#oh well. a couple more weeks or so is still pretty good considering how much i've got to go through.

[redo-rewind-if]

It's me, back again, just in time for the weekly progress report that I definitely didn't forget about until just now! 🤡

Next Update (Chapter 3? Quite Possibly!):

Intro Scene (if not on music fest route): 100%

Music Fest Routes (Solo, V, and Amara): 100%

Club Pyre Path: 100%

Editing: 60%

Coding: 65?% (Possibly even more!)

Bug Testing: 0%

Another big chuck of editing has been completed! At this point, I'm fairly confident the next update will be ready for release next month!

Hoping for the first week or two, but the bug testing will be the deciding factor there, so we'll just have to wait and see if my code behaves itself...

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

TBOSAS Vogue Interviews — Rachel + Tom

(next part will be you and Josh’s interview)

no descriptors other than reader being shorter than tom but i use she / her. click [HERE] for the table of contents for all things tom x actress!reader

for the interviews, rachel and tom are still paired up since they’re the leads, and you’re with josh. sorry hunter hshxhsdi. also in this tbosas has been out for a month so the cast is allowed to talk specific scenes and give “spoilers”

The first bit of the video shows short clips of some answers, but no context as to what the questions are.

“Oh that’s an easy one, my girlfriend,” Tom can’t help but smile.

Rachel playfully slaps him with the card. “I was going to say her!”

~

“Pepper jack,” Rachel shrugs.

“Maybe… maybe a sharp cheddar?” Tom laughs.

~

Tom sighs, “that was quite a hard scene to film. After each take I’d ask if she was alright at least a couple of times.”

“Honestly the games as a whole, because I missed a lot of the stunt training.”

~

THE INTERVIEW —

“Hi Vogue, I’m Rachel Zegler.”

“And I’m Tom Blyth. Today we’re here to ask each other some questions, rapid fire.”

Rachel shuffles the interview cards around. “Okay first question, what would you say was the most difficult scene to film and why? Ooh I have my answer already.”

“You go first, I’m still thinking,” Tom laughs.

“Well for me, the most difficult scenes physically were honestly… the games as a whole. I missed a lot of the stunt training so to have one of my first scenes be me running like crazy screaming for Jessup, it was pretty intense.”

Tom blushes a little. “Sort of piggy backing off of Rachel’s answer, the hardest physically I’d definitely say my scene with Josh when we’re running out of the arena. The first few takes were stopped fairly quickly because either he or I would trip. But the most difficult emotionally, the scene in the cabin with Coriolanus and Nova May.”

“Aww,” Rachel puts her hand over her heart. “That’s was so cool to watch you both but yeah I can for sure see why it would be difficult. Did you guys rehearse it a lot?”

Tom shakes his head. “Not at all actually. We ran through the lines a few times but as far as acting out the whole scene, not until we were on set and they wanted a run through. And thankfully after the third take they were satisfied. That was quite a hard scene to film. After each take I’d ask if she was alright at least a couple of times.”

Off camera, someone asks “how long have you guys been together?”

“Pretty much since we met,” Tom tries, and fails to hide his smile. “So she and Josh were actually cast on the same day in June of 2022. At that point Rachel and I had already been cast, and the 4 of us, it just so happened that we were all in London for one thing or another and we all went out to dinner that night. Knew I fancied her right away, and I wanna say it wasn’t even a couple of weeks later that I asked her to be my girlfriend. Sorry I know I went off topic. To answer your actual question, almost a year and a half.”

Tom and Rachel chat for a couple of minutes as cameras are moved around to capture different angles.

“Next question, something a lot more lighthearted. If you were a cheese, what—”

“Pepper jack,” Rachel shrugs, not elaborating.

Tom bursts out laughing. “You had that answer ready awfully quick.”

“What can I say, I’m a cheese girly.”

“I guess that’s my go. Pepper jack is a good answer by the way. I’ll go cheddar. Maybe… maybe a sharp cheddar?”

Rachel taps her chin as if considering what Tom just said. “Yeah, I could see sharp cheddar. Okay guys sorry they’re motioning behind cameras that we have to speed it up. This is rapid fire and we’ve only answered two questions, sorry!”

“Sorry guys! Okay okay next question. Who is your favorite person to run lines with? Oh that’s an easy one, my girlfriend.”

“I was gonna say her!” Rachel faces the camera. “You guys, she’s seriously the best person for that. She memorizes lines sooo fast. By the end she won’t need a script to help you and she’ll be able to still correct you if you mess up!”

“What — oh wait I’ve already asked that question,” Tom flips through the cards, “okay here we go. If you could play any other character in the film, who would you play?”

Rachel claps and points at Tom. “We were just talking about this! I’d either want to play your character because I think it would be so fun to kind of switch to the villain. Or Nova May because hello she’s a badass.”

“Do you know what, and I swear I’m not making this up, my answers are the same as yours. either Nova May because I feel like she’s the opposite of Coriolanus in a way. Or Lucy Gray because I love that even after the games, she’s stayed true to who she is and she doesn’t let Coriolanus corrupt her.”

Rachel and Tom chat again as cameras and lights are moved around. They each do 2 questions.

“Okay we’ve each got one more question. Ooh this one’s fun! You’re stuck on a deserted island for a month and can have five things with you, what do you bring? And it says people don’t count,” Rachel thinks for a moment, “you go first because I need to give this some real thought.”

“No people, okay let’s see… my phone, one of those solar power generators so I could plug things in, phone charger, a book, and mini fridge. I’m sure I could cook some things up and be able to save them for later.”

Rachel nods in approval. “I am going to copy your first three things because I think I’d go crazy not being able to at least write out my thoughts in my notes app or something, or record what’s happening on my camera. But for my last two things, a guitar now that I can play, and… oh crap this is harder than I thought. And… a surfboard! If you’re stuck on an island that’s the perfect time to pick up a new hobby.”

“I think we’re finally getting the hang of this, of course right at the end. Oh I have the last question that’s right. Let’s see… what three characters from other shows or films do you think would do well in the Hunger Games?”

“I love that question!” Rachel nearly falls out of her chair. “Definitely someone from Game of Thrones — ooh or House of the Dragon! You know what, Juliette would do really good. A bow and arrow can take you really far in the games and that’s her go-to weapon.”

Tom smiles and blushes once again at the mention of his girlfriend, or at least the character she plays.

Rachel thinks about her last two answers. “Joel Miller from The Last of Us, and Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds.”

“Why Spencer?”

“He’s a literal genius. I bet he’d be able to rig a bunch of traps that no one would suspect and he’d be able to eliminate most of the other tributes without any physical contact.”

“Ahh I didn’t think of that. Hmm also from House of the Dragon, Aemond Targaryen. He’s quite ruthless isn’t he, he’d have no problem getting rid of the other tributes. And also Clint Barton, like you said because a bow and arrow is a really good weapon to have. Also… Uhtred Ragnarsson from The Last Kingdom.”

Someone behind the camera says it’s time to wrap it up.

Tom smiles at the camera, “thank you so much for having us.”

“We hope you enjoyed watching, bye!”

TOM BLYTH x ACTRESS!READER TAGLIST —

@callsignwidow | @spencerstits | @coconut-dreamz | @daenerysqueenofhearts

[flamingpudding]

Ghost Hunting Vigilantes

Ouija Board Prompt Idea Continuation...? Maybe!

Follow up part directly to this: Ghost Hunting Vigilantes #2

A/N: You guys are awesome. Comments and Reblogs gave me so much inspiration I ended typing this down during Lunch Break. Also I just might have wanted to image Tim going all out on the ghost investigation, I blame watching to many TFIL Overnight videos...

You would think that as Ghost King Danny would be able to learn from his mistakes, and he really could learn from his mistakes but for some reasons, this was something he was not learning from as he floated above the vigilantes curious. He wasn't going to mess with them again, Lady Gotham had beat that into his skull at least. Not like he did the first time but apparently the old city spirit was rather protective of her 'knights'.

Still their first meeting had gotten the Ghost King curious. It wasn't just about the matter with the Red Hood Guy, something he had promised Lady Gothom to take care of as compensation once he figured out what was up with him. But these guys seemed to have gotten an interest in ghost communications now.

So a couple weeks later he was floating invisible once again above them watching the RR Teen - by now he had learned that RR stood for Red Robin and he had snickered at the realization that his hero name was also the name of a Dinner - was laying out cat balls all around the room before setting up some other devices.

The Kid, Robin, was sitting cross legged and arms crossed on the ground and looked very grumpy. Danny could hear the kid mutter something about Pit Demons and that they should get rid of them instead of trying to communicate. The kid had yelled that before and Lady Gotham had never explained that in her lectures about how he should treat her 'knights'. What were Pit Demons? Was that a ghost variant his kingly tutors had failed to tell him about? If they were his subjects and tormenting humans he would need to deal with them, before the GIW became aware of them.

The one in blue, Nightwing if he remembered correctly, was laying out the Ouija Board again at the same place it lay last time. Danny noticed that the guy was looking at the board with curious confusion and for a moment the Ghost King wondered if he had left some traces on the board when his own ectoplasm soaked it.

"Think that ghost will appear again?" The girl in purple was also there again and next to her was another girl dressed in darker colors. Spoiler and Orphan according to Tucker and the city spirit.

"It's a Pit Demon. Stop calling it a ghost." Robin cut it glaring heated at them all. Danny muffled a snicker. The poor kid was definitely not very good at handling the ghostly things but by saying the Ghost King was Pit Demon the kid appeared to be braver about the whole situation these vigilantes were 'investigating' and setting themselves up for.

"I am more worried that Replacement got scammed buying all these things." Red Hood huffed as he was turning around and looking at a controller-like thing in his hands. Danny floated closer looking over the tall guy's shoulder. The thing had five LEDs in different colors and EMF Meter was written on it. Huh, was that thing like the Fenton-Finder? Well his parents had to get the idea for their inventions from somewhere.

A high pitched beep resounded in the room and all eyes turned to Red Robin who was finishing up setting a small box with an antenna. Danny recognised this one from online ghost hunting videos Sam has made him watch as a joke, a REM Pod. Oh so all the stuff they laid around the room including the cat balls were options for him to use? That was pretty nice of them considering the first time they were just playing around with a Ouija Board.

"We are all set up and good to start." Red Robin said as he stood up facing the rest of the vigilantes proudly and Danny arched an eyebrow. "We can now investigate if this 'ghost' is a Pit Demon or has anything to do with the Lazarus Pits or Water and what they want here in Gotham! I missed out on getting a sample last time but hopefully they will be willing to give me one this time."

The Lazarus' what now? Danny blinked at the teen stunned. He had only played a joke on them and Lady Gotham had already sorta punished him for it. If getting hit by a ghost club and lectured on knightly etiquette counted as punishment, which in his opinion did. Why were they making such a big deal out of this anyway?

"Don't we need to… like open a veil and introduce ourselves?"

"No."

"Oh come on Baby Bird. We have to be polite."

"Says the fucker who secretly attempted to use the Ouija Board behind our backs." Red Hood grumbled turning on the controller in his hand and nearly dropped it as the LEDs all started to glow and it let out a long drawn out beep. Danny blinked at it, he was still floating around the tall guy's shoulders.

"Fuck! The hell is with that thing?"

"Oh! Oh! The ghost is already here!"

"It is a Pit Demon."

All the vigilantes suddenly looked a lot more on alert, Danny held back a chuckle as he floated away from Red Hood and over to Nightwing. The LEDs went down to two and Danny suppressed a hum in curriousity. Did Red Hood have a signature that thing was picking up on? Was the guy a halfa in the making? He didn't appear to have any of the signs Vlad had told him about once.

"Hey so are you the one we talked to last time?"

Seeing the board as the closest thing to communicate by him, he reached out and moved that wooden piece to YES. The vigilantes looked among themselves and Danny floated over to the kid that started nervously playing with a cat ball that had been placed near him, wondering if he could send out like a calming aura for the kid.

Lady Gotham hadn't needed to hit him that hard, seeing the kid now made the Ghost King feel guilty for scaring the poor boy the way he did. Even if he didn't know what all that Lazarus Stuff was about yet. He mentally noted that down, maybe Clockwork, Pandora or one of the annoying Observants had an idea.

"So are you a Pi-"

"Are you okay?" Nightwing cut in, interrupting the question Red Robin was going to ask and Danny blinked. Huh that was new. It's been a while since anyone aside from his sister and best friends asked him that.

He floated towards the RR teen and he lightly touched the REM Pod's antenna, it let out a different pitched beep than it had before causing the teen that stood by it to jump up and turn around staring at it with wide eyes. "I didn't touch it!"

Spoiler rolled her eyes. "Of course you didn't, Mr. Ghost did."

"The ghost could be a girl for all we know."

"It's 16."

"The voice we heard last time sounded like a male teen though."

"It is a Pit Demon, it most likely lied to us."

Rude, Danny didn't lie. He picked up one of the cat balls, it started instantly lighting up because of the movement, and lightly threw it at the kid that caught the ball on reflex. Wide eyed they all stared at the still blinking ball. "Did…. did the ghost just fucking throw that at Demon Brat?"

"I only ever saw in videos how ghosts lightly touch it to make it blink. I have never seen a ghost throw it like that."

Danny snickered into his hand to muffle it. Robin suddenly dropped the ball like it had burned his hand glaring at nothing as his eyes wandered over the room. "Show yourself Pit Demon!"

He floated over to Nightwing and the Ouija Board again, passing Red Hood who was still holding the EMF Meter that hit all five LEDs for a moment and beeped when he passed by. Making the tall guy jolt and stare down at it. He swiftly moved the wooden piece to NO.

After last time and the beating Lady Gotham gave him with her ghost club, he was not going to show himself. Not even with a little ectoplasm-avatar blob form. Okay maybe he will later on, when he was sure they wouldn't suddenly start attacking it again. He didn't see any of his parents' weapons with them but he wasn't going to risk it. Considering what Red Hood had said earlier, Red Robin might have bought some more stuff he had not shown or laid out yet.

"I demand that you show yourself, Demon!" The kid was pulling out his katana looking ready for a fight.

Now that was rude. Danny was a half ghost. Not a Demon. They were an entirely different species. Sure they were sort of a part of the Infinite Realms but like Ghost are formed from ambient ectoplasm, strong wills and emotions. Demons were like a living breathing species that needed to eat actual food like humans and not entirely made of ectoplasm.

Danny didn't move a single finger to respond to Robin's demand, silently scoffing.

"They are not ghosting us now are they?" Nightwing carefully asked after the silence had dragged on. Red Robin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I swear if you made them leave, I will not include you the next time we investigate this 'Pit Demon' as you call them."

"Come on guys! We can't give up now. Maybe we can call them back?" Spoiler added, Orphan next to her nodded enthusiastically.

"This thing is still glowing on two LEDs." Red Hood added holding up the EMF Meter for the rest of them to see.

"So it's still around?"

"Probably."

There was more silence and an idea sparked in Danny's head as he suppressed a snicker and carefully floated over to the REM Pod making sure to avoid Red Hood and not alerting the thing in his hand. He crouched by the box, studying it for a little bit and making sure not to touch it to accidentally set it off too soon.

"It's been too quiet. Are you sure it didn't leave?"

"Still on two LEDs."

"This demon is a coward."

"You're not making it better Baby Bird."

"We should have gotten Signal to come too. He probably could have told us for sure if they are still around or not."

"Maybe we should pack up and try another time again?"

"But we didn't even get the ghost's name!"

Taking this as his que to give a sign of 'life' from him again, Danny touched the REM Pods antenna with a certain rhyme in mind. He wasn't hitting the notes correctly but the pitches were different enough from each other that these vigilantes would recognise what he was doing.

They jumped at first at the sudden noise until slowly realization dawned for some of them. The girls started to laugh after a moment and Red Hood also chuckled with the realization. Nightwing didn't look exactly ecstatic but he did seem ready to burst out laughing. Robin looked rather confused and annoyed and Danny wondered if the kid had any meme knowledge while Red Robin groaned but then appeared to smile in good humor.

Once Danny stopped playing with the REM Pod, Red Robin walked over to a table and put the case under it on top. He opened it and placed a raidio looking like thing on the table as well as a camera with a screen on it.

"Now, Mr. Ghost. I know you have a voice we heard before but you seem to appear to prefer not talking to us directly and whatever made you talk last time doesn't seem to be around tonight. So I have a spirit box and a SLS Camera additionally prepared here." Red Robin switched on the 'radio' and it started making white noises filtering through radio channels, he turned back towards the room holding the camera up with the screen facing the teen. The other vigilantes also appeared stunned by how prepared Red Robin was. Danny could only blinked as he realized that Red Robin was pointing it directly at him and for a second he wondered if that thing was actually picking up his movements or if it only picked up static or blurred images like the cameras back at home that were not old film.

"Let's have a talk this way, shall we?"

-Seriously?- Danny muttered making sure he was using ghost speech so they wouldn't hear him only to slap his hands in realization over his mouth as the Spirit box statically repeated his words understandable for them.

Wide eyed he stared at Red Robin who grinned triumphantly at him, he was still invisible at least... right?

[dream-with-a-fever]

but i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm (snippet)

by dream-with-a-fever (me) / societysgot (ao3)

harry/ginny, oneshot, canon compliant, missing moments during OotP

“So, I take it that cave in the mountains outside Hogsmeade wouldn’t work as a meeting place with Sirius?” She said, bringing them back to their conversation in the library.

Harry shook his head. “Definitely not — how did you know about that?”

“I’m really into mountain hiking,” She replied, without missing a beat.

Harry gave her a quizzical look before her face broke out into a smile, and she laughed.

“I’m joking - I've never done it,” She said, with a snort, “Hermione mentioned doing it with her family once — no, Sirius told me about it over the summer, back at Grimmauld place.”

“You and Sirius talked?”

For some reason he hadn’t even considered the fact that the Weasleys had been staying there for several weeks before Harry’s arrival. Jealousy bubbled in him momentarily, at the thought of them all spending their summer together, while he was stuck in privet drive. They had probably shared meals, swapped stories, made jokes. He vaguely remembered the youngest Weasley holding court up one end of the table on a particular evening, chatting animatedly with Remus, Tonks and Sirius. She had almost seemed like one of the crew. He just hadn't given it much thought until now.

She gave him a quizzical look, and he realised he must’ve been silent for a beat too long.

“Yeah, is that… alright with you?”

He forced out a laugh. “Yeah- erm, of course. I just didn’t think — I don’t know.”

“Well, he’s cool. Got a great muggle music collection. You’d probably know some of ‘em? There’s one band — super good called The Beatle and—”

“The Beatles.”

“What?”

Harry suppressed a smile. “Never mind.”

“They're really good. But, he mainly talks about you, you know,” She said, after a beat, “Raves about you actually.”

Harry sighed, like this was a real inconvenience.

"Oh, I am sorry," said Harry, fighting back a grin.

"I told him, I said Sirius, I haven't got all day - but the man's relentless. Wanted to know everything."

“That must’ve been terribly boring.”

“Very," She hummed, noncommittally. "You know, Harry Potter — famously boring.”

“Glad you agree.”

“Well, we can’t have everyone inflating your ego now, can we?”

Harry spluttered for a moment, before she continued.

“Not that a bit more arrogance on your part would be bad. You could be a lot worse. Look at Percy.”

“Thanks, Ginny.”

“Very welcome,” She said, breezily before clapping her hands together, “Anyway — if the cave isn’t an option, and all the fires are being guarded…”

“Well…not all of them,” Harry said, a look of realisation crossing his face.

When he looked up she was grinning widely at him, eyebrows raised. It was then that he looked around, and realised they were outside the Gryffindor common room — the trek from the library was like muscle memory to him now, and still their arrival had come as a shock to him.

The fat lady was chatting animatedly with her friend Violet from another portrait when they approached; both shrieking with laughter like a couple of hyenas, passing a bottle back and forth of some kind of mead that most certainly was not from the fat lady’s portrait. They were completely obvious to the two students stood outside.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your study session,” Ginny suddenly said, scrunching up her nose, looking rather guilty, “I know you need all the time you can get, you know, with the OWLs coming up so soon.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Have a lot of faith in my academic ability then, do you?”

She choked out a laugh, whipping her auburn hair out of her eyes. “Not what I meant and you know it. Though if you hanging around Ron every minute of every day is any indication of your intelligence…”

“Pretty sure you spend more time with him than me,” Harry replied, looking aghast.

“Yeah — because he’s my brother - I'm stuck with him, aren't I? But you voluntarily spend every waking moment with him. I mean, think of all the brain cells you must have lost already…”

“See, that’s—”

“But there’s still time to save yourself from ruin, I reckon. Just gotta get back to the books.”

“Well, that’ll be hard, seeing as you got me banned from going back into the library ever again…”

She elbowed him hard in the side, and Harry looked up, surprised at the contact. But Ginny seemed unfazed - like this was nothing out of the ordinary.

“I think I’ll take that chocolate egg back then,” She demanded, flicking a curtain of red hair behind her.

Harry scoffed. “Pretty sure you already ate most of it—”

And that earned him his second jab in the ribs. He glanced down at his feet, suppressing a grin.

Their slight cofuffle had caught the attention of the fat lady who now, having finally noticed their presence, began to complain at their frankly insulting dawdling (‘I don’t have all day, you two!’)

They parted ways in the common room; Crookshanks trotting over to the youngest Weasley the second she had stepped through the door; Harry making his way up to the boys’ dormitories.

He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

(Unbeknownst to Harry, it was the best sleep he had had in weeks.)

[sports-on-sundays]

hii <3 i have a request for an hector fort one shot. basically he has a crush/is in love with reader but shes few years older than him… she doesnt want to admit her feelings for him because she doesnt date younger boys and thinks it isn’t right. in then end hector makes her realize her feelings or sth like that . thank you if youre going to write this, take Your time anyway <3 have a nice day/evening idk whats Your time zone lol !!

it isn't right / Héctor Fort

Summary: Héctor x adult!female!Barcelona videographer!reader - Description above.

Warnings: blood

Requested?: Yes.

Author's Note: I decided at the end, his birthday passes, just because that felt like it should happen, so that they're both adults. Other than that, thank you.

Héctor kind of refuses to call it a crush.

Because a crush sounds too immature. It sounds like just a little kid crush, that doesn't really matter.

But it does matter, and it's more than just a crush.

Héctor is sure he really does love you.

"Mate, but there's no way," Marc comments, crossing his arms as he walks onto the training pitch with Héctor. "She's, like, so much older than you."

"Not really," Héctor comments in annoyance.

"Do you know how old she is?"

"Yeah!"

"How?"

Héctor glares, embarrassed. "I asked her."

"You did? When? And what did she say?" Marc asks, eyebrows shooting up.

"I don't know... A couple weeks ago. She just told me, and said she just had her birthday."

"Oh. So...? How old is she?"

Héctor glances at his football boots. "Twenty-one."

"Pwoah! Yeah, and you're seventeen!"

"Four years! It's only four years!"

"What year would that be? She was born in 2002? At least she's not from the 90's... Then she'd be really old."

"Yeah, because twenty-five or twenty-six is really old, right?" Héctor comments in disbelief at his teammate.

"Just saying," Marc shrugs. "Either way, you should go for girls your age. You've got no chance with her. She's too pretty, anyway."

"You're saying I'm not good looking?!"

Marc grins. "You're putting words in my mouth!"

"Well, I'll prove you wrong. I'll make her like me. You'll see. I'm going to go talk to her right now."

"Alright. If you say so," Marc comments with an eye roll as he continues walking.

So you look up from your camera to see Héctor approaching you. You smile. You've had a few short conversations with him, and you have to admit, he's sweet. "Hey, Héctor."

He smiles back, blushing a little.

You're not stupid. You've picked up that he's got a little crush on you.

"Hey, Y/n," he says, putting his hand on your shoulder. You glance to it, but pay that no mind as he continues, "How are you?"

"Good, and you?"

"Good... I... can I ask you something?"

You chuckle. "Shoot, Héctor."

"Do you.. Would you say I'm, like, good looking?"

You grin a little. "I think most football players are."

"But, like, me. Specifically...?" he pushes.

You smile. "You're alright." You really do like Héctor. You think he's sweet, and if he were a bit older, he's definitely the type of guy you could see yourself falling for.

But he's just...

He's still so young. You don't even let yourself consider those feelings, because you know that would be wrong. He's not even an adult yet.

"Just alright?" he leans closer.

"Do you want me to tell you you're handsome?"

"I want you to be honest," he grins.

"Why do you think I'm not being honest?" you inquire, turning back to your camera. His hand remains on your shoulder.

"I don't know..."

"Alright, Héctor. You're handsome."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No, I'm not," you respond casually. He remains there awkwardly, just standing there, so you look up at him, meeting his eyes, and say, "Anything else I can do for you?"

"Uh, date me?" he suddenly blurts.

You snort, but feel your face heat a bit. "You're basically twelve. Ew."

"I'm seventeen! And you just turned twenty-one, anyway! You're not that much older."

"So someone is just a little stuck on me," you state.

"So what?" he says in annoyance.

You sigh, your eyes softening. "Listen, Héctor. I like you a lot. You're sweet, and kind. But I simply can't date a seventeen-year-old. That goes against my conscience. It's not right. We can be friends, but that's it."

He grins, but there's still a bit of disappointment in his eyes. "I mean, hey. Friends is better than nothing... right?"

"Right," you smile. "Now, you better get to training. You're not paid to talk to me."

He rolls his eyes but runs off to do just that.

"Wow, Héctor... This is so nice..." you say softly as you look around the restaurant you sit in. You and Héctor have been hanging out more, going out places, but every single time, you're sure to remind him it's not a date.

"I figured you'd like it here," Héctor says with pride, crossing his arms across his chest.

You're aware of how much he tries to impress you.

And sometimes it works, but you try not to let him know.

As you eat, he slowly inches his hand towards yours, and slips it on top. But you slip it out, saying, "I reckon friends don't typically do that for no reason, huh, Héctor?" You grin teasingly, rolling your eyes.

He laughs, his cheeks reddening a bit. "Whatever."

You continue eating, and talking, just about life. There's a lot of teasing between you two that you're not ready to admit is flirting.

You've trained your mind to only think about Héctor when he's in front of you, because otherwise, you'd find yourself falling for a seventeen-year-old, and you simply will not let that happen.

You and some of Héctor's other friends are on the beach, playing an epic sand volleyball tournament by the lovely expanse of cool light blue water.

Of course, Héctor made sure to be on the same team as you.

Your long hair has grains of sand in it, and your knees are a little red, but you don't care. You're having the time of your life.

When you take off your tank top in the heat so you're just wearing your swim top, you catch Héctor's eye and snap. "Hey, buddy! Keep your focus! It's your serve!"

He blushes and looks away, before serving.

It's quite a bad serve, and goes straight into the grass on the other end of the net.

You catch his eyes and teasingly stick out your tongue as he argues, "We're on the same team!" with a little laugh.

But then, you run for the ball a few volleys later, slide, hit it up, but have a little tumble, gently hit your head on the pole that holds up the volleyball net, and up laying on your back, staring up at the blue sky, eyes glazed over in confusion.

But only for a moment, before Hector's concerned eyes come into view. Immediately he's there, kneeling by you. "Are you okay?" he asks, putting his hand on your arm.

"Yeah... yeah, I am. I think so..." You feel a bit of a sting below your hairline on your forehead, so you drag your hand over it, and stare in horror when you bring your hand back down to see it covered in blood.

You scream.

"Hey, hey... Looks just like a gash," Héctor says immediately in a soothing tone, giving your arm a little rub. "Come on." He hold his hand out to you to help you up. "I'll help you clean it up in the bathroom."

"Should we keep playing without you guys?" one of Héctor's friends calls as you walk with him toward the bathroom slowly, kind of in a daze.

"Yeah!" Héctor calls back. "We'll be back in a few."

When in the bathroom, you immediately rinse your hand as Héctor begins gently wiping up your forehead, asking gently, "Does it hurt a lot...?"

"No..." you say softly, looking at yourself in the mirror. "Just a little sting... It was just the blood, I think..."

He nods. "The shock of seeing all that blood."

"Right. Exactly," you say with a shaky sigh.

"Just looks like a cut that's bleeding a lot. You'll be a okay," he reassures, and although you could have just told yourself that, it's nice to have someone else saying it. "Just need it to stop bleeding as much, and then we can go back, and I'll get you a Band-Aid for it."

"You thought to bring Band-Aids?" you ask, surprised.

"I somehow remembered, yeah," he chuckles. But then his cheeks redden as he adds, "I mean, it's good I did, in the end. That way, I can take care of you..." His hand gently strokes your arm.

"Shut up, Héctor," you respond, looking away from him in the mirror to shield him from seeing the stupid pinkness on your cheeks. "You realize I could have taken care of myself just fine. I don't need a seventeen-year-old taking care of me."

"Sure," he grins, "but one did, regardless."

You sigh and roll your eyes as he continues to dab at your cut. Once the bleeding has stopped enough to not be dripping blood, he takes your hand and leads you out of the bathroom, saying, "I'll seal this up with a Band-Aid now."

You almost forget to slip your hand back out of his.

When you reach the beach chairs, where the Band-Aids Héctor brought will be, he gently urges you to sit down. You do so, and he kneels in front of you, looking into your eyes. He brushes some hair off your forehead gently, away from the wound, before putting the Band-Aid on it, saying, "There you go! All better." He gives your bare thigh a little pat, which makes your face heat up.

"Héctor, keep your hands to yourself," you say rudely, but he doesn't take offense, and just continues, "Feel better enough to keep playing?"

You nod and stand up with him, walking toward the volleyball court again.

Héctor had a bunch of friends over for his birthday.

Eighteen.

It leaves you with some questions.

He's older, now.

Legally, an adult.

And clearly Héctor has some questions, too, because for a moment, he whispers in your ear, "Will you be able to stay a little longer? After everyone else has left?"

You blink a few times, and can't help but blush. "That's fine. We can do that."

He nods, looking relieved. "Alright. Good. Let's do that."

So later, after a fun couple of hours, you watch the last of Héctor's friends leave.

So only the two of you remain.

He gently takes your hand, and you sit down on the couch together. "So," he begins. "I'm eighteen. I'm an adult now."

You nod slowly. "You are. Look at how much you've grown up," you tease, grinning.

He squeezes your hand. You stare at the two hands, connected. He smiles a bit, saying, "You've had all these months, of really getting to know me."

"I know," you smile. "And I think I like you."

He nods. "Enough...?"

"Enough for what?"

"I know I'm so much younger than you. But think about it. Now I'm eighteen. Eighteen and twenty-one is fine. I mean, Vitor's wife is older than him! He's eighteen!"

You smile softly. "Yeah, that's a good point."

"So?"

"So what?" you grin.

"Would you date me now?"

"Maybe I would," you say softly, feeling butterflies a little.

He grins wider. "Come on. Just say it. I know you like me back."

"Sure, Héctor," you roll your eyes. "I like you back."

He grins, and suddenly hugs you tightly- not what you were expecting, but you didn't know what to expect. "Oh, thank goodness," he mutters. "I've been waiting to hear you say that for months..."

You grin and hug him tighter back, "Yeah, yeah," you say, ruffling his hair. "I'm sure you have been."

[fyodoro]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥!

Their confession is so sudden, it sounds a little unserious…

-> Ft. Nagi & Chigiri (seperate)

Cw) Oblivious Nagi, kinda oblivious reader in Chigiri’s part… not proofread, this was just a rough idea and author wanted to write something for these two with little effort before her finals

➳❥ Nagi

Nagi had finally gotten a break from the Blue Lock program, and wasn’t doing much with it. You can still vividly recall the way he showed up on your doorstep, looking as tired as ever and bulkier than the last time you saw him.

He draped himself over you the moment you opened the door, not giving you much time to process what was going on.

“Nagi?” You said, shock laced in your voice. “What are you doing here? I thought you were stuck in Blue Lock for another while…”

“Break time… only two weeks. I wanted to come see you.” He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

That scene would have made anyone passing by think you were a couple with the way Nagi’s arms hung around your shoulders and his face buried into the crook of your neck. Of course, you weren’t making it look any better with the way you hugged him back.

It’s been a week since he returned, and he’s practically been living with you since then. All of his Blue Lock friends (except Reo) were shocked when they heard this. Nagi? With a significant other? It just didn’t sound right.

Even though they couldn’t believe Nagi had a partner, they were in even more shocked when Nagi said;

“We’re not dating. They’re my best friend.”

Reo rolled his eyes at the words that came out of his partner’s mouth. “Nagi, you and me both know there’s something going on between you two.” He stated matter of factly.

“But we’re just best friends.”

“Just tell them you’re in love with them!” Bachira exclaimed. He knew it didn’t work like that, but it was much simpler that way, especially for someone like Nagi.

Nagi’s head perked up at that. It was coming from Bachira, it probably wasn’t a good idea. Love was such a strong word… and these guys had never met you. How would they know he’s in love with you just by the way he talked about you?

He found himself a tad bit annoyed when he actually considered Bachira’s suggestion.

So here you were, with Nagi, in your room. It’s been like this for the past week. Nagi would come over after hanging out with friends, sometimes bringing Reo back with him, and stay throughout the evening. The only time he’d leave was to go home to his own bed, saddening you a little.

You’ve known Nagi for years now, way before his annoying growth spurt. Was he uncomfortable with sleeping in the same room as you? Or maybe it was because he preferred his own bed? The second option seemed the most likely, but it didn’t stop you from overthinking.

“What are you thinking about…?” Nagi’s voice came from your bedroom floor, making you lean over from your bed to get a glimpse at him.

His snow colored hair was sprawled out messily, but still framing his face. For some reason, you could never imagine Nagi with neat hair. It’s always been on the messy side for as long as you’ve known him, and it fit him too well to wish for any change.

If there was anything you wish he’d change about himself, it’d probably be his hygiene.

“Just the fact you used to smell pretty bad in junior high. No girls would ever come near you because of that, you know.” The memory of girls going out of their way to avoid him replayed in your head, making you stifle your laughter.

“Oh, that.” He groaned at the memory. “Everything was a bigger pain back then. Well, right now everything is still a hassle, but not as much as a hassle like before… like showering.”

“Yeah well, that doesn’t changed the fact you reeked.” You chuckled.

He found his eyes wandering to your face, far above his. Your laugh was like music to his ears, he wishes he could listen to it longer.

“Well me reeking didn’t stop you from loving me.” He said abruptly.

The word “love” rang in your ears for a few seconds before laughing again. “Oh Nagi, of course it didn’t.”

Nagi’s eyes widened at your “confession,” platonic love didn’t cross his mind when you said that.

“And you laughing like a witch didn’t stop me from loving you either.” Bold. He didn’t think you laughed like a witch, it was merely a way to get back at you for telling him he reeked.

His confession went over your head, contradictory to yours going right to his head. You stopped laughing a few moments later, and went back to the game in your hands. Nagi, however, was still waiting for you to say something.

The silence was comfortable for you, but deafening to him. He just told you he loved you, and you told him you loved him. Even if it was indirectly, surely you’ll say something about it, right?

“(Name).” He called out. You hummed in response.

“I said I love you, aren’t you going ti say it back again?” He asked, raising a genuinely curious brow.

You choked on your spit.

“You said what?”

“I said I love you. Now can you say it back like before?” He sighed. You were taken aback by his sudden confession, and confused. When did he say he loved you? And when did you say you loved him?

“Well- uh… when did you say that? And when did I say it?” You asked, not sure where he was going with this.

“I said me smelling didn’t stop you from loving me, and you said of course it didn’t. And then I said your witch laugh didn’t stop me from loving you, and you never responded.” He was sitting up now, pointing at him and then you to emphasize his words.

“Wait, you were serious?” You said, eyes widened with shock. In the moment, you didn’t think much of it. Friends tease each other using the word “love” all the time, you didn’t think yours and Nagi’s friendship was any different.

He nodded slowly, and you weren’t sure if it was from laziness or uncertainty. You were taken aback, bewildered, and in disbelief. He actually likes you back?

“Oh… well I love you… too?” Your voice pitch went up and down, much to your embarrassment. But of course, as usual, Nagi didn’t seem to care about that.

“Okay. I’m staying the night, can I sleep up there?”

He asked that question as if it were nothing, testing just how flustered you could get. He wasn’t doing it intentionally, he was just that oblivious.

“Um… yeah. Sure you can, Nagi.” He nodded in response, crawling up from his spot on the floor and onto your bed abruptly.

“You mean right now!?”

“Yeah? When else…?”

He rested his head on your lap, making you put your phone down and place your hands in his hair. You wondered how he was already so clingy just seconds after becoming official, but it was okay. If he wasn’t so cute, it probably wouldn’t have been though.

Meanwhile, in Nagi’s head, he mentally noted to tell Reo he was right… and to tell Bachira his suggestion lead to some misunderstandings.

➳❥ Chigiri

Chigiri was a light hearted guy right to the core, even in his seriousness he can stop himself from coming off as too serious.

Which is why he couldn’t understand how you misunderstood his confession.

Everything was perfect, the setting, the timing, the place, all of it. His confession was supposed to be perfect. He acknowledged the simplicity of a dinner date, but he didn’t want this to be over the top. If it was over the top it’d be too much, if it was too little you’d think he put no effort into it.

He had everything thought out and planned, yet somehow everything averted away from the plan.

“(Name), there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now.” He started, voice getting softer with each word. Before he could continue…

“Here’s your dishes, enjoy!” The waiter placed two appetizing plates in front of you and Chigiri, carefully setting them down before serving the next table. Chigiri eyed the meal in front of him with annoyance, not liking the way he was interrupted.

“Go on, Chigiri. What were you saying just now?” You asked curiously.

“Ah, well…”

“I’m so sorry, I forgot your drinks!” The waiter interrupted… again, placing your drinks on the table. Chigiri tried to hold back an eye roll and the interruption, but his face still held irritation.

“Keep going, I’m listening.” You reassured.

“Right…” He picked up a fork and knife, cutting his meal while trying to find the right words.

“Oh hey, this is pretty good.” You commented, eyes full of delight. Just then, Chigiri took a bite of his meal.

He nodded, agreeing. “Yeah, it is. I love you.”

He just needed to get it over with. And the best way to do that was to just… say it. It may have come off suddenly, but it felt better getting it out.

However, it didn’t occur to him he didn’t look up at you when he said that.

“Seriously? The food is that good you had to tell it you love it?” Oh.

His eyes widened, looking into yours with a baffled expression. He almost wanted to blame the waiter for interrupting you two so much…

“No! I mean the food is good— really good! But I meant that I love you.”

Your mouth made an “o” shape, taken aback by the confession. You weren’t sure whether to feel embarrassed or not that you thought he was talking to the food…

“Ah… you’re actually into me?” You asked for confirmation.

“Yes! I am into you. I really really like you (Name), I have for a long time now.” His voice was strong, making sure you were hearing every word he had to say about the way he felt about you.

It was quiet for a few moments, and Chigiri wasn’t sure if he’d be walking out of this diner with a significant other anymore.

“Well… I like you too- love you too, even. I didn’t expect it to go like this… but this means we’re official now, right?” You asked. The pink haired male across from you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at your returned feelings.

“Yeah, we’re official now.” He declared.

While his confession certainly confused you, you were just glad to be walking out of that diner with Chigiri as your boyfriend.

“Next time you tell me you love me, make sure you’re looking at me, and not food.” You laughed as Chigiri rolled his eyes. Despite the eye roll, he couldn’t be happier right now.

[sissylittlefeather]

Role Play Part 2: Clean or Dirty?

A/N: Well, I did it. I turned Good Cop, Bad Cop into a series 😂. So here's part 2! This one takes place in January of 1971 between Elvis and a fem!reader. This is intended to be pure fun, so I hope you enjoy it!

Here is the link to part 1.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also infidelity, he's definitely married

Word count: ~2.2k

After your romp with Elvis, you're pretty sure you'll never see him again, even though he seemed insistent that he'd find you. Still, you're surprised when a mysterious envelope shows up in your mailbox. When you get it inside and tear it open, you're absolutely shocked to find a plane ticket to Vegas and a ticket to Elvis's show at the International later in January. You dig through the envelope for some kind of letter, but all you find is a note that reads, "You pick the role play. -EP"

At first, you consider not going. He's married. But then you think about the way you felt when he fucked you, and even when he just looked at you. One more time wouldn't hurt anything, would it?

You look at the calendar and think about the arrangements that would need to be made to make it to the show. If you start now, you just might pull it off.

******

A few weeks later, you find yourself checking into your room at the still-new International hotel. Elvis has reserved a suite for you, so the bellhop brings your bag to the elevator and you make your way up. When you get to the room your jaw drops. The suite is enormous and decorated elaborately. You have a couple of hours before the show, so you get started on your hair and makeup. Once everything is perfect, you slip into the sequined blue and silver dress you've packed and head to the area where Elvis's concert will be. The usher takes you to a private table and you order a drink. You have a perfect view of the stage, which means he'll probably be able to see you too. You don't have much more time to think about it, though, because the music begins and the show starts.

You watch in amazement as he sings and dances and works the crowd in a way you've never seen before. About halfway through the third song, he looks to your booth and makes eye contact with you. Your heart leaps and he winks, smiling a warm, genuine smile. The show continues through the night and you're spellbound by him. He's incredible. And even if he doesn't come to you tonight, the trip will be worth it just to have seen him on stage. He winks at you a few more times throughout the evening, licking his lips flirtatiously and shaking his hips in your direction. Your heart skips every time and you feel yourself getting more and more turned on by the minute.

By the end of the night, you're really hoping that he will find his way to your suite at some point or you might have to take care of yourself. The wetness that's gathered between your legs is almost embarrassing.

******

When you get back to your suite, you make yourself a drink from the mini bar and sit on the couch. You're not sure how long you'll have to wait before he shows up, if he even does.

You look at the clock on the wall. It's almost 3am and you've already changed into the outfit you brought for your role play. You start to feel a little silly and just as you decide it's been long enough, there's a soft knock on the door.

Grabbing your prop, you go to the door and take a deep breath before opening it.

"Oh, Mr. Presley! You're home early!" You back up and let him walk into the room. His eyes travel slowly down your body, taking in your French maid costume, complete with white apron, lacy hat, and feather duster. "I haven't finished cleaning!"

You turn and bend over to dust the bottom of a table that's pushed up against the wall. His mouth drops open at the view of your ass peeking out from under your skirt. It's clear you aren't wearing any panties.

"I-I-it's fine. I can just hang out while you finish." You stand back up and he slides himself up behind you with his arms around your waist and looks at you in the mirror. "Y/n, honey, this is incredible."

He kisses the side of your neck just below your ear and you shiver.

"Don't break character."

"Yes ma'am." He unwraps himself from around you and makes his way to the couch to sit down. He's wearing a black suit with a yellow patterned shirt underneath, unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. Just the sight of him has you wet again, but you don't want to move too fast and ruin the illusion, so you continue to dust random things around the room, bending over periodically. He grunts and you see him adjust himself so that his cock is up under his belt.

Eventually, you make your way over to him and bend over directly in front of him. He sits forward and puts his hands on your ass. You jump up in false alarm.

"Sir! What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing, I just like the view." You giggle and go back to dusting, turning and acting like you're dusting something behind him. This puts your breasts directly in his face. He groans again and then places his hands on your hips.

"Sir?"

"You can call me Elvis." He whispers as he pulls you down to straddle his lap. You feel his hardness through his pants and your pussy clenches around nothing. "Do you mind if I touch you, honey?"

You smile demurely and bat your eyelashes.

"I work for you. I'm not sure it's appropriate." As you speak he leans forward and kisses your cleavage and then drags his tongue up to your neck where he kisses you again. "But if you're alright with it..." you answer breathily, not able to make anymore words.

He pulls your hips forward to roll into him as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"I'm alright with it. I wanna fuck you, y/n." You moan out loud with his words.

"I wanna let you." Without warning, he stands up and you wrap your legs around him to keep from falling. He holds onto your ass with both hands and carries you over to the bed.

He lays you down on it and then stands back up, removing his belt and jacket, letting them both fall to the floor. Then, he unbuttons his shirt and pants and lets them fall to the floor as well until he's standing there naked, cock bouncing. He slides both hands up your thighs and pushes your skirt up around your waist so that your whole bottom half is exposed to him. Getting down on his knees, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and moves your thighs to his shoulders. He leans forward and licks up your slit to the bundle of nerves at the top. You gasp with the sensation of his tongue on your clit. He moves his tongue over and around you intentionally until you feel your orgasm rushing toward you. He stops for a second and pushes his tongue into you a few times before going back up to your sensitive bud.

"I know you're about to cum, honey. Just let go."

"Yes sir." He drags his tongue across you one last time and your climax explodes between your legs, shooting out to your fingertips and back again. Your release splashes out of you onto the bed and he laps at you eagerly.

"Good girl." He kisses your inner thigh and then nips at you gently. Standing up from his place on the floor, he strokes his cock several times, looking at you splayed out on the bed for him. He can't remember the last time he was this turned on- except for the last time he was with you. Something about you drives him absolutely crazy.

You sit up on your elbows and watch him as he looks at you and moves his hand up and down on himself.

"What?" You ask with a post-orgasm grin.

"Nothing. Don't break character." He says playfully mocking you from earlier.

The bed is tall enough that he doesn't have to bend down much to line himself up with you laying on the bed while he's standing next to it. He pulls your legs up so that your ankles are on his shoulders and pushes into you slowly. You feel yourself stretch around him and the pleasure is almost overwhelming. He begins to move faster, pumping in and out of you vigorously. While he pounds into you, he grabs one of your feet and kisses your ankle. You remembered how much he loved your toenails last time, so you made sure to have fresh polish again.

"Mmm. These sooties..." He looks down at you almost nervously. The familiar term just slipped out, which was unusual since he didn't typically use it with his short-term girls.

"I made sure they were pretty for you." When it doesn't bother you, he relaxes and goes back to fucking into you deeply. His length hits your sensitive spot with each thrust and you feel yourself crashing into another orgasm. He can tell you're getting close, so he takes one of your ankles in his hand and, lowering your leg, exposes your clit to him. Then, he licks his opposite thumb and uses it to rub circles on you as he slides in and out of you.

"Oh, God, Elvis!" You cry out as your climax slams into you from every direction and you cum hard on his dick. His own orgasm is coming quickly and he picks up his pace as it approaches.

"That's it, baby. Take this cock like a good girl." He says as he pounds into you rhythmically. In two more thrusts he shudders and fills you with warmth.

"Fuck, yes, y/n!" He pulls out of you and stumbles to lay next to you on the bed. You look at him as he lays there and think to yourself that you've never seen a more beautiful man.

"I fully intended to take that outfit off of you, but I didn't make it." He chuckles and turns to look at you.

"Eh, it added to the effect. I'm gonna take it off now, though. It's not exactly comfortable." He watches as you sit up and pull the dress over your head, leaving you as naked as he is. "I'll be right back."

You go to the bathroom and he gets up to, you assume, put his clothes back on. In the bathroom, you look in the mirror and assess how fucked out you look. You catch yourself wishing he could stay, but you know he probably can't and wouldn't even if he could.

"Don't try to make this more than it is." You whisper to yourself in the mirror and then walk out of the bathroom. When you get back to the room, though, you're shocked to find him situated in the bed under the covers, still naked.

"You don't have to leave?"

"Eventually. Come lay with me for a while, though." He pats the bed next to himself and you crawl in and snuggle up beside him. He wraps his arm around you and kisses your forehead, again in a gesture that's far too intimate.

"So do you actually have a maid?" You ask kind of off-hand, just to make conversation.

"I do now. I haven't always, though..." He launches into a monologue about what life was like for him growing up so poor. You respond appropriately, but mostly you just listen. He's not sure why he's telling you all of this, but for some reason it just feels good to talk to you. When he reaches the end of his speech, he picks up your hand and kisses your palm, talking into it.

"What about you?"

"Oh..." Without thinking too hard, you start telling him about your upbringing. You're surprised at how easy he is to talk to and how good of a listener he is. You didn't expect to talk to him this much, but before you know it, the sun is peeking in through your hotel room window and you're still naked, cuddled up and talking. He plays with your fingers the whole time and the comfort level between you grows exponentially.

Finally, he sighs deeply and looks to the window.

"I need to go, honey." He squeezes you and then slinks out of the bed to get dressed. You sit on the side of the bed and watch him, trying not to wish he wouldn't leave. Once he's dressed, he stands in front of you between your knees and runs his fingers through your hair. He doesn't want to leave, but he can't tell you that.

"Can I see you again?"

"You pick the scenario next time." He smiles warmly and wraps himself around you.

"I'll be in touch." He kisses your hair one last time and then makes his way to the door. Once he's walked through it, you lay back against the pillows and sigh. You cannot be having feelings for Elvis Presley.

But what you don't know is he's outside your hotel room door leaning his head against the wall, thinking the exact same thing about you.

******

Part 3 soon? Maybe?

Do we want it?

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[skzfairyy]

6:15pm

Pairings: Han Jisung x reader!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: smug Jisung and the cutest cuddle in the world 🤭

Wc: 826 words

AN: Jisung in this one is just too adorable 🥹 Enjoy!! - Y2K

“Baby?!” Jisung’s voice hollers through the entryway.

A groan is heard from somewhere inside the apartment, causing Jisung to smile. He’s quick to remove his sneakers and tries his best to not sprint down the hallway toward Y/N’s bedroom. 

It’s been two weeks since the couple had last seen each other. With Jisung’s hectic schedule and Y/N’s job requiring her to travel more often than she wanted, they were finding it hard to meet up with one another. When Y/N’s job canceled her company trip at the last minute, Jisung was the first person to know. He had a light load of work to do today, and he, as well as a couple of other members, had the weekend off. The other members had originally planned to spend the day together, but Jisung had to decline, the overwhelming feeling of excitement to see his girlfriend was too much to push aside.

The brunette boy appears in Y/N’s doorway with a big smile, gray hoodie and black joggers fitting loosely over his toned body. His eyes land on the bed, Y/N’s body tangled in the sheets as her head lifts up briefly, sensing her boyfriend’s presence at the door. 

“You're sleeping?” He whines as he enters the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and over her body. Y/N’s whiney protests don't phase him at all. Instead, he kisses her pouting lips gently.

“I thought I had more time to nap before you got here…” Y/N’s voice is scratchy, finally beginning to wake up. Jisung gives her no personal space as he nuzzles his face in the crook of her neck, murmuring against her skin.

“I finished early. Had to come see my baby and tell you all about my day.” 

“Mm, what about your day?” Her hand moves to rub his back affectionately. Their voices are soft now, savoring this much-needed time together, relaxed and comfortable in each other’s presence.

Jisung rolls his body off of hers, settling on the other side of the bed beside Y/N. He rests his head on his palm as he looks at her. 

“We wrote some new stuff and recorded some guides. Minho hyung was teaching us the choreography for our new song-”

“Maniac right?”

He nods his head at her response before continuing. “And It was pretty easy. Seungmin kept saying it was because I’m an ace or whatever…” he shrugs nonchalantly, though his tone indicated how smug he really felt.

“Oh, an ace huh?” Y/N teased with a smirk.

“Why’d you say it like that? You know Stay even calls me an ace!” He glares at her playfully, making Y/N release a giggle of her own.

“I know you’re good at everything baby, I was just teasing you.” Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and pulls his body close to her.

Jisung’s entire argument he prepared in his head disappeared the moment she touched him. Usually, Y/N will tease him a bit longer, but the sudden affection isn't unappreciated. Y/N’s always been the most comfortable with Jisung around, so he knew their time apart was hard for her just as much as it was for him. 

“I’m basically a prodigy babe, you’re really lucky to have me as a boyfriend.” He says over her shoulder, causing her to laugh before pulling away. 

“Oh, of course. I can’t believe I ever considered dating Song Mingi when you were right here the whole time!” Y/N says casually as Jisung pauses and frowns at her.

“Mingi asked you out? And you chose me?” His face held a look of confusion that only caused Y/N to laugh once more.

“Will you stop putting yourself down? No, he never asked me out, I was just messing with you. But if he did, of course, I’d still pick you, dummy.” Y/N smacks his shoulder lightly as Jisung sends her an embarrassed smile.

“I’m just saying if he did-” Jisung counters, but Y/N’s hand covers his mouth before he can continue.

“If you continue to talk down about yourself when we haven't seen each other in two weeks, you’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight.” Her tone now leaves no room for jokes.

“Not even the couch?” His muffled voice comes through her hand.

“The floor, Jisung.”

He kisses her palm lightly before removing it and taking her hand in his. “Okay fine, what do we want for dinner?” Y/N smiles at the subject change before thinking to herself.

“Can we finish my nap, and then figure out food? I wanna just lay here with you for a while.” Y/N scoots into his chest as she speaks, Jisung welcomes her into his space before wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Okay, Jagi let's sleep.” He kisses the top of her head lightly before closing his own eyes, relishing in the warmth of her body against his.

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[honeyjars-sims]

3.37 Soulmates

Today I’m spending some time with Pops. While I was camping, he found out that the LGBT center where he’s been working forever will be closing in just a couple weeks and he’ll be out of a job. It wasn’t unexpected–they’ve been having funding issues for a while–but it still sucks. Unfortunately, Dad is in San My for a gig this weekend, so I figure Pops could use some company.

“I’m really sorry about your job,” I tell him as he finishes washing the dishes. “Are you guys gonna be okay?”

“We have a good amount in savings, and I’ve already been in contact with someone at the LGBT center in Del Sol. They’ve all but offered me a position there that pays more and has more flexibility.”

“Wow, that’s great! So I guess you won’t have much of a reason to stay in Evergreen Harbor, then.”

“Not really. We could probably find a smaller place closer to the LGBT center.”

I know what that means. There’s no reason my parents should have to pay for another 3 bedroom house when their kids are grown. “I guess it’s time for me to find a place, too.”

“I’m sorry to spring it on you like this, but I think you’re ready for it.”

“Yeah, I am. I really appreciate you guys taking me in for as long as you did.”

“You’ve come a long way, Johnny. You’ll be just fine.”

“What about you? You’ll be all alone when Dad is traveling.”

“That’s the good thing about this job. I’ll be able to work remotely some, so I can travel with Dad sometimes.”

“Oh, that’s good then. I know it’s not easy for you two to be away from each other.” I pause. There’s something that’s been on my mind since I came back from my camping trip, and Pops seems like the perfect person to help me figure it out. “Do you think you and Dad are soulmates?”

“Soulmates? Hmm.” He stops for a moment to consider. “No, I don’t think we are,” he finishes.

“Really? Why not?” I'm taken aback by his answer. What does he mean, they're not soulmates?

“Well, you remember how Dad and I met, right?”

“Yeah, you saw each other at a protest and sparks flew or something cheesy like that.”

“Mm-hmm. But I don’t think I’ve ever told you the full story of what happened that night. Before I ended up at the protest, I was at your mom’s apartment–she told me she needed to talk to me about something. Instead, I told her I was gay and couldn’t be in a relationship with her anymore, and I left–without finding out that she was pregnant.”

“Oh. She was going to tell you that night?”

“Yes, until she decided that I wasn’t the kind of man that should raise children. If things had been different–if she had told me she was pregnant before I came out to her–I would have stayed.”

“You would’ve kept pretending to be straight?” I can't imagine what his life would have been like but it sounds pretty terrible. And to think he would have chosen that because of me and Chantal?

“For a while at least. And who knows, maybe eventually I would have found someone else to love and I’d still be happy. But I wouldn’t have met your dad that night.”

“Ok, but that didn’t happen. What does that have to do with being soulmates?”

“Because, Johnny, if I’d stayed with her a little longer then the things that happened to you and Chantal at your mom’s house wouldn’t have happened. I would have been there to keep you safe and well cared for. I just can’t believe that your Dad and I were meant to be together when the circumstances that led to us meeting were also the circumstances that led to my children being hurt and neglected.”

“Well, maybe it’s fate and you would’ve met a different way.” I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around what Pops is saying. A world where he and Dad aren't together just doesn't make sense.

“Maybe. But I don’t think any of these hypotheticals really matter. Like you said, that’s not what happened. What matters is that today, in the here and now, I can’t imagine my life without him. Any reason in particular why you’re thinking about soulmates?” He raises his eyebrows knowingly.

“I guess it’s more that I’m wondering how you know if someone is the right person for you, but it kind of sounds like it’s not that simple.”

“Well, a sign isn’t going to drop down from the heavens that says ‘This person is the one,’ but it doesn’t have to be complicated. Find the person you can’t imagine your life without. I don’t know if that’s what you were wanting to hear, but I hope it answers your question.”

Find the person you can’t live without. Maybe there aren’t signs falling from the sky, but those words are about as close as I’ll get. “It does," I tell him. "It may not be the answer I was expecting, but I think it cleared something up for me.”

“I see. Do you want to talk about it?"

Normally I would jump at the chance to get some input, but now I don't feel like I need it. I shake my head. “No, I think I can handle it from here.” The thought makes me nervous, but I can’t avoid this. I need to talk to Lacey.

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[deathofacupid]

didn't see you there | peter parker

late christmas fic cuz why not

summary: what's a little cafe meet-cute?

the walls were coated with green, red, and white. christmas decor hung from corner to corner, draped against the walls.

there was a small christmas tree in the back, wrapped with tinsel and ribbon. small, shiny ornaments perched themselves upon the prickly branches.

holiday music rang from the speakers, and you twirled around, broom in hand. it was closing time and you were cleaning up before heading out.

"last christmas, i gave you my heart... and the very next day...

"you gave it away... this year..."

brushing pieces of trash and clumps of dirt into pile, you sang loudly, not concerned since you were the only one there.

the music was turned all they way up, and you weren't conscious of what was going on around you.

that's probably why you didn't here the chime of the doorbell, indicating that someone had entered.

at this point, you were doing less working and more... whatever was that you were doing.

"um— miss? i was just— i was popping in for a drink?"

you yelped, hopping backwards and jabbing the broom towards him. once you realized that he was not in fact a potential robber or bad guy, you lowered the weapon. weapon?

there wasn't much to work with in a cafe.

your cheeks were flaming hot, and you were just about ready to die.

the worst part?

he was 100% the cutest guy you'd ever seen. i mean, that had to make everything worse.

because now you couldn't even hit on him. poor guy probably thought you were crazy.

"...we're closed."

"oh, sorry. i didn't think you closed until 10:00. that— that's what the sign said outside, anyways."

"uh, yeah it's..."

9:51.

"oh. oh, i'm so sorry. i g-guess i lost track of time. i can take you right now, if you'd like."

strike two.

"yes, please."

you cleared your throat, face still flushed. "what can i get you... at 9:52, good sir?"

the boy (man?) cracked a grin, and your insides squeezed. he was just so damn pretty.

"one large black coffee. um, extra caffeine."

you raised an eyebrow, and he took it upon himself to further elaborate, "college student," he chucked, and that was enough for you to understand.

"well, that'll do it."

he laughed, "yep!"

"can i have a name for the order?" you didn't need it, but it was a good excuse to get his name.

"yes, yeah," then he paused, like he was trying to remember said name. "parker peter. wait, no— that's not what i meant. i-i don't know why it came out like that. peter. it's peter. parker, that's my last name... if you're wondering where that came from."

"okay... peter. cute."

you didn't ignore the blush that made it's way onto his face. maybe he didn't get flirted with often, you thought.

but then again, how could he not? peter was literally a greek god... like, what?

"so..." you started, wanting to break the silence, "what're you majoring in?"

"biotech."

"ooh, you're a science guy, huh?"

"yeah." peter was blushing again, you noted. why, though? did he think that was weird? or nerdy? well, it was nerdy, but in the best way possible.

"that's really cool!"

"you think?"

"of course!"

"um, yeah, i intern for mr. stark."

"mr. stark?" you racked your brain, trying to figure out whether or not you were supposed to know him. "...wait. oh my god, tony stark? like- like- stark industries? that tony stark?"

you were speechless. you knew that he had to be smart, considering he was in biotech. but this level? wow.

"mhm."

and, man, he seemed so modest about it.

"jeez, pete. that's insane!"

"thanks..." he glanced at your name tag, "y/n. that's a pretty name. what about you?"

"me? what about me?" you asked, banging on the side of the coffee machine. "damnit. this stupid piece of— ah-ha!" smiling as it started to work, you started filling up the large cup.

"major. wha-what are you majoring in?"

"huh— oh! i'm still in high school. i turn eighteen in a couple weeks. i'm a senior. y'know, at midtown."

peter's eyebrows shot up, "midtown?"

"hmm," you clipped on the top. glancing at the sharpie, you inhaled. you picked it up and scribbled down his name. and then, after a moment, you number.

"i used to go there. i knew you looked familiar. i'm a sophomore at college. you were... what, like freshman when i was there?"

"uh... yeah. something like that. that's so weird. i've never seen you around before."

peter winced, "um, yeah, i wasn't the most well known..."

you bit your lip, not wanting the conversation to drop.  "well, here's your disgustingly bland coffee, parker. sure you don't want any sugar or anything? a cookie, maybe?"

"no, i'm okay," he laughed, taking the cup from you. peter took out his wallet and handed you his card, which you took.

"sorry, again. for... you know."

"nothing to apologize for. you're good." pete furrowed his brows. "are- are you closing up yourself?"

you shrugged. "yeah. why?"

"no... it's just, it's really late."

"meh. i live, like, 5 minutes away from here."

"then i can drop you off? just so— just to make sure you get home safe."

"it's okay. besides, i still haven't finished," you gestured vaguely, "all this."

"i can wait. it's okay."

"pete—"

"it'd make me feel a lot better knowing you get home." he tilted his head at you.

everything about him felt so safe; you didn't even know him, but you already trusted him. he had that feeling that resonated off him.

"i—" you blushed, your insides squirming at the fact that he cared about your well-being. he was a stranger, and yet he still wanted to do this, so who were you to refuse? besides, it would be nice you stay and talk to him longer. "okay."

peter grinned, "cool!"

"just give me a minute." you cleaned up, wiping down the tables and pushing in chairs. "you know what'd be crazy?"

peter looked at you.

actually, you weren't sure if he'd ever looked away, because when you glanced up, his eyes were locked on you. "huh?"

"if you were, like, some kidnapper. and i just wouldn't know, because you'd be trying to seem nice, and then bam, you're dragging me to the trunk of your car. kinda like reverse psychology, but not."

he laughed, shaking his head. "how'd you know? man, you just blew my cover."

"don't even try it. i got a fancy red panic button on the underside of this counter."

"do you really?"

"yep... no. we don't. well, technically, we do. but it doesn't work."

"huh. okay."

the two of you went back and forth with little quips, making each other laugh, until finally, you were done. taking of your apron, you tossed it in the bin and hung up the cap. peter held the door open for you as you flipped over the "open" sign to "closed".

"you know, i normally don't let pretty boys walk me back home from work."

"well, i don't normally walk pretty girls home from work. so you should be flattered."

"i'll have you know that i am."

"how come you work so late anyways?"

you sighed, "we don't have... the greatest supply of money. my mom tries her best, but i like to put in the hours whenever i can to help. i do a bunch of extracurriculars because it looks good on resumes, and i only have time for anything else later in the day."

"i see. it's cool of you to help out like that. i'm sure your mom really appreciates that."

wincing, "she doesn't know i work this late. my mom doesn't get back from the office until 1 or 2am. it's nice i have a full scholarship. at least i don't have to pay for college. that crap is crazy expensive. or at least too expensive for us."?

"scholarship? that's awesome. where to?"

you shrugged, "midtown college. not as prestigious as their high school, but it's still something. majoring in graphic design."

"so you, like, draw?" his eyes lit up, "oh, is all that chalk art or the windows and board yours?"

"yep. you like?"

"yeah! are you kidding? that stuff's crazy. i could never."

you laughed, "thanks, pete. oh— well, this is my place. don't leak my address."

"no promises."

"and thanks, again. this was really sweet of you. it's nice knowing that there are still good people out there." and with a sudden burst of confidence, you kissed his cheek. "good night," you murmured.

you were too giddy and happy to look back at him, and you barely caught the farewell that rolled off his lips.

well, at least he had your number.

[mamaestapa]

Work, Work, Work

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: A couple weeks have gone by and the holidays are over. You go back to work and find yourself suddenly coming down with a sickness…

•word count: 2.8k

•warnings: Language, vomiting, morning sickness, mentions of pregnancy, like always i’m sure there’s more lol

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January 2, 2023

2 weeks pregnant

NOTE: this is NOT 100% accurate to what daily routines nfl players and work personnel have. it's purely just for fictional purposes:)

Beep...beep...beep...

You opened your eyes and let out a groan. Unfortunately, your short break from work was over. You rolled over in your bed, huffing out a sigh as you turned your alarm clock off. You got up from your laying position and sat up, stretching out your tired limbs. Why does 8am come so quick? Your daily work schedule usually consists of you getting up and around at 8 o’clock, so you can be at Kettering Health Practice Fields at Paycor by 9:45. Once you get to the stadium, you always greet some players and coaches before they head off to their next meetings. Then, you go to your office and work on anything you need to catch up on or any new work Coach Taylor gives you. Such as status updates, posting team pictures, event updates on the team website, Instagram stories, you name it. Then once noon rolls around, you head out to the main practice field outside or over to the indoor facility. It all depends on where Zac wants practice to be held that day. At practice, you take pictures of players, coaches, the stadium, etc. As you observe practice, you make notes of what to put on social media. Sometimes you’ll even post updates about how injured players are recovering, and how they're handling practice. Your job is pretty simple, but some days it can be quite exhausting. As exhausting as it can be sometimes, you do love your job very much.

As you stood up from your bed, a wave of nausea suddenly came over you. Uh oh. Stomach churning, you sprinted to the bathroom and threw yourself down on the floor and hovered over the toilet. You swore you threw up everything that could have possibly been in your digestive system. You picked your head up from inside the porcelain bowl and wiped your mouth. You groaned, feeling your stomach turn once again and your mouth fill with saliva. You pulled your hair back and retched into the toilet again. It must've been that chicken wrap you had last night.

After about a good 20 minutes of on and off vomiting, you finally felt well enough to shower. As you showered your stomach still felt a bit sour. You contemplated about wether or not to call in sick to work, but you decided to just suck it up. After all, you were beginning to feel better, a lot better. Which was very odd, considering how sick you were when you first woke up, but you didn't really think anything about it. After drying off, you put on your outfit for the day. Satisfied with your outfit, you made your way out to the kitchen to get yourself some coffee. You pulled out your favorite Cincinnati Bengals tumbler out from the cabinet above the sink as you let the coffee brew. As you poured the steaming hot liquid into the thermos, your stomach turned at the smell. You placed a hand on your stomach, grimacing at both the smell and the churning in your stomach. You took the full coffee cup and placed it into your fridge, knowing you wouldn't be able to keep it down if you drank it now. Trying to ease the sour feeling in your stomach, you decided to eat a piece of toast. Luckily, you were able to keep it down...for now.

~time skip~

You pulled into the parking lot of Paycor stadium, and parked your car. After you parked your car, you moved your hands up to fix your hair before entering the building. Your arms were lightly pressed up against your chest, and as they sat there, you noticed your boobs were super sore from the pressure of your arms. Sore boobs, throwing up, being turned off by the smell of coffee could only mean one thing: your period is coming soon. These were symptoms you would experience every once in a while before your period neared.

You opened your car door and made your way into the facility. You walked through a couple halls, and neared your office. You walked passed a door and saw Ja’Marr sitting on an examination table. You knocked on the door and poked your head in.

"Hey Ja’Marr,” you smiled as you waved at him.

His eyes lit up, "Y/n, good morning.”

“Good morning!” you greeted enthusiastically, “how's the hip?"

He shrugged, lifting his leg slightly. "Eh, it’s been better. Should be able to practice today.”

You nodded, "Good. Playoff ready?”

Ja’Marr chuckled, "Hell yeah.”

“You guys got this. You’ve Super Bowl contenders for sure." You smiled, nodding.

Ja’Marr leaned over and high fived you, "Damn straight we are."

You giggled, gripping his hand. "Well, I’ll see you out at practice. I have some work to catch up on."

"Bye Y/n, see you out on the field."

You waved and shut the door behind you as you left. You made your way a little further down the hall and stopped at the door that read: Y/n Hubbard SM Manager.

You opened the door and dropped your purse on the desk. You plopped down on the office chair and sighed heavily. You turned on your MacBook and began to type in some injured reserve player reports, as well as website updates.

Knock Knock

"Come in!" You yelled, eyes still peeled to your computer.

"Mornin' Y/n! I brought you some coffee." you looked up from your screen, eyes falling on Zac who standing over your desk with a cup of coffee.

Smiling, you took the cup from him. "Thank you, Coach."

As soon as you grabbed the cup, your stomach turned at the thought of drinking coffee once again. Coffee is one of your favorite things in the whole world, literally. But now? It was one of the worst smells you could be around.

"No problem,” he smiled as he leaned against your desk, “do you have those profiles updated with the information that Sam gave you before the holidays?"

You nodded, "Yes sir."

Zac picked up a file, flipping through it and nodding in approval, “Good girl..."

Your eyes widened. Did you hear that right? “E-excuse me?" you asked nervously.

Zac put the file down, "I said, good job."

"Oh.." you cleared your throat, "Thank you! It was super quick and easy to do, so yeah…” you trailed off, still unsure with what you heard come out of Zac’s mouth. Either you were just hearing things, or Zac really did say "good girl" and he was just trying to cover it up. You know it’s safe to assume you were just hearing things.

"Oh also,” he spoke, clearing his throat in the process, “I thought I’d let you know practice is out on the practice field today."

You nodded, “Great, thanks for letting me know."

Zac smiled, "Of course. Make sure you get lots of pictures and post them on instagram, please.“

You typed a list in your computer notes of things you needed to do today, nodding along as Zac spoke, “Got it."

"Awesome. I’ll see you out there soon Miss. Hubbard."

Zac walked out of your office and as soon as the door latches shut, you let out a sigh and leaned back in your chair. You longingly looked at the cup of coffee sitting on your desk. You desperately needed wanted caffeine, but something inside of you warned you not to drink all the caffeine. You’re not sure what it was, just a gut feeling. You always trust your gut. You took one last look at the cup of coffee before grabbing it and getting up from your office chair. You decided to give the coffee to someone else. You figure if you can’t enjoy it, someone else can. You walked down the halls until you saw someone worth stopping.

"Joe!" you yelled, “wait up!"

He stopped walking and turned around, A wide grin making its way onto his face as he saw you standing before him. "Hey, what's up?"

You smiled as you handed him the cup of coffee. "Thought you could use this. I heard you had a pretty busy Christmas, jumping all around Ohio to see family. So, I thought I’d give you this cup of coffee to help make the transition back into football easier."

Joe chuckled, taking the coffee from your hands. "Awe, thanks." he examined the cup before taking a sip, "caramel macchiato, that's my favorite. How’d you know?"

"A little birdie named Zac Taylor might've given it to me because that may or may not be my favorite too." You winked.

Joe frowned, "Why aren't you drinking it then?"

You shrugged, crossing your your arms over your chest. You winced lightly as they pressed against your chest, triggering the boob soreness again.

You shrugged, “My stomach was bothering me this morning, something didn't agree with me when I first woke up. I’m okay now though. I just don't want all that caffeine in my system. Don’t want to feel worse you know?" You explained, trying to ease his worries.

Joe nodded, "Yeah, I know what you mean. I’m glad you're feeling better though. Food poisoning is brutal."

You chuckled, shaking your head, "Ha, tell me about it."

"Hey Burrow! Practice is in ten bud, better get goin’.” Logan Wilson yelled as he was a couple feet away from the two of you.

"Yeah, I’m heading that way now!" Joe yelled back.

You smiled and waved at Logan. He waved back, "Hey Y/n."

“Tell Morgan I said hi.”

Logan nodded, “Yes Ma’am.” He followed a group of players outside towards the practice field. Turning to you, Joe rubbed the back of his neck. "I should get out there, wanna go with me?"

You smiled, deciding to take him up on his offer, “Sure.”

Joe threw the empty coffee cup away in a trash can as the two of you began to walk together. He stopped at the door going out to the practice fields, opening it for the both of you.

You smiled up at him, "Thank you."

He nodded, "No problem."

As soon as the two of you were outside, Zac blew his whistle. Joe put his helmet on and quickly ran over to where the rest of the guys stood, waiting for practice to begin. You walked over to the sidelines and stood next to offensive coordinator, Brian Callahan. He was working with the O-line, going over play calls, strategies, and of course, ways the guys can get better. You pulled out your phone and took a couple pictures of the guys, posting your favorite one on the teams Instagram account captioning it: O-line hard at work! #WHODEY🧡🖤

You moved back and forth between the offense and defense, taking pictures of the guys while they practiced. After taking many pictures of the players, you made your way over to Zac, who was observing Joe and the receivers.

You pulled out your phone once again, getting a few really good pictures of Ja’Marr catching the ball midair. You also got a really good one of Joe and Tee, too. You posted them to the teams Instagram story. Satisfied with your work, you turned your phone off and decided to watch the guys practice. Your eyes intently watched Joe. The way he flawlessly threw the football to his receivers was mesmerizing. As you were watching the guys, you smelled something terrible. You sniffed the air and saw an intern standing next to Zac, eating a sandwich. You suddenly felt another wave of nausea come over you just like it did this morning. You gagged and covered your mouth with your hand.

Zac glanced down at you, "Are you OK?" he asked, chewing his gum as his face scrunched in worry.

You bent over, putting your hands on your thighs and breathing through the nausea. You held your index finger up at him. "Just,” you breathed out, “give me a second..."you said, trying to focus on settling your stomach.

A few seconds later you let out a deep breath. Standing straight up you held a hand over your stomach. "i'm good,” you nodded. Zac placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it gently. He pulled it away when you stood straighter. You looked up and immediately noticed Joe. He was staring at you through this helmet, a look of concern taking over his features.

"Something wrong, Burrow!?" Zac shouted, making it a show to throw his hands up in the air.’

Joe shook his head, turning to Zac. "No sir!"

Zac gestured back to the practice field, "Then keep throwing the ball please!" Joe nodded and immediately dropped back to pass the ball.

Zac turned back to you, putting his hands on his hips. His lips forming in a straight line as his forehead wrinkled with worry, “Are you sure you're OK?"

"Yeah, yeah I’m OK,” you said, nodding reassuringly, “Just the thought and smell of food is making me feel sick right now."

He raised an eyebrow.

I’m pretty sure I got food poisoning from my dinner last night." you explained.

Zac nodded, "Okay. Well, if you need to go inside you can. I’ll have Kate work out here.”

You thought about it for a second before answering, "Yeah, I think I will if that's alright?"

"Of course. Being out here isn’t good for you right now if you're sick." he said, gesturing to the field that still had some snow on it.

You nodded, "Yeah, you're probably right."

He smirked, "I’m always right. Now please, go inside and work, Y/n."

"Thanks Coach." you said, waving goodbye to him. Zac waved back and went back to screaming at the guys.

"You dumbass! Use your head, Boyd! Ifthe ball is coming at you, you catch it, you don't dodge it! If you're going to dodge it you might as well play defense, god!” Zac blew his whistle, “Do it again!”

You couldn't help but giggle as you walked away from the scene behind you. You made your way back into the family, heading for your office. As soon as you reached the wooden door, you opened it and made your way over to your desk. You plopped down on your chair and let out a sigh. Younthought about everything that was currently going on with you.

Vomiting, nausea, sore boobs, gagging over foods you usually like, being grossed out by coffee—which you love. What is wrong with you?! You started to think about the what if's, but you ultimately decided that it’s either just you PMSing or it's a stomach bug. Hell, it could even be both! You decided not to worry about it, thinking that hopefully by tomorrow you would feel better and be out of the funk you were in right now. You decided to just eat a granola bar and some strawberries for your lunch today, not wanting to upset your stomach any more than it already was. A couple hours later, you heard a knock at your door.

"Come in!" you called out, leaning back in your chair.

"Hey sis." Sam said, walking into your office.

"Hey Sammy, what can I do for you?" you sweetly asked your older brother. He sat down on the corner of your desk.

"Ew!” you gasped, “get your sweaty ass off of my desk." you said, laughing as he rubbed himself further into your desk.

Sam rolled his eyes and stopped his shimmying, “Nah, I’m good here. My legs feel like jello. Zac really pushed us today."

"That’s good isn't it? I mean, if you guys want to make it to the super bowl again, you gotta push yourselves past your limits sometimes."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, I guess you’re right. But of all days to make us do that much, Taylor picks a fucking monday!?”

You giggled, "Are you shocked? It is Zac after all."

Sam chuckled, "Hey, are you feeling alright? I saw you hunched over outside earlier and I noticed you left practice early.”

For about the fifth time today you said, “Yeah, I’m OK. It’s just food poisoning from last night, I think."

He grimaced and stuck his tongue out in disgust, “Gross."

"I know right?” you scrunched your nose, “but I’ll be fine, I feel much better now."

Sam smiled, "That’s good. Usually food poisoning knocks you out for days."

"Mhm..." you replied, your thoughts beginning to wander. The more you thought about it, the more you began to wonder if it really was food poisoning that you’re experiencing…

There’s no way…I cant be, you thought to yourself.

"What time is it?" Sam asked, folding his arms over his chest. You looked at the time on your computer. "It is four forty-five.”

Sam’s shoulders dropped, a sigh escaping his lips. "Damn it. I have a meeting in five minutes."

"Oh ew." you joked, “I mean, have fun!"

Sam laughed, "Oh, don’t you worry, I will have so much fun."

He got up from the desk. "Well, I’m glad to hear you're feeling better little sis."

You smiled, "Thanks, I’m glad I am too..." you trailedn off, "see you tomorrow, Sam."

"See ya, Y/n/n." With that, Sam hurried out of your office to get to his meeting on time.

After making sure you were in the clear, you picked up your phone and opened your period tracker app.

Late for: five days

Holy shit...

Oh my gosh…

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You began to feel sick all over again, but this time, it was from something much different. You shut your phone off, and put it in your lap. You covered your mouth and let out a shaky breath. There was no way you were actually pregnant…right?!

After thinking about it, you decided to give it a couple more weeks and see if your period came. Sometimes you were a week and a few days late because of stress or because your body was thrown out of its routine. (Thank you, holidays). You let out a sigh, trying to calm your thoughts down. What’s the worst that could happen? You doubt you’re actually pregnant.

hi loves!!

we're getting into the GOOD chapters now, yayyy!these next few chapters are going to be long. be prepared for some craziness y’all…👀

anyways, i hope you are all enjoying this series so far! i know i am ;)

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[dr-chosenberg]

On my recent rewatch I felt the inspiration to design my headcanon for what Dr. Potterswheel's late wife might have looked like! Born Marie-Thérèse Praxineaux, her maiden name is based off of the Praxinoscope which is an animation device that came after the Zoetrope

Voice: https://youtu.be/2MaiJtecGmI?si=H6h5nLCUQsk9039K

CW: Dr Potterswheel's gore fetish, infection, death, miscarriage,

She moved to Moralton because you know The War and was shunned because of the rumors around town of her being a foreigner and France being a place of sin and lust. The librarian there gave her a job because she assumed no moralton man was going to be interested because of her reputation and took pity on her. Oh another reason the moraltons hate her lol, France is a majority Catholic country. Marie was part of the minority there that was Protestant but obviously the Moraltons didn’t care.

In comes a young Quentin.

He was studying for his medical school exams and often came in, staying the often inaccurate statesotan medical books for long hours. Sometimes when it was just the librarian and the two of them she would avoid him at all costs, not wanting to further her reputation.

He was aware of Marie-Therese, she was pretty and always helpful when she knew where to find a book he needed.

One day some kind of accident happened, not serious enough that she was in any real danger but enough that she needed medical assistance. Maybe a bookcase fell on her and she needed some stitches?

M-T was not one to speak up or make a fuss, but Quentin had a handsome deep voice and spoke with so much authority. He did his best to reassure her she would be ok and in a sense it coaxed the words right out of her. She had a way with words and could describe her pain like she was painting a picture, I like to think she enjoyed writing poetry, but you and I both know that’s not why it attracted him so intensely.

Despite the town doing its best to shun her she still attended church every Sunday and every Sunday Quentin would inquire about her wounds progress and ask to see it. One day a few weeks after her wound had healed they were conversing and Marie-Therese joked sadly that they could no longer be seen together as she didn’t have the excuse of being his practice patent.

At which point Quentin proposed. It wasn’t the most romantic affair to most, he said it matter of factly as he does most things. But that was ok, she would have the bedside manner and the way with words for them both.

Their relationship itself….well they had a foot up on many Moralton couples as they were truly in love. Many would consider Marie a fool as he was not the most romantic man. He was soft when she would fuss or worry (think about the way he spoke to Bloberta when she said her wound was bad) but when she really took issue with something he wouldn’t get more emotional, but even less, she found herself at times disheartened at the way he would dismiss her worries and talk down to her. She insisted to her newfound housewife friends that they just didn’t know him like she did, which was *sort* of true.

She honestly didn’t mind his “preferences” she assumed that taking charge was what a husband was meant to do in the bedroom, and that a “little” pain was just what a good Christian woman had to put up with after a life of chastity. When she had other wounds and he would take a bit too much of a vested interest she thought it was just his way of showing he cared. She never understood why he would discourage what he called “unnecessary” medications like, allergy meds, antacids, etc. always feeding her a line about the lord helping those who help themselves.

She tried her best to become more like the other wives of Moralton, she even took up sewing and embroidery. She made a comment once about how she was just like him, sewing up patients. He stroked her head and smiled, “How cute. You’d worry yourself sick if anything important was counting on your little stick ‘n’ pokes.”

Things got better when they got the wonderful news that Marie was pregnant. Her pregnancy was very rough, unlike anything Quentin had ever seen. He would comfort her by telling her of the many strong mothers he had seen in his career so far, if she couldn’t handle the pain of the pregnancy how could she handle the birth? The smile he would give her when she would nod in agreement was all the soothing she needed.

She was nearing the worst of it when she used the last of her energy to embroider a handkerchief for him, with his initials on it. Sometimes he would use it to clean her face when she would cough up one thing or another, or wet it to soothe her forehead.

Of course she wasn’t *just* facing pregnancy complications, she had caught a whole other sickness entirely, an infection. The days went by and Quentin got more desperate. Out of love for his wife? Out of a need to prove his abilities as a doctor? Who knows. He would never admit fault for anything let alone a patient, he sure as hell wasn’t going to take the blame for losing the woman he cares for. He tried everything, except actual medical science.

Finally he relented and began to give her painkillers. I believe it would be more in character if he didn’t tell her. Visitors from the town and a young Reverend Putty suspected it but she was none the wiser. She used to say things like, “Ma moitié having you pray for me and care for me is so healing, I am feeling better already.”

When she could form full coherent sentences.

With the way medicine was at the time while some painkillers are safe for pregnant women these probably weren’t, but they weren’t what took her. It got to the point that she wasn’t herself anymore but spent her days lying in bed in a haze, barely awake.

She swore sometimes that she could see Quentin there at her side, watching her, even feel him stroke her hand. But when she got her eyes to focus he wasn’t there anymore.

One day Quentin went in for a morning check up and the sheets were covered in blood. He had lost his wife and his child in one fell swoop.

It was a horrific scene but she looked so serene. So comfortable. She was clutching his handkerchief.

Notes:

This takes place with the assumption that Moralton is not modern day, I headcanon Quentin to be around 50

This was fun, nothing is set in stone truly as this was part of a stream of consciousness conversation with my friend @cheonsa-n I’m fully up for criticism if anything seems out of character. I’m also happy to explain the reasoning behind certain choices!

I don’t personally buy the idea that Quentin killed his wife on purpose, a man with Quentin’s disposition who actually committed a murder wouldn’t resort to almost stabbing the man who accused him of it, that’s how you get people to think you killed your wife on purpose lol.

I hope you guys enjoy what I came up with. Their relationship isn’t fully this way as he was attracted to her and subjected her to some of the same treatment we saw Bloberta go through, but their marriage in my mind had a bit of a Madonna-whore complex flavoring to it. I also believe this is somewhat of an origin story for his habit of treating everything with almost exclusively painkillers. Marie-Thérèse couldn’t be saved but she was, as Quentin puts it, very comfortable when she passed.

In the AU where she lives she still suffered a miscarriage and Clay calls Dr. Potterswheel a babykiller instead. She is still as sweet as the day she and Quentin met but she isn’t particularly keen on giving Orel the time and attention he needs either, it’s too painful. When she does give him advice she tends to advise him to wait things out and not rock the boat. She tells him that good things come to those who wait.

[eldritch-spouse]

I wanna peg Grimbly so bad and praise the fuck out of him the whole time. Like yes pretty boy, look at you taking it so well! Keep making those sweet little sounds and cum nice and hard for Mommy❤️

[( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) yes.]

TW: Obviously mommy kink; Minor degradation (giving).

You don't know how it ended this way.

Or, well, you should have seen it coming. Yes, that's more accurate overall.

You already have a natural urge to gravitate towards his kind. Petite, needy, girly. It was hard to think twice about how eager Grimbly was to spend time with you, supposedly a complete stranger, when you were very much dazzled by his cuteness. You know now you're a fool, that you're trapped with a scarily possessive, jealous freak of a monster man who wants to monopolize every second of your life.

It's almost horrifying how someone so small and precious-looking can hold so much malice inside.

Luckily, Grimbly doesn't seem intent in tearing you down, or sucking you dry like a bloodthirsty mosquito- He just wants something very simple, as he puts it.

Your love and attention. Forever.

The mommy thing... Well, while it did shock you how quickly he dropped that bomb on you, Grimbly always had this knowing look to his bright magenta eyes, somehow knowing you were into it, daring you to say otherwise. You rolled with it. Just as you rolled with his desire to be increasingly femme for you, to be under your supposed control and brag about how "possessive" you are to others.

While all of this was decidedly very scary and tentative for you, and at times continues to be, especially considering some of his prior tantrums- You can't really say that it isn't sexually satisfying. Because it is. More than it should be.

It's hard to stay mad at his underhanded little tactics when he flashes you a puppy look and agrees with your scolding, gets flustered by your anger- Tells you to discipline him.

It's mind-boggling how much control this bat monster has over you. You suppose you should be thankful that he doesn't need that much to stay happy. Just a draining level of attention and babying that is steadily becoming more second nature than a chore to you.

" Babyboy? " You call idly, slicking the purple length on your strap.

It's a lengthier one this time. Several bumps give it texture. Considering Grimbly's small size, you think he could be biting off a bit more than he's able to chew here, but the monster's been training with you for this, so you'll trust him if he says he's ready. Aside from the strap, you wear nothing but a flimsy white robe.

A tap tap tap tap rings out, nearing. It's him, those pointed feet that always intrigued you so making their way over. Tip tip tip tap-

The door to the bedroom opens and your short, ever-pretty boyfriend walks in. You don't know what he was up to these past moments, Grimby just said he needed to prepare. Though, the moment you turn around to face him, hand still around the silicone cock, you freeze.

He's... He dressed for the occasion.

A... A maid's dress? Sort of? Yes, a very light pink, frilled maid's dress. He didn't say anything about roleplaying, but you could roll with it, especially since it looks soooo cute on his petite figure. It looks bouncy and hugs his waist perfectly, there's- Oh lord, he even put a bow around his tail, this goof. You know he must have spent a small fortune on those custom elbow-length gloves too. Has he been planning this for long?

You silently raise an eyebrow at Grimbly.

" A-Ah so- What do you think, mommy? " He does a twirl just for good measure, a dust of color to his cheeks.

" I think it's gorgeous baby- But when did you buy that? " God, you really hope he did it with his own money, that shit looks fucking expensive. You cannot take another blow to your wallet right now.

The bat waves. " I- Well, I actually had it for a couple of weeks now! You know, sometimes we have to dress nicer for big occasions, and I'm thinking of bringing this one to work... " He pauses, now twiddling his fingers and avoiding looking you in the eye. " ... But I wanted you to help me make a good memory in it first. "

A blood vessel bursts somewhere in your body.

That's right, he's a waiter. At that really odd place he keeps talking about. It's strange, you've asked to see it before but your vampiric little pest keeps insisting it's not that important. That not a lot of humans go there, that his coworkers are kinda lame. Smells fishy, he clearly avoids talking about his job, and while that puts you off a tad, you know Grimbly isn't as cutesy and innocent as he looks- So maybe it really is wise not to push him on this topic.

" You want to get railed in your new work outfit? My, what a dirty boy. " You snicker.

He winks, flashing you his tongue.

" Lift it. " You order.

" H- Huh? "

There's a beat of stunted silence.

" Lift that skirt, I want to see what's beneath it. "

The small monster "hum"s and "ha"s a couple more times, heat steadily pooling on that pale face while his legs shimmy together. He doesn't dare defy you for long, grabbing the hem and slowly dragging it up to reveal-

Nothing.

Exactly as you expected.

" Tsk, and you think that's decent? "

He shakes his head, but his tail wags.

You march up to the monster, delighting in the confusion shining through those big round eyes as you grab him by the exposed slit none too gently. Grimbly yelps, quickly curling forward.

" What's stopping anyone from just walking up to you and taking what they want, huh? "

He gasps, caught up in the feeling of you rubbing at him incessantly, evoking all the finesse of a greasy pervert who'd want nothing more than to cop a feel of his local waitress- Probably some of the creeps he has to deal with.

" Answer me, babyboy. "

" N- Nothing! "

" Exactly. " You jam two fingers into him, neither slow nor careful, hooking them for good measure. " What's stopping me from touching you everywhere, from using you like the common fucking street whore? "

" Nothing mommy- " He's teary-eyed already, trying to grind onto the sudden intrusion.

Tutting quietly, you take several steps back, keeping your digits firmly inside his wet hole so Grimbly has to follow as well, effectively being led around by the slit. There's no curbing the smirk that decorates your face when you feel his cock brush your hand, jumping in excitement at being manhandled.

You lead him to the bed, picking Grimbly up with little effort -Thank fuck he's so light- And tossing him onto the sheets. He lands on his back, dress scrambled, already biting his lip. The lack of a barrier allows his equally cute cock to slip out, and some part of you thinks he should have put a bow on it too. To complete the look.

" Did you prep? " You ask, climbing on after him, hands on his legs.

" Y- Yes, mommy. " Sure enough, once you spread them, you find his hole wet with the shine of lube already.

" Good boy. "

You flip him around mid-purr, always happy to be able to handle him so roughly. It's a novelty.

Grimbly's practiced enough to raise his ass and plant his head on the pillows, tail kept out of the way as he grinds against your faux member. Needy slut. You know you could slam inside and he would probably only moan for more.

A devious idea pops into your head.

" M- Mommy? " The bat monster questions when you refuse to initiate anything. " ... Please fuck me? "

Hah cute, he thinks you want him to beg.

" No baby, I want you to work for it. "

You know you're treading a line here, Grimbly's such a pillow princess, it's a challenge to get him to move it. He whines already.

" Ah ah, none of that. " Curving over him, your thighs dwarfing his, you whisper where his ear would be. " You're going to fuck yourself on my dick, and then maybe, I'll give you that plowing you want so bad... "

You're close enough to feel his whole body shudder.

" Got it, sweetie? "

Grimbly moans something incomprehensible, shifts so the very tip of the silicone toy prods at his entrance, and turns to look at you with a heated nod.

Even if you don't feel a lick of it, the sight of him sliding back onto your girth is hot enough that you both moan in unison.

[tenebriskukris]

Oshi No Ko Chapter 162 - My Thoughts/Analysis

This chapter finally closes the book on this Hikaru-Aqua confrontation and gave us a shitty cliffhanger that we’re stuck waiting three bloody weeks for a conclusion. At this point I just want to put this manga to rest so that it can let me down one last time.

The chapter starts us off back in the saddle with Aqua and Hikaru.These were a cool couple of panels—with a shot of the backdrop then Aqua trying to strangle Hikaru, but I felt like this first page was largely unnecessary given how the last chapter ended.

I hit my head on a rock. Please imagine me staring at this page with a deadpan look. Aqua has LITERALLY stabbed himself before pushing the two of them down to the ocean. That’s some real good excuse to justify how Hikaru couldn’t have just swam away from Aqua considering that our protagonist is literally bleeding out. The most vexing part of these series of panels is that they just handwaved actually SHOWING them both tumble down the ocean. And while, yes, it probably wouldn’t have been necessary, the fact that the chapter just cuts away to such a halfhearted explanation when the first page was LITERALLY just filler feels too much like a cheap bait and switch for me to feel like this development was anything but an asspull.

Am I going to die in a place like this? Considering how this bitch is responsible for at least two deaths in the series so far—I find it very fitting that Hikaru is going to die Just Like This. Yura died in a similar manner, alone and isolated with her murderer gloating that he’d killed her and now it’s his turn on the chopping block.

Holy crap that shot of Goro’s shadow pulling Hikaru down! And then the one with Aqua floating upward while a bunch of shadowy hands drag Hikaru down…that’s some pretty on the nose symbolism of the people that Hikaru has intentionally or unintentionally ruined with his schemes. I’d have liked to get an actual body count for Hikaru as well as, you know, good fucking characterization that doesn’t rely on a deus ex machena, but we can’t all get what we want.

I felt like I was only alive when I was with Ai. [...] Even if it was the weight of my own sin. I wanted to feel it forever. The Japanese mental health system—or lack thereof—claims another victim. Still a murderer, though.

I could’ve felt you more if I had killed Ruby. Unrepentant to the end, I see. Good fucking riddance to terribly written antagonists. As sad as Hikaru’s backstory is, it falls squarely under the category of “Sad motive! Still murder.” As much as I can sympathize with his sad backstory and the way that his life turned out, that doesn’t excuse the fact that, you know, he literally had a hand in murdering people—but I’m getting ahead of myself, I’ll touch on those thoughts after the chapter.

And now we return to Crow Girl. Are we going to get the deus ex machena now? 

OH HEY I KNOW THIS PANEL FROM THE ANIME OPENING! Whether or not the anime staff knew that this panel was going to happen or the authors took inspiration from it isn’t quite clear but it’s a nice little nod and a wink to the anime. Crossing my fingers that it’ll get to this point and fix up some of the garbage pacing we see during these last two dozen chapters, but considering we just got a season three for the anime I think it’s likely we’ll be getting to this point.

Have you finally found your mission? Oh? Are we going to finally find out why Aqua was reincarnated in the first place? I’d been hypothesizing that it had to do with Ruby for awhile now outside these analyses since that was one of the only constants that Aqua had when he was reincarnated but I’m curious to see how this mess goes.

The reason I lived…was to protect my own sister. That’s—hm. Well. I certainly have Thoughts about That but we’ll get to that after the chapter. The page dealing with Aqua and Ruby’s interactions…as well as that panel of Goro and Sarina…it’s pretty sad, I gotta admit. 

Thank goodness. This time I can die before you. Sad little panel, but considering there is Literally a god watching Aqua and said god is one that is sort of invested in his story at the moment—enough to actually interfere with said story as an actor in the fucking movie at his behest—I think it’s more than likely that Aqua survives this whole ordeal.

This was honestly a bit of a shorter chapter to get through but it’s still one that I have plenty of thoughts about.

There was originally an entire mountain of paragraphs here about Hikaru and his place as an antagonist of the series, but I wrote so much about that topic that I’ve decided to turn it into its own post instead of inserting it here. Expect that analysis to come out hopefully before the next chapter drops. I’ll instead focus on Aqua concluding that he was born to protect Ruby.

I’m honestly torn about the reveal. On the one hand it makes a certain degree of sense—in a messy and half assed sort of way. After Ai’s death he was considerably more protective of his sister—following her into the same high school as well as going so far as to shut down Ruby’s attempts to become an underground idol. This is compounded by the fact that Aqua asked Kana to protect his precious sister when he was persuading her to join B-Komachi, as well as scouted Mem—someone who he’d known and who he’d already grasped her character—into B-Komachi instead of any strangers that could’ve been Ruby’s idol partners.Hell, he’d even done quite a bit of legwork to ensure that his sister’s first performance had gone well by posing as Pieyon.

On the other hand I feel very dissatisfied with Aqua’s conclusion because of everything that had happened in the series ex post facto. If this was a theme that the writers wanted to press for the ending of the series then it should’ve been highlighted a hell of a lot more! The page full of panels detailing scenes where Aqua “protects” Ruby just fall flat because of the fact that these are all completely new panels that the reader hasn’t ever seen! If this was supposed to be A Thing then why weren’t these panels sprinkled into the series beforehand??? Why weren’t there more interactions with Aqua protecting Ruby so that readers could go “Aqua has always been protecting Ruby throughout the series so revealing that Aqua’s purpose was all to protect Ruby makes sense.” Except it doesn’t! The examples that I’d previously mentioned are nice and all but it isn’t substantial enough for me to fully be on board with this reveal as most of said examples were in the earlier part of the series! Where’s Aqua protecting Ruby in the later arcs, huh? Where do we get to see Aqua intentionally going out of his way to keep an eye on Ruby, to make sure she’s protected post Tokyo Blade? One could argue that Akane disguising herself as Ruby sort of counts since Aqua is involved in it, but come the fuck on would it be so hard to actually SHOW that Aqua had a hand in it instead of handwaving that plot thread???

Obviously this reveal needs to be taken into the proper context—the manga’s writing and quality has fallen dramatically below average for the past forty chapters or so. But the fact that the page showing all the times Aqua “protected” Ruby contained completely new panels is just so incredibly egregious. You’d think that such an important reveal—the entire REASON that Aqua was reincarnated in the first place would have been established more during the course of the whole bloody series instead of shoving these completely new panels down our throat without priming the readers for this reveal in the first place!

If I’m giving the manga the benefit of the doubt—which I shouldn’t even be doing because of how objectively bad some of these chapters have been recently—there’s still plenty of room for doubt with regards to Aqua’s conclusion. It wouldn’t be the first time that Aqua was just plain wrong—he assumed his father was dead without making any effort to confirm that. These characters aren’t infallible, though with how the narrative speaks through the characters on occasion it’s easy to forget that. Obviously if the manga doesn’t deign to comment on Aqua’s conclusion again then it’s de facto canon because they’d need to clarify such an important plot beat and not let an incorrect conclusion stand by unchallenged.

The other interpretation of these events is that Aqua was too blinded by revenge to fulfill the reason he was reincarnated, and therefore, there wouldn’t have been many moments where Aqua was able to protect Ruby. But I find that interpretation, for lack of a better term, a hot steaming pile of BULLSHIT. The only reason that Aqua was able to “protect” Ruby here in the first place from Hikaru was because he had gone through his revenge scheme in the first place! If Aqua didn’t spend this much effort trying to catch Hikaru throughout the series and instead decided to become a surgeon like he wanted, then Hikaru would’ve had a free hand to target Ruby whenever he wanted. He wouldn’t have been able to find out Hikaru’s identity, nor would he be able to figure out that he wouldn’t be satisfied with killing Ai, or even that Ruby was at risk in the first place. If Aqua didn’t attempt to find Hikaru to take revenge, then Ruby would’ve been collateral damage in the process.

I do wonder though—disregarding whether or not Aqua is right about why he was reincarnated—what was the reason that Ruby was reincarnated in the first place? The obvious answer is Ruby was reincarnated as a twin to meet AquaGoro again. Aqua’s reason—assuming it’s accurate—for reincarnating was related to Ruby, and it’d make a certain degree of sense for the reverse to be true as well. Of course, that’s all just speculation, but it makes one wonder…

On the whole though, this chapter certainly happened. Hikaru and Aqua’s second confrontation has ended with Hikaru finally biting it and Aqua’s state being unknown for three bloody weeks. And with four bloody chapters remaining for the manga, I don’t expect anything resembling a good ending to wrap up any of the lingering plot threads the manga’s been pushing at us.

[helixobesity]

🌀 Dear Diary: Feedism Story🌀

Contains: Feedee/Feeder, dumbification, pig/piggy name calling, burping

First time trying something in this style so enjoy!!

🌀💿🌀💿🌀💿🌀💿🌀

Dear diary

My partner got me this diary as a birthday gift! So I’ll probably try and log something whenever something interesting happens!

November 10th:

Today something… certainly interesting happened.

I was at home on my off day, when my partner came home in an absolute panic. They… didn’t really say what was going on, but they were freaked out. They unplugged the tv, and said not to talk to anyone else. Not like that’s hard considering we’re pretty deep in the woods. I guess I’ll try and talk to them again tomorrow?

November 11th:

Well they weren’t exactly descriptive again. They said they’ll go out alone for quick runs for food and other supplies, but they really emphasized they don’t want me going out anywhere for my “safety”. At least they’re here to keep me calm.

November 18th:

It’s been a week since my partner told me to stay inside. They still only go out sparingly, but I gotta say. They’re really spoiling me with food. I guess it’s nice? I might be able to do without so many fattening snacks around but without anything else to really do around the house I’m starting to run out of options…

November 28th

Another 10 days have gone by and still no straight answers from my partner. They keep leaving to get food in the middle of the night which has been strange, and despite my protest to know what’s going on with the rest of the world they don’t tell me anything. Also… all this junk food has started to take a toll on my waist line. I mean, I’ve put on nearly 20 pounds. I nearly popped the button on my jeans this morning!! I told my partner and he thought I was exaggerating. Then again, the scale is also gone from our bathroom now. Something is seriously up and I don’t really know what to do. Then again this milkshake my partner started making has been calming my nerves more often. It’s pink and it almost, like, sparkles? Whatever it is, it is good.

December 10th:

OMG Honestly, I was kinda against this whole staycation, I-I mean, whatever is going on outside but it has been quite nice. My partner has been giving me sooo much more food recently and I’ve been pretty ravenous. My uh… my big belly… has been bumping into everything recently. I guess I’m, like, not used to it? Oh, my partner told me it’s been a month since I started staying here! Idk how much longer I’ll need to stay but I’m sure they’ll tell me when things are safe :) I’ll just keep having these milkshakes, also I’m hungry again.

Decmber 20rd:

OoooIm such a clutz!! My feeder told me to right in my diary again! I totally, like, forgot about this! Ummm, oh yeah! None of my clothes fit! My feeder says I’m better without them! I fel sooooo big and soft, and they keep grabbing my big and calling me such a good “bimbo”? I think that’s the word? It’s cute ;) ugh I wish I didn’t have to get up all the time, why can’t I stay in bed an eatssss

Gasp feeder is calling me again! Ttyl

March 10th:

Hey hey! My feeder told me I used to, like, use this more times? I’m using a fun thingy where it’s typing what I say! I don’t know how to use write all those weird uh, things. God I’m starving. My feeder keeps me satisfied yeah, but, like, I need more! Why don’t they get that! At least bed is nice and cozy, and I looooove my fat. My arms feel so heavy, and my feeder always grabs my new chins when he talks to me and kiss me! I feel, like, I shouldn’t be as okay with everything that happened to me over the past couple months but. I’m more than okay with this!

June 22nd:

*buurrrp*

Did it start recording? It did? Thank youuu! Hehe that was my feeder helping me set this up again! Couldn’t get the stupid thing to work this time, it’s been a while! Idk how to do, like, many things. My feeder tells me to eat and drink my milkshakes so that’s what I do! And they call me a good piggy! And that’s like, what I am! A big bimbo piggy! Oh, right, feeder told me to say, they said it’s finally okay to go back outside again! And like, talk to people, but why should I wanna? I wanna eat, eat eat eat eat *burrrp* oopsie sorry, force of habit when I get all worked up! Ooo wait, did you bring more snacks? Yay! Turn this off and feed me already!

November 10th:

Hi, my piggy wanted to check back with their diary again, but for starters, they couldn’t read their old entries other than a few choice words here and there. Not like they can put down food for more than a few minutes to actually make an entry anyway. They wanted to note that they’re “really, really happy now” and they’re “no stress in head thingy”. It’s cute when they try and sound smart. Not to mention how… absolutely massive they are now. Honestly, they overtook their bed back in August and I had to get a new one. I never would have expected them to grow this much but, I want to make they so much fatter still…

Hey as long as they’re happy! Also, I don’t even think they realize today was the 1 year anniversary since it happened. Maybe that’s for the best? Regardless, I’m sure they’ll want to make another entry eventually. But if someone else finds this before they can, just know I’ll take good care of them!

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Oh thank you so much! Okay so a snippet from a WIP of my choosing and some dialogue. I'm just gonna do one that covers both of these because the first bit I picked is pretty long.

This is from a fic that I started writing when I got sick a couple weeks ago and decided to project how I was feeling onto Jace. The context is that Jace has called out of work but there isn't a substitute sorcery teacher available. Porter, who at this point is still nothing more than a coworker, draws the short straw and ends up being the person who has to go heal Jace and drag him into work before one of his students burns the school down.

This snippet is Porter having just arrived at Jace's place and calling him on the phone to be let in, while Jace is half-asleep and feverish and has no idea what's going on.

“Hey, Stardiamond. Aguefort said you weren't feeling well and he asked me to come heal you. I'm outside now. Tried knocking but you didn't answer.”  A voice says through the darkness, vaguely familiar, deep and rumbling. And, oh, wouldn't that be nice if it was true? Arthur Aguefort actually giving a shit about him, sending someone to make sure he’s okay. It’s never happened before, Jace can't see why it would start now. A pleasant dream, nonetheless. “Mmm, that’s nice of him. An’ who’s this?” Jace slurs out. “It's Porter.” Even in his delirious state, Jace recognises that this is a nonsense premise. Porter is the barbarian teacher. He doesn't have healing powers, doesn't have any kind of magic. Jace isn't about to turn it down, though. A healing-fantasy-slash-sex-dream about the hulking, brutish barbarian he ogles in the teacher's lounge sounds far better than the strange nightmares that plagued him all last night.  “Oh, hi Porter,” Jace lets his voice turn flirtatious, or at least, as flirtatious as he can considering how much he’s struggling with his words. “You've - you've come to kiss me an' make me all better, huh?” There’s a bark of laughter, and Jace feels vaguely offended (is he being rejected in his own fantasy?) before Porter's low, gravelly voice returns. “Yeah, something like that. I need you to come let me in, though. Your front door's locked.” “Not very barbarian of you. Jus' break it down.” Jace moans a little at the thought of Porter wanting him so badly that he kicks the door clean off its hinges. “Gods, you sound fucking delirious. No, I'm not gonna break your door down. You're gonna have to come open it."

"I don't think I can get up," Jace whines. His whole body aches terribly, and every part of him just feels so heavy.

"For fuck's sake. Alright, have you got a spare key hidden somewhere? In a fake rock or something?” Jace pouts. Why is his damn mind so focused on logistics, why can't it just skip straight to the good bit? “No, don't need it. I've got Knock if I ever forget mine. It's fine, if you can suddenly have healing powers - and fuckin' telepathy, apparently - you can have teleportation too. It doesn't have to make sense."   “What? I'm a paladin, that's why I can heal. I don't have any teleportation shit. Or telepathy. What are you talking about?" Porter asks, sounding frustrated. That makes two of them. “Okay, fine, you can be a paladin. Still doesn't matter how you get in. Break in if you want, it'll fix itself when I wake up." There's a brief pause before Porter speaks again, amusement seeping into his words as he asks, “Stardiamond... You do know this is real, right?" “Uh huh. Yeah. I'm sure you're very real.” Jace says placatingly, in the tone he always takes when a martial class thinks he’s insulting them. (In fairness to them, they're usually right.) “Real an' big an' strong an' handsome. Just, just waiting to have your way with me while I'm all weak and helpless. Can't even cast spells right now, 'm totally at your mercy." “Fucking hell." Porter's voice sounds a little thicker than it did a minute ago, a bit gruffer. "Don't get too excited, sweetheart. I'm here to heal you. That's it."

(Eventually Porter checks the back door, finds it unlocked, and manages to get inside to cast Lesser Restoration on Jace, who is absolutely mortified at everything he's said, and spends the next few weeks avoiding Porter. Or at least, that's what I've currently got plotted out, idk, that might change.)