#kinda a cross between watching a movie and reading a book

[ghastbutlikegay]

You know when you spend two weeks revisiting the same daydream world every night as you fall asleep (or sometimes when you’re doing something boring like making coffee or microwaving food) and you keep building on it with new scenes and new backstory and worldbuilding and you’re invested in the characters and their story arc but then the story arc comes to its conclusion and you haven’t managed to invent new conflict for them so now you’re stuck either scrambling to find conflict that feels unnatural or clinging to the few gaps you’ve yet to fill in and hope you discover new conflict hidden somewhere there

[classyrbf]

CALL HIM DADDY! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...when you jokingly call the jjk men ‘daddy’ just to see how they’d react

INFO...jjk men (toji, nanami, geto, gojo) x fem!reader, suggestive, fluff, crack fic kinda, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

TOJI

You were washing the dishes, finally scrubbing the last plate as Toji at his snack on the couch. You turned the faucet off, shaking the excess water into the sink before you turned to Toji, a smirk forming on your face. The entire time you were washing dishes, you remember seeing a video where a girl pranked her boyfriend by calling him ‘daddy’ in the most casual way possible.

You cleared your throat, leaning against the sink. “Hey, daddy, can you pass a napkin to dry my hands?” You stared at him, waiting to see his reaction.

“Yeah, of course, ba—wait what the hell did you just say?” His brows pinched together as he stood from his spot on the couch. He slowly walked over to you, placing his snack on the countertop.

“I asked if you could pass me a napkin,” you repeat.

“Nah, nah,” he shook his head, “you said something else before that.” He narrowed his eyes at you, slowly closing the gap between the two of you.

It was getting hard to keep a poker face, finding it difficult to stare into his eyes. “What are you talking about, Toji?” You sighed. “You’re hearing things, old man,” you scoffed, turning away from him with a smirk on your face.

“Oh, so now I’m old man, huh? Not daddy? Hm? Hm?” He grabbed at your waist, pulling you closer to him to the point you couldn’t hold back your laughter.

“It was a prank!” You laughed, tears in your eyes.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman. I swear.” He pecked your lips, smiling at you. “Though, I think we should try that in the bedroom.”

“Toji Fushiguro!” You yell as he lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to the room.

GOJO

You and Gojo were so casually getting ready to watch a movie before he asked if you wanted any snacks from the kitchen. “Yes, please, some chips and soda.” You gave him a tender smile. A few minutes went by as he came back with a bunch of snacks you didn’t even ask for, but you knew they were most likely for him.

“Your chips and soda.” He placed the bowl in your lap and the cup in your hand. “Want any candy?” He asked, pointing to the sour strips he was munching on.

“I’m okay, thank you, daddy,” You causally said before placing a chip in your mouth.

His eyes shot up in surprise before he began choking on the sour strip. “O-oh, my god.” He began coughing, hunching over.

“Satoru, are you okay?” You rubbed his back before he turned to look at your with the most shocked expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“Am I okay? Baby, you literally just called me daddy! Damn near lost my life!” His voice was still rough from all the coughing.

“What?” You asked, pretending to be confused.

“You….just…called…me…daddy.” He leaned closer towards you with each word spoken.

“Toru, I love you, but never in a million years would I call you that. Play the movie.” You shake your head in disbelief, looking towards the the tv.

“Say it again.” Toru grabbed at your hands, holding them to his chest. “Say it again, please!” He begged while you ignored him, continuing to eat your chips. “You think I’m daddy? Am I? Come on, baby. I can be so daddy!”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at how serious he was taking the whole situation. Your eyes landed upon his expression, an offended look in his eye. “I’m sorry, Toru!” You cackled.

“You’re not funny,” he mumbled, turning away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Awe, baby,” you coo, cupping his face and kissing his cheek, “you’re so daddy, okay?”

He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Promise?”

“Yes,” you giggle, “promise.”

NANAMI

You were getting ready for bed as Nanami read his book in the living room with the light dimmed. He had his reading glasses on, so focused on the words on the page before you walked over to him. “Going to bed?” He looked up from his book.

“Yeah,” you yawned, nodding your head.

“Well, alright. Goodnight, I love you.” He returns your kiss when you lean down to peck his lips.

“I love you too, daddy.” You smile, walking towards the bedroom. He goes back to reading his book, adjusting his glasses as he reads the next few lines on the page. Suddenly, he places the book on his lap and looks around the room. Nanami quickly gets up and follows you to the room, seeing that you’re already under the blankets.

“Honey?” He whispers.

“Yes, Kento?” You open your eyes to find him standing in the doorway.

“What did you say in the living room a few seconds ago?” He clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I love you?” You say, raising a brow.

“Yeah, that’s what, uh, I thought.” He bites the inside of his cheek, adjusting his glasses once more. “You sure that was all?” He furrows his brows.

“Yes, Kento, I’m sure.” You let out a tired sigh before turning over in the bed, pulling the covers over your face. “Goodnight, daddy.” You cover your mouth with your hand in attempts to hide your laughter.

You feel the bed sink beneath you, his hand coming up to pull the blanket from your face. “I don’t mind you calling me daddy, but please, don’t try and hide it. If you’d like to try something new just let me—”

“Ken, baby, it was a prank!” You sit up in bed, laughing. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” You hug him, kissing his cheek. “You thought I was being serious?”

“Well…yeah.” He blinks, cheeks flushed a light pink. “I…kinda like it,” he admits.

“Oh!” You say, slightly shocked. “I’ll keep that noted.”

GETO

You were getting ready to leave to the mall, grabbing your keys and slipping your shoes on at the front door. Geto walked over to say goodbye, grabbing at your hand. You kissed him quickly before saying, “bye, daddy.” You tried to rush out the door.

“Bye, mommy.” You quickly turned your head with a look of shock. Geto returned your expression, still holding your hand. “What?”

“What’d you just call me?” You shut the door, locking it.

“I didn’t say a word.” He shook his head at you. “You’re the one who said something.”

“No, no, don’t turn this around on me, Suguru Geto!” Your jaw dropped.

“You’re the one who called me daddy!” He retorted.

“Not even!” You quickly snap back.

“Yes, huh! Mommy!” He yelled, laughing at you.

“Not, uh! Daddy!” You shouted back at him before both you began laughing with each other. “You’re no fun, I was trying to prank you.” You pout.

“Can’t prank me, love.” He kissed the top of your head, slightly chuckling. “Have fun at the mall, m’kay?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I love you.”

“I love you too, mommy!” He joking says as you shut the door his face.

[jaylalolz]

BROTHERS BESTFRIEND!nicholas x BESTFRIENDS SISTER!reader 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

A/N, thank you angels for 100 followers. i love you guys !!🪽

SUMMARY, Nicholas was aware of the interest his best-friend's younger sister had for him. Therefore, he enters her room late at night and fulfills her wish.

WARNINGS, none

Nicholas had always been comfortable at Jake’s house. It was the kind of place where he could be himself, where time seemed to slow down, and all of life’s little stresses drifted away. Today was no different—he and Jake had spent the afternoon lounging on the couch, watching movies, and playing video games. Eventually, Jake disappeared downstairs to grab snacks, leaving Nicholas alone.

As he wandered through the hallway, something drew him toward her room. The door was slightly open, just enough for him to see the soft glow of fairy lights spilling out. Jake’s younger sister, was always around when Nicholas visited, but lately, he’d noticed things were... different. She seemed to linger longer in conversations, her gaze lingering on him with a look he couldn’t quite place. Jake had even joked about it. "You know, she kinda likes you," Jake had said with a laugh.

Now, standing in front of her door, that comment echoed in his mind. Curiosity tugged at him, and before he could overthink it, he knocked lightly.

“Yeah?” came her soft voice from inside.

Nicholas pushed the door open a little more. She was sitting on her bed, her back resting against the headboard, a book in her hands. She looked up, her face brightening as she saw him. The soft lighting from the fairy lights gave the room a warm, almost dreamlike atmosphere.

“Hey, Nick,” she said with a shy smile. “Looking for Jake?”

He shook his head, leaning against the doorframe. “No, he’s downstairs. I just... saw the light and thought I’d say hi.”

She closed her book and placed it on the nightstand beside her bed, her smile lingering. “Hi, then.”

There was something in her voice—an invitation, maybe. He wasn’t sure, but the way she looked at him with those wide, expressive eyes made his pulse quicken a little. Hesitating for just a moment, he stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him. He crossed the room and sat on the edge of her bed, trying not to feel the awkwardness that came with it.

Her room smelled faintly of vanilla and something floral, and everything about it—about her—felt soft and calming. He glanced around, taking in the books on her shelf, the posters of her favorite bands, and the string lights that cast a soft glow over everything.

“So,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “What are you reading?”

She glanced at the book and shrugged. “Nothing too exciting. Just something for school.” Her eyes flickered back to him, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. There was something unsaid hanging in the air, something both of them felt but neither had the courage to speak about.

He could see it in the way her gaze lingered on his face, how her lips parted slightly like she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how. And then, in a soft, almost nervous voice, she asked, “Nick... do you ever feel like... you’re missing something? Like, there’s something right in front of you but you don’t know how to reach for it?”

Her question caught him off guard. He wasn’t sure if she was talking about herself or something else, but the vulnerability in her voice made his heart skip a beat.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, his voice softer than before. “I know what you mean.”

The air between them grew thick with a tension Nicholas hadn’t expected. It wasn’t uncomfortable—it was something else. Something more charged, something he hadn’t been ready to face until now.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks flushing just slightly. She bit her lower lip, looking at him through her lashes, almost as if she was deciding whether to say something else. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... I think I’ve had a crush on you for a while now, Nick.”

Her words hung in the air, delicate and fragile. For a moment, neither of them moved. Nicholas felt his chest tighten, not with discomfort, but with a strange excitement. He had known, deep down, that something had been growing between them, but hearing her say it made it real in a way he hadn’t expected.

“I wasn’t sure if you noticed,” she added quickly, her cheeks now a deeper shade of pink.

Nicholas leaned in slightly, closing some of the distance between them, his heart beating a little faster. “I think... I’ve noticed.”

Her eyes met his, wide and searching. Neither of them said anything for a few moments, but the silence wasn’t awkward—it was full of possibilities. Nicholas felt himself leaning in more, his hand almost instinctively reaching for hers. She didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers intertwined with his, soft and warm.

He could see her breath hitch, her lips parting slightly as they sat there, inches apart. Nicholas could feel the moment building, that unspoken connection between them finally rising to the surface.

“I’ve thought about this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “about you.”

Nicholas smiled, feeling his own nerves giving way to something warmer, more certain. “Me too,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers.

And then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he leaned in the rest of the way, closing the small gap between them. Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It wasn’t rushed or forceful; it was sweet and gentle, the kind of kiss that said more than words ever could.

Her hand squeezed his slightly as she kissed him back, her lips soft and warm against his. The moment felt surreal, almost like a dream, but it was real—so real that Nicholas could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

When they finally pulled back, both of them were breathless, their foreheads almost touching. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him with a small, nervous smile.

“That was...” she started, her voice shaky but full of warmth.

“Yeah,” Nicholas finished for her, a smile tugging at his lips.

For a few moments, neither of them said anything. They just sat there, their hands still loosely intertwined, the weight of the kiss lingering between them. Everything felt different now, and yet, somehow, it felt like this was exactly where they were supposed to end up.

“I guess... we’re not missing anything anymore,” Nicholas said with a grin, his voice light.

She laughed softly, a sound that made Nicholas’s heart flutter all over again. “I guess not.”

As they sat there, side by side, the world outside her room seemed to fade away. There was just the two of them, and the quiet, undeniable connection that had been building for so long. And for the first time in a while, Nicholas felt like he had finally found something he hadn’t even realized he’d been searching for.

[paradiseismine]

experienced and older (2 years older) female reader x virgin mike wheeler, their encounter started with an innocent question from mike about kissing and led to so much more...

Good kisser - Mike Wheeler x reader

Pairing: virgin!Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) x experienced!f!reader

Warnings: slightly softer smut, virgin Mike, small age gap (reader is 2 years older than him)

Love note from Nina: YES. you read me like a book, anon. Mike Wheeler is all awkward and innocent, but also horny and needy as hell, and this is where it’s at. I had so much fun writing this, it’s almost criminal.

It was summer. You had built quite the reputation for yourself ever since you moved to Hawkins and all the boys wanted something with you: the foreign girl with the cute accent, who always had stories about her travels and was so smart, mysterious and captivating in everything she did. You were a novelty, bringing your sexual liberation and lack of prejudice under your arm as you walked into that small town.

On the other hand, you were feeling kinda bored lately. Craving connection, romance, something exciting to get you out of your comfort zone. You couldn’t possibly imagine what would happen between you and Mike Wheeler, that nerdy lanky boy, when you first got acquainted. He was friends with your neighbor, a ginger girl named Max, who would occasionally drop by at your place to talk and maybe watch a movie together. You didn’t know much about him, but you always thought he was a cutie.

That’s exactly what was crossing your mind on that Saturday evening: Max and her boyfriend, Lucas, were over at your place for pizza, and Mike tagged along. Michael Wheeler had just turned 18 and was a senior in Hawkins High, the city in which he had lived his whole life; whereas you were pushing 20, having lived with the circus and moving around with it since the age of 12.

“Babe, maybe we should get home soon, mom might get worried” Max told Lucas, her hand gently caressing his as they sat next to you on the couch.

“Right, I don’t want to disappoint Mrs. Mayfield” he laughed, standing up. “Thank you for everything, y/n, you’re one of our nicest friends…”

“Should I get jealous then?” Mike joked, standing up as well. Max and Lucas bid you and him goodbye before leaving. Only you and Mike remained on your living room now.

“Maybe I should get going too, I don’t wanna be a bother, you know…” he licked his lips in a shy manner.

“You’re not a bother at all, silly” you smiled at him. “If you wanna stay, then you should stay… We haven’t gotten the chance to get to know each other properly yet, have we? I’d love to talk if you wish to stay a bit longer…”

Mike couldn’t even be discreet about it, he was smiling ear to ear at the thought that you desired his company, that you were ok with sitting there, just the two of you, for God knows how much longer.

You tried to keep the conversation going, wanting to prolong his stay at your house.

The two of you sat side by side on the couch and you asked him about his friends, his family, his story, everything. At some point, the conversation shifted back to your life.

“Anyone that’s caught your eye here in Hawkins?” he asked, studying your face. “I know the boys talk a lot about how interesting you are…”

“The boys that came up to me so far didn’t make me feel anything special, I guess…” you shrugged. “How about you? Any girl that made your heart beat faster, Mikey?”

He laughed, coming off a bit nervous. “Not really, no… Well, uh, actually…”

You smiled. A pretty boy like Mike must always have someone pining over him.

“There’s something I… I’ve been meaning to ask you, you know…” he seemed to be working up the courage to continue talking. “Y/n, I was… I was just wondering…” he stuttered, his sweaty palms slowly rubbing against one another nervously. “Well, you’re an older girl… Not like, super older, I mean, we’re just two years apart, and you look gorgeous, you’re stunning, I mean…”

“Mike” you reassured him, head slightly tilted to the side, caressing his upper arm. “It’s ok… What is it that you’re trying to tell me?”

“How does one know if they’re a good kisser?” he blurted out, speaking a bit too fast, but you were able to understand him.

Your mouth opened slightly in what turned out to be a smile, as you tried not to chuckle at him, and not give him any signs on how ADORABLE that question was.

“Hm…” you rested your chin on your palm. “Kissing is supposed to bring connection between two people who like each other, or that are attracted to each other, at least… So if you kiss someone and sense that you’re both in the same rhythm and wanting the same thing at that moment, then you’re a good kisser.”

“Oh” he answered, thinking. “Could you be a bit more… Specific, maybe? I think I have some other questions.”

As you two talked, it became obvious - not only you were far more experienced than him sexually/amorously, but also just in general. Mike was a small town boy, surprisingly still quite innocent regarding girls and intimacy. He had never watched any porn VHS, neither stolen any of his father’s Playboy magazines.

Heck, the only time he’d ever seen a girl naked was when he accidentally walked in on his friend changing. Not only was that awkward as hell, but that was IT. He had never gone any further than a few pecks with a girl. Nothing, really.

There was something so hot about the idea of teaching him how to kiss, how to touch a girl properly… You could feel your legs softening like spaghetti just thinking about it.

“Would you… want me to teach you?” you finally got brave enough to ask. “You know, kissing and stuff like that?”

“Would you… do that for me?” His eyes widened. You were so pretty, he couldn’t believe you were offering him such a thing.

“Of course… You’re beautiful, Mikey. It’d be a pleasure to kiss you.” you chuckled. It was funny to you that a boy like him would think so badly of himself for having a certain set of interests or not being good at sports.

He tucked a hair strand behind your ear, before lingering his touch on your cheek and slowly leaning in. You smiled briefly and leaned in as well, closing your eyes to savor the moment.

You kissed him chastely, just lightly touching your lips to his, testing the waters. He didn’t seem uncomfortable, so you proceeded. His lips were soft and perfect for some love bites, but you had to take it slow.

Once he appeared more accustomed to the touch, you parted his lips softly and slid your tongue in between them. He let out a little surprised whimper, but didn’t stop you. You could feel his heartbeat quickening, as did yours.

“Is this okay?” you spoke softly, your hand caressing his cheek, eyes carefully studying his face. “Does it feel good when I kiss you?”

Mike’s cheeks were tinted a dark shade of pink, and felt pretty hot against your palm.

“Really good” he whispered, not being able to look into your eyes. “Can I… Can we do it again?”

“Of course, love. C’mere” you put your lips back to his, still keeping a lighter touch, afraid you’d scare him off.

You kissed him once again, more rhythmically this time, a much wetter and much more intense kiss. In no time, you two were fully making out. For someone who was apparently afraid of not being a good kisser, so much so that he asked for tutoring, Mike was definitely a straight A student. That being said, he was probably ready for the next chapter of the book.

You let go of the kiss slowly, putting your hand to his nape and grabbing some of his hair gently in your hand. He seemed confused for a second, but shivered immediately as your lips touched his neck with open mouthed kisses. Your lips traveled up and down his slender neck, then went all the way up to his ear, nibbling softly on his earlobe. Mike’s entire body quivered under your touch, as a faint, timid moan escaped his swollen red lips.

“Is this ok, Mikey? Do you want to… you know, keep going?”

“I-I’d love to, if that’s what you want too”, he said, in a tone that still sounded a bit like a moan.

“Stand up, will you?” you asked him. He obliged immediately, and you stood up as well. You put him up against the wall and stood on your tip toes in order to reach for his lips with your own. Your chests, now glued to each other, fluttered as you continued to kiss passionately. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and that made you, somehow, even wetter than you already were.

Mike put his arms around your waist, pulling your body impossibly closer to his in a clumsy movement. His skin was absurdly hot and flushed, as if he had gotten a fever. You could tell he was feeling a bit more comfortable now, as his hands started to wander.

“Is… is this okay?” he asked shyly as his right hand had reached further down your back, mere inches from your butt. “Can I touch you?”

“Of course, Mikey” you rubbed your nose against his, playfully. “Everything is ok. If anything is not, I’ll let you know, don’t worry. Just follow your heart, do what you feel like doing. Can you do that?”

“I’ll… I’ll try…” he put his lips back to yours and his left hand to the back of your hair, breathless, as his right hand traveled even further down, and groped your butt hungrily. It felt so good, that boy was gonna drive you crazy. He had barely touched you yet, but you were so attracted to him, so eager for more, ugh…

He reached under the baggy T-shirt you were wearing, his hands slow-dancing around the circumference of your waist, feeling every inch of your smooth skin against his fingertips. You moaned softly into the kiss, and Mike’s arms trembled around your body. That boy was putty in your hands.

Something in him seemed to shift as soon as he worked up the courage to reach for your breasts under your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra, so his hands met your hot skin right away. He squeezed them carefully, grazing his thumbs against your hardened nipples.

You knew he wanted to take your shirt off, but was probably too shy to ask for it. So, you took the first step, gently breaking the kiss to speak.

“Can I take your shirt off?” you asked softly, almost whispering. “It’s ok if you’re not comfortable, I won’t think any less of you”, you reassured him.

“It’s… it’s ok, I want you to touch me”, he nodded. “And I want to touch you as well, if that’s okay...”

“I very much want to be touched by you, Mikey” you whispered, leaning in and biting his bottom lip sensually, as you kissed him once more.

Your hands reached for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up and off his body, parting the kiss to do so. Once the garment hit the floor, you roamed your hands over his bare chest while putting your lips to the side of his neck and up to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe once again. Mike hissed and quivered under your touch. You kissed further down his neck and into his chest, no longer on your tiptoes.

His voice was raspy as he called out your name, making you break the kiss and pay attention to him. “Can I… Can I take your shirt off too?”

You nodded and raised your arms, letting him undress you. As your T-shirt came off, Mike’s eyes went wide. His hands grabbed your breasts once again, as his eyes watched his own movements, mesmerized. He kissed your neck in return, lips going down your chest to finally kiss your breasts. He took one of your nipples in between his lips, suckling gently as you moaned into his touch.

“Is.. Is this o…” he let go of your nipple for a second, breathless, not being able to finish his phrase, as you guided his head closer into your chest again. He went right back to suckling your nipple, delighted at the feeling, but not as much as you. His dark eyes shot up at yours this time, making it all even more intimate and sensual. He suckled on the other nipple, getting even more moans from you.

“Y/n” he panted, seeming drunk on pleasure, and you had barely even touched him yet. “How do I… you know… make you… feel good?” his face was flushed as he spoke, and you felt an instant rush between your thighs, getting even wetter at the mere thought of him pleasing you. Gosh, you’d be soaked when he finally touched you.

“I’ll show you, Mikey… Can we go to bed?”

“Sure” he promptly agreed, fixing his bangs, still trying to normalize his breathing.

He followed you into your bedroom and you shut the door behind yourself. You didn’t have to, your roommates were out of town for the whole week, but still, you wanted him to feel as safe as possible.

”Lay back”, you nearly ordered, softly pushing his shoulders onto the bed, and he did as he was told. Shirtless Mike could be a painting hanging in the Louvre - his milky perfect skin, lightly toned figure, jet black hair all messy and soft, plus those plump red lips.

He was so beautiful… Mikey had said he wanted to please you, but you wanted to see what was hiding underneath those jeans so bad…

You took off your pants and lied on top of him, immediately going for another kiss. His hands grabbed your butt once again, more firmly this time, but soon traveled up towards your back. His fingertips lightly grazing your bare skin sent shivers down your spine, as you put your mouth to his ear and moaned his name like a prayer.

Your lips found his neck yet again, then his chest, where you could feel his heart thumping with a mere peck. You left a trail of wet kisses down Mike’s stomach, whilst his moans and quivers were noticeable, and he seemed to shiver with anticipation as you unbuttoned his jeans and slowly took them off. His shoes were already off the minute he entered your home, so it was much easier to do so.

Your fingers toyed with his briefs’ elastic band, before gently peeling them off, leaving him completely bare in front of you. His length probably a bit above average, and his girth impressive… You couldn’t help but take his cock in your dominant hand, analyzing it while slowly pumping him even harder than he already was.

You took Mike’s hardened length in between your lips and gently suckled on its pinkish tip, looking up at him to catch any displeased reactions. What your eyes saw, on the other hand, was his lips squished together and his eyes shut, fluttering behind his eyelids.

“Let out any sounds you wish to make, baby” you interrupted your suckling, looking up at him with kind eyes. “I’d love to hear them”, and resumed your work.

As your mouth engulfed his length once again, Mike moaned softly at the touch, supporting himself in his elbows in order to look at you while you touched him.

You took as much of his length into your throat as you possibly could, hands caressing his testicles, nails gently scratching his thighs. His moaning got a bit louder, as his right hand shakily went for the back of your head, as if to keep it there, but also to stop you if needed. When he opened his mouth to speak again, it all became clear.

“Y/n, I just… Maybe I won’t be able to hold it in if you…” he panted while your mouth relentlessly licked and sucked, head bobbing up and down that thick shaft. “I’ll… I’ll make a mess on your bed…”

You stopped briefly, only to reassure him.

“Mikey, love, I want to please you… Let yourself go, I’ll swallow every drop, is that ok? There’ll be no mess, don’t worry”, you said, looking into his eyes and then taking his length back into your mouth, picking up from where you had left off.

Mike’s body trembled, moans escaping his lips as you continued to bob your head up and down, hands following the mouth’s movements, and soon after, he let out a louder, distinct moan. You opened your mouth slightly, with his tip still inside, pumping his cock until you could feel his warm, thick seed squirt inside your mouth, giving him the perfect view of his first orgasm granted by someone else.

He panted, relieved, as his dripping tip threatened to leave your mouth - but not before you could lick it perfectly clean, as you had promised. It took him a second to register what had just happened.

“Oh my God, Y/n, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to finish so soon…” he apologized, standing up quickly and seeming utterly disappointed at himself. “I-I know girls don’t like it when guys… you know… Finish way too soon, I just-“

“Don’t say that, Mikey” you interrupted, standing up as well and embracing him tightly. “An important part of sex is pleasing your partner selflessly, ok? I wanted to make you cum, I wanted to see you come undone under my touch…”

“Can I do the same to you now, then? I really want to please you too…”

“Of course you can, love”, you smiled, caressing his cheek again. “Touch me.”

The boy needed no other warning. His hands went for your waist hungrily, his lips now kissing your neck and chest again, pushing your body lightly so he could pin you down on the bed. His hands were rather shaky, but it was so good to see him loosening up a bit.

He mirrored your movements, also splaying kisses down your torso, up until he reached your lower belly and faced your clothed pussy. His eyes met yours for permission, and as you nodded, he gently slid your panties down your legs, discarding them on the floor.

He then spread your thighs slowly, eyes glued to the view of your slick folds, glistening with arousal, pulsating uncontrollably around nothing, eager to be filled. His index finger touched the area first, circling your entrance. Your muscles clenched around the very tip of his finger, causing him to hiss with desire.

“You’re so wet… you’re soaked, y/n…”

“I want you so bad, Mike…” you grabbed his right hand and aligned his finger with your clit. “You can rub here very gently, ok? It is very sensitive, but it’ll make me feel really good if you’re delicate…”

He nodded, his slick pointer finger rubbing soft circles around your clit, bringing a moan to your lips after a few swirls. You could see a smile across his face for a second, like a child who’d finally figure out how to play with a new, more complicated toy than what they were used to. He kept circling your clit gently, testing out speeds and angles, and seeing what made you quiver and moan the most.

After mastering that game, he kept going and going, not falling out of that perfect rhythm for a second, until an orgasm ripped through your body, a louder moan leaving your lips, your eyes squeezed shut and tearful.

Once you had ridden out of your high, he noticed your tears and stopped his movements immediately.

“Oh-oh my God, y/n, you’re crying…” he held your hand and kissed it, worriedly. “Did-did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I-“

“Mikey, darling” you panted, a naughty smile still playing around your lips. “That was amazing, baby. You did really good… Those are tears of joy, at most. Don’t worry your pretty little heart”, you kissed his lips tenderly.

“That… that was a very beautiful sight” he admitted, a bit embarrassed. “Your mouth all open, your eyes squeezed, your back arching… You’re even more beautiful to look at, you know, when you cum…”

You chuckled, finding him even more adorable than before. He lowered his body once again, like he had done to touch you before, looking at your opened labia, glistening even more with arousal.

“Can I… can I put my lips to it? Is it like kissing?”

“It is a lot like kissing, baby… See this part right here?” You brought your own hand down to show him your clit. “This is where you had put your finger, it’s the place you should kiss the most, ok? It is, indeed, the most delicate part of a woman’s flower, so again, be gentle… But this is where nearly all of the pleasure comes from”.

He nodded slowly, like a student who would now take an important test, and Mike had no intention of failing. His lips tended very gently to your flower, like the first peck you had given him today, and he seemed to remember what you taught him all too well. He opened his lips and flicked his tongue onto your clit, earning himself a moan. He knew pretty damn well what that meant, and kept going.

His tongue would flick and lick and roll over your clit, one of his fingers now also joining the mixture, slowly entering your drenched hole. He could feel it pulsating around his digit with each flick of his tongue, and as you came undone under his touch, he could feel your tight hole clenching mercilessly around his finger. He could only imagine how that would feel around his cock. You saw stars as you came down from your high, moaning softly, until you touched his face, gesturing for him to stop.

“You’re so good at this, Mikey” you panted, feeling lightheaded from such pleasure. “You’re a natural”, you praised, “But I believe you’re ready for your final lesson of the day, aren’t you?”

You sat up and kissed his lips once again, tasting yourself in them. You had noticed he was hard as a rock again, and quickly reached for a condom in your nightstand.

“Can I show you how to put one of these on?”, you ripped the small package with your fingertips as he agreed.

You sucked on his cock a bit more, just to relax him and make sure he was as hard as he could be. Then, you rolled the condom into his length all the way down.

He lied on top of you and aligned himself with your entrance, slowly sliding into your tight slit. Inch by inch, you could see his eyes fluttering as he got acquainted with the new sensation. Once his shaft was completely buried in you, he timidly thrusted, moaning softly as you kissed his lips to delight this moment as much as you could.

“Can I… Can we do this in a different way? I mean, not me on top of you?”, he whispered, his cheeks flushed again.

“It’s ok, baby boy, do as you wish” you whispered back into his ear and licked his earlobe. “I’m all yours, you do whatever you want to me.”

”What… whatever I want?” he repeated, incredulous.

“Absolutely, love… What are you thinking of?”

He gestured for you to get on your hands and knees, so you complied. It was so cute to finally see him letting loose. His hands groped your hips, bringing you closer to his throbbing erection, and he slowly inserted himself back into your drenched slit. He thrusted and thrusted, moaning with you with each rock of your hips. His thrusts became harder and sloppier, and it was clear he couldn’t hold it in for much longer.

“Cum for me, baby” you looked back at Mike, giving him the naughtiest look ever.

Mike let out a loud moan and panted heavily as he spilled into the condom, his mouth agape and his entire body shaking. He removed himself from you slowly, afraid he’d hurt you. As Mikey noticed you were fine, he quickly tied up the condom and discarded it on a nearby bin.

“Wow” he panted, his heart still beating out of his chest. “Thank you for this… You’re so beautiful, y/n…”

You put your hands to his cheeks again. “You too, Mikey. I’m so glad I got to be your first, you have no idea… How about some cuddles and a nap now?”

“As you wish, ma’m” he chuckled, laying down on the bed and pulling you closer, so your head would be on his chest.

You snuggled up in each others arms and slept soundly for the whole night, without a care in the world. Michael Wheeler turned out to be that very something you were craving earlier - and most definitely a good kisser.

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Hi, I'd like to suggest a prompt for Kinktober, if that's okay! If you haven't picked something for Satan yet, I'd like to offer: mutual masturbation!

Maybe it's started by a spicy erotic novel they're reading together (maybe they didn't know that the sex scenes would be so explicit, or so numerous) or maybe they're watching a romance movie together in Satan or MCs bedroom, and the film is much more adult than they were anticipating?

And the tension just keeps growing until the arousal is too much to endure, and MC is crossing their legs and squirming to resist the urge to touch themself - when they notice that Satan is subtly/subconsciously palming the bulge in his pants. When Satan notices he's been caught, that's it, neither of them can take it any more.

There's something about being so turned on that you HAVE to touch yourself, even if someone else is right there. And watching each other just makes it feel even better ♡

Hi there, anon!

So I kinda combined the novel and movie situation, but this is taking place in MC's bedroom. You gave me so much detail! I tried to incorporate it all, so hopefully it turned out okay!

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Satan

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: mutual masturbation

You were sitting next to Satan on your bed, both of you situated comfortably, prepared to watch a movie.

It was an adaptation of a romance novel you had read together. It turned out to be far more explicit than either of you had expected and during the time you'd been reading it, both of you had deliberately avoided talking about the overabundance of sex scenes.

When Satan suggested this movie based on the book, he had acknowledged it for the first time. He told you that the movie was less steamy than the book, a little bit of a blush on his cheeks as he said it.

About a third of the way through the movie, you began to wonder if it really was more tame than the book. The characters on screen were currently moaning and gasping passionately. You figured it must just be this one scene. Certainly they wouldn't include any of the others.

This assumption was proven wrong as scene after scene presented itself to you, now in movie form. At this point, you might as well have been watching porn.

But it was good porn. There was still a nice story, the romance was intense and passionate, and if anything, it made you feel a little… tingly.

You tried desperately not to squirm, actively sitting on your hands in an attempt to prevent yourself from touching where you shouldn't. Despite all this, you couldn't prevent yourself from rubbing your thighs together.

You glanced at Satan, hoping against hope that he wouldn't notice how turned on you were.

To your complete surprise, you saw him with his hand on the bulge in his pants. He didn't seem to notice at first, his eyes fully on the screen where yet another compromising scene had begun.

You looked away, but then you looked back again. The movement must have caught Satan's eye because this time he looked right at you.

Your eyes met. Satan blushed and looked away.

"I'm sorry, MC," he said. "This movie is far more… suggestive than I was lead to believe."

You laughed a little. "Yeah, I'm feeling a little desperate over here…"

Your eyes met again. The only sound in the room at that moment was the moaning from the TV.

You groaned. "I can't take it anymore."

Satan sucked in a breath as you slowly slid your hand past the waistband of your pants. You gasped a little as your fingers finally reached the throbbing warmth between your legs.

Satan made a low strangled noise before unzipping his own pants and setting his cock free. You weren't surprised to see how hard it was, its tip glistening with pre-cum.

You were already turned toward him, but now Satan moved his body just enough so that he could see you. He watched as you tugged your pants down further, giving him a full view of you touching yourself. He moaned at the sight, his hand grasping his cock and pumping it languidly, as though he was afraid to go too fast.

The movie's scene switched to a rolling countryside, but the two of you weren't paying attention anymore. You're eyes were only on each other.

Satan began to stroke himself with more speed and intensity. You matched his pace, syncing your movements to his. This seemed to surprise him and his blush deepened significantly as he moaned your name softly, causing a stab of desire to run all the way through you. You whined at the way the bright pleasure was pooling in your belly.

You began to squirm, unable to hold still as you felt yourself reaching your climax.

Satan's voice was strained as he moaned out your name again. "MC… I'm - ah - ah!"

Watching him spurting cum across the blanket was enough to tip you over the edge. You cried his name as you came, too.

For a moment, both of you sat there, panting, hands still but lingering as though neither of you wanted it to end. Satan held your gaze, a hungry look in his eyes that made you shiver slightly.

"That was hot," you said, sighing a little.

Satan looked at your bed and frowned. "I'm sorry about your blanket. I'll wash it for you."

You laughed. "I made just as much of a mess as you did."

And yet when the movie's credits finally began to roll, Satan carefully rolled up your blanket and took it with him to be washed. He later left it on your bed, clean and folded, with the second book in the series sitting on top of it. There was a note that said, They've made a movie of this one, too.

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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[pricelessemotion]

love is kinda crazy (with a spooky little boy like you) | E.M.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: [2.4k] eddie takes you on that halloween date. it doesn’t go quite like you expected.

warnings: pure fluff, a little awkward date shenanigans, r is described as having frizzy hair and wearing prescription glasses, r also has an (unnamed) sister

a/n: ah! i’ve been dying to write and post a part two for this fic since halloween and i thought there was no better time to post it than now! happy valentine’s day 🖤

masterlist | part one

“There, perfect!” Your sister punctuates the end of her makeover with the snap of her powder compact and the flourish of a makeup brush. 

You turn slowly, the pink cushioned stool a little wobbly under your unsteady frame. Your reflection looks comical, all blurred edges and wavy lines. Without your glasses, the bedroom vanity has turned into a funhouse mirror. 

“What does it matter if I’m going on a date with him if I can barely see him?”

You don’t need glasses to know that she’s rolling her eyes. Even though you can’t quite see her, you can hear her exasperation in the way she’s loudly chewing her gum. “You’re going to the movies, you’re barely gonna be able to see him anyway. Besides, you’ll be able to see him when he’s close enough to kiss and that’s the whole point.”

You blink each eye one at a time, trying to gauge which one is better. Your left eye is slightly clearer, though the difference is negligible. “I think you’re severely overestimating my eyesight.” 

“I think you’re severely underestimating my dating advice.” She blows a bubble, the view of her face becoming a bright pink smudge before it pops and she continues smacking. “Just trust me, it’ll all be fine.”

You do trust her. Even though she has spent the last two hours plucking and primping and preening, you want to take her advice. She’s not doing this to be condescending or controlling. She’s genuinely excited that you have a date, even more so that it’s with a living breathing human boy and not another library book. 

You don’t have much experience. With dating, with seeing someone, with kissing someone. What it means to be dating someone versus what it means to be seeing someone. What you’re supposed to do when you kiss someone. I mean, are your lips supposed to be on top of each other or are they supposed to interlock like the teeth of a zipper? Yeesh, you didn’t even wanna think about how teeth and tongues factor into the equation. 

These types of questions would usually be the kind that you would ask an older sister. You’ve just never had the bravery to say them out loud. Sure, you’ve watched romance movies and rewound and observed so much that you were afraid the tape in the VHS was going to break. And you’ve read enough romance that Ms. Marissa gives you side-eye when you pass the library’s reception desk. But there’s a difference between fiction and real life. A bridge you’ve yet to cross. You’re sure that you’re going to need all the help you can get.  

So, you heed her advice. You let her spray you with enough Aquanet to try to keep the flyaways at bay. You let her paint your lips with a shimmery pink lip gloss that isn’t too sticky and tastes like vanilla. You don’t, however, let her see you sneak the thick frames into your bag for emergencies. If it were up to her, the frames would be set out with Thursday’s garbage and you’d be wearing contacts like everyone else in your age group. 

She drops you off at The Hawk with another smack of her bubblegum and a reassuring pat on the shoulder. She barely waits for you to close the door of the station wagon before she’s speeding away, her Halloween plans including a keg, a pushup bra, and a slightly inebriated Steve Harrington. 

Eddie’s easy to spot. His silhouette sticks out against the brick building, white shirt, black leather, and blue denim against a red background. He lights up when he sees you and it’s the first time you’ve understood the meaning of the phrase. Since you can’t quite see his face clearly, you’re paying extra attention to his body. The way he pushes off the wall to stand tall. The way his shoulders visibly relax. You bet that they could see his smile all way in Indianapolis. 

“I know you’re usually supposed to give flowers on dates, but this is the best I could do.” 

He presents an origami paper flower in the shape of a rose. It’s made from binder paper, evident by the familiar feel of it in your hands. The folds are a bit unsure. There’s evidence of it being undone and folded again with a cleaner precision, you can feel the wear and tear on the paper with your fingertips. You’re dumbfounded. 

“Thank you,” You whisper, twirling the stem between your thumb and forefinger, watching the rosebud spin. “No one’s ever gotten me flowers before.” 

“Never?” He gapes at you in apparent disbelief before he schools his expression. “Well then, I’m glad to be the first.” He offers his arm to you like a real gentleman and you take it. 

The leather in the crook of his elbow is cold to the touch, but being in such close proximity you can feel the body heat radiating off of him. 

“It’s a continuous marathon, so they’re showing movies all night. We can start with any one that you want.” He gestures up to the marquee above the concession stand. When you look up to the sign, the words might as well be written in Cyrillic the way the letters all blur together. 

After a trip to the concessions stand, the two of you eventually settle on The Exorcist, which you had decided to cling to after Eddie’s nervous yet adorable rambling about which movie would be better to start with. 

Horror movies are even scarier when you can’t tell what’s going on. It didn’t occur to you how much you relied on sight to be able to mentally prepare for jump scares. Eddie must think you’re a total wimp the way you practically leap out of your seat at every flash on the silver screen that accompanies a discordant string of violins. 

You jump when you feel a hand brush your bicep, your arms flinging out. It’s much too late when you realize that intimate touch was Eddie trying to figure out if you were alright. The large Coke that Eddie had gotten–two straws because he said he didn’t wanna be presumptuous–the casualty of your fright. The flimsy lid pops off like it has nothing better to do and the dark brown liquid splashes over the arm of the seat right into Eddie’s lap. 

Eddie recoils, half-jumping and half-hovering in his seat because he just got a handful of ice-cold soda in his crotch. The people behind you are jeering, grumbling about the disturbance and Eddie half-whispers fucking shit under his breath, in what you’re sure must be a mixture of disdain and disgust.  

You pull napkins out of your purse and thrust them in Eddie’s direction before rushing out of the theater, chest heaving and eyes stinging. 

It’s a wonder you don’t trip and fall on your way out. You’ve walked these dimly lit halls hundreds of times, so luckily instinct and muscle memory win out and you make it out of the theater mostly unscathed, just with a few bruises on each shoulder. Nothing compared to the mortification of what had happened inside. 

Because it’s October in Indiana and you can’t seem to catch a break, it’s raining. Only every so slightly, but enough that you’d be soaked to the bone if you walked home thanks to your sister’s insistence that you dress for fashion and not function. You huddle close to the payphone, pondering if you have enough change to call around and get your sister to pick you back up because no way are you waking up your parents for this. 

The doors to the theater creak open behind you and suddenly you’re not alone anymore. The biting cold chills you to the bone but it’s Eddie’s presence behind you that sets you on fire. 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

Maybe it’s because you’ve spent the last hour and a half in the dark with your nerves on edge, but the tenderness in Eddie’s voice makes your throat constrict. 

“I’m sorry,” You blubber. “I’m so embarrassed. I just wanted everything to be perfect and I ruined it.” 

“Hey. Hey.” Eddie repeats himself more forcefully when you don’t meet his gaze the first time, “You didn’t ruin anything. It’s just a little soda. I’ll live.” 

His fingers rub the back of your hands in a soothing motion. Back and forth, thumbs caressing the valleys between your knuckles. He’s close enough that his features are almost in focus. You still have to squint. 

“You keep doing that.” He points his fingers toward your furrowed brow before mimicking the action on his own face. The finger is not accusatory, it just seems like Eddie likes to talk with his hands. 

You sigh, a resigned and weary sound. “My sister convinced me that I shouldn’t wear my glasses.” 

Eddie makes a face that you can’t quite discern in the dark before letting out a soft hmph! “Your sister kinda sounds a little mean.” 

“She means well.” You defend, weakly. You love your sister to death but there are times that your differences become much too apparent and that leaves you with nothing to do but suffer the consequences. This is one of those times. 

“Did you bring them with you?” 

“Yeah,” You reach into your bag, finding the frames folded into one of the inner pockets. 

Eddie takes them and puts them on you. “You keep doing that.” You murmur, a repeat of his earlier accusation. Now, though, you both know it’s in reference to him adjusting your glasses not just once but twice. 

“It gives me an excuse to be close to you.” 

You can see him with unrelenting clarity now. The little crinkles next to his eyes as he smiles warmly down at you. The way the slight breeze has carried the miserable drizzle under the theater awning. The way that drizzle clings to his curly hair like dewdrops on morning grass. You almost robbed yourself of all of this, and for what? Eddie knows what you look like. 

“Y’know what I thought when I saw you yesterday?” Yesterday, when you had been wearing a witch hat on top of your frizzy hair and the same Coke bottle glasses that sit on the slope of your nose now. “I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I thought I made a fool outta myself and that you wouldn’t give me the time of day, not in a million years.” 

“The whole scaredy cat schtick was quite endearing I must say.” 

He nods seriously, just a slight hint of a smirk on his face. “I try my best.” 

You look down at the seat of his pants. Sure enough, there’s a dark stain splashed right across his crotch.“Oh god. I'm so sorry. Again” 

“What did I tell you about apologizing?”

“You didn’t say anything about apologizing.” 

“Well then, this is me saying something. Stop apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for.” 

“It looks like you pissed yourself,” You wail mournfully. 

“Well, that definitely makes me feel better.” Eddie jests before he tugs you into his chest and plants his chin on top of your head. 

You nuzzle your face into his sternum, appreciating the soft hiss he lets out when your cold nose touches his warm skin. You inwardly groan because, quite frankly, there’s nothing more embarrassing than running out of a nearly full movie theater the way that you did. The only thing more embarrassing than that, you think, is going back inside after having embarrassed yourself. You tell Eddie as much, with the reassurance that you don’t want the date to end and if he really wants to, you can go back inside and finish the movie. He’s already tugging you toward his van that’s parked on the other side of the street, saying the six words that make your night:

“I own The Exorcist on VHS.”

You spend the entire time back in the trailer park cuddled up having quiet conversation about gory practical effects over a bowl of microwaved popcorn. The closest he gets to kissing you is when you duck into his chest to hide and his lips brush your temple. He could’ve lived off of that single brush for the rest of his life if he had to. 

When Eddie pulls up to your house later that night, he really does mean to give you an innocent kiss goodnight. The neighborhood is quiet, seeing as it’s probably been an hour since the children of Hawkins had fallen into their sugar-induced comas. He turns the engine off and shifts towards you, his smile both giddy and shy while he tells you that he had a really good time tonight. You mirror his expression and tell him the same. You both lean forward, chests rising and falling in tandem, noses brushing. 

When you finally make it past the front door, your lips are swollen and your glasses are fogged up. You kick off your shoes and pad up the carpeted steps two at a time, racing to your bedroom window. When you turn on your lamp and look out to the tree-lined street, Eddie waves at you, his rings glinting in the streetlight. You wave back, watching the van disappear into the distance. 

“Hey,” Your sister is leaning against the doorframe, smiling like the cat who got the cream.

“How’d it go?” You’re already slightly aware of the answer since she’s standing in front of you with a freshly washed face and hand-me-down pajamas instead of in an empty house in Loch Nora. 

She shrugs noncommittally, “It was a bust.” 

You hum in solemn solidarity, trying to tug the grin on your face into a much more situationally appropriate neutral expression. You feel for her and you don’t want to rub it in her face that you had such a good time, despite her advice. Unfortunately, you do not seem to have as much control over your facial muscles as you think you do. Your sister sees right through you, grabbing the purple throw pillow at the foot of the bed and launching it at your face telling you to shut up. You catch it before it has the chance to hit you, huffing with righteous indignation at her before the two of you collapse onto the bed in muffled laughter. 

“So, how’d it go?” She whispers in your direction, mindful of your sleeping parents down the hall. 

You trace your cupid’s bow, feeling the chapped and swollen skin for the hundredth time that night. You turn your head toward hers, readjusting your glasses when they slide down your nose. 

“It was perfect.” 

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[marlinspirkhall]

I watched the unaired Selection pilots so you don't have to

But, if you want to, you can do so here, and here (password: “selection”), credit to Media Garage on YouTube

Edit: links no longer active

The Selection (2012)

Strong Hunger Games vibes throughout, the plain-text opening screen isn't helping

Stock-footage of rolling hills gets replayed way too much

ETHAN PECK?

Unlike in the books, America only finds out she's been entered into The Selection after she gets selected, so the plot point about the photoshoot & her radiant smile being the thing which gets her selected no longer applies, I guess

Everyone in the YouTube comments was saying that Aspen and Maxon were miscast & the actors' roles should have been swapped (... No comment. I believe in you, Mr Peck)

This castle is looks too small to fit 24 TV show contestants in it

Fiona, unprompted: “Can you keep a secret, America?”

America: “I have been known to”

Fiona: “I play the violin”

Okay? (This is actually a very sweet moment and, again, Fiona may be the best actress in this)

This episode covered a significant portion of the first book, out of order, which makes me wonder if the intention was to cover all 3 books in one series.

This almost feels like half of a film, making me wonder if someone adapted a film spec script into a tv show spec script

Apparently, Fiona has a secret child and Celeste knows about it, causing Fiona to drop out on day one and tearfully warn America to “trust no one, there's no such thing as friends here”- which is a fucking wild thing to say when she's probably the only contestant who's been nice to America so far & Celeste didn't even need to get to know her to know her secrets because she has spies anyway 😭

It's worth reminding you that they have been at the palace for one entire day total

You think Queen Amberly is being fleshed out in this version but... Hmm

Amberly appears to be the one pulling the strings from behind the scenes (she confronts Celeste about extorting Fiona, tells her "she would have gone home in due time" and to "leave America to me. Anything we do to try and separate them [her and Maxom] will only make him want her more")

Again: IT HAS BEEN A DAY

America sees her servant gathering all her dresses (none of which she has used yet, bar the yellow and green ones) including the iconic blue one from the book cover. America asks what's happening and the servant replies: “Prince Maxom's orders”

Cut to America's family. They open a box with a glittering pair of high heels inside. I guess this is supposed to mirror the part of the book where Maxom cuts off the stipend for 2's and 3's who are in the selection?

If you think this version feels unfaithful to the book, just wait until you see The CW's pilot

IT HAS BEEN ONE DAY

Runtime: one day 45 minutes

Final rating: 5/10, kinda long and stiff in places and the set design was all over the place. Felt like a Hallmark movie (the set design didn't help). Probably would watch another episode of this if it was a full series or a limited series of 3-6 episodes. A little script-doctoring and a better set would work wonders.

The Selection (2013)

I cannot stress enough: this version begins with a sex scene between Maxom and a servant

Okay, I got ahead of myself; it actually begins with another hunger-games-esque black screen with text on it, text which reads “Someday, in the future”, which is read aloud by a woman's voice.

We zoom in on a much roomier-looking castle on a hill, as a random whip sound effect plays (leading into the sex scene, in which no whips are present)

All the female servants in the palace are dressed in sexy maid costumes and I wish I was kidding

The world map explaining the history of Illea is CONFUSING AS HELL, but maybe they hadn't nailed down all the details yet. I'm genuinely not sure

ANTONY HEAD?

Aspen is introduced tied to a St Andrew's cross and being watched over by a guard. America asks the guard to free him, he chases her through the streets, she circles back and cuts Aspen down

America's selection is similar to the 2012 pilot, except Aspen is present. America asks her mom why she'd enter her into the selection when “You know I'm with Aspen”, so uh, I guess they're not keeping it a secret here.

There's also no mention of Aspen being of a lower caste than her, nor of America having a job other than the vague title of "laboring class" which hangs over them all, vaguely

This is a masterclass in editing and pacing. The dialogue is okay, but the added geopolitics make no sense. Any issues with this are smoothed over by the fact that the plot keeps moving forwards at a breakneck pace to keep you distracted.

The lack of breathing room would probably be too confusing for an audience who wasn't already familiar with The Selection

The set here is absolutely beautiful but unfortunately it gives me Merlin vibes, and casting Antony Head as the king does not help with this.

Maxon attempts to pull a Mr Darcy. He then tells America that if she runs away with Aspen, the guards will beat him to a pulp and they'll both spend the rest of their lives in prison. America suggests that she make the monarchy look good so the working class don't side with the rebels. Looks like we're going full Hunger Games.

Celeste's handmaiden seems way too devoted to her; they turn out to be lovers

Just when you think Maxon might start redeeming himself, we see the palace guards swarm Aspen and kicking him. Maxom stands nearby on his horse overseeing this so there's no question of whether he did it or not

Final rating: 6/10, I would absolutely watch another episode of this. It was an absolute mess, but I've seen teen wolf, so I'm not gonna pretend I'm above it.

This feels like the kind of pilot which would get greenlit just to attract hateviewers.

Summary:

Neither protagonist had red hair and neither adaptation was trying particularly hard to give it to her (2012: dark red box dye. 2013: blonde!)

These actors are doing their best and some of them even seem to be having fun (good for them)

In the 2013 pilot, the writers lampshade America running around “like an action hero”, but she promptly forgets how to do that by the midpoint of the episode, so w/e

It feels like the 2013 pilot was a reworking of the 2012 pilot, because there were too many similarities carried over from one script to another which weren't present in the original book, like Fiona having a secret relationship.

I forgot to mention that Aspen has a brother in the 2013 pilot. He seems to be adapted from the palace guard who has a relationship with one of the contestants in a later book.

I can't get over how fucking weird of a decision it is to make the kind and likeable love interest into a power-corrupt despot, but it does feel more true to an actual monarchy. I assume they were trying to give Maxon a bad-boy vibe, which doesn't make much sense because that's supposed to be Aspen's whole deal.

There was a whole subplot in both pilots where an advisor character is revealed to be working with the rebels at the end of the episode

Extremely funny to me that the 2012 pilot makes a point of mentioning that sex before marriage is illegal and the 2013 pilot opens with premarital sex with the prince regent

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

Conner and bizarro finally meet

on a random lonely day in the Kansas country side, Conner is rocking in a rocking chair reading a book lex got him. it's a big fat comic collection about this guy who works with the FDA for some reason and he's honestly just enthralled. there's a whoosh sound and suddenly Jason and bizarro appear, Jason has his arm over the shoulder of bizarro as he waves over to Conner. Conner is pretty confused who the other guy is.

Conner: hi Jason, who's with you?

Jason: oh this is bizarro, he's kind of my son.

Conner: since when?

Jason: since ages, lex basically was going to kill him but we accidentally broke him out of his containment. long story short he's here he's my son.

bizarro: *waves* bye! I'm bizarro

Conner: hi bizarro

Jason: don't mind him he's words are a bit backwards, something about the programming didn't quite work. all negative verbs and such are positives and all positives are negatives. we are working on it right buddy?

bizarro: I'm resting on it!

Jason: speech therapy is hard, he's perfectly normal he just has some mixed up brain functions. lex actually managed to reverse alot of the degenerative disease problems, so you know bizarro is just struggling with a few things. he's doing way better than before though right buddy?

bizarro: I'm not fine, I'm doing bad! red is doing a bad job

Jason: aw, thanks. I try, we really have to work on the negative verbs, but it's fine we can try again later. anyway I wanted you to meet your brother bizarro!

Conner: *holds out hand* nice to meet you bizarro, what do you like to do?

bizarro: I hate… reading books and watching movies, it’s not fun.

Conner: oh! I love reading books, I have some if you want one.

bizarro: I’m not interested, I hate reading. No thanks!

Conner: wait here I’ll go get one!

Conner runs into the house to go grab some books, he didn’t really know he had a brother but this was kinda cool. Even if it came out of nowhere.

Conner: I have.. Julia Gillard’s cookbook, pride and prejudice, moby dick, and.. bionicules? Honestly I don’t think I’ll read them again so you can have them, my gift!

Bizarro looks at Conner and smiles, he takes the books and starts reading them on the floor of the patio.

Jason: I know I should have called you, but we never have the chance to meet up.

Conner: it’s fine, honestly. I was just reading some comics, been a long week. Just wanted to soak up some sun, since Lex was nagging me about it.

Jason: Lex??

Conner: oh I didn’t tell you, yeah we are kinda trying to fix things between us. I think it has something to do with the whole kryptonite induced cancer, thing. He surprisingly actually does not mean any harm to me, it's so weird.

Jason: damn, even Lex of all people is trying to mend his relationships. Never thought I’d see the day.

Conner: oh it was weird, he came up to the house and actually apologised to me. Lex. APOLOGISED

Jason: NO WAY, I don’t believe you *crosses arms*

Connor: I wish I had it on tape, but no he did. It was so weird, then he told me he actually was pregnant with me.

Jason: wait… *murmurs* when would that have been.

Conner: oh a couple years ago as I’m about 4-5 now.

Jason: oh yeah he did basically disappear for a whole year one year, kinda thought he had some sort of horrible injury or assassin on his tail. Didn’t really think he was having you?

Connor: honestly I would not know, because again didn’t exist yet.

Jason: that’s actually around the time bizarro was made actually, well a year or 2 beforehand.

Connor: yeah makes sense, wait. bizarro is older than me?

bizarro: I'm younger than other superman.

Connor: true I do think your older than me, does lex keep saying anything about dissolving DNA to you guys?

Jason: on yeah that's what originally happened to biz over here, right buddy?

bizarro: me DNA re- reconsti- reconstituted.

Connor: oh damn, that most be why he is motherhen'ing so bad. "you really should be checking for it every 2 weeks" as lex says to me fortnightly now. ugh annoying.

Jason: really? guess I'll take his advice that does unironically sound like a good idea. Connor, well this has been nice. but we have to go or we are going to miss family dinner. see ya

Connor: honestly nice that you dropped by, nice to meet you bizarro!

bizarro: hi other superman!

Connor: you can call me Kon if you like

bizarro: hi Kon!

Connor: see you both enjoy the books! I'm sure bizarro will enjoy them

Jason: oh totally pride and prejudice is my favourite, I was looking for a copy for biz actually it's a wonderful gift, nice seeing you! see you next time for the space pirates?

Connor: always, those fucking space pirates though

bizarro: I love space pirates, they are the best

Connor: lol you're so right, bye guys!!

bizarro + Jason: bye!!!!

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[anogete]

Hi. Update of random shit in case anyone cares.

The scary test I was stressed over in the fall when I was posting my last fic? It was the CFP (Certified Financial Planner) exam. Yes, I passed it. The designation requires a bachelor's degree, so I had to go back to school to finish my last 10 classes. Then I had to take 7 more classes that are pre-reqs for the exam. Then I spent probably 700 hours attempting to cram everything you could think of related to personal finance (my god, there is a metric shit ton) into my head. The designation also requires 5,000 hours of experience in the planning field (which I thankfully already had). By the time I passed the test, I was no longer proud of the accomplishment, just relieved to have it behind me.

Work was intensely busy in November and December. I got little reading and no writing done.

I have a WIP featuring the Darcy/Rumlow pairing that has been languishing on my computer since 2020. To be honest, I've mosty forgotten what the conflict driving the plot was going to be. I think I was trying to tie it into the events of Wandavision. Took place after the show and had Monica Rambeau and Darcy kinda sorta working together and trying to figure out what, if anything, crossing the barrier that Wanda had thrown up did to them. Of course, Rumlow is alive and scarred and back with the good guys. And also really annoyed that his recent gunshot wound stuck him on desk duty watching the nerds complete their physicals as part of employee onboarding. Darcy doesn't want to have gym class with Rumlow, and Rumlow doesn't want to be there either but he's also kinda into the sassy brunette who tried to sweet talk him into passing her without making her run a mile. In the chapter or two I did write, the banter between Darcy and Rumlow was so fun, so I'd love to go back to it and try to move it along.

I got sucked into reading Draco/Hermione fanfic recently. Blame those damn Snow edits from the latest Hunger Games movie. Guys, I have never read those books or seen the movies, but blonde Tom Blyth is looking like the fanfic Draco of my dreams. How dare. This rabbit hole led to me deciding I needed to write a Dramione piece. It's maybe 6 pages and has gone nowhere even though I have a vague idea of the plot. My muse is struggling.

I found my old folder of all the fic I wrote in the past 20 years. There are still a couple hockey fics I haven't posted to AO3. There are also Anita Blake fics (I was a hardcore Anita/Edward girlie) and Harry Potter fics (don't cancel me but I used to write Snape/Hermione; NO student/teacher stuff though). I think I have an old Doctor Who fic featuring Nine/Rose (yes, I'm a Nine girlie). And a very old Forgotten Realms fic that paired Catti-Brie up with Jarlaxle. Look, I don't know. It was ages ago. With the exception of the hockey fics, I do not think any of these are of the same quality I've posted on AO3, but I've been toying with the idea of trying to clean them up and posting them so more of my work is archived together instead of spread over various fan sites. Does anyone have any interest at all in reading this shit? Like, at all?

I decided 2024 is going to be my book binding era. I bound isthisselfcare's Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love a couple weeks ago. I did all the typesetting with the help of some macros. Printed it, folded the signatures (the booklets that comprise the book), sewed them together with waxed linen thread, glued the text block together with some mull, and used chip board and book cloth to make the case. It feels and looks like a book, y'all! I could do a better job with lining the signatures up when punching the holes for sewing and with the measurements on the case, but overall I am pretty proud of it. If anyone is interested, I can link a nice tutorial series on TT and/or post progress pictures I took during my book binding experiment. I have to say, it's exciting to have the ability to put my fav fanfics on my physical bookshelf.

[michirukaioureincarnate]

Bike Ride on the Sea Side

Haruka Tenoh x Reader Oneshot - cont. in Body Pillow (smut)

Fandom: Sailor Moon Pairing: Haruka Tenoh x reader | Sailor Uranus x reader Genre(s): Fluff 𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭 | NSFW 𖹭𖹭 | Angst 𖹭 Theme(s): secure x avoidant | confession | first kiss Warning(s): Swearing Summary: You were under the impression that Haruka enjoyed your company and liked you over the past two dates. The constant texting after you unexpected meet-cute really made you believe things could go somewhere with them. But the two-week dry spell between you two had you believing otherwise. It's a shame because you really, really liked them. Reading Stats: 5000 words | 20 min read Disclaimer: All characters are consenting adults | Aged 21+

─────────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──────────── A/n: okay the genre and theme is so ??? but GIVE ME A FUMKIN MINUTE I'm trynna make this idea work please fkjahjfskh it's been on my mind for a while now also kinda coping with the drama an avoidant ex-situationship put me in and now she's coming back wanting a shot with me again even though SHE HAS A MONOGAMOUS GF Y'ALL I- 👁️👄👁️ ─────────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆────────────

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It's not like you were sitting around waiting for Haruka to text you. You weren't one to chase anyone or anything if reasonable efforts did not yield expected results. One could say you were too logical and unromantic.

"It's about the chase, Y/N!" your best friend insisted. "How is Haruka supposed to know you like them at all?"

You narrowed your eyes at her. "You know me, okay? I'm literally a shameless and open book." A small huff followed as you glared at your phone on the coffee table. "Besides...I asked them last week if everything was okay. They brushed me off, so why bother?"

"Show it to me," she demanded as she crossed her legs on the couch. She held her hand out and gestured for the phone, and you complied. Peering over her shoulder, you watched her read.

Y/N: Hey, it's been a while since we last talked properly. There's no pressure to reply, I'm just checking in to see if you're alright. Been thinking about you. Just let me know if you need space or anything, yeah? I'm not really sure about what to think or feel right now. 8:51 PM

Haruka: Thanks for checking in :) I'm fine, just caught up with work. Text you soon. 8:53 PM

Y/N: Sure thing! 9:00 PM

"They replied fast," she says curiously.

"A week ago."

She grins at you mischievously. "And does that bother the sensible and unromantic Y/N?"

"Pfft," you scoff. "No, I just don't like false expectations. If they don't wanna text me, they should just say it."

"Yeah, well, no one's as brave as you are," she sighed. "This isn't the first time you've been potentially ghosted."

Hearing it out loud kind of stung. It always did, and it would pass in a few hours before. This time, though, it lingered.

You'd never liked anyone like this before.

Still, you couldn't just ignore the lack of open and consistent communication for the chemistry over two dinners. Even though you didn't entirely dismiss the texting, it was still platonic and surface-level compared to in-person hang outs. And now there were barely any texts to go on.

Snatching your phone back, you tossed it into the pillows on the adjacent armchair and grabbed the remote to open up Netflix on the flatscreen TV.

We don't know each other enough, you consoled yourself internally as your friend settled on a horror movie. They're just some random person you bumped into in a bar of all places. You wanted to meet your soulmate in a library.

No sooner had you thought it did another helpless musing begin to haunt you.

They're so fucking hot, though.

It wasn't just the way they looked, although those dark and brooding eyes would hold you captive with a mere glance any day. You'd been around plenty of attractive people in your life and been approach by some of them as well; but the way people looked never fazed you. Instead, it was their energy and aura that drew you in.

The way Haruka carried themselves was admirable. Was it the straight-back posture? The calculating eyes atop an easy-going smile? Or the sense of purpose that surrounded them with every step taken or every spoken word? Haruka always seemed so certain of things and never missed the opportunity to take action, and you liked that.

It would explain why it felt that they were withdrawing from you. Haruka wasn't acting like they were sure about you anymore. It sucked because, for once in your life, you were sure about someone.

In all your past relationships, you'd always entertained uncertainties and potential in hopes of it blossoming eventually. It was enough that you liked them. But this time, you really wanted to take your time and figure Haruka out regardless of attraction.

"Ugh," you muttered softly as the first jump scare snapped you out of the ruminating, and your best friend's deathly clutch upon your arm left no room for your attention to drift away.

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You woke up to a loud knock from somewhere. The horror movie had long ended, and your best friend was draped over your lap with drool dripping onto your thigh from the corner of her mouth.

She really has no shame, you think endearingly while carefully sliding out from under her. You throw the blanket over her completely, almost about to tuck her in when another louder knock takes you by surprise.

"What the fuck," you muttered, straining your ear for to locate the source. It sounded way too close for comfort. Your 1 + 1 apartment was too small for an intruder to hide in, so the only logical source was the windows.

You didn't want to go near them. Even though you were on the third floor, you didn't underestimate a stalker's ability to scale the wall for something they'd want bad enough.

The sight of a small rock knocking off your window-pane confirmed your suspicions, and you grabbed your phone to call the police only to notice that it was dead.

With no choice but to face the situation head on, you mustered the courage to confront whoever was out there. You were mentally prepared to scream bloody murder with no regard for your neighbors if it meant driving away the culprit.

Marching over to the window, you looked down into the front yard of the apartment to find a hooded figure looking up.

Right. At. You.

You threw the window open, fully prepared to screech until a lock of fair hair caught the glint of the moonlight. Your heart skipped a beat, and you watched as the figure pushed the hood off their head.

A pair of warm eyes peered at you, and a nervous lopsided smile accompanied it. You hated the way your heart was practically melting at the sight.

"Hey," Haruka said gently, and the wind carried their tomboyishly deep voice up to you. "Been thinkin' about you."

"Haruka, what the fuck?!"

They grinned up at you in amusement. "You don't sound very happy to see me, sweetheart."

"It's nearly–" you looked around for the clock in your house that you rarely consulted, "five in the morning! Who throws rocks at someone's window at this hour?!"

"I tried calling, but you wouldn't pick up," they said apologetically. "My only choice was to come and see you."

You rubbed away the ache blooming under the bridge of your nose. "Couldn't this wait?"

Deep down, you were screaming with happiness. The fact that they came over just because they couldn't get a hold of you was so nonsensical that you would've told anyone off for it. But this was Haruka, and it was hard to contain the joy tugging at the corners of your lips.

They're so stupid, you sighed internally.

"I wouldn't have come all this way if it could," they said sincerely, putting their hands in the pockets of their red and white race car jacket as a chilly breeze brushed past. Their eyes shimmered up at you, reflecting the stars in the sky. There was a tinge of vulnerability to them that caught you off guard. "Could you come down? And, um...dress warm."

"If it's only for a minute then–"

"It's not," they cut in breathlessly. "Maybe thirty minutes."

You raised a suspicious brow at them before walking away to your wardrobe, changing into a pair of warm sweats before grabbing your keys. Slipping into your shoes, you quietly left the apartment and prayed your best friend wouldn't wake up to find you gone. You knew how worried she'd get otherwise.

Quickly making your way down, you jogged out of the building and found Haruka by the street, waiting on the pavement next to a sleek motorbike.

You stopped. On your second date, they picked you up in a sports car to drive to the restaurant and revealed their love for motorcycles on the way.

"Haruka..." you said quietly. "I thought you didn't share your bike with anyone."

"I know," they replied softly before holding their hand out to you. Though you wished they'd just spill what was going on, you took their hand and let them pull you closer.

Their touch was warm against the cold air of the night, your fingers encased in their palm as their thumbs ran over your knuckles almost affectionately. Heat rose to your neck under their intense gaze that searched your face for something. They guided you onto the back of the motorbike securely before getting on turning the key.

A slow hum ran through the vehicle, and Haruka got seated properly before glancing at you over their shoulder.

"Hold on tight, Y/N."

You could feel your face getting hotter, but you reached forward and clamped your hands on their shoulders. They chuckled, pulling on their gloves and revving the engine before suddenly taking off.

The abrupt jerk of the bike had you clamping your arms around their waist instantly, and you were very aware of how firm their back felt against your soft chest.

"Asshole!" you yelled over the wind, only to catch a light chuckle before Haruka sped up. You had no choice but to curl against her spine, holding onto her tightly as you two zipped under the lamp lights of the empty highway. The cold wind was in your hair, and your fingers were freezing in the fists they'd curled into under their diaphragm.

You felt their gloved hand on yours, prying them apart to guide one of them into her jacket's pocket, and then the other one as well. It was such a sweet gesture that you forgot to pretend to be annoyed at them. Their pockets were warm, and you gave into the pleasure of how they felt against your body when you wrapped yourself around them.

Slowly, you coaxed yourself to look up from their shoulder and take in the views. You weren't sure how far away you two were from the apartment, but you could see the vast ocean that opened to the right, disappearing into the horizon where the stars were beginning to disappear.

The sunrise... you realized breathlessly as Haruka drove on the highway along the edge of the beach. Your gaze was fixed on the sky slowly turning a lighter shade of blue. The stars' twinkling faded in anticipation of the first rays of the sun.

Against your chest, Haruka's warmth kept the wind's chill out of your bones. They smelled nice, although a little unconventional; smokey and spiced, like a blend of cinnamon, roses, and the faint linger of cigarettes. You'd never gotten this close to her before, although you had hoped that they'd finally kiss you when you two eventually had a third date.

Wait... you thought. Is this a date?

No, perhaps not. To you, dates should be communicated and planned and prepared for. You would never be found wearing sweats and without a touch of make-up on a date. You found yourself regretting not dabbing on a bit of concealer and mascara. Even some lip gloss would've sufficed.

The motorbike leaned to the right as Haruka took a turn into a road, and the barricades from the edge disappeared. The beach opened up to you directly, with its sand blowing onto the asphalt and the air sticky with salt. The tops of small and calm waves glimmered as an orange spot appeared on the horizon.

The sun was here.

Haruka parked the bike, and you finally straightened up and pulled your arms off them. The embarrassment of having to cling on like that finally registered, and you quickly got off the bike and faced the sea to avoid their gaze. Haruka climbed off and kicked its stand in place, leaning their hips against the gas tank as they crossed their ankles and arms.

Silence.

You wished they'd tell you why they brought you here, but you were a sucker for sunrises and sunsets. With eyes fixed on the horizon, the two of you quietly watched the colors slowly begin to change. The sky was much lighter now, and the curve of brilliant orange ascended behind a few fluffy clouds, turning their underside pink. The waters took on a beautiful deep hue of turquoise with the passing moments, a color you loved so deeply.

"The sunrise is even more beautiful when the sea's surface is there to reflect its light," Haruka hummed softly. "The sun's brilliant on its own, but I suppose it needs to see its reflection to be reminded of it."

Their words took you by surprise.

"Why would the sun need a reminder?" you asked casually. "It's the sun. It sustains everything."

Haruka shook their head. "It's too far away to see the impact of its existence. But the ocean is vast. It stretches out endlessly and can be seen from where the sun it."

It took you a minute to realize Haruka was trying to tell you something.

"And it's important, the ocean. Without it, the sun would've fried up everything on Earth. No one to witness any nice sunrises without it to make life possible, right?"

You were beginning to feel frustrated and swallowed your nervousness to turn their way. The horizon reflected in their deep blue eyes, pouring light into them like they were lanterns. A gust of wind pushed the stray fair locks off their forehead, and they glanced at you. You weren't sure if you were imagining their ears turning pink.

"Where were you the past two weeks?" you asked as nicely as you could, but the undertone of anxiety seeped in. "I thought you didn't want to see me."

Haruka exhaled sharply and dropped their hands to their pockets.

"I was trying not to see you. Well, not too much anyway. I..." they huffed conflictedly as they closed their eyes. "You know I've got a racing season coming up, right? And I was practicing really hard for it. Everyone kept giving me shit for being reckless or risky on the track or whatever, but that's just how I've always won. It's second nature to me, and I know how to win."

You kept quiet as they caught their breath to collect their thoughts.

"I guess it'll be different this time because I made it into a bigger racing series," they continued. "It came as a surprise to everyone, but my team told me that I'll be competing with racers who are in an entirely different league. If anything, they drive much like I do."

"Haruka, could you get injured?" you demanded gently as worry flooded you.

"I mean, maybe?" they replied nervously as they blinked at the horizon. "But every sport has that risk. That's not the point. The point is that the only way to win is to not be reckless, and that's a huge change in approach to manage overnight. I hate change, and I can't do it without some kind of a constant reminder over my head."

I knew it, you thought with a skip of a heartbeat. They were trying to tell me something.

Your heart raced in you chest as they straightened up.

"I crashed last week."

"WHAT?!" you snapped as you grabbed their arm. "Haruka, what the fuck?!"

"I'm fine, promise." They turned to you and placed a comforting hand over your fingers gripping the sleeve of their jacket. "It was barely anything and it's pretty normal but...I berated myself for it. That was a first. I usually just get up and dust myself off, but I caught myself thinking...how will I see Y/N if I got hurt really badly? How would she feel if she saw me crash like that?"

You were left speechless, and your heart was pounding so hard that it could break through your ribcage and fall into Haruka's hands. They came to stand before you, casting a shadow over your body that contained your attention entirely onto them.

"I ran another lap after that crash and realized that I was different," they continued. "I don't know what exactly changed, but it was like a different part of my brain opened up. I saw different ways, better ways, to conquer the tracks that I never really considered before. More possibilities to prepare for, to keep an eye out for, and...it just felt like you were sitting behind me. I couldn't afford to crash again and injure you, but I also wanted to win."

Their hand slid under your fingers to pull it off their arm, holding your hand securely. With their eyes boring into yours, you held their gaze through the butterflies and tremors racking your body. Their grasp is warm, with soft skin interrupted by the occassional calluses from gripping bike handles.

Your mouth was dry, but you still forced yourself to speak. "That doesn't explain why you avoided me."

"I was scared," they said immediately. "My entire life, I've always been so selfish and self-centered without ever realizing it until that crash. For once, you were my first thought right after. I didn't know what to make of it."

A trembling sigh left them as they reached out for your other hand to grip tightly, pulling them close to their chest clasped within their palms. And suddenly, you felt something in the air between your bodies, as if it had become charged. Your skin tingled, every cell of your being tugged forward by an invisible force with a yearning for the warmth that rolled of Haruka's body.

"I avoided you because I've never, ever wanted to run to someone so badly before," they muttered into the air between the two of you. "I wanted you behind me on that bike because your presence was so...so–gosh, I can't find the word."

Your voice was breathy when you spoke. "Palpable..."

They nodded in relief.

The sun rose behind them, peeking over the top of their head and setting their hair alight and giving them their own halo. You'd never seen a prettier sight until now, basking in the vulnerable glimmer of their irises despite the crack in the strong walls around their heart.

"You were my reminder, Y/N," they said quietly as their cheeks flushed like the underside of the clouds above. "You kept me from getting too heated. From burning up everything around me and crashing senselessly for the sake of victory. You...are my ocean, in which I see that what I do and who I am right now is enough no matter the outcome."

Your heart was going to give out from how fast it was beating, and you quickly blinked away the mist in your eyes. It was the sweetest and most passionate thing you'd ever heard from anyone. Ever.

"Whoa, Y/N, a-are you alright?" Haruka asked worriedly as they stepped in closer to you. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing..." you exhaled sharply, releasing all the anxiety and anticipation that had built up over the week. "I just...wow, um–I don't know what to say..."

Their face fell a little as their grip on your hands loosened. "You don't have to say anything at all. I just...I hoped you felt just as intensely about me, but I know it's too soon and–"

"I was waiting for you," you interjected, embarrassed and a little angry at yourself for how pathetic you sounded. "I never wait for anyone, Haruka, but you...you had me walking around everywhere wondering if you just didn't like me anymore."

Their lips parted in surprise as they stared at you.

"I usually just move on the second I feel like someone doesn't want me," you sighed as you clutched their hands, relishing how nimble thier fingers were. "That's what it means to be a secure person, right? But I've also never liked anyone the way I've liked you."

Their awe slowly turned into a bashful lopsided grin. "Someone as sensible as you likes someone as reckless as me?"

"Next time you ignore me like that, I'd rather you be dead than ghosting me."

"Whoa, okay, um–" they snorted in amusement. "You know what? Yeah. I get it. I'd hate to be ghosted by someone like you too."

Why the fuck did I deflect like that? you scolded yourself. It sounded so needy.

"I'm not all that great, though," you muttered with eyes downcast. "I mean, I like myself plenty as I am, but you...you're a professional racer. Practically a celebrity. I've just got a little writing thing on the side that keeps me comfortable, but nothing major."

You held your breath as Haruka placed your palm over their heart. Their hand slid down the back of yours to your elbow and up to your shoulder with a soft grip, their knuckles trailing up your neck. Their touch carried with it the feathery blooms of pleasure that spread over your skin, and your heart stumbled when they gently held your chin to lift your face. Your skin buzzed with a vehement need to be closer to them, and your fingers clenched around the fabric of their shirt as you felt their heart speed up behind it.

"You've got a grounded personality, Y/N," they whispered with a tentative swipe of their thumb under your lip, and their face felt so much closer than before. "Passionate and self-reliant without needing anyone's approval for it. If anything, I'd love for you to make it big in your career, but you seem perfectly content and grateful with what you have, and I admire it."

They searched your eyes so deeply that you're left stumbling over your tongue. "I–I, um, well, I have more than enough to get by so...you know, I don't–um–"

"Y/N."

"Y–yes?"

They paused, looking down your face until you felt your lips tingle.

"I wish I could tell you how much I missed you," they murmured with a hint of something akin to need.

Desire. Maybe some restraint. It was in the way their palm cupped your jaw as their thumb stroked your cheek, eyes still on your mouth as they let out a soft, shuddering exhale.

You were barely breathing.

"I missed everything about you," they continued huskily, their eyelids growing heavy with a flutter of their lashes as their gaze darkened. "And I'll be such a goner if I give into how much I like you, because there will be so much more to miss whenever I'm away. But I need you to like me back just as much because this is scary."

Their other hand was still wrapped in yours at their sternum, and you guided it forward to your chest right over your heart. Pressing their palm over it, you shuddered at the warmth that seeped through your shirt and over your skin.

Your heart was practically bursting at the seams, and you looked at them from under your lashes defenselessly, surrendering to your undeniable feelings for them despite the need for caution.

"I think..." you started breathlessly, "I've been waiting for you for much longer than those two weeks. Don't make me wait anymore."

You gulped as you stared into their eyes, your next word sounding barely above a sigh.

"Please."

Haruka's lips fell upon yours so fast that you gasped in surprise, followed by soft moans that erupted into each other's mouths. Their deep grunt rumbled in their chest under your palms as they pulled you in close, their arm clamping around the small of your back. Encased in the warmth of their body, you mewled at the way they cradled the back of your head to kiss you languidly.

You were melting into them, feeling the heat from your bodies intertwining as you gripped onto their shoulders for dear life. Their soft chest pressed against yours with desperation, leaving no room for air between you two as they caged you against the bike. Wrapped in their strong arms, you felt small and safe, left at the mercy of Haruka's unrestrained longing that you doubted there was an escape from.

But you didn't want to anyway.

"Fuck..." they huffed as their lips slid off yours, and you were finally able to gasp for breath. Their hands rested on your waist and back, fingers digging enough to keep you from floating away. Even so, you were lightheaded and almost dizzy, taken back by how passionately Haruka had consumed you within those few seconds.

You wanted them to go on forever.

Tugging at their shoulder, you cradled the nape of their neck and pressed your lips to theirs tenderly, eliciting a soft exhale as you moved to the corner of their mouth to kiss it lightly. You found their cheek, peppering it slowly and gently with all the affection and want that blossomed within you for their existence.

Haruka groaned softly and collected you in their arms, pulling you into a hug as they buried their nose behind your ear. They pecked the sensitive spot under your lobe, making you shudder breathlessly in their firm yet gentle grip. The relief and pleasure of feeling their hand rubbing up and down your spine was indescribable, and you gave into the urge of running your fingers into their soft and wavy hair, scratching their scalp softly with your nails.

They purred, still heaving as they tried to pull themself together in the comfort of your arms.

"This is better than I imagined," they admitted against your skin.

You stilled, wondering if you heard it right. "You were thinking about this?"

"A lot..."

They sounded genuinely embarrassed, and it made you feel giddy and mischievous.

"Didn't know I had such an effect on you," you teased.

They gently pulled away from your shoulder to look down at you with warning, but there was a glint of something playful in their eyes.

"Don't say it like I don't make you feel things either," they said. "You literally got angry when I didn't reach out to you."

"You left me hanging!" you scoffed as the pent-up annoyance crept in through your fingers that dug into their biceps. "Who the hell does that for two weeks, Haruka?!"

They smirked, brows furrowing as a shadow fell over their face that made evident a sinister flame in their pupils.

"You missed me that much, huh?"

You smacked them up the back of their head reflexively, causing them to laugh in surprise. Embarrassed and meek, you felt cornered by their statement, but it was too late to escape the confrontation.

"I did..." you grumbled, looking away from their teasing stare before they leaned in to peck your jaw and down your neck. They chuckled as they did so, unaware of how each kiss triggered an intense bloom of desire in your chest. You were hyperaware of their hands on your ribs, and how the tips of their thumbs rested just under your breasts as your chest flooded with something stronger than bliss.

Arousal.

Haruka's breath brushed down your cleavage as they left a lingering kiss on your collarbone, and your grip on their arms tightened.

"H-Haruka..." you gasped, and they stopped immediately to turn their head away, still leaning into you as one of their hands fell onto the bike to hold themself up.

They let out an agonized breath of restraint, groaning quietly as the palm on your rib slid down to your hip with a gentle pat. "I should take you home, Y/N."

"Already?" you said with a slight whine, wincing at how needy you sounded for a moment. Now that they were finally in front of you after so long, you didn't want to just let them get away.

Haruka cleared their throat and straightened up, looking at you with tenderness as they tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"It's been hard to stay away from you the past two weeks," they said. "I need to take you back while I'm still in control of myself."

You gave them a quizzical look. "In control of yourself? What would you even do to me out here in the open? We're just kissing."

They raised their brows dubiously as their eyelids lowered sensuously, scanning your face with a heavy gaze.

"Don't tempt me, sweetheart," they muttered with a slight raspiness to their voice. "I don't know what I'm capable of if I'm pushed to my limit."

Your lips parted in surprise at the sudden change in their demeanor, but you didn't want to stop. A part of you wanted to challenge them, nudge them to the edge to see what they meant.

But you snapped yourself out of it and nodded, clearing your throat bashfully as you straightened yourself out.

"My best friend is at my place right now," you reasoned with yourself. "I gotta get back before she wakes up and freaks out. My phone's still back there with no battery, so she might even call the police."

Haruka nodded and reached for their gloves to pull them on as you turned your gaze back to the sea. The sun was now shining in its full glory, its light bouncing off the foam and waves of the sea, turning its surface into a rippling mirror. Fluffy white clouds floated lazily against the bright blue sky.

I'm their ocean, you thought wistfully, and they're the sun.

Two things that complemented each other in ways that kept everything on the planet perfectly balanced, and you hoped that the two of you would do the same for each other.

⋅ ⛢ ⋅

─────────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──────────── A/n: Honestly, I think Haruka has it in them to fuck you on the beach in broad daylight if it ever came to that lmfao. I was wondering if I should just write it in, but I'm not in the mood for smut atm.

What if I make another one shot focusing on the smut that comes after they drop you home? I could do a prequel one shot of the meet cute as well 🤔 [update: I did it lol]

Eh, we'll see. I'm taking it slowly since it's been a while I wrote anything for leisure. Still very rusty. Hope y'all enjoyed, though. ~ Miki | Myca ✧ ─────────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆────────────

OH MY GOD MY FIRST REAL POST ON TUMBLR JSDHFKKJASDHFAJKH HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO MEEE I'VE CELEBRATED WITH A HARUKA TENOH ONESHOT HEHE ENJOY

[chaikachi]

Hi, Chai! I've been following you for a bit, mostly for the RG content, and I've recently seen you talk about your other non-RWBY interests when I realized that I'm really curious on what other media do you like? (Be it shows, movies, music, games, books, etc.)

Oughh this is a very good question. I'll put them under a read more cause I have a feeling I took this question too literally and it might get just a little bit long because of that. 💦

I'm generally very passive with the media I consume and only draw as much RWBY as I do because RG has had me in a vice grip since V8E1 and isn't letting go anytime soon. 💀 But I do engage with lots of other stuff too! This isn't an exhaustive list, just ones I like lots or re-watch often enough.

Anime

I probably watch this stuff more than anything else. My favourite of all time is probably The Eccentric Family, both seasons. The art direction and the messages of the story just hit very hard for me and I re-watch it pretty much every year. My second favourite is Kekkai Sensen (i prefer the first over second season as they switch directors).

As for others enjoy:

Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood

Silver Spoon

Yona of the Dawn

Snow White with the Red Hair

Kyousogiga (recommend if you liked Kekkai Sensen)

A Lull in the Sea

Chaika the Coffin Princess [Now why does that name sound so familiar 🤔]

Anohana

Been really enjoying this season's shows and am looking forward to the Winter 2024 lineup (Dungeon Meshi and Yubisaki to Renren at the same time!!)

Shows

Dragon Prince

The Owl House

Good Omens

Games

Nier (2010),

Transistor

Pyre

Zelda Series (Ocarina of Time & Spirit Tracks are my favourites)

Nier: Automata

Honorary mentions to Grand Chase (an old MMO i used to be obsessed with), Avalon Code (a niche DS game that I really liked), Fire Emblem Awakening (a classic) and Animal Crossing (that I played like it was my day job in 2020).

Movies

Can only think of two live actions and the rest are animated/anime 😭

Stardust

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

Howl's Moving Castle

HTTYD (1 & 2)

Kubo and the Two Strings

The Wind Rises

From Up on Poppy Hill

Penguin Highway

Books

I don't read as much as I did when I was a kid, but my top three are probably Runemarks, Howl's Moving Castle, and Stardust (I like the last two a lot because I liked their movies).

Webcomics

Used to be really into these and wanted to write my own before Webtoon kinda... gentrified the entire industry. But hey, I can still talk about some of my favourites!

Shaderunners (queer heist in a roaring 20sish setting)

Witchy (queer south East Asian inspired fantasy adventure)

Kochab (sapphic story between a skier that gets lost and meets a fire spirit I think? It's final updates are going up this month!)

Lady of the Shard (all time favourite. queer polyam lovestory between a goddess and her acolyte. Complete. I reread it every year, I love it so much. The rest of the authors work is also great, you might know them from Cucumber Quest).

Then lastly...

Music

I mostly listen to indie/folk more than anything else, with a bit of jazz/R&B thrown in for flavour. Favourite artists are probably:

San Fermin

Flock of Dimes/Wye Oak

Of Monsters & Men

Maggie Rogers

Florence & the Machine

Paper Kites

Matthew and the Atlas

Halsey

This list obviously isn't exhaustive because I have the memory of a goldfish but those are the highlights that came to mind at least.

Sorry for the long list, but thank you for the question!! It was fun to put all these in one place.

[againstacecilia]

Choices

PAIRING: Din Djarin x Poe Dameron x female!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

RATING: Explicit, 18+ ONLY (minors, DNI), nsfw

WARNINGS: Look, it's all sex. Oral (female and male receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, language, canon-divergence (obviously). Some parts have been looked over but, overall, pretty unedited. A couple brief mentions of alcohol.

A/N: I honestly tried to add some plot to the porn, but after an initially innocent ask from @bakerstreethound, it kinda got away from me lol. Thank you so much for the maladaptive daydream request, friend! 😂

Your little home is quiet as the suns set outside the window. Orange and red paint the walls in warmth and the crackle of the fire in the hearth was better than any music your music player could pump out, especially after today. Work was stressful, people coming in and out seemed extra snippy today, and Poe had to cancel on your movie night because of some Resistance thing. Not that you blamed him at all, but the thought of curling up on the couch with him and watching some old holofilm had gotten you through more than one angry old woman complaining about her caf.

As you’re settling in on the couch with a blanket and your favorite book, your radio beeps from across the room. Grumbling, you put the book on the cushion and head over to the screen.

“Hello?” You ask, perhaps sharper than you needed to.

“Hey, you busy?” Din’s voice filters through the speaker.

A smile cracks the frown that had been ever-present on your face today, “Not at all, I was just settling in for some reading.”

“Mind if I swing by? I’m in town for a little while between bounties and wanted to see you.”

It had only been a couple of weeks since you’d seen Din, but you missed him like it had been longer. “I’d love that,” you respond immediately, “See you in a bit?”

“I’ll bring wine,” Din responds before cutting the connection. He’d gotten more relaxed about removing his helmet over the last few months, his Creed being kept alive in his actions and commitment to Grogu and the new clan he was building around himself. Your body relaxes at the idea of seeing him tonight; it was just as good as being able to see Poe.

Both Poe and Din knew about the other, and you weren’t really dating either of them, per se, so as long as communication was kept open everyone was happy with the arrangement. If you were forced to choose between the two of them, though… You didn’t want to think about it because you genuinely didn’t know if you’d be able to make that decision.

Shaking those thoughts from your mind, you curl back up under your blanket and crack your book to pass the time before Din arrives.

Thirty minutes later, a knock sounds at your door.

“Come in!” you call, marking your place and standing to put the book back in its spot on the shelf. You turn as Din walks through the door and, as always, you momentarily forget how to breathe as he makes his way into the room.

Broad shoulders covered in gleaming beskar fill the room, his presence taking up even more space than his physical body. Orange-tipped gloves cover the hands holding a bottle of wine and a bag of what you assume is take-out from the restaurant down the road. The heavy thuds of his boots snap you back to reality as he chuckles lightly, “Hey, mesh’la.”

“Hey handsome,” you laugh, heat pooling low in your stomach at the intensity radiating off of him.

His hands grasp the bottom of his helmet and lift, beautiful smile and eyes coming into view. He places the helmet carefully on the table before crossing the room in two long strides and pulling you in to kiss him. “Mmm I missed you,” he sighs into your lips.

“I missed you too,” you respond breathily. Your hands find their way into his soft curls and tug just a little bit.

He smiles against you, lightly nipping at your bottom lip, “I just got here, cyar’ika, we’ve got time.”

You hum in response, pulling away and taking a steadying breath. “You’re right,” you laugh. “What’d you bring me?”

- - - - - - - -

One meal and a couple of glasses of wine later, the only light in the room comes from the fireplace as you and Din are sitting on the couch. He had doffed his armor before dinner, leaving nothing but an olive green t-shirt and loose pants hemmed tightly at the ankle between him and the world. Your legs drape over his lap, your back leaning against the arm of the couch, and his hands trace idle circles over the skin left exposed by your shorts.

“It wasn’t that dangerous,” Din argues. He had told you about his most recent bounty, sending you into a small panic as he explained how close the bounty’s dirty vibroblade had gotten to slicing into the un-armored part of his torso.

“What do you mean ‘wasn’t that dangerous’?” Your eyes are wide and incredulous at his nonchalance.

“I had it under control! Plus, I came back, didn’t I?”

“I guess,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. “You better keep coming back.”

He puts his hand behind your neck and leans in to kiss your forehead, “You know I will.”

In spite of yourself, you smile at the contact and relax your arms into your lap. Your mouth opens to say something else when a knock and the sound of the door opening come from the front of the house, “Hey, sweetheart, you up?”

“In here, Poe!” you call, looking over at Din. His eyebrows are raised. “He was supposed to come over tonight but got called in for something at work.”

“Hey, honey-” Poe’s greeting is cut short when he sees Din on the couch. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize…”

“No, no, it’s okay, come in,” you pull your legs off Din and stand to greet Poe behind the couch. “At least, I think it’s okay?” You turn your gaze to Din, hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

“It’s fine,” Din shrugs, not making any moves to leave his seat.

You look between the two men, something shifting in the air. “Okay…” Turning to face Poe, you ask, “Everything okay at the base?”

“Everything’s great,” Poe responds, giving you a quick hug, “Finn came in early to take over for me since he knew I was supposed to be here tonight. Was going to try and surprise you…” He pointedly glances at the back of Din’s head with his last statement.

“Looks like you surprised both of us,” Din quips, turning to face Poe.

“Look, just because you had a free night doesn’t mean-” Poe starts.

“It’s not just a free night, I’m only in town for-” Din interrupts.

“She and I had plans-”

“And you canceled, so she was free-”

“Stop!” You yell, startling both men into silence. They both look at you, waiting for you to continue. “You both know about the other and you’ve been good with it so far, what’s going on?”

Silence hovers for a moment before Din clears his throat, “Maybe… Maybe I wasn’t always so okay with it.”

You stare at him as he drops his head and fidgets with his fingers. Poe looks over at him as well, an odd look coming over his face before turning his attention back to you, “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but, I’m in the same boat as Mando here.”

“So, wait… You both have had issues with this and you haven’t told me?”

“I can’t speak for him, but I didn’t want to tell you what to do with your life.” Poe sighs and leans against the back of the couch.

“And you?” You ask Din.

“I’m gone so frequently and you have your life here,” he responds, “and I know you and he had something going on when we met…”

They both look at you again, similar emotions swimming in their eyes. Two men, dedicated and loyal, looking at you and silently asking you to choose. You knew they’d both respect your choice, but you’re suddenly frozen in fear at the shift in the wind.

“I… I can’t choose,” you whisper, eyes wide.

Din stands and you panic, thinking he’s going to gather his things and walk out the door but, instead, he comes to stand next to Poe behind the couch. “Cyar’ika…” He pauses, looking quickly over at Poe before continuing, “I don’t want to make you choose. Maybe…”

Something in Poe relaxes as the meaning of Din’s words sinks in and he reaches his hand out. You take it and he pulls you close, his free hand coming up to pull your face to his. Looking into your eyes, he brushes his thumb along your cheekbone and asks, “Is this what you want, sweetheart?”

Din’s knuckles run up and down your arm leaving goosebumps in their wake. You look into his eyes, then into Poe’s, and nod. The two men share another look before turning back to you with a smile, “Then that’s what you’ll get mesh’la.” Din’s voice slips low, sparks lighting deep in his eyes.

Relief washes over you, followed closely by the rising shimmer of need. Poe’s smile turns mischievous and his grip on your neck shifts higher into your hair, tugging ever so gently to expose your neck where he places a cluster of kisses. “Well, this should be fun,” he chuckles, reaching his free hand to grab Din’s and leading all of you into your bedroom.

Lit only by the lamps on your bedside tables, your room is lit by a soft glow that casts shadows over the angles and planes of your companions. Poe angles you gently toward your bed and you perch yourself on the edge, eyeing the two men appreciatively. “So, what did you have in mind, boys?”

Poe once again takes the lead, turning to Din and asking, “Are you okay with this?”

Din nods, reaching over and tugging at the hem of Poe’s shirt, “I was starting to get disappointed she hadn’t asked earlier.”

A soft hum vibrates from Poe and he lets Din remove the article of clothing, toned muscle and tan skin gleaming in the low light. You can’t pull your eyes from the way Din’s hands skate over Poe’s skin, heart racing in your chest.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Poe asks, pulling you out of your trance.

“I see a couple things I like,” you respond, going for suave but your voice comes out as barely a whisper. It’s hard to care, though, as Din slips his hand into Poe’s waistband, both of them making noises so filthy your hands bunch into your sheets of their own accord. “Come here,” you request, scooting to the other side of the bed. You gesture to Poe, “Lay down.”

Din places a testing kiss on Poe’s shoulder as he leads him toward you, letting go to remove his own shirt and pants. You tear your gaze away from his strong thighs and focus on Poe laid out below you.

“Tell me what you want, honey,” Poe says, voice low and dangerous and hands helping you remove the soft shorts and oversized shirt you had put on hours ago for a quiet night in.

“You,” is your only response as you lean over to kiss him. It’s deep and takes your breath away, but you keep your mind for long enough to pull at his pants. He helps kick them off without breaking away.

“Mesh’la,” Din’s voice is close behind you, his hands running up and down your arms. “I want you to make him feel good while I make you feel good. Can you do that?”

You smile into Poe’s lips and pull away. With a nod, you situate yourself between Poe’s outstretched legs, his cock already hard. You waste no time swirling the bead of precum around the head of his penis and licking a wet line from base to tip.

“Fuck, baby,” Poe moans, hands twitching to grab the blanket beneath him. Your smug smile only lasts for so long before Din’s hands lift your hips and you moan around Poe’s cock as Din’s tongue starts working magic of its own.

“Focus, mesh’la,” he chides before diving back in. You do your best, taking Poe fully into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks around him, bobbing your head up and down. His hips buck involuntarily as Din’s fingers begin to work tight circles around your clit, sensations overwhelming you enough to pull yourself off of Poe and you cry out.

“Yes, oh fuck, Din, yes,” you babble, bringing your hand to Poe’s cock and pumping while trying to catch your breath.

Poe takes pity on you, shifting down the bed and saying to Din, “Poor girl, I think she’s having a hard time focusing.”

“Let’s help her out,” Din agrees, pulling away from you and gently pushing you up toward the headboard. He situates himself on the pillows and grabs your hips, pulling you over and then down onto his face. “Sit,” he says, before busying his mouth by continuing his ministrations.

You grip the headboard for dear life, nearly missing as Poe gets back onto the bed. “You’re taking such good care of our girl,” Poe says behind you, “Let me take care of you too.”

You open your eyes and look over your shoulder to see Poe taking the position you were just in but now between Din’s legs, removing the last piece of clothing on Din’s body. Poe’s perfect lips wrap around Din’s cock and he starts bobbing up and down, Din’s moan vibrating through your body. He never loses sight of his goal, though, and before long the tight coil in your stomach snaps, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as you come apart on his tongue.

When you finally come down enough to focus on the world around you, you lift yourself off of Din and adjust to sit alongside him, Poe still working up and down on Din’s cock. The scruff around Din’s mouth shines with the evidence of your release and you reach down to wipe it away before bringing the slick up to your lips, Din’s eyes following your every move, pupils blown wide with pleasure. “Come on, baby,” you whisper in his ear, “Tell Poe how well he’s doing.”

“S-so good,” he grunts, eliciting a dark chuckle from Poe. Din’s hand shoots down to grab Poe’s messy curls and he pulls him up into a crushing kiss. “Careful,” he pants between kisses, “Not gonna last with your filthy mouth working me like that.”

“I think I know how to help,” you coo. “Din, baby, make sure Poe’s comfortable.”

He does ask you ask, switching places with Poe and settling down on his side next to the other man. A strong hand comes up to latch onto Poe’s face and Din dips down, meeting Poe’s lips without needing any more prompting. You settle back between Poe’s legs with a smile and take him into your mouth, eager to give him the pleasure and attention he deserves. Sloppy, wet sounds fill the room and Poe’s hand drifts into your hair as if he’s using you as a lifeline to ground himself to the reality of the evening.

With only a low moan as warning, he’s suddenly cumming; hot, thick ropes coating the back of your throat. You swallow as much as you can but some still leaks from the sides of your mouth. You pull away as Din does, looking over the men laying before you with a warm feeling in your chest.

Din leans up enough to reach a hand to your lips, wiping Poe’s cum away and, mirroring your actions from before, he licks his fingers clean, eyes closing like he’s enjoying fine cuisine. “Fuck, you both taste incredible.”

“My turn,” Poe smiles mischievously. “Come here, sweetheart.”

You crawl up his body, gliding your hands over his stomach and chest as you do, feeling every inch of battle-hardened muscle beneath you. Din shifts down to settle behind you again, wrapping his hand around his still-hard cock and pumping it leisurely as he lines up with your sensitive entrance.

After a couple of breathless kisses with Poe, Din sheathes himself in one fluid motion, drawing a high-pitched whimper from you. “Wish I could… Unh… Wish I could see that pretty face when you make those noises, mesh’la,” Din pants, dragging himself in and out of you.

“She’s such a pretty girl,” Poe croons into your lips, dipping his head to your neck and marking the skin with nips and brutal kisses. “Come on, Din, make her make the noise again.”

You’ve never been more okay with being ganged up on like this as Din’s hips begin sharply snapping into you over and over again. Whimpers and moans mixed with their names slip from your lips and Poe chuckles into your neck, “That’s it,” he whispers, “you’re both doing so well. So fucking good…”

Heat crawls up your spine as your release dances just out of reach, your overstimulated body chasing too many sensations at once. “Please,” you whine, “I’m so…”

“Come on, cyar’ika,” Din says, “Let go.”

Poe’s hand snakes between your bodies and begins working your clit, and the attention is all you need to topple over the edge. Your walls clench around Din’s cock and you break, slamming through your orgasm as Din groans and follows close behind. Poe’s lips never leave yours as your body twitches and shudders and Din’s hands grasp your hips hard enough to bruise, but you don’t care. You fully collapse as Din pulls his cock out of you and he slumps onto the bed behind you, the two men carefully adjusting to surround you in an entirely new level of warmth and comfort.

After everyone’s breathing returns to normal, you snuggle closer into Din’s body and drape your arm over Poe’s torso. Peeking up, you can see Din’s hand carding through Poe’s hair and the image brings a smile to your face.

“So,” you begin, “how are we all feeling now?”

Both men chuckle, Din’s hand splaying over your stomach and hugging you tight. Poe places a kiss to the crown of your head and says, “I’m feeling great. How about you, Mandalorian?”

Din burrows his face into your neck and grazes his teeth along Poe’s marks, “Mmm, that was a fun little experiment.”

“Nothing little about anything in this room,” you laugh.

Poe playfully pinches your arm. “Gonna give a guy a big head with a comment like that, sweetheart.”

What started as a quiet night at home alone turns into a night with your guys, literally wrapped up in them for hours longer. By the time your eyes begin to drift shut, arm thrown over Poe while Din pulls you in close, contentment fills your chest and sends you off into dreams of them.

[allys-diary]

stories i om-nom-nom'd :: march 2024 (week 4)

Welcome to a new thing I wanna try and do to keep some form of writing exercise while I'm lowkey kinda struggling to bang stories out (pun kinda intended). Here I'm just gonna talk abt what I've been reading and watching and playing for the past week and rambling on what I think about them. Summaries for the story either in full or the story so far will be included, and that's the only form of "spoiler warning" I'm gonna give.

Everything below the cut.

movies

Dual (2022)

Considering my interpretation of how the fight between Sarah and her Double went down, I'm in so much pain for her. She already escaped her grayscale dreary life and now she has to live in it again to keep up appearances? She deserves to live, dammit.

Full summary + rant/review here

books

Double Cross by Campbell Thompson

I'm only a chapter in and let me just say right now I love the introduction of Verity and how she really went by her own rules and swiped a watch from a handsy sleazy customer of Eighth Circle. And here we also have an introduction to Thomas Cross that's every bit intimidating as he found the pricey lil trinket she swiped and we end the chapter with him bringing her into his office. 🫢 Now see this is how I know there's smth wrong w me because that last scene got the butterflies going with a vengeance fully knowing that Thomas Cross looks like this:

games

Undercover: Blood Bonds

Undercover: Blood Bonds is a time-management game from GameHouse under their Original Stories line, and requires either a GHOS subscription (under $100/year for full access to all 60+ games) to play the full game, or full payment of the single game (about $10/game), or each level will be locked behind an unskippable ad that's at most 60secs long. I'm playing with the GHOS subscription.

The story I've unlocked so far is that we follow the journey of Vera, a journalist that's gone undercover as bar staff in a nightclub to find out what's happened to her sister Lilly. In a flashback, we get to see that what kicked off the events of the game was that Vera went home to her shared apartment with her sister, only to be greeted with everything turned upside down in an obvious struggle, and a pool of blood on the floor.

Delicious: True Love

Delicious: True Love is another story in the GHOS collection, and tells the story of Emily Napoli, going on adventures and crossing continents to reunite with her long lost love Jean-Paul. Right now she's on a train to Paris with her luggage having made it there before her so she's earning her keep there by helping out in the restaurant.

I've been playing the spin-off "alternate timeline" version of the story called "Delicious World" for a few years on and off, and I've enjoyed the hijinks she's gotten up to so far there with all the twists and turns and antics she's gotten up to with her eventual hubby Patrick. And considering I've got the time due to being in the job hunting phase, I figured 'why not?' and I'd play through the original story.

Delicious World

Speaking of the alternate timeline story, I'm also playing through this game this week, as I have been for the last few weeks. I'm currently in Season 2 Episode 3 where Emily's rekindled her romance with Jean-Paul and ngl they're being quite adorable with their constant kissies and sneaking off to his trailer. We also have a cute lil reveal that her bestie Frank's got a bit of a fling going on with her Rising Chef competitor Monet.

Top that off with Emily having some insecurities popping up because she saw JP's phone lighting up with the name of another celebrity chef Shivani Khurana, her competitor (and current rival) Sarah's older sister. And what's got her stomach in knots is that some time ago, there was a rumor that Shivani and JP had a thing for each other. 🫢☹️

Hello Kitty Island Adventure

I've played through all the quests available under "The Island Mystery" and so far all I got is that the Little TwinStars have this master plan going on that they don't wanna share with the class, and they're acutely aware of exactly how much more we have to do so that we can fully heal the Island Spirit that I have jokingly nicknamed Loki because she's stuck in the heart of a tree.

Ohh and there was a quip from Badtz-Maru about us all being locked in a time loop, so if Sanrio and Sunblink are trying to beat the "Loki crossover" allegations (that are literally just coming from me in the name of jokes and vibes), they're not doing the best job at it.

Disney Dreamlight Valley

Aaaaah, Dreamlight Valley…the game that inspired a whole new story universe (coming to you soon on the writing/main blog), I've also played through all the story quests for this one and I'm chomping at the bit waiting for the new releases for Spring and Summer.

There's definitely something to look out for with Skull Rock, considering that the final quest of Act 1 after facing off and reconciling with The Forgotten centers around the entrance way into said rock. And the friendship quests for The Forgotten mention it twice. And with the way they built it up, I'm hoping that it's gonna be more than just another home for another character. Like idk…maybe a portal? To Neverland? Or Pixie Hollow? Maybe if we get Hook he'll look and sound a bit more like…him?

Nothing left to do but pspspspspspsps, I guess

youtube channels that got my watch hours

Johnniibeanasmr

I don't vibe with a lot of male ASMR channels mostly bc they all have an overly gimicky feel to them, but I vibe w this one a lot. The videos have a cozy atmosphere to them and he's got a soft relaxing whisper that can lull me to sleep. The one that's made it to my "sleepies" playlist is this spider web one:

TheoryVerse

MatPat's theory channels have been with their new hosts for a few weeks now, and personally I think they're doing a great job with their own domains so far. Even though some snarky dude that'll hiss when their skin touches the sunlight and their 3 chest hairs is consistently in my comment replies tryna tell me otherwise (bitch touch grass, honestly).

Anyways, I've still got a good handful of new theories to binge but I'll give some bits that I picked up from the batch that I watched the week before.

Amy Marie validated that I'm already using a pretty good razor for my shaving shenanigans, but there's a potentially better one that I'll probs look into one of these days. She also showed that ultimately what makes the biggest difference is prep and aftercare of the skin, so that's gonna be something I gotta add to the routine.

Santi had me adding "Wendy's hot chicken sandwich" to my list of foods to try. Probs gonna do that to kick off my unplanned vacation of unemployment.

Lee pretty much validated my frustration over Oogway and his insistence of going "I'm not gonna tell you the secret la dee da" because apparently the secret to becoming the greatest warrior of all was inside you all along. And the blind following of Shifu and the ongoing cycle of shoddy mentorship goes on and on 🤦🏻‍♀️

As for Game Theory and its new host Tom, I've actually been able to watch 2 of his theories, and basically he validated my instinctual doubts on the 'helpful' Ollie, as well as walked me through the KinitoPet ARG. Don't trust those animated clipart assistants, kids. Especially this one because I'm not kidding, this game fucking doxxes you.

And just an extra bit of chortles, if you know you know…

lore keeker 🤣

stories to om-nom-nom next

Quiet on Set Ep5: Breaking the Silence

All cards on the table, I'm dreading this more than looking forward to it because watching the first four episodes broke me, and I'm still hurting for the people whose childhoods and innocence were taken from them in the name of money and power. But the creation of the first few episodes empowered another former Nickelodeon talent to come forward, and we're about to hear a whole new account of the physical, psychological, mental, and emotional horrors that went on in those studios.

Double Cross by Campbell Thompson

Diving back into this story and hopefully get through halfway (or maybe even the whole book).

That's all I got for this week. Let's see what this next week brings I guess 👀🫡

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Hello, it's the anon-who-doesn't-understand-what's-so-great-about-sex again :) Thank you so much for your response to my previous ask, I really appreciate it.

I like your answer about bringing physical pleasure to the person you're having sex with, it's unironically wholesome. I can compare it to making a cat purr when giving her belly scratches (yeah, my cat loves me that much 🥰).

When I asked about how do you experience sexual attraction, I meant that... well... I'm not sure I know what "the usual way" is, tbh. I know the way people describe the beginning of sexual attraction when writing books and fanfics, but I wanted to hear something about that from a real person with experience. Like, what goes through your head when you see a woman and feel attracted to her (for the first time)?

I do not consider myself insecure about my body (thanks to a very nice upbringing, my parents never made me look at my body as something to be judged). That being said, I've never even seen a gynecologist because, it's gonna sound childish, but I'm scared of some stranger looking at and touching my genitals. I don't think it's a sexual trauma thing, though, because in that regard I had a totally non-traumatic childhood, thought I was extremely scared of getting sex education even from my mom before I turned seventeen (but that's probably because of my awful classmates who loved making inappropriate jokes all the time). Do you think a teenager can be grossed out by sex without having a sexual trauma?

About masturbation. The thing is, I've never done something that could be described as "touching myself". I'm not even sure what I do (cross my legs and constrict my hip muscles, if that makes sense) can be considered masturbation. I kinda tried what could be considered "getting myself off" that way, and the only time it kinda worked when I was watching a sex scene between two women in the movie called «booksmart» (though I don't think I felt attraction to either of them separately). I never tried doing anything like that when thinking about men, because the mere though would make me feel disinterest at best and revulsion at worst (which is why I never read mlm smut fanfiction, despite liking a few ships). What way people learn how to masturbate, anyway?

To wrap this up, there was another anon, saying that some people who call themselves asexual think of gross anal sex when they see a gay couple. I just wanted to say that a) not only gay men participate in that kind of sex, straight people do it as well, and b) I personally used to ship a few mlm couples, and what kind of sex they would be having was not my first thought when I, for example, looked at fanart of these characters. I totally agree that people who first imagine gross sex acts between a gay couple upon seeing them are homophobic, and that's not okay.

Sincerely, anon, who's too fucking scared to ask google for sex education, lol

Thank you for your time!

To answer your question about what I feel when I'm attracted to a woman. Well, it usually starts out with me thinking she's pretty or cute. I usually feel a desire to talk to her but can't always find out what to say because I don't want to embarrass myself. I can tell a crush is forming when I overthink everything I want to potentially say. When I was in high school, I actually used to look up conversation starters because I was so terrified of winging the convo. I'd memorize a few of them so I didn't have to worry about our conversation dying. Also, being very aware of how I look is a sign that I'm into a woman. I'm a natural flirt so the desire to flirt doesn't necessarily mean anything for me, but paying particular attention to how she reacts to my flirts is a sign of something, definitely. And idk, just wanting to text her and hoping maybe SHE'LL be brave enough to tell me how she feels and hoping she hits on me and maybe take some initiative. I have no issue being the one who takes charge, but it's nice when women reciprocate. If I'm not into her, I actually do not want her to hit on me or return and flirts I may throw her way ('why flirt with her then' you may ask, it's because flirting can be fun and it's not my fault that sometimes witty comments take the form of flirts). I take note of how she looks at me when she sees me. Her tone of voice. I guess the way I know I have a crush on a woman is me becoming very aware of how she acts when she's around me.

Do I think a teenager can be grossed out by sex without sexual trauma? Absolutely! I don't have sexual trauma but I hate the thought of my partner touching me back. Sometimes we just don't like things, ig. And it sounds like you don't like the thought of your genitals in general. I have to ask how you feel about giving to your partner but not receiving?

Any act that involves getting yourself off without another person touching you is masturbation. You don't have to use your fingers for it to count. I dunno if crossing your legs brings you to orgasm but if that's what you do to relieve your feelings of arousal, I'd count it as masturbation, I think. It really depends on how far you go with it and your intentions. If you're doing it to get yourself off then I'd say that counts. If you're just relieving tension then it's just relieving tension. People don't really "learn" how to masturbate. It's pretty instinctual. Most people just touch their genitals in a way that feels good and then continue that motion until it results in orgasm. Tbh, it kinda sounds like you have an aversion to your own genitals 😅 Not being comfortable even touching yourself is definitely a different ballpark. If you're asking my opinion, I think you might have issues with being vulnerable/viewing yourself as someone with sexual desires.

[staghunters]

hey hey! 2, 8, 12, 14

hoi hoi!

2. Oldest book you own (as in the one you received earliest in your life)

This one!

I got it from my grandpa one pakjesavond (sinterklaas/the dutch boxing day) when I must've been around 8 years old? I can recommend it, though it is very much a children's book in that there is a lot of exposition that feels overdone at times. Still, it's got "fairy tales are real but a bit fucked up in this world", fairies with double agenda's, sibling love, a shapeshifter who's definitely queer in some way shape or form!!, and the main character is basically like an Indiana Jones but for fairy tale artefacts (hijinks included) on the background is this large-scale political conflict that makes it all very witcher-y.

You might know this author from Inkheart, btw! This one has also been translated into english.

8. Best cover

A tie between these two!

I got them both last year on my bday credit at the store and haven't read either of them, but they look very nice. The Bale one is a hardcover that has gold details, but just the whole composition of it all is perfect.

12. Weirdest book you own

Definitely "The making of The African Queen, or, How I went to Africa with Bogart, Bacall, and Huston and almost lost my mind" by Katherine Hepburn.

I couldn't get it anywhere physically except as an second-hand library edition from the states (shoutout to Boston Baptist College Library!) but read it beforehand on internet archive because you can borrow it there for free! It's just a personal account of making a movie, but Katherine Hepburn is hilarious. It really reads like you're sitting with her and she has to vent about this stupid flick she did but wowza. Please let the following passage convince you to check it out. The full thing is only 150~ pages long.

14. A book you love but wouldn’t really recommend to others

HEX by Thomas Olde Heuvelt! (I don't have the cover below but really like it so ordered it at work just now asjdkfhlsd)

It was review bombed big time on Goodreads. On some points I could see the validity, but there's something really cool going on in here but that either doesn't translate well cross-culture, or is in general a bit ambiguous. The climax and ending is WILD. Not in a way of "wow some crazy fucked up shit happens here", which it kinda does, but I'm talking fucked up like a Hieronymus Bosch painting, and not like SAW.

I believe Olde Heuvelt did change some things to make it more understandable for american audiences, while sticking close to what he meant in the dutch version. Putting the town in the Hudson Valley as opposed to somewhere near Nijmegen makes sense, but still doesn't cover the typical "dutch small town" feeling from the original, particularly because of how densely populated my country is, making the whole curse that confines you to your super small old town forever till you die thing a lot more frustrating when everything modern and big is within a half hour drive.

Anyways, if you'd still want a rec: A town (name might vary but it's called Black Spring in the american edition) is haunted by the figure of a 17th century witch. the gist of her curse is that anyone who stays in the town for too long or is born there will have to stay till they die, only being able to leave for short amounts of time. Over the years there's been a sort of witch-watch task-force that keeps track of the witch's movements (she otherwise doesn't really do anything). All goes well until some teen boys want to fuck around for a nice video to post online.

Bookish Asks

[can-of-pringles]

Family Movie Night

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Rosie and Peter get movie night prepared before Marigold gets back.

Also Read on AO3

It was Saturday evening. Peter and his six-year-old daughter, Rosie, kept busy at home while Marigold was out running a few errands. Peter sat relaxed on the couch. In his hands, he held a comic book he had been reading. All the while, Rosie was off doing her own thing. Peter wasn’t too concerned. He trusted Rosie. However, the house was fairly quiet.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “Rosie? What you up to, sweetheart?” He called.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” The little girl shouted back.

“That wasn’t what I asked…” Peter thought. “Okay, we need to pick a movie to watch soon for movie night,” he mentioned.

“Oh, yeah!” Rosie replied, remembering that she got to choose the movie for tonight.

She stood on her tip-toes on the step stool in the bathroom; reaching for a hairbrush on the shelf. The tip of her fingers touched the plastic handle of the brush. When she grabbed it, she hopped down.

With a tug, Rosie opened one of the sink's cabinet drawers. She peered inside and reached for a ponytail band. She wrapped it around the brush handle so it wouldn’t get lost.

“Coming!” She shouted and ran back to the living room.

“Will you braid my hair?” Rosie asked. The little girl stood barefoot on the carpet, feeling the soft fibers of the carpet between her toes. She held a brush in her hand. “Please?”

Peter looked up from the comic book. “So, that’s where you were the entire time, little gremlin.” He smiled.

Rosie rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I was up to no good.”

“Hey, you never know in this house.” He shrugged and chuckled.

“Will you braid my hair?” She repeated.

“Did you grab a ponytail holder?” He asked, setting the comic down.

Rosie nodded.

“Good.”

Peter motioned for her to sit down. He ran the brush through her dark brown wavy hair. “I’m not hurting you, right?”

“No, you’re fine.”

He brushed her hair back into the shape of a ponytail. Peter separated her hair into three parts and started braiding them together. He finished it and secured it with the ponytail band.

“Alright, done. Why don’t you go look in the mirror and tell me how I did?”

The little girl ran off and went to look at her hair in the bathroom mirror, holding the braid up. “It looks great! Thank you, Daddy!” She shouted.

“You’re welcome, sweetie.”

Rosie ran back to the living room and sat next to him. “Can I do your hair now?” She asked, looking up at him.

Peter chuckled softly. “I mean, sure? It’s not as long as yours, obviously, but you can brush it if you want.” He ran a hand through his silver hair.

“Okay!” She grinned. She got up and stood by the couch. “Sit on the floor. You’re too tall.” She pointed at the floor.

“Maybe you’re just tiny.” He teased, booping her nose.

Rosie huffed and crossed her arms against her chest. “No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are,” he continued. “You’re a tiny little Twinkie.” He hugged her.

Rosie pushed him away. “Daddy… stop it…”

“Okay, but it’s true.” He let go and shrugged.

“You’re embarrassing.” Rosie sighed and tried to hide her smile. “Now, do you want your hair brushed or not? Sit, mister!”

“Alright, geez! Is that any way to treat your father?” He placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended.

He moved to sit on the carpeted floor, pulling his knees to his chest. Rosie picked up the brush, carefully running the bristles of the brush through his silver hair.

“You’re very good at this,” Peter commented.

“Thanks, I've had a lot of practice,” Rosie replied.

“You know, back when I was a teenager, I had longer hair,”

“Really?” Her eyes widened.

“Yep,” he said, popping the p. “If my hair was still that long, you could kinda braid it like yours,”

“Oh.” Rosie put tiny braids in his hair. Her eyes lit up when she got an idea. “You should grow it long again,”

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah!” She grinned.

“Eh… I don’t know. I think it looked bad…” He shrugged.

Though that was back when he didn’t know how to care for his long hair, or simply lacked the patience to take care of it properly.

“Aw, come on,” Rosie whined. “Then we’d match.”

“Don’t you and your mom already match?”

“But then we’d all match!”

“Sure…” He thought.

“I’ll uh… think about it." He smiled. “But, for now, I like how it looks currently.”

He reached up to touch his hair when Rosie lightly smacked his hand away. “Ow!”

“Don’t touch it! You’ll ruin the braids!” She warned.

“Braids? You’re really going all out here.” Peter chuckled.

“Going all out?” She asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yeah, like, really fancy?” he replied.

“Oh, well, I wanted to make your hair look nice, like mine.” Rosie smiled.

“Aw, well, that’s nice of you,”

“Thanks.” She looked down and admired her own braid. “Alright, I finished! Be right back!”

She left to grab a small mirror from the bathroom.

“Do you like it?” Rosie handed him the mirror.

“Oh, yeah. I like all the little braids.” He looked at his hair in the mirror. “It kinda makes me look like a pirate, right? Arrrr!” He winked and tried imitating a pirate.

“Eh… no.” Rosie deadpanned.

Peter let out a laugh. “Wow, thanks for being honest, I guess.” He sighed.

“Mommy says honesty is the best policy.” Rosie nodded.

“She’s right, mostly,” Peter replied. He got up to sit on the couch again. “But don’t tell her I said mostly.” He whispered, giving her a wink.

Rosie giggled. “Okay.”

She quickly returned the mirror and brush to their places. The little girl ran back. She sat in his lap, and Peter pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you for making my hair look pretty, sweetie.” He kissed her head.

“You’re welcome, Daddy,”

“Now, come on, your mom expects supper to be made by the time she gets home. How about… pizza?” He asked.

“Yeah!” Rosie cheered.

Peter carried her to the kitchen.

“And, while we work on the pizza, you can decide on a movie we can all watch.”

“I want to watch Kiki’s Delivery Service!” She smiled.

“Again? Well, it is very good, I’ll admit,” Peter said.

“It is magical! With witches and magic and cats and everything!”

“Please, don’t yell into my ear, ouch.” He winced and chuckled softly.

“Sorry.” She whispered.

“It is very magical. You’re right, Ro.” He whispered back.

She smiled.

---

By now, the pizzas were cooking in the oven. Rosie peered through the oven window as the pizzas rose.

“They look yummy, huh?” Peter looked at the pizzas with her.

“Uh-huh.” The little girl nodded.

“Why don’t you get the movie ready while we wait for the pizzas? Mommy will be back soon.” He suggested.

“Okay!” Rosie ran back to the living room. She reached up on the shelf for the movie. Her fingers touched the case. Then she faltered. She frowned. “Do you think Mommy will want to watch the movie?” She fidgeted with her hands.

“I’m sure she will. After all, she was the one who even introduced me to Ghibli movies.” Peter assured her.

“Okay.” Rosie smiled. She set up the movie.

“Do you need any help with the movie menu?” Peter asked. He set the hot pizzas on the stove to cool down.

“Daddy, I can do it. I’m not a baby.” Rosie rolled her eyes and huffed.

“But I thought you were my baby.” He cooed, exaggerating the sappiness to tease her.

Rosie groaned in embarrassment, rolling her eyes. “Daddy….”

“Alright, alright, I get it. I used to find it super annoying when my mom would say similar stuff to me, too,” Peter said.

“Okay, well, most of the time it’s super embarrassing, but I know it comes from love and stuff so… sometimes it’s okay when you say it.” Rosie shrugged.

Peter grinned.

“That doesn’t mean you get to say it all the time, Daddy, especially in public,” she warned him.

“Okay… don’t be an embarrassing sappy goofy dad all the time, got it,”

Rosie nodded.

“It will be very challenging, but I think I can manage.” He joked.

Rosie giggled.

---

“Alright, I think the pizzas have cooled down enough. You want to taste test them?” He suggested. A mischievous smile was on his face.

Rosie gasped. “But Mommy doesn’t like it when we do that.” She whispered.

“Well… she’s not here right now, she doesn’t have to know…”

Rosie thought it over. “Okay!” She grinned.

“Taste test the pizzas, my chaos child.” Peter instructed.

“Yes, sir!” She pulled a tiny bit of the pizza off with a fork and ate it. The piece was so small the pizza almost looked normal unless you inspected it closely and glanced at the missing part. “It’s great! And I didn’t burn my mouth!”

“Well, that’s good.” He laughed at her enthusiasm.

A while later, Peter and Rosie sat on the couch; watching special features on the movie menu while they waited for Marigold to return. They turned their heads when they heard a knock at the door.

Marigold opened it and walked in. “Hey, you two!”

“Mommy!” Rosie ran to her, and Marigold picked her up. “Hello, my little munchkin!” She kissed her cheek. “Oh, is that pizza I smell?” Marigold asked.

Peter hugged her from behind and quickly kissed her on the neck. “Yep. It was taken out of the oven not too long ago.”

“Can’t wait to have some slices.” She smiled.

“Mommy! I picked the movie for tonight! We’re watching Kiki’s Delivery Service!” Rosie grinned.

“Ooh, a great choice, dear.”

“See, told you,” Peter murmured.

“Told her what?” Marigold asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“Oh, nothing, it’s just Rosie was worried you would not like her movie choice.” He explained.

“You didn’t have to worry, sweetie. I like whatever you choose,” Marigold said.

“Oh, good.” Rosie sighed in relief.

Marigold and Peter chuckled.

“Now, come on, pizza’s ready,” Peter said.

“Pizza!” Rosie cheered.