

And I'm not saying you're just finding excuses, but huh, I just checked and the first note regarding this issue is on day 5 (/10 I've written so far) and that one just says "be decent" before I escalated so huh. Yeah. Holy crusade against common decency.

Be fucking for real. Should I put a tw for strong language next time? Is "piece of caca" upsetting? "Meanie"? The only mean one is "cunt" actually. Like I'd be offended too. But the rest? Be for real.

FYI these are all the instances - I didn't add anything to the notes of the other works because I was running out of space. And again, sorry you totally missed the point. Sorry my notes shocked you to the point that you couldn't even comment :o

Peace.

[ghostisgross]

it took me a whole day to post these for no reason LMAO

also sorry for goofy coloring my markers r dying 😭

oh yeah and sorry abt the 2nd image there was smth there that was like embarrassing SORRY LMAOAO

[boysbellyrubs]

hi I love your focs and ocs 🙈🙈 can I request with Quinn where he's on a date and halfway through he gets gassy but he's too embarrassed to do anything so he waits until he's home but Caine helps him (no nausea pls sjsjjs) because it hurts his chest and tummy, he's embarrassed but grateful 💙💙

omg anon you wonderful person. I combined something I was gonna write anyway with this request and I think it turned out pretty good. Their relationship has been a little rushed, but we're not here for relationship building. enjoy...

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The night had been going perfectly. Caine and Quinn had gone to a fancy restaurant as a practice date, which is what they called it. It was pretty much a real date but they were too scared to admit it. They had talked and laughed and shared stories, and Quinn was having the time of his life. Until, his stomach started acting up halfway through his meal. 

He wasn’t nauseous or anything, he was incredibly gassy. He knew that he had a tendency to get burpy like this, but it was way too embarrassing to start letting out belches like a 40 year old man in the pub. 

He wanted Caine to like him after all. So, he stifled every bubble and pushed down the urge to burp no matter what. It had actually gone smoothly, Caine didn’t notice and they continued talking like nothing had happened. It all changed however when they were getting up to leave, and Quinn had to walk to the car. 

Caine thankfully had escaped to the bathroom so Quinn allowed himself a good 30 seconds to shuffle out of the booth all while trying to keep his bloated belly from being jostled. He stood scrolling awkwardly through his phone when Caine came to find him, 

“Alrighty, should we go?” He said, a small smile on his face. Quinn nodded and followed him. Caine actually turned around and confidently grabbed his hand, “I had fun tonight. Do you wanna come over to mine? We can just relax and watch a movie?” 

Quinn’s hopeless romantic side was buzzing, “Oh, okay!” He said, way too enthusiastically. 

Caine laughed, “Okay, I’ll drive.” 

Fuck, now what? Quinn was still very much feeling ill, his bubbly stomach still swollen tight with extra air and pressure. He was sitting in the car and the bloody seatbelt was constricting on his belly, and it didn’t help trying to not burp with someone pushing on his stomach. This was torture, but he didn’t dare let them out. Way too fucking embarassing. 

He barely took in what was going on around him, so when the car stopped and the engine rumbled off he shot his head up and looked at Caine. 

Caine’s eyebrows twitched, “What, did you zone out?” 

Quinn ducked his head, undoing his seatbelt. He nodded, “Yeah, sorry.” 

“Nah, don’t apologise. Come on, Lincoln’s not at home.” Caine came around to his side of the car, and like a gentleman, opened the door for Quinn and held out his hand. The gesture was sweet, but Quinn was grateful for the help as he didn’t think his belly would let him get up gracefully without causing suspicion. 

They walked hand in hand, again, to Caine’s front door. In the silence of Caine finding his key, Quinn’s belly gurgled, the noise shooting across his upper belly. His eyes widened, 

“Haha, still digesting?” Caine joked, finding his key and opening the door. Quinn chuckled, 

“Yeah.” He hoped his stomach wouldn’t make a noise that loud again, but he was wrong when it gurgled when they were making hot chocolate. He excused himself to the bathroom. 

Looking in the mirror, he looked fine on the outside. He didn’t look pale or sick, which he was somewhat glad about. But he was feeling worse and worse on the inside. His belly felt massively distended, swollen and digging into his pants. He turned to the side, the bloat clearly visible like that. 

He ran his hands over it. He always had a little bit of a belly, just some chub that lay above his waist line, but that was gone now and replaced with achy, stretched skin. The burps he had been stifling all night had swollen it up so much and his chest was beginning to hurt from it. He rubbed at his sides, and groaned at how sensitive his skin was. 

It gurgled and he put his hand right over the noise, digging in a little. It didn’t help much, and he felt another burp rumble up his throat so he forced it back down. His stomach protested, another hefty grumble travelling across his belly. God, this sucked. He was making himself feel worse but he couldn’t bring himself to let them out. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, “Quinn, are you okay in there?” 

He cleared his throat, hands jumping off his stomach like it burned him. He quickly opened the door, “Yup, just fine. What movie are we watching?” 

Caine looked confused but shrugged it off, “I don’t know yet. I was thinking we could just talk for a little bit longer.” His cheeks coloured a little and Quinn thought it was adorable. 

“Yeah, okay.” He followed Caine, but now his brain caught up with what was going on. Now without the noise of a movie, Quinn had no chance to burp or let his belly try and digest. The only noises would be Caine talking and Quinn’s disgusting stomach. Maybe he should just run out the door right now. 

Sitting down, another burp formed but he swallowed it. That one hurt his chest a lot and he forced himself to not rub at it. He didn’t need extra attention. Quinn wished Lincoln was here or something else was going on so Caine’s attention wasn’t fully on him. The boy looked so happy to be spending time with him but he was feeling too sore to even appreciate it. 

His pants were still digging tightly into his stomach, and he wished that they had gone to his place so he could change. But, he was stuck in formal pants with a stomach that barely fit in them. He stifled another burp while Caine was talking. He was saying something about a school trip he went on, but Quinn was barely listening. 

He almost wished he was nauseous to get whatever was hurting his stomach out, but he was simply gassy and it hurt a lot. Feeling yet another burp he dipped his head and swallowed it, but without meaning too he groaned softly at the feeling of his stomach expanding and chest burning. 

“Quinn?” The silence was so fucking loud. Quinn wanted to sink into the couch cushions. 

Another burp, this one was accompanied by another loud belly rumble. He was screwed. There was no way Caine didn’t know what was going on. 

A hand came into his line of sight and lifted his head up gently, “Are you feeling alright? Is your stomach hurting?” Caine’s eyes focused solely on his own, the dark blue making him feel like he was staring into the ocean. 

With his barriers down, his shoulders drooped and he let out a sigh, “Yeah, not feeling my best right now.” His stomach groaned again, upset at the lack of attention it was getting. He squeezed his eyes shut and put a hand on his belly. 

His head was still in Caine’s grasp, “Let's go lie down. I’ll help you feel better.” Caine’s voice was smooth and reassuring, and Quinn was powerless to resist. He let Caine lead him to his room and helped him down onto the bed. He didn’t realise how much pain he was in until he was lying down. He was such an idiot. 

“Do you want to borrow a pair of my sweatpants? Those can’t be very comfortable,” Caine asked, already sorting through his drawers for a pair. Quinn made a stuttering noise in his throat but Caine had already draped the sweatpants over his chest, “They might be a tad too long on you, but they’ll be okay for the night.” 

For the night. Quinn moved to switch his pants and undoing the button on his formal ones felt heavenly. His stomach sank slightly and he groaned at the feeling, a hand coming to cup it underneath. 

Caine spoke from the other side of the room, “You okay?” 

Quinn nodded before he realised Caine couldn’t see him, “Oh, uh yeah. My stomach is just hurting.” He quickly pulled on the sweatpants and told Caine he could turn around. His stomach already felt better just from the softness of the pants and he put a hand gently on his rounded middle. 

Caine climbed onto the bed next to him. He looked a little shy and if the red blush on his cheeks was anything to go by, Quinn’s guess was right.

“Do you want me to rub your stomach? Or I can just talk and distract you.” Caine offered, his face blossoming into a deeper red. 

Quinn felt his own face heat up, he didn’t know if he wanted Caine to touch his stomach. It was so bloated and the lightest touch would probably make him burp. But, the more he sat there the more painful his stomach ache became.

He cleared his throat, “I just, really need to burp that’s all. It’s making my stomach all bloated and hurting my chest.” 

Caine nodded, “Will it help if I rubbed your be-stomach then?” 

Quinn looked away. This was so embarrassing, and what would happen once the bloat went away. Caine would see his chubby tummy for all its glory and that was an awful thought. No matter how hard he tried, he could never work off the pooch on his lower belly and he didn’t want Caine to see that. 

However, Caine looked eager to help and he couldn’t say no to his face. So with a sigh, he moved his hands away and let Caine work his magic. Caine pushed up his shirt slightly and touched his bare skin, starting the massage over his belly button. He had done this for Caine, so how bad could it be? 

It was not bad at all, actually. Caine knew all the spots to rub, coaxing up belches and burps. Each time he felt one coming up he tried to be tasteful and cover it, but some were too big to hide. It was okay though, Caine’s hands didn’t stop and each time he felt his stomach deflate a little. 

He was becoming sleepier by the second, but one final burp seemed to release the trapped air and his tight stomach didn’t feel so tight anymore. His belly was still bloated, but it was a healthy bloat from the food. Caine kept rubbing, and he didn’t look like he wanted to stop. Quinn watched as his eyes followed his hands, enthralled by the expanse of Quinn’s stomach. 

It was cute. He looked very focused on giving the best belly rub possible. His cheeks were still red, but Quinn didn’t think he was embarrassed anymore. He looked down, and saw that his stomach was almost back to its usual size and a rush of insecurity washed over him. 

He put a hand on his lower belly, “Wow, my stomach feels so much better. Thanks for that.” Quinn knew his voice sounded off and with the way Caine reacted, hands stopping and frowning at Quinn, he expected questions. 

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?” He looked…disappointed? Quinn wasn’t sure. Quinn himself wasn’t sure of his emotions either. He didn’t want Caine to stop, it was relaxing letting someone pamper his tummy, but it was his biggest insecurity and Caine was someone he liked. Caine was perfect, he would think he was gross. 

He shut his eyes, “I’m just insecure.” He figured it would be better to just come right out and say it. Caine was perceptive enough to figure it out anyway. 

Quinn watched his face for the reaction and Caine looked sad, “About your stomach? What is there to be insecure about, Quinn? You’re beautiful.” It looked like he hadn’t meant to say that part out loud because his eyes widened and his face burned. 

Quinn had nothing to say so he waited for Caine to ground himself. 

“Listen, Quinn. I like you. A lot. And what you look like on the outside doesn’t matter to me. You’re like, the coolest guy I have ever met and you shouldn’t be insecure about something so normal as that. Everyone has a belly, what else is gonna protect all those organs in there,” He paused, looking Quinn dead in his eyes, 

“I like you just the way you are. And I’m not just quoting Bruno Mars. Let me help you, at least until you fall asleep.” Caine was smiling now, eyes sparkling and hands eager to get back on his stomach. Quinn huffed, god Caine was so amazing. He looked at his belly, and if Caine liked it so much then so be it. 

“I like you too. By the way, I enjoyed our practice date. We should go on a real one another day. You can keep rubbing my stomach too.” 

Now with that settled, Caine manoeuvred himself next to Quinn and let him put his head on his shoulder. He rubbed gently at Quinn’s now digesting belly, running over every inch of skin. Quinn closed his eyes, falling asleep to the gentle sounds of skin against skin and a press of Caine’s lips to his hair.

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there we go! I've been wanting to establish that Quinn is a little chubbier but never had the chance, but I thought this was a good opportunity to do that. and of course who better to appreciate his tummy than kinky Caine. 

[nothinghcppens]

small talk- pietro maximoff

part 2

part 1 here

masterlist

pair: pietro maximoff x female!reader

summary: after being apart of the team of super soldiers that hydra experimented on, y/n was one of the successful experiments and had been released to the world. the winter soldier and the siren had become the most prolific assassin duo in the world. but what happens when they get taken in by the avengers? what happens when she meets a particularly fast superhero with an attitude?

warnings: swearing, mentions of trauma, alcohol, kissing but like only that, minor sexual jokes

a/n: hi !! i just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love and support of part 1 of small talk and bad liar omg <3 i also wanted to add a taglist to future fics so let me know if you want added it! make sure to specify if you want to be added to the marvel or the harry potter one bc i have a harry potter fic in the works rn! also i’m gonna write a part three that’s just cute bc i want to keep writing this character heheh

“wake up!” splash.

the feeling of cold water hitting your face shocked you awake and you sat up with a gasp. trails of blue flashed from beside your bed and out the door, the clang of a bucket hitting the floor. “pietro maximoff. i am going to kill your speedy ass!” you shouted, jumping out of bed. not even caring that you were only in a t-shirt and shorts, you chased after him, following the blue light.

the trails stopped eventually, and so did you. you glanced around, listening for any sign of him. you crept over to one of the couches and grabbed a pillow as a weapon. “where are you?” you called, i’m a sing-song voice.

you walked around the room, “come on, don’t hide from me now.” the faint sound of his breathing was heard along with the dripping water from your hair and t-shirt. you followed the sound of his shallow breaths to the island in the kitchen. you dropped the pillow, climbed up on the island and crawled across it before swung your head over the edge, in front of his. “hey there.

he gasped, “shit.” you flipped your hair back up and sat back on your knees. pietro stood up and turned to face you before bursting into fits of laughter.

“i don’t know what’s funny.” you mumbled, glaring up at him.

“yes you do, you look ridiculous.” he huffed between laughs.

“i won’t look ridiculous when i’m putting a bullet through your head.” you spat.

“calm down, love. it’s only a bit of fun.” he said.

“i was sleeping piet!” you protested. you moved your legs so that they were dangling off the edge.

“okay, i’m sorry. i’m sorry!”

“you better be. i’ll get you back though.”

he stepped forward and leaned his hands on the island, on either side of you. “will you, yeah?”

his head was an inch away from yours, you could feel his breath against your face. you saw his eyes drift from your eyes to your lips and back up again. he leaned in slightly and your breathing quickened. “what’re you doing?” you whispered.

“what do you think i’m doing?” he replied in the same hushed tone.

“something you should’ve done a long time ago.” you leaned in towards him, lips almost touching.

“good morning!” cap announced, walking into the kitchen, looking at his phone. you two broke apart quickly, pietro speeding and grabbing you a glass of orange juice and ten occupying himself by looking at something in the cupboard.

“hey cap.” you croaked, voice uneasy from the nerves coursing through your body. “morning steve.” pietro greeted, closing the cupboard and standing next to you on the counter. steve didn’t look up from his phone and didn’t notice your wet hair and clothes

“how’s our newest recruit?” he asked as he grabbed a mug from one of the shelves.

“steve, i’ve been here for like 6 months!” you complained.

he put the mug in the coffee machine and pressed a few buttons, “and? you’re still the newest.”

“might be the newest but i could still take you down old man.”

“don’t get too cocky kid, i think pietro’s rubbing off on you.”

“ew i’d rather go back to being tortured than be like him.” you joked.

“how dare you! you know you love being around me.”

you made fake gagging noise and steve let out a laugh. he finally turned around and looked at you two for the first time this morning.

“oh- uh y/n? what happened, why are you soaked?” he asked, averting his eyes from you. your eyes widened in realisation that you were wearing little-to-nothing in front of your captain and your t-shirt was clinging to your body.

“pietro is a dick is what happened.” you said, pushing yourself off the table. “if you’ll excuse me, i’ll go make myself decent.”

“you look decent all the time, love!” pietro called after you as you began to leave the kitchen. you swivelled round and flipped him off with both hands before leaving the room.

———

“do you remember when-“ you let out a giggle and pointed at bucky, “when we had to kill those french agents and you-“ another laugh, “you fell over a wall! god i mean because my brain was mush i couldn’t laugh but looking back on it that shit was hilarious!”

you and the team were recalling old missions gone wrong, with the assistance of alcohol obviously, and you were telling a story about you and bucky- much to his dismay.

“i didn’t fall.” he protested, taking a swig from the bottom of beer in his hand.

“so what happened then? did the sidewalk just crumble?” you questioned, laughing loudly. the rest of the team sat observing the interaction, large smiles across all their face. pietro sat to your left with his arm around your shoulder, a drink in his other hand.

“okay. maybe i did fall.” bucky mumbled causing a roar of laughter from everyone. “but, remember how we were running through a forest in, where was it again?-“

“bulgaria.” you said, already knowing where this was going.

“bulgaria! yes. and it was raining so it was super muddy and you got suck in the mud!” he laughed.

“you left me there! i had to drag myself out.” you complained.

“well we had a mission to complete! you would’ve done the same.”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re right. i would have.” you felt pietro laugh from beside you and you smiled at him. “time for a refill.” you announced, pushing yourself up off the sofa. you wandered to the kitchen and took the bottle of wine on the table and poured some into your glass. due to the alcohol already in your system you spilled a little on the counter, “shit.” you muttered.

“need some help there?” pietro asked.

“i can pour wine myself thank you very much.” you retorted.

“i think the table disagrees.” he chuckled.

“shut up.” you groaned. pietro sped from the door to grab a towel and stopped behind you. he reached over your shoulder and wiped the spilled wine up. his breath was hot against your neck. you turned around, wine glass in hand, and looked up into his eyes. his hands remained on either side of you.

“this is the second time we’ve ended up here.” he mumbled.

“good observation, captain obvious.” you teased. pietro rolled his eyes and huffed out a laugh.

pietro took his right hand and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes. he kept his hand on the side of your head and leant in slightly for the second time in the past week. your breathing deepened and your heart was thumping against your chest. you tilted your head up towards his head and your lips were almost touching, just as they were a few days ago

“y/n! can you get me a whiskey before you come back?!” tony called from the other room.

pietro groaned in frustration and pulled away from you, tilting his head up. “i’m going to kill those avengers.”

“good luck with that speedy.” you said, tapping his chest lightly.

he stepped away from you, letting you leave his embrace to get tony a drink. after pouring him a glass of whiskey and grabbing your glass of wine, you and pietro entered the room filled with your team. his hand was placed in the small of your back, guiding you back to the sofa.

you handed tony his drink and he smiled at you, “thanks kid.”

pietro sat on the couch and you flopped down beside him, his arm resuming its place of around your shoulder. you swung your legs up and across pietro’s legs, earning a few looks from nat and clint. they looked at each other and raised their eyebrows with a smirk.

steve and bucky were telling a story of a party they went to in the 40s and how bucky had to drag him to dance with these girls they met. you took a sip of your drink and noticed pietro’s eyes glancing at your lips, “want a sip?” you asked, smirking because you knew that’s not what he was looking at.

he pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and sighed, “watch it, y/l/n.”

“oooooooh we’re on last name terms now?” you teased, smiling.

“yeah if you keep pissing me off we will be.”

“don’t be so easy to piss off.” you replied.

he leaned over and whispered in your ear, “cant help it. i’m frustrated.”

you pushed out your bottom lip in an overdramatic pout, “boohoo.”

tony then shot forward in his seat and clapped his hands together, “tomorrow you two,” he said, pointing at you and bucky, “are gonna have a little fashion show, i’ve been working on some suits for you guys and i need your input.”

“wait really?” you asked.

“yup. i’m not having you two going on missions in your hydra gear.” he explained.

“shit, thanks tony.” bucky replied.

“where’s my suit?” pietro questioned.

“you’ll get on eventually. your girlfriend is just a little more improtant.”

“i was here first.” he protested.

“girlfriend?” you asked at the same time.

“wait your turn, turbo.” tony said.

pietro scoffed and everyone laughed at the interaction.

nat stretched her arms behind her head and yawned, “alright losers, i’m going to bed.”

“yeah, me too.” clint added.

eventually everyone had made their way upstairs and all that was left was you, tony and pietro.

“okay. what’s going on here?” tony asked, wagging his finger between you guys. pietro’s hand was now resting on your leg which was still across his.

“nothing.” you said.

“uh huh? yeah that bullshit doesn’t work on me kiddo.”

“piet, sure nothing has happened.” you glanced at him and a look of annoyance crossed his face.

“yeah stark. nothings happened.” he replied through gritted teeth.

“well if anything does happen, stay safe.” he winked at you two, “and if you hurt her, speedy, she’ll probably hurt you back worse.”

you laughed, “hell yeah i will.”

“oh i know you will.”

“goodnight .” tony said as he stood up from his chair and left the room.

you swung your legs off pietro and stood up, “well goodnight piet.” a smirk grew across your face as you began to walk away.

“nope.” he stated, grabbing your wrist and turning you back around. he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, legs on either side of him. he placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled your head towards his before crashing your lips onto his.

the kiss was heated, after being denied it twice before. your hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck and his moved to your waist. his fingers dug into your hips causing you to moan slightly, he took this opportunity to intertwine his tongue with yours.

eventually you broke apart, both gasping for air. you placed your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

“you don’t understand how long i’ve wanted to do that.” he muttered.

“worth it?” you asked, teasing him.

“nope.” he joked.

you leaned back and glared at him, “you bitch.” you leaned in and kissed him again, running your fingers through his hair and pulling it slightly. he groaned against your lips and you smiled through the kiss, enjoying the effect you had on him.

pulling away for the second time, you both had content smiles on your faces. you leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, “you’re comfortable.”

he let out a hearty laugh, “thank you?”

“it’s a compliment, i could sit here forever.”

suddenly you were no long sitting on top of him, you were being picked up and whisked through the building. your hair blew around until you stopped and were in your room. “what just happened?”

“i’m tired and the couch didn’t seem good to sleep on.” he explained.

“woah, woah, woah. who said you’re sleeping in my room?”

“i did.” he stated. using his powers he stripped himself down to his underwear and jumped on your bed, under the covers.

“i regret kissing you. you’re a pain in the ass.” you complained.

“and you called me a bitch?!” he exclaimed.

you rolled your eyes and grabbed your pyjamas that were at the foot of your bed and walked to your bathroom.

“where are you going?” he asked.

“getting changed, i don’t want you watching.”

you closed the door to block out his protests and quickly got ready for bed.

“hurry up.” pietro called.

“stop complaining or i’m going to sleep on the couch.” you replied, opening the door and leaning against the doorframe. pietro was sat with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes raked over your body and a small smirk grew on his face. “eyes up here pretty boy.”

he laughed and pulled back the cover before patting the spot next to him, signalling for you to join him. you shuffled over and slid into the bed. pietro wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“so much for the whole tough super soldier act, you’re a softie at heart, aren’t you love?” he muttered in your ear.

“anymore of that and i’ll suffocate you in your sleep with this pillow.” you replied, closing your eyes and relaxed into his embrace.

“no you won’t. you’re too soft.” he teased.

“pietro. i’m warning you.” you yawned, “i don’t care how good looking you are i will kill you.”

“good looking huh?”

“fuck off and go to sleep.” you spat.

“sweet dreams, y/n.” he said with a small laugh.

“yep they won’t be about you.” you murmured, before dozing off to sleep.

———

“i knew it!” nat squealed. you squeezed your eyes close and then opened them, blinking rapidly. pietro lay behind you with his arm draped over your waist. he groaned against your neck and looked over his shoulder at the team standing at the door.

“piet what’s going on?” you grumbled, too tired to sit up and look for yourself.

“so when did this happen?” cap asked.

you finally turned over and sat up, seeing everyone stood in your room. “what the fuck? get out my room you creeps!” you shouted, grabbing the pillow behind your head and throwing it towards them.

“oh come on kid, when did it happen?” he repeated.

“none of your business steve.”

“we’re not leaving until we find out.” clint added.

“you’re awfully quiet little brother, nothing to add?” wanda said.

“i cant believe this.” you muttered, lying back down.

“last night, happy? but all we did was kiss okay, nothing else.” you explained.

“yet.” pietro stated. you elbowed him in the stomach and he winced at the impact.

“so are you two together now?” nat asked.

“well we haven’t had the chance to speak about it because you guys ruined our morning!” you exclaimed.

“what’s going on?” bucky asked, rubbing his eyes. he peered in over everyone and laughed, “nevermind.”

it seemed that pietro had had enough too so he sped out of bed and pushed everyone outside the room, closed the door and locked it. “much better.” he said.

you heard the murmurs of everyone outside, “use a condom!” clint shouted. footsteps retreated from your door as everyone left to go about their day.

“i’m moving out i can’t live here anymore.” you groaned.

“it’s not that bad, you’ve got me.” he said, crawling back onto the bed and lying on top of you. you wrapped your arms around his head and played with his hair.

“so are we like together now?” you asked, mocking natasha’s previously asked question.

“would you like that?” he asked.

“god no.” you joked, “obviously dumbass.”

he lifted his head up and leaned in to kiss you.

“nope. you’ve not brushed your teeth.”