#other than that your girl has been dealing so much chaos

[chaiisms]

BALDURS GATE 3 PARTY BANTER PROMPTS LIST.

all of the following prompts are taken from party banter between the companions in larian studios' baldurs gate 3 (2023). there should be no spoilers! also, a disproportionate amount of these are from astarion and karlach. i'm not sorry.

I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, [ name ]?

You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.

Friend of yours?

Were you always so sneaky?

If there's hope for me there's hope for anyone.

How are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.

This is what I get for trying to strike up conversation.

We're not going to have trouble, are we?

If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.

Don't get too comfortable. We shouldn't overstay our welcome in such a place.

Do you have pet names for each other yet?

[ name ]! Was that a joke?

You know what - that is not the easiest of questions for me to answer.

Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge?

You can read?!

I'm surprised - I expected you to turn your back once you got what you wanted.

I wouldn't know a flirtation if you whacked me alongside the head with it.

Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?

Can't say I love what they've done with the place.

I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in.

At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.

You have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.

Nice to be in a crowd of normal people for once.

So [ name ], how is your sad, hopeless pining going?

You seemed a million miles away just then.

I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, [ name ].

Ready to enter the belly of the beast?

Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.

I hear your relationship has taken on a new aspect recently…

All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.

Not one for roughing it, I see.

Why not have a little fun?

You're right, of course. Forgive me.

My money's on you, [ name ].

The echoes - listen! They're coming from three directions!

Want me to carry you?

Feeling at home?

Treat them right, or you'll have me to answer to.

Oh, darling, would you?

No doubt they found me too intimidating.

A girl could get used to this.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Well - yes, it was a joke.

I know that, too. It just wasn't funny.

And here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way.

Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?

You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?

Well what would impress you, then?

Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?

Must've been an awful day for the people who lived here

You've clearly thought this through a great deal. I'm impressed and appalled in equal measure.

Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

I never was scared of the shadows.

I know you're not really as heartless as all that.

I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?

Pragmatism, thy name is [ name ].

That's ironic, coming from you.

We're either very clever or very lucky.

You do not need luck to survive, [ name ]. Not when you have me.

That will make getting word to my mother rather tricky.

Stop gawking at the decor. This place is dangerous.

I can't tell if you're joking.

So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, [ name ]?

You think I'm beautiful?

I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.

Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.

Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?

Use your words.

You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?

[ name ], I've heard you talking in your sleep.

Let's never speak of this again.

You can take a day off once in a while, [ name ]

Hey! Something bit me.

Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here.

I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you?

Think the bar is open?

[hdmsbsna]

Hiii, me again 🙄

I thought of a Paul x wife, who already have a family, bone a daughter older than 4 years, and a 2-year-old son and a newborn baby🫶🏻

And if you also dare, to do something of smut, also of x actress reader, if you can, I'll leave that free, as you want 🫶🏻

REQUESTED: i wrote this up last night instead of doing my finals. it was also like 3:00 A.M so if this is shit bare with me😭 this is a really short one though soooo...

pairing: paul mescal x reader (fluff)

warnings: none unless you don't like happiness.

description: reader is managing life with three kids while her husband is gone away for shooting, one more week until he comes back...or so they thought.

word count: 1,499

title: beautiful creations.

paul was gone away at work again, he’s been working on this project for about six months now. it’s been about a month since he was last home, you were used to his crazy schedule having to deal with it for so long but…the kids? they were far from used to it.

you and paul had decided to get married about three years ago. it was quite a small wedding, only family and friends, your eldest daughter, kiara, was about two when the ceremony happened. everyone discouraged you to let kiara come to the wedding considering her age but you guys made sure she was there to share the special moment, she was a part of it after all. 

after a year of being married, you and paul welcomed your second child to the world…a boy. paul named him kieran, and although you weren’t a huge fan of the name at first, you admit it has grown on you. he is now two years old, and he’s such a funny little human. he is a perfect image of how his father is, when him and paul are together it’s pure chaos.

the last time paul was home was actually for the birth of your newest addition, another perfect baby girl. she was born the second week of paul’s stay back. labor with her was extremely difficult, it was unlike any of your other births. thankfully you were able to have paul by your side the whole time and about twelve hours into labor, amelia, your second daughter was born. no complications whatsoever, or at least not for her. 

in my honest opinion, i think being a father was paul’s destiny. those kids are his pride and joy and he is truly an amazing father to the kids, he knows just how to talk to them and care for them. it’s truly incredible and now with three kids you have found that it’s his most attractive quality. when he’s not around, it’s not the same. which is exactly why you’re having to deal with tears from your children at 6:37 in the morning.

“BUT MOMMY I WANT TO SEE DADDY!!” yelled kieran, he may only be two but that has never stopped him from expressing his big feelings.

“you stupid, dad’s working.” your eldest replies, understanding the situation a bit better.

“hey now, kiara. we don’t call people stupid.” you sternly say.

“then why do you call daddy stupid?” she quickly retaliates.

just as you were about to respond, you hear your newborn crying through your baby monitor. you quickly walk upstairs to go get her, you figured she would be hungry so you grab her bottle on your way there. she stops crying and starts fussing once she senses your presence, you pick her up and immediately put the bottle to her mouth. you then walk back out to the kitchen where the kids are still arguing over the absence of your husband. you immediately step in once you hear your daughter call your son a “little bitch”.

“okay okay, that is enough from the both of you!” you raise your voice. “kieran, honey, your dad is going to be back very soon. just one more week, only seven days. go bring me two pieces of paper while i talk to your sister.” kieran leaves with his little frustrated stomps, you then turn your attention to kiara. 

“now kiara, you know we don’t call people names especially not your little brother. what do i tell always say about working as a team?”

“sorry mommy..” kiara says with a small pout. “i just miss daddy so much” you aren’t going to  lie and say that didn’t break your heart a little. all of this arguing and anger because they miss their father, usually it’s never this hard on them. 

“here mommy.” kieran says as he hands you the pieces of paper.

“thank you, sweetie..” you grab the pieces of paper and you hand one out to kiara and kieran. “i want you each to write five things that you love about daddy, understood?”

“yes mommy” kiara responds.

“can i write more than five things?” kieran excitedly asks. 

“you can write as many as you want, as long as there’s five things on that list.” you respond.

“YAY!” kieran yelled. both of them start writing, kieran can’t write very well but he’s still trying. he’s even drawing pictures for the words he can’t write. you look down, almost forgetting your baby girl was still in your arms, her bottle is laying on her chest and she’s just staring at you. you flip her vertically and put a towel on your shoulder as you start to burp her. you roam around the house and up upstairs just walking down the hallway burping her. it’s been about five minutes and she’s completely out, you go into her nursery and lay her in her crib, you set up the baby monitor and decide to just sit there for a little. 

that was until you heard kieran and kiara laughing, you were interested in what they had gotten themselves into so you make your way downstairs. youre at the top of the stairs when you see paul tossing kieran up in the air, he catches your gaze and smiles. he sets kieran down back on the floor.

“hey baby girl, im home.” he says smiling. you start walking down the stairs and give him a hug, you slightly pull away to give him a peck.

“EWWWW!” your children yell in unison.

“what? am i not allowed to love your beautiful mom?” the kids just giggle and you pull away from the hug. you’re on the side of him with his arm wrapped around your waist.

“DADDY! LOOK!” kieran yells as he starts doing cartwheels around the kitchen and eventually going into the living room. “wow bud, that’s amazing!” paul says. kiara comes stands next to us. “i taught him how to do them daddy.” kiara looks up at her daddy, expecting some praise.

“well you did an amazing job sweetie” he says as he reaches down to pick her up, one arm still wrapped around you and the other holding kiara. 

eventually kieran’s cartwheels come to a halt and he’s found himself extremely dizzy, tumbling and falling as he heads towards us. you walk away from paul’s arms and go to pick him up, “mommy my head..” kieran says clearly not feeling well. “yep buddy that’s what happens when you do too many cartwheels” paul says as he goes to sit on the couch with kiara. you go ahead and sit on the couch as well right next to him, you sit kieran next to paul and he climbs onto his lap right where kiara is. both children is his lap, you admire them for a bit. 

all of a sudden, you hear a static cry coming from the baby monito that you set on the counter. “oop, look at that. she senses you’re here.” you say as you walk upstairs to go retrieve the last of the bunch. you walk into her nursery and pick her up from her crib, her crying immediately stopping. you walk downstairs with her and sit on the couch right next to paul, holding your baby in your arms. kiara moves off his lap and sits on the other side next to him. “here bud, im going to carry your little sister for a tad okay?” paul says, moving kieran to stand on the floor. he reaches over for his baby and you happily hand her to him. you outreach your arms to kieran so he can sit on your lap, he opens his arms and you grab him as he nuzzles his head into your chest. he’s clearly tired from all those cartwheels he had just done not but five minutes ago.

paul speaks “gosh we really did make some beautiful children, didn’t we?”

“the most beautiful.” you respond turning your head up to him, he looks down a perks his lip and you kiss him. you look over at kiara and she passed out on paul’s arms, all three of your babie now fast asleep. 

“you’re such an asshole, you know that right?” you tell him with a playful smile on your face.

“i wanted it to be a surprise.” he says nonchalantly.

“the kids were having such a rough time without you.” you inform him.

“god, if only they knew how i was doing. i’ve missed you guys so much, especially you my gorgeous.” he says.

“i’ve missed you too, baby” you say resting your head on his shoulder, he reaches his lips down and gives you a kiss on the top of your head.

“i’m taking you guys everywhere with me from now on.” he whispers.

“that’s the best idea you've ever had, i love you so much.” you whisper back, letting a yawn out.

“i love you so much, baby girl.”

hope you guys enjoyed this, decided to keep it short and sweet. requests and dms are opened, feel free to get in touch. love you all!

[vrisrezis]

need a part 2 for the atsv love triangle where the reader is actually in love with them and after they get together they tell them about their alter ego 😩

Your wish is my command y’all!

Gwen is was carrying you, bridal style, swinging away with you in her arms. Not that you knew it was gwen anyway. Spiderwoman, upon meeting you, often decided to take you home as a means of protection, because for some reason you decided walking home in the middle of the night was a swell idea. She offered to swing you home as a result. If you didn’t know any better though, you’d say it was because she loved flirting with you so much. She never denied it when you brought it up. Honestly, she’s just not used to such a flustered look on your face, she can’t help herself. Though she does secretly envy how the real her can’t manage you make you all shy and embarrassed like that.

Today though, you seemed rather… off. Something was bothering you, and she could tell. Nothing seemed off at school, so she figured something had to have happened. “What’s got you so upset?” she questions before dropping down on top the roof of a building. “Somebody I gotta knock some sense into?” she asks, putting you down to stand next to her, looking at the scenery before you, it was nice out today. You smile, but even that feels forced. She can’t help but frown under the mask and the worry she carries is radiating off of her. You shake your head, “it’s nothing to worry about” you say before shrugging, “just normal highschool stuff.”

“What does that mean?” she inquired, and you sigh, albeit rather dramatically.” “It’s so stupid.” You admit, but before you can assure you it probably isn’t, you continue “there’s just this girl I really like. More than like. I think I love her.”

As soon as those words come out of your mouth, she feels her heart drop. Girl? Was it her? Spiderwoman? Or some other girl at school? You didn’t talk to many people aside from her, who could it possibly be?

“O-oh..” she says, looking down for a moment. She hopes you don’t hear the crack in her voice. She can’t help her curiosity, she needs to know. “Well.. who is it?” she says, trying to recover as quickly as possible. She nudges you with her elbow, “need to know if they’re good enough for you or just some tool.”

You laugh, and give her a smile. “Her names… gwen..”

“G-gwen?!” she shrieks out, her body stiffening. You don’t seem to notice.

“Yeah.. gwen… gwen stacy…”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment, but she eventually grabs onto your shoulder.

“Y/n…”

“Yeah?” you ask, confused for a moment, before you see her pull at her mask. Your eyes widen, and you suddenly feel a wash of shame upon seeing who’s under the mask.

However, she gives you a smile.

“I… love you too… by the way..”

Miles had a very simple plan, no big deal at all. All he had to do was confess he was in love with you and then eventually down the line if it works out in his favor, confess to being spiderman. No big deal…..

Or should he do it in the opposite order?

And should he still confess to being spiderman if you two end up staying friends when you reject him?

He has a lot of questions racking his brain, and to be fair he doesn’t think it’s completely unreasonable. Maybe he should’ve told you from the start. Would you even be accepting? Supportive? He’s been lying to you for a whole ass year now, you were kind, but were you that kind? He feels like there’s just no way, right? Then again, you never failed to surprise him.

He doesn’t have time to think about these questions any longer though, as he hears chaos going on outside. Not the normal kind of chaos, this was his cue.

His confession would have to wait a little longer.

—

He’s quick to his feet. Not that spiderman didn’t give it his all when it came to saving civilians, but he saw you in the fray. He bounces from building to building, webbing civilians to safety along the way, he sees you fall and he’s never jumped so fast in his life.

He reaches his hand out to yours, and finally you’re able to grab on and he’s able to pull you into his arms, picking you up bridal style all while in the air.

“We’ve really gotta stop meeting like this..” miles mutters to you, and you chuckle lightly. “Yeah well..” she look off to the side, before looking back at him. “You could always take me on a date, miles.”

Miles?

Date?

“Excusemewhatnow?”

as soon as he lands, you manage to escape his grip. Maybe it was because he was so caught off guard, since normally escaping his grasp was near impossible.

“We’ll talk later!”

You were going to be the death of him.

Hobie had enough.

If you weren’t going to figure this out on your own, he was gonna have to tell you.

I mean seriously, he loves you but you are so clueless sometimes and he genuinely wonders if you admire spiderpunk so much that you don’t want to consider he could be your best friend. He wonders if he’s being selfish and if this ruins the imagination for you but at this point he’s too pent up to even care, something he isn’t used to being. He’s typically so honest about the way he feels, never holding anything back. This should be no different.

He leaves his bag zipper carelessly open, in hopes you find it. And you do. He’s busy cleaning up his guitar, but he sees you look at him, then look back at the spider suit in the corner of his eye.

But you say nothing.

You go on about your day like you didn’t just see that.

Is he the one being played?

He eventually decides he needs to simply confront you. There’s no way around it. So he does.

It’s one of those many nights where you two are hanging out, as friends do. You’re both lying on his bed, side to side, he’s writing a song, you’re reading a comic book. He turns over on his right side to look at you, and you do the same on your left side. “Hey.” he whispers, “hey yourself.” you whisper back with a smile. He rolls his eyes.

Just be cool, man. He tells himself.

“You know..” he starts slowly, a bit unsure of the next words that will come out of his mouth, “you know I’m spiderman, right?”

He doesn’t have time to dwell on just how casual that was, to drop some information like that so simply. Then again, he did that constantly. This felt so different though.

“Yeah..” you let out a sigh, and hobie realizes that you really were playing with him the whole time. But before he can rely, you say “you know I’m in love with you, any version of you, right?”

He feels his heart stop for a moment, but he gives no indication that he’s flustered by your words.

“About damn time you said somethin, darlin”

Pavitr thinks about it, over and over and over and over and ov-

He just doesn’t know how to tell you he’s spiderman. He’s been so buys living the life as spiderman, it felt so simple, so easy. Go to school, beat up some bad guys, take some breaks to see you and his auntie, go back to fighting, come home. It was the same everytime and he didn’t seem bored of it, yet.

He hadn’t really gotten to see the consequences of being spiderman.

And then he did, when he nearly lost you. He was only able to save you because miles, gwen, and hobie were there to help him.

And from then on he knew he couldn’t lie to you anymore.

Things have been.. weird lately, to say the least. Some weird ass dark black abyss in the middle of mumbattan left many civilians curious, including yourself.

Though Pavitr felt like he could explain those bits later, he knew he just needed to tell you what was on his mind.

Because he and you both knew, he had something to say.

Spending time in your room wasn’t a rare occurrence but Pavitr found himself doing it a lot more lately, which in your opinion was good given how busy he’s been lately. You figured he must’ve been freaked out by mumbattan nearly falling apart at the seams, and you tried to be there for him. He made it clear he was there for you, too.

“Y/n I have to tell you something.” he says, turning to look at you.

You look back at him, knowing this would be a serious conversation. He never called you by your actual name, usual nicknames. You nod and place your hand on top of his, and you give him one of your warm smiles. He feels heat rush to his cheeks, but for once he doesn’t let his nerves stop him. He moves his hand to intertwine your fingers together, “I’m…” there’s a pause, and you figure you have to assure him you know.

“You’re spiderman?” you ask, and there’s a moment he looks at you, shocked. His mouth is agape, and you can’t help but smirk. “You know?!” you scoff, “yeah of course I know pav I’m not an idiot!” you say with a laugh, and a lot of his tension dissipates before he remembers what he wants to tell you.

“Well.. while that is true, that isn’t what I was gonna tell you.”

Now it’s your turn to be surprised, you raise a brow. “Yeah?”

He takes a moment, before blurting it out.

“I’minlovewithyou!” the words all come out jumbled at once and he almost considered repeating himself before you give him a kiss on the cheek. “In love with you too, pav. But I also knew that already.” you say cheekily, “what?! How?!” “You’re not exactly subtle” you shrug.

“Can I have any victory today? Can we start over and you just pretend you didn’t know?”

you smile and shake your head, and he groans.

But honestly, the only reason he’s being so silly right now is so he doesn’t absolutely melt into your hands like putty over the fact you kissed him on the cheek.

[artytaeh]

i'm not having the best of days lately, so i'm making it everyone's problem now. ❄️

that popular audio of heartstopper s3 has been on my mind for a while. we know, as a fandom, that theodore and mattheo are each other's best friend— or closest person, ever since childhood. and even though mattheo can see how theo's girlfriend is doing him good, sometimes it feels as if mattheo's presence, which has been a steady constant in theodore's life, became so 'normal' that theo ends up forgetting about it.

mattheo can't really go back home. theodore doesn't like to go back to his own, not wanting to risk being in the way of his father's mood swings. so, the two of them spend the winter holidays at hogwarts, together. it's almost tradition, at this point.

so when theodore's girlfriend so gently offers theo to spend christmas with her, at her house, with her heartwarming family, theodore sees the opportunity of, for once, having a normal christmas. at least, the holidays that he sees in movies and are told by students that don't have the same complicated family that he does.

without realizing it, theodore replaces the usual winter tradition with mattheo, and accepts spending christmas with her.

which, consequently, deeply hurts mattheo.

'can't you at least spend christmas with me?' even though mattheo despises being vulnerable, this is theodore. and theodore is his safe person, even if mattheo would never admit it to himself— such stupid vulnerabilities, because he shouldn't need anyone. 'you spend all your time with that girl anyways.'

on the other hand, theo can't help but be selfish about his own needs. like a thristy person in the desert, he clings to the chance of normalcy, of living what he could only envy for years, and years on end.

'because she treats me as something more than just the son of a death eater,' theodore rages, because even within his friendgroup, its silently said between the lines.

that's who they are. specially mattheo, draco and theodore; rooted to dark wizards, born doomed. even blaise and lorenzo, with calmer families, wouldn't escape such a fate. outside of slytherin's dungeons, away from the blood supremacy ideology and hatred amongst the wizardy community— his girlfriend seems him as theo, and not theodore nott.

and perhaps, worse than being forgotten and left alone for two weeks in this freezing cold castle, this is what hurts mattheo the most.

'i do, too.'

three words, that never sounded as painful and broken from the mattheo quick-to-anger riddle. it cracks on its way out of his mouth, weighting on his tongue.

theodore rolls his eyes: 'you say that as if our damn families aren't a constant topic between us.'

'because you understand me,' mattheo answers, dumbfounded at how, for such an intelligent wizard, theodore seems so stupidly dumb right now. 'out of everyone, even more than draco and his stupid family, you are the person who knows how it's like.'

at that, theodore doesn't answer.

he doesn't victimize himself, because that tactic never works with mattheo, who'd rightfully tell him to fuck off. mattheo's strategies never work with theo either, cutting his bullshit at the same moment. and that, as mean as it sounds, never failed to oblige each other to be truthful with the other.

so, this time, theodore shuts up.

and doesn't aim to be the one gaining the last word.

because in the end, theodore enters the hogwarts express, holding his girlfriend's hand as she enthusiastically tells him all that they can do during these two weeks— instead of watching the chaos on the top floor of the bell tower, smoking the usual cigarette with mattheo, as the two deal with the utter disappointment and hurt with mean jokes about happier students.

this time, said tradition happens too, but one-sided. this december, mattheo is alone on the bell tower, much quieter than it usual is without theodore's sarcasm to cheer him up. smoking a cigarette alone, and already with the second one in end which he'd smoke for theodore, he's alone.

alone, and for the first time in a while, mattheo discovers what loneliness truly feels like.

today, as he's left alone in the hogwarts castle.

tomorrow, when he wakes up and sees that theodore's bed, right in front of his, is empty.

that feeling would stretch for long two weeks, more than fifteen days, perhaps for even longer than that. the moment theodore stepped on that damned train, something was broken.

mattheo is torn between being petty and praying that this christmas is just as terrible for theodore, so that next year, he won't hesitate to spend all of his time with him, and fucking apologize for being an asshole this year.

... however, a tinier, even more painful side of mattheo, hopes that theo feels welcome there. in a warm home, in his girlfriend's arms, experiencing what mattheo never hopes to experience someday. because deep down, no matter how hurt he is—mattheo discovers that he's stupid like that.

that he cares about theo too much, to truly desire harm coming his way.

no matter how lonely he is.

[acesofspadess]

All Roads Lead Here

Part 1 of All Roads Lead Here

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

a/n: we have sadly made it to the last race, so I decided to something big for my lovely readers. put your comments below on how you think Ace's weekend is going to unfold....

warnings: none??? not edited properly 🤷🏾‍♀️

summary: The end of the road has finally approached for the 2024 season. This weekend is a big one....

Abu Dhabi 

Ace and Lando shortly after the upset that was Qatar, were on a plane headed to Abu Dhabi. This weekend was full of emotions for everyone as history was unfolding before their eyes, but the couple could also make or break history this weekend as well. The constructors' battle was too close for comfort, and one wrong move would cost it all.

Lando wanted out of Qatar at the earliest chance, and soon they found themselves in the Abu Dhabi hotel Monday evening. There wasn’t much to do that night so they decided to just go out to dinner with each other, have a relaxing date before the chaos of the weekend.

“Are you glad it’s about to be all over?” She asked him as she sipped on her drink, dinner long gone. “I think so. This season has just been so much thrown at me, and I didn’t take it very well, but I know next year will be very different.” He said confidently, and Ace had to agree. 

Tuesday Lando had a meet and greet at the mall for Tumi’s new store while Ace was on winter break plans. Her and Max were planning out a ski trip for the group and needed to get some last minute things finalised. That night, the couple joined Max on stream to goof off a bit. Ace was more bullying the pair than anything. She had graduated from Bambi academy ages ago, and made sure to rub it in their faces any chance she got.

Alexandra, Rebecca, and Ace decided to spend their day off together, making the most of Dubai’s vibrant charm on Wednesday before the drivers dinner that Lewis always put together. Their adventure began at the Louvre Abu Dhabi, where they wandered through the museum’s serene halls, admiring the stunning interplay of light and art. Rebecca snapped photos of Ace and Alexandra as they marveled at the exhibits, their laughter echoing softly in the architectural wonder around them.

Next, they headed to a picturesque waterfront café for lunch, where they shared fresh mezze and sipped on cool drinks under the warm sun. The conversation was light and full of laughter, drifting from memories of past adventures to Ace’s upcoming birthday dinner.

“You are going to look incredible, right?” Alexandra teased over a bite of hummus, making Rebecca smirk in agreement.

Ace shrugged, brushing off the comment. “I have a few of my normal dresses with me. It’s no big deal really.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes, leaning forward with a grin. “Absolutely not. We’re finding you something stunning. Let’s make this a proper birthday celebration.”

With that decided, they strolled into a nearby shopping district, ducking in and out of boutiques. Ace groaned good-naturedly as her friends insisted on picking out dress after dress for her to try on. It wasn’t until she slipped into a sleek, white silk, floor-length gown with a square neckline and long, flared sleeves that both Alexandra and Rebecca lit up with approval.

“C'est parfait pour toi.” Alexandra declared, her voice decisive and soft, “You look incredible.”

Rebecca nodded enthusiastically. “It’s perfect for your birthday dinner. You deserve to shine after the year you’ve had.”

Ace tilted her head lovingly, studying her reflection while looking at the two girls. “You two are a girl's best friend. You should find something too!”

“It’s not about us!” Rebecca protested, grinning as she linked arms with Ace. “It’s your birthday, and you should feel amazing.”

“I do!” She assured looking at herself again. “Let me call Kelly and show her, then we can be on our way.” The two girls smiled and nodded with a ‘no rush’. 

After a very enthusiastic facetime where Kelly said she looked like a princess, she bought the dress and went back to the hotel where Lando was waiting for her. “Hi baby.” He greeted excitedly when he saw her. 

“Hi amour.” She giggled as he hugged her and tossed her into the bed. “You enjoy your day out?” He asked, seeing the garment bag. “Yeah, they convinced to get a new dress for my birthday.” She chuckled. “Of course they did.” Lando chuckled with her. “How long until we need to leave for dinner tonight?” She asked snuggling into his chest eyes closing.

“I’ll wake you up, just nap, baby.” He smiled down at the woman on his chest who had let sleep overtake her. “I love you.” He whispered, before setting an alarm and falling asleep with her.

Dinner was fun as always, having everyone together was always a joy, especially when their was drama. Ace and Lando were sat a seat away from Max when George walked in last, there was only one seat and the hush in the room made Ace and Lando squeeze each others thighs to retain their laughter.

George effectively moved that chair to sit on the opposite end of the table and Ace cleared her throat. “Drinks, anyone?” She asked and Max snorted at her inability to let anything get too awkward. 

Media day was more of a ‘one-last-time’ day. They took their team photo and Ace had a conference while Lando was in the media pen. 

Friday was a big day, waking up to the announcement from Max and Kelly. She made sure to give Max an extra long hug, even though she already knew. “Don’t start crying again.” He begged, making her threaten to run him into the wall. “Don’t let George hear you.” He teased and she flew into a fit of laughter.

Both her mom and two of her cousins, and most of Lando’s family were present this weekend too, the love and support were in the air this weekend

She was out in FP1 as it was her turn to give up her car for a junior driver. She was on the pitwall though, still mixed in the action. FP2 was great for her and Lando, coming P1 and P2.

She was coming into quali day confidently, and having topped FP3 she was ready for quali. 

Walking from the hub to the garage her and Lando were surrounded by kids asking for autographs. They loved the little ones and tried to get to them all, but they were against the clock. They signed what they could before finding an opening in the crowd and speeding through it. Both were quiet as they focused in on themselves. Getting into the garage they parted with a small kiss. “Stay safe.” They whispered to each other before going to their respective sides.

She made it into q3 as normal, P3 at that and then got time deleted.

“Ace, that lap was deleted. Turn 1.”

“Fuck man.”

“Head down, just go again, you have time.”

So Ace did just that, she was ready. About halfway through her out-lap Rupert came back on. 

“Your time was reinstated. You are currently in P3.”

“Merci, mon Dieu.” She sighed. “I’m still going for this one. I can do better.”

Ace took off fresh off the line, her whole lap was brilliant. “Good lap, that’s provisional.”

“Where’s Lando?”

“On a fast-lap right now.”

As Ace did her cool down lap Rupert came back. “Lando P1, you are P2. Great laps today.”

Ace hit her hands against her steering wheel. “Yeah, happy for the team. I can do better tomorrow though.”

Ace does not seem happy at all.

She does not if her hitting her wheel is anything. She had great pace today, was hoping for a pole i assume.

And for a second there we thought she had it!

Right! But we have to wait for tomorrow because turn 1 always brings us some drama.

Ace parked next to Lando in parc ferme with a sigh. She unclipped and got out of the car, going to congratulate Lando. She wouldn’t ruin this for him. “Family is over there.” He pointed when she pulled off her balaclava sluggishly. “Go say hi!” She laughed as he practically bounced.

“Wanna wait.” He said quickly, aka making her rush. She laughed un-doing her four twists as Lando waited impatiently. “Alright, alright!” She said as Lando pulled her over. She immediately went over to her maman who hugged her happily. “Fier de toi chérie.” Ace smiled happily. “Merci, maman.” 

She hugged her cousin Genevive, then her cousin Marc -who ruffled her hair knowing she hated it. She hugged all of Lando’s family as well before she had to do interviews. She put her hat on quickly and grabbed the mic from Lando.

“Ace, P2 on the day. So close to that first pole position, but another front row start and a dream start for the McLaren team. Just the conditions we saw yesterday, a bit cooler a bit windier, how tricky was it out there.” James introduced and asked her. Ace nodded along as hhe spoke before lifting the mic up.

“Uh, yeah, it was a bit tricky today, compared to last night, uh, it took us a bit of time to find our pace and put promising times on the board, but we got there in the end, uh, great result for the team, happy with my last lap, wish I could do it again, but…” she chuckled, “P2 is still a good spot, and it's great for the team.”

“You had that little situation there with the track limits. Where the last lap was taken away, then it was reinstated, what’s that conversation like between you and the engineer during that time where you're not sure if you get to keep the lap or not?”

Ace chuckled at her normal radios, “it’s usualu me cursing in French and my engineer trying to calm me down.” She said honestly with a laugh, “But in these situations where its a high maybe, he doesn’t tell me if its under review, because i’ll panic. He just tells me it’s deleted, do another one. It ended up being faster anyway, not fast enough, but it was reassuring having a backup plan.”

“Front row lockout obviously for the team, but how important is it for the team to carry that momentum into the winter?”

“Yeah, I mean, the biggest goal is winning the championship, that’s what we are focused on tomorrow. I’m sure we’d both love to win the race, but we'd love the championship even more, so we will make sure we accomplish that and have some fun tomorrow.” She answered strategically.

“Well good luck with that. Congratulations on P2. Ace Giovanelli!” She waved at everyone in the stands and handed the mic to Carlos. She finally got to her water and walked over to Lando and Terry Crews.

“You did great out there.” he complimented when he saw her, giving her a high-five. “Thank you!” She laughed. “Almost got him in the end.” She continued nudging her head at Lando and wrapping her arm around his waist. “You’ll get him soon.” Terry laughed. “I’ll just steal his engine, can’t go anywhere without it.” She teased and Lando shook his head, “I’ll inform the team to keep my car under lock and key.” As they laughed Carlos came beside them as they had to take their picture.

Ace went to Lando’s right with Carlos on the left as Lando fixed his hat. The two looked at each other with a smile knowing their teammate. They posed for the picture and Carlos and Ace went off as Lando signed the Pole Tire and posed with Terry.

When their photoshoot was done the trio walked off. “Onto Sunday?” Lando asked as he did every Saturday. “Onto Sunday.”

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taglist: @unlikelystay

[ushys]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

scenerio: you found husk shaking after having a talk with his owner alastor, so you comfort him 🩷

tags: fluff, panic attack, cursing, angst?, mentions of alcohol, one shot , not proof read

pairing: Husker X Reader

You furrowed your eyebrows as you see an unfamiliar woman cut off Alastor’s and Lucifer’s song. She introduces herself as Mimzy and starts blabbering about how her and Alastor go way back. You turn to look at Husk, who has a displeased look plastered on his face, seeming more annoyed than usual, which automatically gave you a real bad vibe towards Mimzy. Husk wasn’t really the type of person to really ‘dislike’ someone unless they were up to no good.

“As much as I’d love to catch up, Charlie and I have a tour to continue.” Alastor tells Mimzy, as he smirks at Lucifer, who seems to be clearly pissed off. “Oh, I’m sure Charlie can handle showing me around! I-” “Oh nonsense! Charlie and I started the hotel together and we’ll show it off together. Right, Charlie?” Alastor questions her as he cuts Lucifer off, pushing Charlie towards the opposite direction. Charlie agrees and walks away as he promises Mimzy he’ll be back soon.

You sighed and went back to the bar taking a seat, when Mimzy suddenly appears next to you. “So, where can a girl get a drink here?” She says in a flirtatious tone as she looks at you with half lidded eyes. “I-” “Ugh, Don’t go bothering anyone here Mimzy.” Husk cuts you off, growling in annoyance at being at the presence of her.

“My, My, is that Husker? Alastor still has you slinging hooch for him, I see.” Mimzy replies, teasing and chuckling as Husker’s annoyed glared stays the same.

“So, how you been, fur-ball?” She says, completely forgetting about your existence as she tries to create small talk with Husk. Your eye twitched upon hearing the teasing nickname she gave him. “Good! Until 5 minutes ago.”

“Oh.. don’t tell me you’re not happy to see me, you might hurt my feelings.” You rolled your eyes at that, almost sharing the same feelings Husk had towards her. Husk walks away and Mimzy turns to Nifty and asks her what she’s been up to. Husker slides her a drink, earring a thanks from her in which in return, she earns a “Fuck you” from him.

Husk walks to your side of the bar while Angel strikes up a conversation with Mimzy.

“So, what’s her deal? You don’t seem to be happy that she’s even here.” You ask, taking a large gulp of your tequila shot. “Ugh, don’t even get me started on that bitch. She’s fucked in the head and I got to warn Alastor that she’s definitely trouble.” He groans. “Oh I can tell she is. Barging in here with no warning at all?Gotta let the people know at least somehow.” You say, shrugging as you slide your cup towards Husker, indicating for him to pour more alcohol.

He pours you a drink and slides it back towards you with ease, as you catch it in your hand perfectly. “She’s definitely up to no good and is most likely here to get help from Alastor, which wouldn’t benefit us as it would just bring more chaos into the hotel.” He rubs his temples and sighs. “I’ll be back soon, I’m going to go find Alastor.” He says, as you wave and watch him walk towards the direction Charlie and the rest went.

“Hey, Can I get another one of these?” Mimzy turns around, only seeing you with your head turned toward the hallway with no sign of Husk around.

“Oh, what the fuck?”

It’s been almost half an hour, and Husker still hasn’t come back yet. You were starting to get worried as he said he was only going to go tell Alastor something and come back. You decided to go and look for him, see if you could possibly find him.

You got off from the stool and went down the hallway, leaving the rest behind in which the others didn’t really put much attention to. ‘Wonder where he went off too.’ You thought to yourself as you wandered the halls, your eyes scanning the area.

You turned the corner and your eyes landed on Husk who was on his knees, shaking uncontrollably with no sign of Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, or Lucifer. Panick soars through your body as you run towards Husk, lowering yourself onto your knees to be at the same level as him.

“Oh— Oh my stars, Husk are you alright? What’s wrong?” You quivered, as your eyes met Husk’s. He tries to stand up but feels weak in the knees as he co

ntinues to uncontrollably shake. You decide to help him calm down before asking him what happened, so you put a hand on his back and with another hand, you held his.

Husk is stunned by your action and turns to look at you, as he is met with a comforting look coming from you and a soft smile. You begin to move your hand, rubbing his back as you put your head on his shoulder. You can feel him become loose and start calming down, as his breaths slowly return to their normal pace.

“It’s okay Husk, I’m here for you. Talk to me.” Your sweet tone made him feel relaxed.

“I used to be an overlord. An overlord who thought he wasn’t scared of anything, but being a soul that someone owns is something I could never get used to. I was j-just trying to warn him about Mimzy, and..” He trailed off, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath and standing up slowly, you doing the same. “This is embarrassing.” He admits, letting out a low growl as he shows his fangs.

“It’s not embarrassing. It’s just something you can’t control and have to live with. It’s understandable for you to have that moment where you just want to speak your truth, I get it.” You look down at your hands, and grab Husk’s and wrap your hands around his and look back up at him. “Don’t be afraid to show any sort of emotion. Although your job is to serve alcohol and ‘listen to people whine’, that doesn't mean you can't talk to someone too. Find someone you’re comfortable enough to talk to and who is willing to listen and actually help you!” You smile, as you pull Husk into a hug, catching him completely off guard.

“And you know, I can be that certain someone.” You smirk with your eyes closed, still trapping Husker in your hug as you blush. He looks down, softens his gaze towards you and scoffs. He wraps an arm around you and gives you a pat on the head. “Sure, That’s fine by me.” He stated, not noticing your smug smile, expressing that you could hear him letting out soft purrs.

“Alright, let’s head back with everyone else, Shall we, [Y/N]?”

note: and that’s a wrap. i actually love husk so much guys idk i’ve been having the biggest brainrot over him like hello?? biggest husk fan since 2019. also i’ve been reading through your suggestions so im planning on writing them soon, just that i’m so busy so i’m going to need to find time to work on them <3. i might edit this later and add more but idk so take this for now

[nightwonder7]

Hey! I discovered your Tumblr like, now haha, I loved your art and your Norton AU! I wonder, other than Norton, How did the other survivors and shape-shifting Hunters deal with it? Does Alice also change to Little Girl?

AAaaaahhh I'm so late to this ask! ;<; But thank you so much!! Q////////Q I'm really glad to hear you like it!! ;U;

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So I'll just get Orpheus out of the way first; as Novelist and Nightmare had release dates very close to each other, I like to think that he has always had both forms in the eternal manor, and thus didn't really have any learning curves where he had to adapt to another faction. He was the first identity switch character and kinda adjusted to both at the same time with his new living situation.

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Luchino and Joker I feel like had a similar experience becoming survivors after being hunters for so long, but handled it differently. So characters with identity switches are often described with the id/ego model, where one side acts on impulse and pleasure, and the other on morals and rationality. Hunters seem to represent the id, and survivors the ego for these guys.

So imagine someone who has been a hunter for a long time suddenly snapping out of this impulsive, freeing mindset when being reminded of their morals and values. I imagine it as a "waking up from a long nightmare" kinda ordeal. They weren't hunters before entering the eternal manor, but were twisted and forced into such roles upon entering for whatever reason. I can see turning into their survivor mindset after so long in chaos as sorta cathartic. But also an emotional roller-coaster. The denial of their new vulnerable position as survivors. Getting used to their old bodies again. The sinking realisation and regrets of everything they have done while being "free" that has gone against their morals and values. Navigating the jungle of gaining trust from the other survivors as well as learning or relearning how to work in teams.

I can see Luchino would approach it as a bit of an experiment. An opportunity to explore his new position with curiosity and fascination and learn from it. He'd probably handle it the best out of everyone tbh. Joker would need a lot more time to adjust to the changes. Perhaps he'd have a long period of being reticent and depressed. In denial while he comes to term with his predicament.

I have gotten a few asks about Luchino's and Joker's identity switches that have given me a few ideas that I intend to draw some day.

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This ask came before the announcement of Hullabaloo, but I'll say a few words about him regardless. It's probably similar to Norton as it is a situation of a long term survivor turning into a hunter. But I feel like Mike would have a harder time with it. In Fool's Gold's case, it was gaining the freedom to express all his pent up emotions. He is happy and relieved, albeit on a surface level. Hullabaloo seems like an empty husk, tormented by the pain from a life that imploded. All those negative emotions coming back to him in the eternal manor and twisting him into this wraith-like shape. Perhaps as a hunter he doesn't really realise what he is doing when in a game? In his hunter mindset, he is only focused on bringing justice to his tragedy and doesn't care who it affects. Snapping out of it after a game would be... interesting nonetheless.

Furthermore, Mike was probably more liked by the other survivors than Norton. And he was super popular and loved at the circus. So seeing everyone being suddenly on edge and distrusting of him (maybe even hated) would hit him hard. Whereas Norton was kinda used to people not liking or caring about him.

On a more comedic note, I can definitely see Mike forgetting his dual roles at the manor from time to time. At least the other survivors have learned to play along after all the shenanigans with Fool's Gold.

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Now to Alice... so technically in-game, Alice is Memory and vice versa. She is considered an identity switch character. However, I see them as two different entities. My reason for this is that the other identity switch characters have one thing in common; no matter what faction or form they take, they are the same person with the same names. Fool's Gold is Prospector, and he is Norton Campbell. Evil Reptilian is Professor, and he is Luchino Diruse and so on. One represents the ego, while the other represents the id. How others perceive them under the influence of the drugs happens to be the form the id takes. Memory is straight up a hallucination conjured up by Orpheus. She shows up when Orpheus as a detective is alone, so she is not there in place of Alice. Furthermore, Little Girl's name is Memory, not Alice; maybe because she is a memory from Orpheus' psyche. Then there is the whole can of worms of whether Memory is human or not cause she can teleport and sync with other survivors in-game, but I don't know if I can use that as an argument when there are flying lizard-men and humanoid rock piles gfshgfjskd

Though I'll say some of this could change with AoM3. Perhaps the little girl will be how Orpheus sees Alice during this event. But it would be a little odd if that is how he perceives Alice under the influence of the fear drugs, cause Memory is not some scary monster; she is the representation of the past Orpheus is longing for. And perhaps there is another reason for why she goes by a different name than Alice. Furthermore, I feel like we don't know enough about Alice or Memory to pinpoint if Memory really is a part of Alice in the id/ego model, or if she is just an ideal version of Alice in Orpheus' mind. But as things stand now, I'm seeing them as two different entities. In the Eternal Manor AU, Orpheus' imagination is apparently so strong that it has conjured up a whole person.

So yeah... that's the best I can explain my thoughts on this.

[thatanimeramenchick]

Yandere! Lucifer visits the Hazbin Hotel because his daughter called him, but there he meets a human! Innocent! reader and Yandere! Alastor... Where the two of them start fighting over the reader...

Yandere Alastor vs Lucifer and Human Reader

Ha ha ha, I live for the chaos that this would be.

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“You mean, she’s alive? Not an official sinner?” Lucifer asked.

“Yep,” said Charlie, “Um… we’re not quite sure how she got down here, to be perfectly honest, but she definitely doesn’t fit the sinner criteria in looks or attitude.”

You hesitate before you give a small curtsy to the king of hell. You weren’t sure if the act was going to count against you when you actually died for real, but who knows, maybe he’d be as nice as Charlie was? Either way, Charlie was a good girl, and you wanted to help her out. Surely no one could blame you for being kind to someone, even if that someone is the King of Hell himself.

“Nice to meet you, your highness,” you say, voice timid.

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen a… living human,” Lucifer said, circling you, as if you were a rare exotic animal, “It’s been decades. Centuries even. And you don’t know how you got down here?”

“No, your highness,” you said, “I really don’t know what happened. I-I just ended up here somehow.”

“And no way to get back home either, I’m assuming?” he said, “How odd. Must find it terrifying down here, not to mention dangerous.”

Charlies chuckles a little, but you see a certain nervousness in her eyes. Your safety had been the talk of many stressful meetings.

“We do keep her as secure as we can,” she said, “Considering she’s so vulnerable down here she stays in the hotel pretty much all the time.”

“Ah, yes,” said Alastor, who seemed to be butting into every conversation poor Charlie was trying to hold with her father, “This little lady here, I assure you, she is under the strict protection of the hotel. The very best, as I tend to her safety personally.”

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as he said it, pulling you closer to him. The touch startled you, as he wasn’t one for physical affection. In all honesty, you don’t recall him ever touching you in any way ever other than the brief handshake you had shared on meeting. You tense a little at the unexpected contact.

Lucifer’s eyes turn to Alastor and narrow. He looks at him like one would look at a spider crawling on the wall. A chill runs through you with the amount of malice in his eyes.

“… I’m sure you do,” he finally said.

His eyes return to you, a hint of curiosity in them, most of the malice gone.

“But! I’d be more than happy to assist in this matter,” he continued, “I’m not sure if there is anything we really can do as far as sending you back up to earth, but I can do my best to make sure you stay safe. Demons are fine and dandy, but there’s nothing like a royal seal of protection. You haven't made a deal, have you?”

As you shake your head, Alastor’s grip tightens, making your shoulder ache. You worry he’s going to claw through your blouse and into your skin if he’s not careful.

Saying you were uncomfortable would be the understatement of the year.

Lucifer Morningstar

Lucifer would have a clear upper hand in this situation, and oh, the nostalgia you would bring! He’s had plenty of experience getting innocent, naive human women to warm up to him, both in the romantic department and outside of it. While he is a bit out of practice, if he actually tried, I could see him using all of his experience, charm, and knowledge to seduce a shy girl out of her shell.

If you’re still a living human, he’s going to be quite protective of you. You want to leave the hotel? Have you gone straight mad? Honestly, if he had it his way, Charlie wouldn’t let you out of your bedroom with those nasty sinners crawling around the hotel. Do you want to end up as corrupt and filthy as the rest of hell? Perhaps he can talk to Charlie and convince her that you need to be taken somewhere more… secure.

Once he finally moves into the hotel, the real battle is going to begin. He'll be seeing you regularly and therefore make it impossible for him to push you out of his mind. And he has to put up with Alastor's antics now on a daily basis.

While he'd like to think he's levelheaded and mature, I can see arguments with Alastor quickly spinning out of control and getting very personal and very nasty fast. The only thing holding him back from just killing him after a certain point is the fact that Charlie likes him as much as she does.

Alastor

Part of me would wonder if he actually even likes you or if he just wants to mess with Lucifer tbh.

All jokes aside, Alastor would be pissed. He knows that Lucifer is more powerful in every sense of the word, and he can’t do a thing about it. Well, at least nothing that really matters. He’s simply going to have to be more charming than Lucifer is, to the point where you prefer him.

He’s going to pull out all the stops of being a suave southern gentleman. While Lucifer will try to wow you with bombastic displays that only he can provide, Alastor will offer himself as the sweet, traditional lover that has your back. He's a distinguished romantic compared to this circus leading clown. At least that's what he'll want you to think. When it comes down to it, Alastor has far less experience than Lucifer with women and romance.

Also I see him as being one of those people who’s like, “Since I know I can’t lift myself up more, I’m dragging this asshole down to my level.” Verbally throws barbs at Lucifer, both to piss him off and to try to make him look worse in your eyes. He’d have a real hayday if he can provoke Lucifer into saying or doing something that scares you.

Even when Lucifer’s not around though, he’s the type to plant ideas in your mind that the king of hell is simply not a good match for you. He’d use his verbal skills to make Lucifer look less attractive in your eyes or to make you feel like it would be unwise to get in a relationship with the literal Devil.

I’d like to think you’d turn them both down, but they’re both too polite towards women to be that forceful with you, so instead they just butt horns for what feels like eternity over who should have you. Clearly it’s the other guys fault that you don’t want him, not yours! Then when you finally die, you go to heaven, leaving them both quite upset about the whole situation.

But if things did get ugly and push came to shove, Lucifer would definitely win. At this point in the game, Alastor doesn't stand a chance. Hope you enjoy solitary confinement!

[vivwritesfics]

Waiting For The Sun

Chapter Two

Rhett Abbott has been hearing his soulmate in his head for ten years. She's the sweetest thing, nicknamed Muffin after her love of baking. Rhett doesn't know who Muffin is, doesn't know where she is, but hearing her voice always makes his day better. But then Trevor Tillerson is killed and Rhett's life is thrown into chaos. Through it all, Muffin in there for her soulmate. She wants nothing more than to find him, even through the chaos.

Soulmate AU

a/n: timeline might be out of canon order but fuck it

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Fifteen year old Rhett Abbott hated Shakespeare. He sat in his room, his usually messy room, and attempted to write this essay. But his handwriting was chicken scratch and his soulmate wasn't responding to him.

He swore, if she'd gone to bed...

Well, Rhett couldn't blame her. It had gone midnight and, after near a year of being in each others heads, he knew her routine. But he also knew how much she loved Shakespeare.

Come on, wake up, he thought. But, if he woke her up, he never would have forgiven himself.

Without her there to keep him company while he struggled through his homework, Rhett gave up. He capped his pen, dropped it onto his paper, and stood from his desk. That was a problem for Tomorrow Rhett to deal with, even if the thought of getting detention terrified him. Well, not getting detention, but he knew his mom would never let him go to the rodeo if he got detention.

Are you okay?

He hadn't expected her voice in his head. What're you doing awake? Rhett asked his soulmate as he crawled beneath his bedsheets. They needed changing, he knew, but he was a gross teenaged boy. They always needed changing.

There was a pause before she responded, so long that Rhett thought she had gone back to sleep. Are you okay? She asked again. Even in his head, she sounded so damn tired. Guilt hit Rhett at all angles, but he couldn't deny how warm hearing her voice made him feel.

I'm okay, he answered, and her sigh filled his head. It wasn't of annoyance, though. No, she was relieved. Just doin' homework.

Do you need help with it? She asked, voice sweet in his head.

That was the thing about his soulmate. Ever since her voice had entered his head a year ago, she'd been so damn sweet. She'd helped him with so much homework over the past year. Now, Rhett wasn't stupid, but working on the ranch and training with his dad to be a future bull riding champion took up most of his time.

Tomorrow, if you can, he replied. Get some sleep, darlin'.

That woke her up slightly. The first time her soulmate had ever given her some sort of nickname. Riddled with exhaustion, Rhett didn't even noticed that the nickname had slipped. She didn't mind, though, not in the slightest.

Somehow, Rhett knew she hadn't yet gone back to sleep. Something in him could just feel that she was still awake. What were you dreamin' about? He asked, hands behind his head as he stared up at the popcorn ceiling. On the few instances that they spoke late into the night, Rhett stared at the ceiling and tried to imagine what she looked like. The sound of her voice gave him no indicators, but it didn't stop him from trying.

I dreamt that the sky opened up and the stars were raining down on us, she said in his head.

Rhett could see it, laying in the south pasture with a faceless girl as vibrant stairs began shooting across the sky, falling down around them and illuminating the Abbott Ranch. Sounds beautiful, he said to her, a yawn leaving his lips.

'm getting tired. In his head, her voice came out as groggy, and Rhett let the scene in his head change. A faceless girl, struggling to stay awake as she spoke to him.

Sleep, Rhett said to her.

Are you gonna sleep, too? She asked and Rhett gave a hum. Before you go, what's your homework? I can think about it while I'm waiting for you to wake up.

Rhett told her. Not long after that, the two of them were asleep. Rhett couldn't help but dream of himself as a young Leonardo DiCaprio in the nineties, falling for a faceless girl he couldn't have, a facless girl that kissed the poison from his lips and took a knife to his own chest before collapsing on top of him.

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Twenty four year old Rhett woke up to the smell of bacon filling his nose. He opened his eyes and shut them immediately. Trust him to be too drunk to close his curtains. Mornin' Muffin, he said in his mind, praying he didn't sound too much like he was hanging out of his ass.

Her melodic giggle filled his mind. Almost immediately his day brightened up and he pushed himself out of bed. Well, good morning, she said to him. How does that head feel?

Suddenly, dread filled him. He had gotten pretty good at playing sober on the instances that she was still awake while he was out drinking. But, not last night, apparently. Ah, fuck. What did I say?

You were trying to tell me things about yourself and then getting frustrated when it working work. Even in his head, he could hear the amusement in her voice. You're cute when you're drunk and frustrated.

He groaned, audibly, as he walked out of his bedroom. How do you put up with me? He asked, somewhat rhetorically, as he wandered into the kitchen and greeted his family.

Believe it or not, you were made for me, bucko, she replied as he stole the bacon from Amy's plate. She complained, but Rhett didn't hear it as he took his own plate from his mother and sat down at the table.

Me? Made for you? How do you know you weren't made for me?

She laughed as his family found out just how hungover he was. But with that laugh filling his head, all was right in the world.

She was there through the morning as Rhett worked. She kept him company as he fed the cattle and tacked up for the morning. All the while she was making bread or reading a book. When the Tillerson boys showed up at the fence that separated them from the Abbott's, she was quiet, let him do what he needed to do. But, the moment he was grumbling, her soothing voice filled his head, calming him down.

I'm riding tonight, he said as he untacked his horse for the night. He brushed over her back, brushing away any loose and uncomfortable hairs.

Oh.

It was no secret to Rhett how much his bull riding worried her. For the first two years of his career to had listened as he fell off and hurt himself. It had taken Rhett those two years to learn how to quiet his mind when he was riding, for the soul purpose of not making her panic.

Tell me where you place, she said to him.

Of course, Muffin, he replied and headed back to the house for dinner.

Rhett loved it when his family watched him ride, of course he did. But he always felt like something was missing. He knew exactly what was missing, and couldn't wait for the day she was sitting there, between his mom and Perry. He'd ride better with her watching, he knew.

I'm going out with my friends tonight, she told him as he waited for his turn to ride.

Rhett couldn't help but grin to himself. She always had fun when she went out, always got drunk rather quickly. Every time she would ramble about their future together and he didn't mind that one bit.

Gonna celebrate my win?

You know it, cowboy.

Those were the words that played in his head as he sat on Twister. Fucking Twister. Everybody knew that the bull hadn't ridden well in weeks. But Rhett tried. With all of his might, he tried. But that bull tossed him around like a ragdoll, until he was pushing himself up from the sand and picking up his hat.

Muffin, you there? He asked as he walked over to the fence, footsteps sluggish.

Rhett waited a moment before she answered him. Yeah, I'm here. How did it go?

Rhett could have lied, could have told her everything was hunky dory, that he'd placed well and made it through to the next round. But she always seemed to know when he was lying to her. Maybe he sounded different when he lied. No matter what it was, she knew.

He sucked in a breath. I didn't place.

Oh, baby. He couldn't help but grimace at the sympathy. Bad bull?

He breathed through his nose as his father approached the fence. Maybe, he answered. I don't know Muffin. I just... But, as his dad started speaking, the words died in his mind.

When his dad and the rest of his family stepped back from the fence, gave him some space, his eyes met those of Maria Olivares.

Maria Olivares. There was a time that Rhett thought Maria was his soulmate. He was sixteen and connected the dots in his head to make it so. It didn't matter that the pieces didn't entirely fit or that she didn't look his way. Sixteen year old Rhett made it work.

But seeing her now, something inside of him sparked to life. He raised his hand towards her slightly. She was his Muffin, even if she didn't realise it. Maria smiled back and his heart seemingly skipped a beat.

It didn't much help that his Muffin had disappeared. But he'd seen that Maria was busy, and it made sense in his mind. She turned away from him and Rhett climbed out of the ring. Fuck, he needed a drink after that ride. Have fun, Muffin, he said as he climbed into his truck and began driving home.

It was a sucky night for Rhett. He didn't make it through and his girl was too busy to talk to him. He'd never fault her for it, though. She was having fun, and that was all that mattered.

Perry was having a night as shitty as his own. After Joy had stopped by earlier with the news about the FBI dropping Rebecca's case, he'd been in an understandably sour mood. That was why Rhett invited him out to the Pit Bar. That was how he found himself slamming back tequila shots in the Pit Bar with Perry.

Drunk Rhett was a rambler. He'd been drunk enough to now and Perry had seen him drunk often enough to know it, too. The topic of Rhett's drunken ramblings were almost always his bull riding career and his soulmate. Now, sober Rhett would never speak to Perry about his soulmate, not after Perry had gone ahead and married a woman that wasn't his soulmate.

But drunk Rhett couldn't help himself as he told Perry all about the last ten years with her. And then Maria Olivares walked into the Pit Bar.

She was out with her friends and his Muffin was out with her friends. It made so much sense to Rhett that this woman was his soulmate, but then why was she hanging onto Trevor Tillerson?

Perry saw the way Rhett looked at Maria. "You've been convinced this girl is your soulmate since you were sixteen years old," he said. "Go speak to her," he insisted.

When she approached the bar, Rhett did. But there so no opportunity to speak to her that time. The next time, their conversation was shirt, but that conversation was enough to reaffirm it to Rhett that Maria really was his soulmate. But then she went back to Trevor, and Perry joined him at the bar.

Drunk Rhett said whatever he wanted. Drunk Rhett made his big brother cry. He knew he shouldn't have said it the second the words left his lips. "I'm sorry, man," he said as he caught Maria's eye. "Go on, go get some air."

You look really pretty tonight, he said to no response. Maria still looked at him, though. And, with no Trevor Tillerson holding his arm around her shoulders, Maria joined him.

"Hey," she said to him for the second time that night.

Rhett tapped his fingers against the green neck of his beer bottle. "Hey," he repeated, but then that single word was slurred. There was so much he wanted to say, stuff about how she couldn't swear until she was fourteen or that, at sixteen, he had to teach her what a handjob was. All things Rhett had been through with his soulmate.

But enough doubt lingered in the back of his mind that he said nothing. What if Maria wasn't his soulmate and he blurted all of that out? They were memories between him, his soulmate, and nobody else.

Maria led the conversation, but Rhett didn't much mind. He sipped his beer and listened, his usual polite but somewhat shy smile playing on his lips. For a split second he turned to the door, tried to catch a glimpse of Perry through glass pane.

"Ah shit," he said as he stood. Maria said nothing. Certainly didn't scold him for his language as he headed outside. But Rhett wasn't thinking about that. As soon as he stepped into the cool night air, he was pushing Trevor Tillerson away from his brother.

He didn't know that Maria was watching the scuffle, didn't know she was there when Rhett put Trevor on the ground. Not without coming away with his own scrapes and bruises, of course. His hand fucking killed from where it had connected with Trevor's face.

As soon as Trevor was on the ground, Rhett turned back to the bar, back towards Maria. "That guy is the biggest asshole you're ever gonna meet," he said and headed back inside.

Muffin? He tried, but there was no response. Either she'd heard everything he'd been thinking through the fight and was disgusted, or she'd fallen asleep hours ago. But she wasn't Maria, Rhett knew that much.

He didn't know what happened between Perry and Trevor while he was pulling the truck around. But Rhett didn't need to know as he helped Perry load the body of Trevor Tillerson into his truck. Perry had fucking killed someone, and his finger prints were now on the body.

Fuck.

But he knew for a fact that he'd never been this panicked before. This was the kind of panic that would have her waking up to check on him, if she was even asleep. The breaths Rhett took in were deep and calming. He kept his emotions in check as he drove himself, Perry, and the body back to the Abbott ranch.

Fuck, he hoped his Muffin was sleeping.

Rhett Taglist: @finnydraws

@writtingrose

@nurse-sainz

@xoxabs88xox

@afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff

Series Taglist: @nessjo

@butterflykale1doscope

@eternallyvenus

[ac-schryver]

Mama, I killed Adam! Angelic knife to his back Mama life’s just begun~

Alastor grunted lowly as he entered the east parlor of the hotel. He could feel Lucifer’s eyes boring into the back of his skull. Across from Lucifer sat Heaven’s delegation lead by a man only two inches taller than Lucifer with brown hair but the same agitating face.

“Wow, talk about a pretty face,” Michael giggled. “Too bad about those, 8, 10?, murders. Heaven would have had a field day with you, handsome.”

“Michael, brother dear, is please refrain from flirting with the busboy,” Lucifer ground out, with a pout

“It was 15 murders actually,” Alastor spoke as he lowered himself into a chair watching as the other elder Seraphim flinch at his admission. “They tasted lovely once I turned them into andouille and boudin.”

“You’re not feeding us that are you?” Lucifer asked.

“Of course not, my King!” Alastor’s grin turned feral. “Don’t worry you pretty little head! I respect our dear Charlie too much to soil her palate that way, but I can give you a taste if you like.”

“Oooh kinky!” Michael chirped.

“Michael, sir, please!” Sera hissed.

“but it is!” Michael whined.

“Your saintliness ain’t so bad,” Angel grinned.

“Not so bad your self, doll!” Michael flirted back.

“Michael, please!” Sera hissed.

“ALASTOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“That would be my cue to leave,” Alastor chuckled only to fall back down into his chair by a yank at his neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A purple snake demoness with heart patterns down her tail marched into the parlor, heels clicking, blue hair wild. “I told you to watch over Lucifer and Charlotte, not get killed fighting my stupid ex husband, who’s here now! Hi, Luci. Now get your skinny ass over here so I can fix you again!”

“EVE?!” Lucifer asked, then whipped around to Alastor. “You sold your soul to Eve?!”

“Hush! Do you know how stubborn this man is? Had to make a damn deal to let me heal him seven years ago and to make him rest!” Eve hissed and poked at Alastor’s face. “Asked me to stitch that smile to his face too!”

“Hey, girl!” Michael grinned. “How are the boys?”

“Michael! They’re good, invested in something call the Immediate Murder Professionals? It’s going well!”

“Abel and Cain are invested in I.M.P.?!” Sera gasped and the groaned.

“This has been so productive! When do I get to meet Lottie?”Michael asked. “Dad and I have a present for her!”

—————

It’s either Eve or Roo and boy do I want the Mama’s boy to pick the Mother of all Moms! Also I’m tired of mean Michael! I want chaos gremlin who’s Tired TM and just wants to visit his brother and niece also art of Michael and Eve, how I think they look until official art

[allwaswell16]

This is part 2 of a fic rec of my favorite Louis/Liam fics as requested in this ask. You can find part 1 here. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

💗 Bloom by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 28k, crime mystery) In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne. 

💗 Heart Skips A Beat by harriet_vane

(T, 27k, uni) Harry always kisses everyone, until he starts something he can't finish. (A university AU in which no one goes to class. I am noticing a trend.)

💗 Eight Days by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 22k, friends to lovers) Louis and Liam got hitched in Vegas, completely forgot about it for more than a decade, and it comes back to bite them. Sort of.

💗 the pawn to your king by blackwayfarers

(T, 18k, canon) "It's not a date," Liam says again, giving Louis a laughing shrug, kind of baffled. Their usual ladding about has never even been remotely date-like; dates don't often end with fines being paid to department stores by their management, or cellphone videos of them shooting nerf guns at paparazzi.

💗 One Step, Not Much by orphan_account

(G, 17k, friends to lovers) The lights out, the room dark, Liam still looked at Louis fast asleep where he laid, illuminated only slightly by moonlight casting in through the window, and he still knew he was in love. But they were friends, nothing more and nothing less.

💗 Smile Again by @mistresscurvy

(E, 16k, fireman Liam) Recently dumped Louis sets his kitchen on fire on Christmas Eve. Fireman Liam makes the mistake of inviting him home for Christmas. Chaos and feelings ensue.

💗 Like it was at the start by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(T, 14k, friends) A platonic soulmates AU set in Lake Louise, Canada.

💗 It’s a Craving Not a Crush by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 9k, fake relationship) the one where Liam and Louis are best bros who end up getting married so that Liam has the insurance he needs to go to rehab. Now that he’s sober, they can get divorced. But do they want to?

💗 Bedroom Floor by @star55

(T, 7k, girl direction) Liam and Louis have been doing this dance ever since they broke up. The thing is, it’s slowly killing Liam and Louis doesn’t realise it.

💗 Blow Me Away by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(E, 6k, established relationship) Louis likes giving blow jobs. Which is why it's a bit frustrating that every time he does, Liam hauls him back up again.

💗 Come a Little Closer (On My Face If You'd Like): A Romance by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 5k, canon) Liam finds Louis' porn.

💗 Puppy Love by @neondiamond

(G, 5k, strangers to lovers) Louis is a dog trainer and Liam just got a puppy for the first time. Dogs are sometimes smarter than one might think.

💗 i'm never gonna fall (but i'm never hard to catch) by carissima

(M, 5k, fwb) TFLN: we were supposed to fuck one time, but ended up fucking for 2 years

💗 circling the truth by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 3k, soulmates) Liam Payne has met his soulmate. He knows he has, because he woke up with his power this morning.

💗 Couldn't miss this one this year by yourlionheartx / @djtommotomlinson

(G, 3k, meet cute) All year Louis has been chasing this gorgeous guy he met at a ski shop. It’s Christmas and he’s decided it’s just time to let it go. He's spending Christmas on his own this year.

💗 Ready Or Not by cherrylarry / @beelou

(G, 3k, canon) five times 1D play hide and seek over the years

💗 Not the Jealous Type by loudicrous / @overfireandwater

(T, 2k, canon) Harry and the others were wrong - Liam did not fancy Louis, and he did not want to kiss Louis, and he absolutely would not be jealous if anyone else were to kiss Louis... Unless...??

💗 Should Have Known by @allwaswell16

(NR, 2k, friends to lovers) Liam returns from his internship abroad ready to tell his best friend that he wants to be more than friends. But when Louis starts avoiding him, he's no longer sure the timing is right.

💗 Going Somewhere (Baby, Like You And I) by @reminiscingintherain

(G, 1k, Olympics) Louis Tomlinson, Team GB's brightest hope on the 10m platform, faces struggle after struggle in both his professional and personal life. But when Tokyo 2020 finally comes around, will the stars finally align?

💗 you've got a hold on my heart by hydrangeathursdays / @zou-i-am

(T, 1k, friends to lovers) Louis thought his feelings for Liam were unrequited, but are they? Library books can tell you a lot about a person.

[wordstome]

i’m here to encourage you to please elaborate on singledad!könig

also, do any of their kids have any scuffles with each other? how do the parents and children deal with it?

This ask was sent 10 minutes after the dream daddy post went up. Anon, I adore you.

I was going to put single dad König in this same post, but then it started to go on and on, and I want to take my time with the second half of your ask as well, so all my König thoughts will go in a separate post. Thank you for enabling me :3

(also this is the post I lost 3 paragraphs worth of writing on. It was literally all of Price and Ghost's sections, so forgive me if they're not up to par).

Price: With three kids, there are bound to be spats. Brianna taking something of Alice's without asking, Clara ruining one of the older girls' possessions, etc. etc. People see Price with all girls and remark how peaceful his house must be, but Price (and anybody who has a sister) knows that is NOT true. The Price home is chaos interrupted by periods of peace. Luckily, their dad is a literal military captain, so he's able to whip them into shape. All manner of crying, yelling, and shrieking can be silenced with one singular "GIRLS!" from the man himself. Then after that comes the soothing and the stern talking-tos.

Ghost: I think Simon was great with kids pre-Roba, he had Tommy and then his nephew Joseph. But post-Roba and his work in the special forces, he's much more rough around the edges. Like I said in the main post, Caden is a pretty quiet kid, so I can't see him starting or getting into any trouble. But he is still a 10 year old, so I can see him throwing a fit when he's frustrated or uncomfortable. If this happens in public, Simon will pull him aside and talk to him quite sternly, especially if Caden is making a ruckus as an emotional outlet. In private, he gives Caden space to let it all out, and then talks to him afterwards. However, if Caden can articulate what's upsetting him, he's very gentle and understanding. One way or another, I can see Simon getting help with his PTSD, so he uses a lot of techniques that his therapist taught him with Caden.

Soap: I imagine Elodie as about 6-7 years older than Thomas, who is a literal baby, so I can't see that they get into any fights. Mostly Elodie getting cranky about Thomas getting all the attention, at which point Johnny has to reassure his daughter and give her some love as well. When they're older, Elodie is a classic older sister who fucks with her little brother. She's never truly malicious, but there are definitely times when Johnny's standing in front of them sighing and pinching his nose because Elodie's played a nasty prank on her brother. Johnny's a very picks-his-misbehaving-kid-up-like-a-doll-and-gives-them-a-noogie kind of parent. He's never raised his voice at his kids, but instead has an "if what I think is happening is happening, it better not be" tone that instantly strikes fear into his kids' hearts. I can hear it in my head. I know you guys can hear it in your head too. 'Nuff said.

Gaz: It's hard to say what it's like when Kyle's kids fight: I can see Violet being the sort of girl who is quite close with her younger brother, so I can't really imagine a lot of scenarios in which they would fight. But Elliott is a younger brother and Violet is a growing teenage girl, so there have probably been a few times when Violet got mad at Elliott and screamed at him or said something that she regretted. Kyle and Emily will both scold the kids when they step out of line, and they both do their part when it comes to discipline. Kyle in particular is a very "I'm not mad at you, I'm just disappointed" sort of parent. He expects a lot of Violet, but sometimes that pressure can get to her.

König: This man is overwhelmingly soft for his daughter. The calmest, most gentle giant. I think out of all the dads he's most susceptible to spoiling her, which obviously could become a problem. He's incredibly lucky though, because Ava is an angel. She is spoiled, being an only child on her daddy's colonel salary, but she gives more "kind rich girl" vibes than "inconsiderate little brat". I'm going to elaborate more on this in the upcoming König post, but he's got this deep sadness to him because he lost his wife. Ava is a pretty perceptive child, so she doesn't act out unless she's having a really hard time, in which case König is nothing but soothing and reassuring.

Horangi: If Ryujin (Hong-jin's daughter) has beef with you, he's kicking your ass right alongside her. When she was young, she was fully capable of both starting and finishing fights, and Hong-jin was an incorrigible enabler who was more likely to double over laughing than scold his daughter. Her mother usually had to be the disciplinarian. Hong-jin and Ryujin have a complicated relationship, but in adulthood, they're pretty even keel, and have grown even closer since the death of Ryujin's mom.

Keegan: Jason and Cecelia have been through a lot together, so they don't really fight. When they do though, it's nasty, and Keegan serves as more of a go-between than a disciplinarian role. Both of them will seek advice from him, but he understands that they know each other better than he does. Not for lack of trying, of course, but it's inevitable with older adoptions. His role comes from having more life experience, and he's got a kind of impenetrable chill that makes everybody a lot calmer.

[ladyloveandjustice]

Summer 2024 Anime Overview: Mayonaka Punch and SHY Season 2

Mayonaka Punch

Masaki runs a successful YouTube (or ‘NewTube’ as they call it) channel with her two friends, however arguments arise, and she ends up punching one of her friends during a stream. She’s dropped from the channel and the internet turns against her, dashing hopes of starting over. Meanwhile, a vampire, Live, is dreaming about a beautiful woman offering blood to her and she discovers the girl of her dreams is Masaki. So Masaki strikes a dangerous deal with Live so she can start a brand new YouTube channel with the vampire as the star...

Canceled Youtuber x Loser Vampire yuri. This is the kind of shit I watch anime for.

Do you support women’s wrongs? Are you an appreciator of female characters who are loveable shit heads? This is the show for you! I love that Masaki is absolutely in the wrong, her punch is not justified and the show never pretends it is, she’s unabashedly selfish and the show loves to point that out, yet she still has a lot of pathos, and you really begin to root for her and her budding friendships (or possibly more with Live?) The four vampires Masaki team up with (and one vampire desperately trying to keep them in line) are all unapologetic disasters, and they make a fantastic ensemble comedy.

The dynamic between to group and the way they form strong bonds with each other through the chaos is fun to watch, and almost every vampire gets a nice focus episode where you come to feel for them. Fu’s episode is a highlight here, being so devastatingly sad and sweet I believe the people who say they cried over it. While the show never gets that intense again, we do get to see these ridiculous assholes put themselves in wacky situations for the sake of clicks, from stranding themselves on an island or getting in an ill advised garlic eating challenge.

But the core relationship is obviously Live and Masaki. Live is downright horny for Masaki’s blood, from the moment she imagines Masaki coming to her in the nude in a dream. The blood=sexual lust metaphor is...incredibly thinly veiled. Masaki is completely willing to take advantage of the down-bad vampire, even seductively baring her shoulder at one point to make Live do what she wants.

But of course, it’s not all horny antics…we slowly watch Masaki warm up to Live, meanwhile Live come to love Masaki as a person, going into a depression whenever she and Masaki are separated for a while, only to be all blushes and on her way to confessing when she gets a phone call before Masaki cuts her off. Masaki helps Live and the other vampires come together, and the vampires help Masaki out of her creative breakdown in return.

And Masaki really is going through it, getting so much criticism from and hate from the internet she doesn’t feel she can show her face again. She did do the bad thing, but it’s hard to not feel sorry for her when all the criticism beats her down, and the show subtly gets across that the performative internet outrage accomplishes nothing but being detrimental to the target’s mental health (and how often the target is not an evil irredeemable person). It’s great that Masaki is by no means the “perfect” victim, but the show still invites you to empathize with her. The way the comments are represented as swirling around her head wherever she goes, forming a cloud of smog she can barely see through—it really captures what that's like, as someone who's also been bogged down by internet drama

But the show also doesn’t group in all the negative criticism as vile bullying either, showing how some people can think their comments aren’t that serious, and think of it as regular criticism or playful ribbing that's tone gets lost over the internet…the show seems to understand internet (or at least YouTube) culture a lot better than a lot of anime do, showcasing the way it brings out creativity and comradery and also the way it can make you forget the joy of creating in your desire to please the fickle masses, and the way net users can twist and misconstrue things.

I thought the finale was very strong, but I’ll admit a tiny part of me was hoping for romantic catharsis between Live and Masaki or at least something more explicit and charged than what came before, and yeah, I didn’t get that. But I fully expected not to get that, as the many hits I’ve taken over the years as a yuri soldier have toughened me into the cynical woman I am today. Aaaand the show makes it pretty obvious they’re trying to leave room for a sequel, so that softens the disappointment a bit. I’ll also admit I was a little disappointed some angsty backstory that was teased ended up…not amounting to much, to put it in a non-spoilery way. I think the direction the show chose to go in for the finale was for the best and perfectly fitting for the story it was telling, especially considering the time constraints, but man, I am a sucker for some angsty gay backstory so I couldn’t help imagining could-have-beens.

However, it was a great series all the way through, and I’d love to get that sequel, even if I’m not holding my breath for all my yuri dreams to come true. It’s a solid, funny, well-animated good time with some messy, relatable adult women, many of whom are incompetent gay vampires, and honestly, it doesn’t get much better than that.

Shy Season 2

The second season of Shy was a disappointment. While the first (review here) was a little rough around the edges at times but had a lot of charm and a strong emotional arc, this season’s conflict was extremely repetitive and dragged out. The show is suddenly about ninja family drama, which would have been fine if the ninja characters added something new to the mix, but they really don’t. Fights go on and on with the same sentiments repeated over and over again by multiple characters. The comedy sometimes feels awkward when the next minute the show tries to get you to take the goofy villains seriously. The show has a big cheesy save-this-person-with-the-power-of-friendship anime finale…only to suddenly decide next episode “whoops they weren’t saved after all that was all for nothing tragedy time now” YOU CANNOT HAVE IT BOTH WAYS SHOW, it isn’t a tragic twist, it just feels like you wasted our time.

The anime’s strained resources are really showing this season too- it held together reasonably well in the first season despite being a clearly modest production, but is more and more off-model throughout this season, with a lot more obvious shortcuts.

It’s such a shame, because Shy was a female superhero show with so much potential and endearing characters and huge yuri undertones, so I wanted it to do well. There are still moments of charm, but if the writing stays this level, not even a hero can save it.

[yourmamakira]

"Anger management"

c.shuantaro

"Chishiya is very chill, very relaxed, and very quiet, but his girlfriend...not so much. She has horrible anger issues and can't help it that she wants to fight everyone. Even if she's not strong enough. And it just so happens that the calmest person in the world is the only person who can calm her down." She/her/herself/"reader"

Notes: this takes place on the beach, fluff, angst if you squint, slight oc chishiya, guns, violence, harassment, blood,

They had spent nearly a month in the other world, and a week on the beach. In other words, they had been there for too dam long.

Despite being extremely smart and agile, reader at times were a steaming hot teapot constantly on the edge of boiling over, and unlucky for those around her, a lot of things set her off.

She was always stuck with two people, two people whose main goal was to keep her on a tight leash like a reactive dog at a dog park. And truth be told she was very dangerous to those around her. Not only was the girl insanely aggressive, but she was also smart, and quick. Only a few people know of what she was before she came into the other world. But those who don't know could only assume she was some kind of trickster god.

She and Kuina had just got back from a spades game —her specialty— and just nearly finished with less than a handful of bruises, the most noticeable one was on her right leg. A massive Gash from a lion's claws poorly covered in a wrap, it dripped a small trail behind her as she winced with each step.

A gash which caused her to walk with a weakening limp. Now what may not seem like a big deal to others, to a few, was just that indeed. Because it meant the wild wolf was hindered, her normal energy lacked visible volume. And her other stronger willed and long tempered Bodyguard was nowhere to be seen.

This would likely be the only opportunity to have the upper hand her enemies would love to have. And they took it. 

The pair of tired girls made their way through the crowd by the pool. One would think the party would ease up but it did just the opposite as the night continued. The beach was never really quiet. People of all ages come together to celebrate not losing their lives and coming one step closer to leaving this world.

Well, she thought it was all a load of bullshit. These people thought Hatter was doing this for them, when in reality only the higher-ups would make it out. Which is exactly why Her, Chishiya, and Kuina would climb the status quo to come one step closer to leaving this world faster than anyone else.

Of course, she had many thoughts of the card idea not working, but it was the only shot they had and she would take that shot in the dark to get what she wanted.

The two of you coordinated your way through the sweaty crowd, you yelling at everybody who dared to bump into you accidentally. 

Your leg pain didn't ease up and it made you walk a little funny with each step you took. You hadn't seen your lover anywhere, but knowing him he was probably out causing chaos, and that thought of that made you smirk.

Just when you thought that your wounds would be the only pain in the ass, one of the least desirable people in the this world decided to step infront of your path intentionally blocking your way.

You gritted your teeth at his mischievous smile and glared dealthy at the dark haired man.

"Get the fuck out of my way Niragi."

He chuckled as he stepped closer, you made no attempt to move. This trix didn't scare you, but Kuina however stepped closer behind you in fear, knowing that if anything was to happen, you would protect her with your life.

"Awl, still as hostile as ever little wolf? How about I show you a good time in the bed to ease up all that pent up anger"

He licked his lips suductivly, his tounge reached out to nearly lick the top of your nose. You emitted a sound from your chest that almost imitated a growl. Clear anger rising to your face.

"I will fucking kill you if you don't back the fuck up"

Niragi's smile dropped and he clutched his gun harder. You didn't give a dam about that fire arm, everyone knew getting shot was the least of your worries. And so did Niragi.

He chuckled darkly, "what did you just say to me, bitch?"

This set you off, you got closer to him and he flinched. You first spoke in a whisper before yelling and your voice rang though the entire beach.

"I said BACK THE FUCK UP BEFORE I KILL YOU!" Your voice boomed, the voices around you got quiet but you didn't care. Everyone watched intently as the two wild bulls went head to head once again, wanting to see what would happen this time like some cheap reality television.

Just as you were about to get physical, Two more voices entered the conversation,

The beach members split clear a path as Hatter and his crew came waltzing in, and just at the same time, Chishiya appeared out of thin air and stood directly beside you. But your eyes were locked on your rivals. –If you could even call him that.–

If looks could kill, Niragi would suffer a great horrendous death.

Hatter smiled as he took off his glasses, he looked between The two of us before laughing that obnoxious laugh.

"You two fighting again? What's the problem this time? Huh?" He spoke humorously, you and Niragi hated eachothers guts, you Two couldn't be in the same room without trying to rip eachothers heads off. Like two infant babies who didn't get along at the play ground.

Chishiya Smiled Dryly as he looked between the two of you as well. "Yes, what is the problem?"

Niragi took his gaze away from you to look at your boyfriend in disgust. "You better get your slut in check Chishiya, she's wild again."

This made you jump at him and he flinched back, both Kuina and Chishiya took your arms in hold and held you back as you screamed.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SLUT YOU BITCH—DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?" You continued to yell at Niragi without restraint, you spewed insults and threats, all of which you meant, even hatter got a little scared at your words.

Just a you were about to continue, both hatter and Chishya stepped in between the both of you.

Hatter looked at Niargi with a wide smirk, "now Niragi, you know not to mess with Yasei no ōkami, no offense but she would smoke you! How about you two just go to your rooms and cool off. Huh?"

Yasei no ōkami (野生���狼): "Wild Wolf"

Chishiya grabbed your arm and pulled your ear to his mouth, he whispered something and your face dropped while instantly becoming hot. You huffed and crossed your arms immediately calming down.

Whispers filled the silence around the group of you, everyone wondering what he had said, and how he had managed to calm you down every time without fail.

Hatter pushed Niragi the opposite direction of you and he gave you a face as him and his goons walked off. Hatter turned back to you, Chishiya and Kuina before speaking,

"And you Three musketeers, should go on too. Rest on for a long day tomorrow, well the two of you at least." He looks down at your injured leg then back at your face

"Looks like your hurt, let Ann take a look at that before going back to your room, okay? Don't need you dying on us" he laughed obnoxiously at his last statement.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed while looking away. You wanted to so badly talk your shit. But you didn't want to considering what Chishiya had said to you a few minutes ago.

Kuina exchanged a few words with hatter before she grabbed your arm and began to pull you away from the Militants before your fuse blew again.

She was about to speak before Tata came up to your group and interrupted her.

He nodded at the three of you before speaking, "Y/N, Chishiya, Kuina, I need one of your help with somthing I'm working on. I would ask someone else but..."

He trailed off and Kuina Picked up for him, "but everyone's either Drunk, High off thier mind or Trying to repopulate the new world. I'll help you Tata."

Tata smiled and the two of them went off together, you rolled your eyes and began linmping away from where you were told to go.

Chishiya stood there with a raised eyebrow,

"Where are you going?"

You spun around to face him, "away. I don't need help. It'll heal on its own."

Chishiya walked up to you and started to pull you in the direction of Ann before you ripped your arm away from him.

"I'm not going to Ann."

You spoke harshly. Only a few people knew of your fear of the doctors, —which was ironic considering what your lover did for a living— but you managed fine avoiding it before.

But little did you know how bad you needed one, and your Boyfriend wouldn't let you succumb to your infections like you would allow yourself to. So he grabbed your arm and began pulled you to Ann.

You fought him back, very adamant on your fear. But he still prosisted, and he was just a bit stronger than you.

"I said— No!—"

He gripped your arm tighter before looking back you with this glint in his eye that even scared you. No matter how hard you tried to not be, you trusted your boyfriend with you life. And if he's pressuring you to go. Then you need to go.

You huffed and let him pull you to Ann's Make shift med room. But his grip on your arm didn't loosen. Instead, he grabbed your hand and gripped it tightly knowing dam well if given the chance you would bolt. Then he wouldn't be able to catch you.

You bit your lip harder and harder with every inch you got closer to Ann's. Even if it wasn't a real hospital it still has hospital things in it. It still had a hospital vibe.

You gripped your boyfriends hand tighter and he looked back you with his same expression. To others it was just blunt. But to you, you always had a way of telling it meant you were safe with him.

As you walked into the med room the smell of alcohol and blood flew into your nostrils. Your eyes widened as you became stiff at the door way.

Horrible memories began flooding back to you at a rapid pace. You felt as if your heart were stopping and your lungs became full with a familiar feeling of water.

You were reliving your childhood all over again. And you wanted to throw up and die on the spot.

The walls were closing in and your vison was blurry. Everything was spinning as you quickly became dizzy—

"Y/N."

A voice snapped you out of your pounding head. You looked up with tears in your eye and were met with the gaze of Chishiya.

You hauled up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist and let your tears fall on to his shoulder.

If anyone seen the mighty Wolf in this state they wouldn't know what to do.

Good thing it was just the love of your life.

You lifted your head up and wiped your tears. No words had to be exchanged.

You looked down at your feet and sniffed as you looked back over to the table full of supplies, you took one more look at your boyfriend before you deeply sighed and walked into the room with clenched fists.

You couldn't register what Ann was saying but it was something along the lines of "leg" "limp" "bad" "infection".

You couldn't bother to listen any further as you squeezed your boyfriend's hand so tight you thought his fingers would pop off.

The visit was over faster than you thought, but you had been distracted the whole time so it could have been hours.

You walked out of the room with a wrapped up leg and tear stained cheeks, you sighed as you looked down at your leg.

You were glad you had no more games for a while now, so at least you leg had time to heal.

As you were once again lost in thought the sound of Chishiya's voice Made you look up.

"So, now that we're done, I think it's time for my promise to come true, don't you think?"

Your face heated up as you looked down to your leg then back up to the platinum blonde man,

"But my leg—" he cut you off as he walks closer, "we, can work around it."

You gulped as you took his hand and the two of you made your way to your shared room.

If we can get anything from this night, just know, you'll be knocked out in a few hours. Forgetting all about the hospital and your hurt leg..

Well here it is, finally. Way way longer than intended, and took way longer then it should have, nobody asked for this to began with. But if you see this and like it, please support me. This took like 4 months to finish for no reason, love you all. And sorry it's mostly reader again, I just love writing from their prospective.

More Chishiya coming soon tho, love you all!

[atlabeth]

now that the dust has cleared from the chaos for me irl, i want to officially thank you all for 3000 followers!! because wow. where do i even start?

this isn't a milestone i thought i would ever reach. i made this blog during my junior year of high school when i was bored as hell in online school, not knowing what would come of it, and honestly not expecting anyone to read anything i’ve written. i exclusively wrote avatar fics (kind of embarrassing that a series i started at the beginning of my blog still isnt finished huh?) because it was what i had been watching most recently. i started to gain some recognition, made some friends, and slowly but surely i carved out my little corner of the internet. and now, 3 years, 3000 followers, and almost 500,000 words later, i’m going into my junior year of college with some of the best online friends a girl could ask for (shoutout to my day 1 @simplysolo for still being around and still being the best ever, and shoutout to all my other tumblr friends that have deactivated over the years</3 i miss you guys) a whole array of fandoms that i’ve dabbled in, and a newly discovered thing for middle aged men. cool 

i truly cannot thank you all enough. i’ve always been a writer, but this blog has given me a sorely needed creative outlet and made me more confident in my writing skills than ever. at the end of the day i’m just writing silly little x reader fics, but i’ve truly had so much fun doing it! every single fictional man im in love with is also in love with me isn’t that crazy!!!

a special, extended shoutout to the loveliest mutuals i’ve picked up over the years. i wouldn’t be half the writer i am and i wouldn’t have half as much fun on here without you all. @simplysolo for being around since the beginning and truly being the greatest person on this app, i love you intensely, @sokkadora for being another one of my ogs (we dont talk anymore but i see you every so often on my dash and you’re doing great!!) @mcallmestiles for being one of the first avatar fics i ever read, traitor encouraged me to be a better writer and i hope you’re doing well with your medical career!! @tangledinlove for being my most famous mutual, the kindest person in the world, and being brought together through the power of lockwood, @giyuji and @milkiane who are both inactive but who i have to tag because i love them and i hope they’re doing well; naomi you got me into the grishaverse and liane we were in the trenches of the stranger things revival together, @boneblushed for dealing with so much but still being phenomenal and lovely in every way, @tommymcartney for being so sweet all the time, my biggest cheerleader and encouraging my insanity in every fandom ive been a part of, @nghtwngs for being the only person who loses it over nikolai lantsov as much as i do, to all my new/more recent mutuals @hotchfiles @ma1dita @moowithmidnight @emiliehornby @supercutszns i can't wait to get to know or keep getting to know you!!! you're all so lovely!!! and all the mutuals i don’t talk to as much as i should, i love you all and cherish you in my heart regardless of if we talk every day or have never said a single word to each other!! i don’t want to tag you all because i don’t want to bother you, but if you’re looking at this and thinking am i talking about you, i am. i love you. it takes a village and im so lucky to have you all as mine 

i can’t believe it’s been 3 years, i can’t believe i’m halfway done with college, and i can’t believe we hit 3,000. truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for reading my fics and letting me be some small part of your lives. i can’t wait to write more for you all. keep a lookout for my 3k celebration post! 

[10byten]

❄️ Jeong Christmas Eve ❄️

Summary : your boyfriend is trying to convince you to come with him at this christmas family diner. He bought you a special gift for this occasion.

Genre/Warnings : romance, established relationship, Jaehyun is like totally crazy about you, smut (masturbation), some praising words for his "good girl".

Words : 2.5k

Dating someone from a completely different culture can be tricky, especially when it comes to family. And with Koreans? Yeah, that can be a whole other level of drama. You’ve been with your boyfriend, Jaehyun, for years now, and his family? Let’s just say they’ve made it very clear they’re not your biggest fans. Family gatherings are always tense—like they lowkey wish you’d just disappear. But Jaehyun? He doesn’t care. He’s head-over-heels obsessed with you and insists on bringing you along every time.

This Christmas is no different. He’s dead set on you joining him for the family dinner.

“Jae, babe, come on. It’s just gonna be awkward for everyone. Seriously, just go hang with your family. We’ll be back to our normal chaos in two days anyway,” you say, trying to reason with him.

“But it won’t feel the same if you’re not there.” He’s already pouting, leaning against the table. “You know I’m not backing down on this. You’re the most important part of my life now. I don’t care if they like it or not—they’ll just have to deal.”

You sigh, giving him a side-eye with a smirk. “Why is this even a thing? We’re doing our Christmas tonight, and you’ve already spoiled me with presents. I don’t need to be there.”

Jaehyun smirks back and leans closer, flicking a strand of your hair with his fingers. His voice drops to that low, teasing tone that always gets you.

“Oh, but the gift I’m giving you tonight?” he says, his lips brushing your ear. “It’s gonna change this whole trip.”

You know exactly what that tone means. When Jaehyun gets like this, it’s always about one thing. Your curiosity is piqued, though—what could he possibly have planned? Especially something spicy while surrounded by his disapproving family. Knowing Jae, it could be anything.

When it comes to physical stuff, you and Jae are absolutely unhinged. PDA? That’s your middle name. Whether you’re out at dinner, walking the streets, or literally anywhere, Jae has no problem pulling you into his lap or pinning you against a wall for a long, heated kiss. And behind closed doors? Well, let’s just say “closed doors” don’t even matter half the time.

You’ve hooked up in public more times than you can count—movie theaters, fancy restaurant bathrooms, his car, even at a pool once. There was that one time in the bathroom of an apartment you were supposed to be touring while the real estate agent was just outside. You and Jae have this fire that never dies down. Why hold back when the only thing stopping you is, well, nothing?

The way he looks at you, the way he wants you all the time—it’s addictive. He loves making it obvious you’re his, and you love it just as much. Every touch, every kiss, every heated moment is just... perfect. Watching you lose yourself to him? That’s his favorite thing in the world.

You raise an eyebrow at him, still unsure what he’s scheming. “So, is this gift for me... or for you?”

He grins. “Both. Trust me, you’ll love it. And I’ll love seeing you use it.”

You narrow your eyes, pretending to be suspicious, but you’re already intrigued. “Okay, but you don’t seriously expect us to fuck in your parents’ house? They barely tolerate me as it is.”

Jae laughs, standing up and walking away from the table. Your glass of wine is still in your hand as you watch him grab something from his bag. He comes back with a neatly wrapped gift in shiny red paper.

“It’s not exactly that,” he says, handing it to you with that mischievous grin you know all too well.

When you open it, you discover a small vibrator with a connected remote control. Jae knows perfectly well that you're a clitoral girl and didn't hesitate for a moment when he saw this while browsing on a specialized site. He's been talking about buying you gods so you can send him videos of you having fun when he's away on business.

“My princess should never be left wanting,” Jaehyun says, his voice low and teasing. “The fact that you use these instead of your fingers when I’m not around? It’s like I’m still taking care of you, even from a distance. It’s my way of... participating.”

You bite your lip, already smiling. “You’re actually amazing, you know that?” you reply, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Thank you.” But as the words leave your mouth, you pull back, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, but what does any of this have to do with your family? Jae, don’t tell me you’re expecting me to use this there.”

Jaehyun doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leans in again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s hot, urgent, and laced with so much desire that you barely notice when he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away.

“Of course not, my love,” he says, his grin anything but innocent. “I don’t want you to use it. I want you to wear it during dinner. I’ll have the remote. You’ll stay focused, keeping your cool, trying not to let anything slip... and I’ll make sure you’re so into it, you won’t even realize the time passing. Trust me—it’ll be the best Christmas dinner of your life. Literally.”

You stare at him, absolutely dumbfounded. Like, you know Jae is different. He’s the most exciting person you’ve ever been with—not just because of how insanely good-looking he is (because, duh, he’s Jaehyun), but because of the way his mind works. He’s always pushing your boundaries, pulling you deeper into this wild, exhilarating world that the two of you have created together. And honestly? You’d do anything for him. Anything.

But this? With his family?

Your mind races. Is this just another level of his obsession with you? Like, is his desire for you so overwhelming that he’s willing to risk crossing a line with his own parents? Or is this some kind of long-buried fantasy he’s been dying to play out? You can’t help but wonder what’s really driving him.

“I’m so crazy about you,” he says finally, his voice dropping an octave, eyes locked on yours. “I want them to know that when it comes to you, I have no limits. Not even theirs. I'd fuck you on the table in the middle of my mother's and aunt's dishes if it would make them understand that you're the woman of my life and I don't give a damn about their opinions."

That pretty much answers the question swirling in your head. You stare at him, like really stare, amazed at how the two of you never seem to run out of this insane, all-consuming hunger for each other. It’s intense. Every. Single. Time.

“Okay,” you say, your voice soft but firm. “Do whatever you want with me. You know I’d do anything for you.”

His eyes light up instantly, and the smirk that spreads across his face? Yeah, that’s pure smugness. He looks so damn proud of himself.

“Knew I’d get you to say yes,” he says, leaning in a little closer. His voice drops, lower now, smoother. “I knew my sweet girl wouldn’t ever say no to me. You’re not the type to refuse your daddy anything... or mess up my plans, are you?”

He slowly slides his fingers down your throat and squeezes gently, pulling on them forcing you to tilt your head. He positions himself just above your face and his gaze darkens.

"I know you're already getting wet for me, I know you're already desperate for me to fuck your needy lil pussy. I know hearing me tell you how much I want you and love you makes you completely horny. Open your mouth my love and get your due.

You answer with a simple look filled with tears of suffocation, your eyes crying out with love and longing. At this moment, you want nothing more in the world than for him to destroy you as only he knows how. You know exactly what Jae is going to do and you can't wait. You open your mouth slowly and stick out your tongue slightly. He smiles, as if to tell you that you're the most perfect thing in the world, and spits into your mouth.

"Swallow."

You do exactly as you're told the second his grip eases on your throat.

His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you up into a kiss. You let out a soft moan, completely lost in him. The way you burn for this man—he’ll never fully get how crazy he makes you.

His other hand moves down your body to your bottom, which he grabs firmly. You want more and you know he does too, because you can feel the big guy in his tracksuit touching your lower abdomen. He lifts you in his arms to lay you on the floor of his living room.

"Just show me one last time how well you know how to use your fingers before you only use your new toy."

He stands up and sits on his knees in front of you, holding your legs spread around his thighs. You look like a soul that's lost to his master. You're totally under his spell. You slide your hand down your dress and lift it up. You're about to take off your tanga when he stops you. "No, put your hand into your panties. I want to see you do it like it's your first time." You blush and nod in agreement. You let your fingers slip into your panties and start to stroke your clitoris, which is already slippery with all the wetness Jae has been provoking in you for several minutes. You let out a little cry as your finger touches your pussy. Jae bit his lips and pulled down his jogging bottoms, grabbing his cock and stroking it up and down.

"Since I've been with you I've only jerked off when I'm away from you. Even when you're not sleeping with me, I prefer to wait until I'm with you to relieve my urges, because you're the only object of my desires, I can't watch porn anymore, I'm obsessed with your body, I can't stop thinking about you. But to jerk off while watching you touch yourself like two teenagers discovering each other's bodies, my God, I've never experienced such an erotic moment. Every time I think you can't make me lose my mind any more, but you're the most sexual being I've ever met, Y/n your body was created for love, to be the object of desire and devotion".

You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head away, a desperate little moan slipping out—like you're trying to escape his words, but they’ve already wrapped around your mind and set it on fire. He strokes your thigh and carries on jerking off, watching your panties darken as they come into contact with your arousal.

You know he’s obsessed, his eyes glued to your body, tracing every curve, every shift of your panties as they follow your movements like a magnet he can’t resist.

He knows you're starting to build up power and wants to make both your pleasures last. He leans over and kisses your cleavage, then whispers, "Put a finger in yourself. I want to see you penetrate." You stop and let out a little whimper. You know Jae is trying to slow you down. He knows you like penetration, but that you cum faster through your clit. You make a pouty face, and he responds with a cheeky grin. "Do as you're told and you'll get what you want, sweetie." His words send you back into a state of bliss. You really want to please him, and you clench your vagina around your fingers every time you move. He lets out a grunt at the sight of your expression and your thighs tightening around him. He knows you're enjoying yourself, and that's what gives him the most pleasure. "My girl can take her fingers out of her pussy and go back to fingering herself the way she likes it." He keeps jerking off and takes hold of your hip, squeezing it between his fingers.

"You're so good my love, you're so beautiful I'm the luckiest man with such a precious flower as you in my hands". You look at him and a tear falls, a mixture of pleasure and sensitivity at hearing his words.

How did you end up meeting someone who's so in love with you? He's your essence. You arch your back and your chest rises quickly, and Jae knows that this means you're about to reach climax. "Go ahead, my love. Cum for me. I know you enjoy this." He quickens the pace and ejaculates almost immediately, grunting softly and moaning your name as he squirts onto your inner thighs, close to your vagina. You feel his hot semen splash over your body and drip down your thigh towards your pussy, which you're still touching. He looks at you, his eyes crinkled with tiredness and satisfaction, his forehead wet and his cheeks rosy, with a slight smile on his lips. He looks like a teenager who's just had a satisfying experience, gazing at you with eyes full of admiration and love. And then he whispers, "I love you," followed by an orgasm that takes your breath away and makes you moan louder than ever. You scream Jae's name in a last breath. And then you take your hand away from your soaked panties and put it on your chest, where you're still breathing heavily. Jae leans over you and kisses your pussy, then licks your panties. He looks at you and says, "I want to feel you on my tongue for a while." You let out a little cry when he touches his tongue to your swollen clitoris. Then he comes up and takes you in his arms. You turn to face him and kiss him. "I love you too," you say.

He smiles, "enough to wear any accessory to my family dinner".

"Yes, enough to wear any of your craziness to a dinner party with your family," you burst out laughing.

"So was it a pendant?"

"No, it was a little bit, because I know that imagining what's going to happen tomorrow was way too exciting for you, as it was for me, the first vibration would have automatically sent you to heaven, if we had to contain ourselves until then, I would have gone crazy on the doorstep," he said, laughing too.

"Also because I know my neighbour is smoking in his window and I caught him looking at you the last time you were walking around in your underwear, I want him to know that you're absolutely not available".

You straddle him and kiss him wildly.

"If that's what it was all about, you should have fucked me against the window to get the message clear".

He looks at you, a gleam of fascination in his eyes, he finds you incredible, he stands up to kiss you again, "that's an idea, yes, I'll think about it".

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Hope you enjoyed it. Was my first shot ! Let me know what u think about it and if you'd like to read a part two.

I probably try another member on next time.