#she means so much to me thank you for giving me this opportunity to ramble about her bc I am so insane about her 🙏🙏🙏

[andro-dino]

Hey bud! I saw you uh… “commenting” (in tags) in my Alice x Knight comic post and I have to say I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT AND THAT YOU ALSO DON’T HATE HER 😭 Sooo I wanted to ask you what’s your entire opinion on Alice? Any thoughts on what she did or why she did it?

Also, unrelated but I like your artstyle 💜

HAHA YEAH HIII…. I’m so normal guys I swear (<- lying). BUT SERIOUSLY IM SO SO GLAD THAT THERE ARE OTHER ALICE FANS BECAUSE SHE GENUINELY DRIVES ME SO NUTS SHE IS SO INTERESTING AND I NEED OTHER PEOPLE TO SEE THAT. Like lemme write you this whole ass essay about her because ohhhhh my godddd I’ve thought about her way too much (also tysm for the compliment I really appreciate it wehee ^^)

So to really appreciate Alice, I feel like you kinda also gotta appreciate that first extra bit that the movie adds because I think it expands on Dog Man and his origins in a really interesting way. The scenes in the early parts in the movie that weren’t in the books touch on an idea that isn’t really ever acknowledged in the books, and that is like, the genuine tragedy of dog man and the fact that knight is effectively dead. I think showing Dog Man having to adjust to his new body and mourning his old life is such a good route to take and it was portrayed in such a genuinely heartbreaking way and I adored it. The thing then with Alice is the fact that we have to acknowledge that she was also grieving, but also consider the other circumstances of the situation. Really, Alice could not have even been been given the CHANCE to grieve properly considering as soon as Dog Man came to be, he was revered as this superhero and praised and adored by basically everyone for being “the ultimate cop” because of his half and half nature, so how in the hell was Alice meant to process the loss of her boyfriend when this is what happened literally IMMEDIATELY after? And like, I think it’s important to also understand that one of the biggest recurring themes and ideas in dog man is grief and how people respond to grief and hardship and the fact that people don’t always deal with difficult things in good ways. It’s easy to hate alice for the whole immediately getting a new boyfriend and dog thing, but really I think this was so clearly her way of coping with the situation, and obviously it is not a good way of coping, but again, how can you expect her to cope properly given all of the circumstances of the situation? If everyone is immediately gonna move on from the loss of knight and act like nothing happened, why wouldn’t she feel the need to immediately move on? And the fact that she doesn’t stick around for Dog Man, although upsetting, is again, completely understandable given the circumstances. Like, yeah man, I think if my dog’s head got sewn onto my dead boyfriend's body, I also would not want to stick around to see that extremely horrific reminder of the immense tragedy and loss I literally just suffered. And obviously Dog Man is more than that, I’m not arguing otherwise, but considering him from Alice’s perspective, I cannot blame her for not wanting to be around him. And the really tragic thing about it is the fact that really, the only other person who IS actually actively grieving knight and understands her grief about him is Dog Man, and while he mourns not only knight, but also his old life, he needs and misses alice as well, but I can’t imagine alice being with dog man possibly going well or being beneficial for her right now, ESPECIALLY considering that, again, she was not given the time nor grace to be able to properly process what happened to knight and grieve him. I’ve thought a little bit about a scenario where alice does actually encounter dog man at some point, and it really just cannot end well. It is sad and upsetting and unfair to both of them, but alice has not been given the space and time to work through the loss of her boyfriend, and so she responds and deals with that in a way that is not at all beneficial or constructive for anyone really, but she doesn’t feel that she has much more that she’s really able to do. I think it’s unfair to interpret what alice does as “oh, she never really cared about knight or greg” because there is just so much nuance and tragedy imbued into this whole situation and to expect her to deal with it well or be able to just accept it is doing her such a disservice. I think she should be allowed to deal with a messed up situation in a messed up way because why wouldn’t she in this scenario?

So like, TLDR I think Alice is a realistic character who is put into this extremely unrealistic situation and doesn’t respond to it healthily because she has not been given the opportunity or environment to do so, and I don’t think that should warrant hatred towards her.

She’s a fascinatingly characterized character even if she has literally no screentime outside of flashbacks and I think more people should open their minds to the complexities of her character because she is so so interesting. It IS sad and it IS upsetting what she does and dog man needs support in his time of need and mourning, but so does she, and the lack thereof makes her make bad decisions to cope in whatever way she can, even if it is not a good way.

[rafesbabyg1rl]

You were asking for reqs for rafe x reader, if you are taking them, I have one in mind. In which rafe is extremely possesive of bsf reader, and gets easily jealous. One day she was at a kook party, and a guy approached her and they started to talk and that sh*t went down, rafe got aggressive and almost beat the guy to a pulp. Reader is like a shy cute innocent, bimbo type. And smut after the scene if you write it.

Summary: Innocent!reader X possessive!Rafe, bestfriend!reader X bestfriend!Rafe. Summary is basically the anonymous ask!

Warnings: Rafe is possessive of reader. Established friendship. Rafe almost beats a guy to death. Mentions of drugs (no actual drug use), alcohol consumption. Lots of smut; p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, SLIGHT degradation (some praise too). The classic 'what are we' at the end. The L word.

Word Count: 6.1k

Author Note: Hello Beauties! Thank you for the support and kindness you've all shown me. And thank you for this ask, I really enjoyed writing it. I hope I did your idea justice. Sorry that this is a bit long, it just sort of happened. Also, I hope you all enjoyed the holiday yesterday, well those that celebrate. I'm hoping to finish part four of The Watcher soon so I can get it out, life has just been so exhausting. Anyways, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I love you all, thank you so much!! Stay freaky y'all.

Your best friend, Rafe, had asked you to go to a party with him. Well, more like he had told you to go. Although it’s not like you’d ever miss the opportunity to party with your best friend. So, here you are; walking around the side of Topper’s house, looking for Rafe. You two didn’t come together, he got here before you. He knows you don’t love being around his ‘friends’ and their various illegal substances, even though he says he’s clean, he likes to have time with them before you get there. 

You round a corner, now entering the Thorton’s backyard. You look for Rafe as you work your way through the loud and busy crowd. You hear a friend call your name, you turn your head to her, and she waves you over. You approach her and a few others with a smile. You greet them.

The other girls chat amongst themselves as your friend speaks up, shouting over the music. “Hey!” She’s over enthusiastic per regular, probably a bit drunk too.

“Hey!” You shout back. 

She begins, “Oh my god! I have to tell you something. Guess who I saw—”. Usually, you’d want to hear all the gossip she’s about to ramble to you, but not right now. “Do you know where Rafe is?” You shout over her, cutting her off.

“What?” She asks, stepping closer to you so she can hear you.

“Do you know—” You’re suddenly interrupted by some guy standing beside you. You turn to face him.

“Hey.” He says, his tone confident. A cocky grin spreads across his face.

“Hi.” You smile politely, “Do I know you?”. You say hurriedly before turning back to your friend. She looks between you and the guy a few times before facing you and giving you a knowing smirk. You know what that look means and before you can say anything, she walks away. Leaving you alone with him. You roll your eyes at her playfully, although you really are annoyed that she didn’t tell you where Rafe is. 

Slowly, you turn your head back to the guy, flashing him another fake smile. He grins again before speaking, “No…no you don’t.” He pauses, stepping a bit closer to you so he doesn’t have to shout over the music as loud. “I’m Devin.”

Your fake smile is getting awkward, but you don’t know what to say. You don’t care about talking to him right now. “Nice to meet you, Devin. B-but I need to–”

Devin cuts you off, “Let me get you a drink.” 

You laugh shyly, “Oh...I-I’m okay, I actually have to…”

“Let me just get you a drink, it’ll only take a second.” He moves closer to rest his hand on your lower back for a slight moment, to get you to turn toward the drinks. 

Rafe was on the back patio sitting on one of the couches when someone had mentioned to him that they saw you. He went to go and find you, which is when he spotted you laughing with some guy, who moments later put his hand on you. Rafe’s already had a few drinks tonight, so his judgment clouded even more than usual, especially when it comes to you. 

As you walk towards the drinks, Devin’s hand falls and he follows close behind you. 

After a moment, you hear a mix of gasps and ‘ooohh’s’ from everyone. You turn to look behind you where everyone seems to be gathering. You find that Devin isn’t behind you anymore.

Immediately your eyes land on some commotion in the crowd, you squeeze through the ring of people forming around the area. Shit. You run forwards, pausing just before the fight. 

Devin is flat on his back, Rafe straddling him. Rafe has Devin’s shirt clenched in one fist, holding his head off the ground as he repeatedly drives his other fist into Devin’s face. 

“Rafe!” You shout. Keeping your distance, not wanting to get too close while he’s out of control. You’ve seen how he can get. In the years that you two have been friends, you’ve had to calm him down from countless fights, since nobody else can ever seem to do it. But, when nobody else steps in to try and stop the fight, you step closer, knowing something has to be done. “Rafe, stop! Stop it!” You scream. 

Devin’s completely unconscious, his nose is probably broken, but you can’t really tell; his face is a swollen mess of blood and bruises. You can’t stand here and watch anymore, and nobody seems to be listening to your cries for help. Because nobody is stupid enough to get in Rafe’s way while he’s like this. You step behind Rafe, putting your hands on his shoulders. You try to pull him back all the while trying not to get punched.

“Rafe! Look at me! Look at me, Ray!” Rafe turns his head to the side, momentarily stopping his actions, letting Devin’s head rest on the floor. You put a hand up to cup his cheek. Speaking quietly now as you plead to him. “Rafe…c’mon, that’s good, h-he’s had enough…”. Your tears slow, but your breath is still erratic as you look at the unconscious man. 

Rafe turns back to the guy, your hand falling from his face. Rafe pulls Devin’s head up, like he was going to punch him again. Instead, he lets go, letting the boy's head hit the floor. Rafe stands up without a word and grabs you by your wrist, tugging you away. 

Before you know it, you’re being shoved into your best friend's truck. His random mumbles don’t make much sense to you, talking about ‘he got what he deserved…Should’ve fuckin’ killed him…yeah, should’ve fucking killed him for that. Touchin’ what’s mine…’

When you get to Tannyhill, Rafe wastes no time pulling you into his room. You sit on his bed stiffly, waiting silently as he paces the room.

“Rafe?” You call out softly. “You okay? What happened back there? What was that?”

“He touched you.” Rafe states. His tone is low and rough, sending a chill down your spine. Even after all the years you’ve been his best friend, you still never know how to act when he’s like this. 

“Barely. He barely touched me.”

Rafe completely disregards what you say, shaking his head and blowing out a jagged breath as he continues to pace across his room, a bit slower now. “Why was he even talking to you? You were supposed to be with me. I told you to go to the party, not him.” 

You take your chance to get a word in as he spews out angry nonsense. “I was looking for you and he started talking, ‘wanted to get me a drink. I was just being nice; I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t even want to talk to him, I was looking for you, Rafe. I don’t even see why that matters–”.

He pauses, looking over at you. His movements are sharp as he strides over to you. “Don’t see why it matters…?” He repeats your words, more for himself than to you. “It matters because you’re mine.” His words are sharp, definitely directed to you that time.

“Rafe…you almost killed him…because of me? I don’t get it Rafe; I don’t nearly kill all the girls you fuck.” You state.

Rafe lets out a breathy chuckle before speaking. “Still don’t get it, huh?” Rafe laughs. “God you’re so innocent. So naive.” He pauses, stepping closer until he’s standing in front of you, looking down at you as you sit on his bed. “I need you, y/n. I can’t…god, I can’t even fuck anyone else anymore without thinking about you. I can’t let anyone else have you, got that? You understand now?” He asks harshly as he runs a rough hand through your hair. 

You try to swallow the lump in your throat. You look up and nod weakly, causing Rafe to flash a devilish grin. “Yeah?” He asks quietly, his voice coming out low. 

“Yeah…” You mumble back brainlessly, too shocked by your best friend's confession. You had always thought Rafe saw you purely as a friend. Although thinking back, you don’t know how you ever thought that with how he acts, especially lately. 

No time is wasted as Rafe quickly leans down, capturing your lips with his. The first kiss is hesitant, and you don’t kiss back. But when he pulls away to look at you, trying to gauge your emotion, you lean in. Your best friend takes that as a sign to continue. His lips quickly find yours again. When he feels you start to kiss back, he escalates things. Kissing you more roughly now, acting as though he’s a starved man and your lips are his meal.

His hand moves from the back of your head to your throat, lightly squeezing. At first you don’t even realize, too distracted by the feeling of his tongue entering your mouth. But when Rafe squeezes your neck even tighter, you move your hands to reach up and wrap around his wrist in an attempt to pull it away. Your mouth still occupied by his, the kiss is too fucking good to break. It feels like everything you didn’t know you needed. He’s giving you what nobody else could, because only he knows exactly what you need and exactly how to give it to you. Your lack of breath reminds you of your situation and you pull away from the kiss momentarily.

Rafe’s grip loosens as he pulls his head back so he can look into your eyes. “Tell me you want this.” He mumbles breathlessly. 

You search his eyes as you catch your breath. Nodding, you finally speak up. “I want this.” You say definitively.

Not even half a second later, Rafe’s body crashes down onto you, pushing you down so that you’re laying on his bed. Rafe has one arm beside your head, holding himself up as his other remains on your neck. He hovers over you, one knee pressed between your thighs. Rafe leans down, his lips attaching to your neck, kissing and sucking frantically at your skin. He’s been waiting so, so long for this. 

His lips find your ear, softly biting at it before whispering. “Let me take care of you, baby. You want that, hm?”. While waiting for your response, his free hand traces down the side of your body until it reaches the hem of your skirt. He moves his face to the other side of your head, giving some attention to your other ear. “Need your best friend to help you feel good…give you what you need, yeah?” His hand slips under your skirt, slowly gliding up your inner thigh, sending shivers through your whole body.

“Yes–” A moan escapes your lips, interrupting you. Your eyes meet his before you continue. “Please Rafey…need you…”

His lips meet yours at the same time his hand meets your clothed cunt. He kisses you sloppily, exploring every part of your mouth with his tongue. Your hands come up to rest on his chest, your touch sending shocks through him. He rubs you through your panties. He can feel as you grow more needy, the wet spot on your panties getting larger. 

He can’t believe this is actually happening. He’s wanted to do this to you for so long; he’s dreamt of this moment happening in almost every way possible, but this…he never could’ve imagined this feeling. “Fuck…you’re so wet f’me already.”

“Ray…please…” You can’t help but rut your panty-clad cunt against his hand, searching for friction. Usually you’re never this bold, but you’re comfortable with him. You always have been, he is your best friend after all. You just pray that he understands what you need. 

Except Rafe doesn’t respond in the way you had hoped for. No, instead he pulls his hand out from under your skirt, eliciting a whine from you. He presses a genuine, wet kiss against your parted lips before moving down your body. Rafe slides down, kneeling onto the floor in front of the bed. He grabs you by the back of your knees and tugs you down towards him until your ass is at the edge of the bed. Without breaking eye contact, he swiftly removes your skirt. He spreads your legs, making them bend so your heels are on the edge of the bed. Eagerly, he presses wet, sloppy kisses up your inner thighs, his eyes trained up on you.

The sight of him like this between your thighs, doing exactly what you need…it drives you crazy. You lean your head back, letting out a moan as Rafe mouths at your entrance through the fabric your panties.

It’s not long before he’s peeling back your panties as well, sliding them off of you completely. Your legs threaten to close from insecurity, but your best friend is sure to hold them open.

“Fuck…this pussy’s even prettier than I imagined, baby. Soaked…just for me.” Rafe leans in, his mouth hovering just above your core. He silently asks for permission.

Being your best friend, Rafe knows that you’ve never done this before. No guy had ever wanted to date you while Rafe’s your best friend, they could see that you’re his, even if you couldn’t. 

His breath is hot on your bare center, he watches as you squirm and clench around nothing. Eagerly you nod, giving him permission. And within seconds his mouth is on you.

At first, he’s slow; gentle as his eyes continue to meet yours. He licks a warm stripe up your center, briefly pulling back to watch your reaction. Your head falls back, your mouth parted, and eyes closed as you experience this new sensation that your best friend is so generously giving you.

Rafe begins to lick and suck at you. His tongue circles your clit as he looks up, knowing you’d like it. A moan slips past your lips as your hand flies to the back of his head, the other gripping onto the sheets beside you. 

“Nnnghh…f-fuck, Ray…” You whine as his tongue fucks you relentlessly. He only mumbles against you in response, sending vibrations through your core. This felt even better than you had ever thought it would. When you heard people talk about sex, you didn’t think it could actually be this good. Though maybe that just has to do with the fact that Rafe’s your best friend, and he knows exactly what you need.

“Yeah?” One of his hands leaves your leg and moves to grope your tits through your clothes. “You like this, huh? You’re just a slut for your best friend, hm? Letting me have you like this…”

“N-need you…” You mutter, grieving the loss of his tongue on you. He stares at you with a devilish glint in his eyes. 

“I know, baby. I know.” Rafe’s mouth continues to work on you. His tongue gathers some slick from your entrance and brings it up to your clit, circling it with his tongue a few times before repeating the process. 

The feeling in your lower stomach is starting to build. It’s getting hard for you to sit still for him. It’s even harder for you to stay quiet. A plethora of moans escape you as Rafe’s mouth stays busy between your thighs. Your hand holds his head down, your other grips the sheets underneath you. 

“Rafe…please. S’too much, I can’t—” You whine. 

“Ah ah ah…stop running, baby. I got you. I got you.” Rafe’s grip on your thighs tightens, keeping you in place. “God,” He mutters breathlessly. “You taste…you taste so fuckin’ good. Hiding this from me all that time, hm?” He leans back down and continues his ministrations on you.

Your toes start to curl, the band in your stomach threatening to snap. Suddenly he stops and before you get the chance to look down to see why, one of his fingers is prodding at your entrance. “Gotta stretch this pretty little pussy out, yeah? Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You nod, allowing one of his thick, long digits to slowly slide into you. You almost scream when he starts to move it, his mouth working on you at the same time. Rafe adds another finger, now thrusting two in and out of you. 

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna squeeze my cock so good. Jus’ gotta get you used to this, hm? You gonna let your best friend be the first to fuck you?” Rafe asks. You nod in response, agreeing to his words. Rafe’s fingers spread apart inside you, stretching your hole, preparing you for his cock. His tongue pauses again as he looks up at you and correct his previous statement. “The only one to fuck you.” Rafe puts his head back between your thighs, his fingers fucking you mercilessly as his tongue sucks at your bud. 

You nod again, followed by a whine. “F-fuck…Ray. I-I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, baby? Hm?” 

“Mhmm…yes, fuckk–” You respond, your fingers fighting to grasp onto the little hair he has. Your thighs begin to squeeze around him, causing him to pull his head up against the force of your hand on him. 

“Just a little more, baby. You can take it. I know you can. You gonna let me help you finish? You wanna cum?”

“Yes! Yes! Please Rafey…please let me cum.” Your begging makes him chuckle briefly before going back down on you. His tongue moves with precision, working on you with a purpose; to make you cum. 

Without warning, the band in your stomach snaps. You scream out his name as his tongue circles your sensitive bud and his fingers pump in and out of you slowly. Your best friend continues to work you through your first real orgasm. You’ve never felt anything like this. Why the hell did you wait so long to do this with him?

“God…baby. You’re so fuckin’ perfect. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those pretty sounds.” Rafe carefully slides his fingers out of you, making you clench around nothing at the loss of him. He gets up from his knees, standing over you again. Rafe’s face glistens with your slick. His hand moves up to brush your hair back while he brings his free hand up to your mouth. “Open.” He orders. You oblige and he pushes two digits into your mouth. “Taste that? Taste how fuckin’ good you taste?” He pulls his fingers back, immediately moving down to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips. Rafe climbs on top of you, his mouth finding the sweet spot behind your ear. He whispers, “You okay?”

“Mhm…better than okay.” You reassure him. Your legs are still shaking with the aftershock of your orgasm. 

“Good.” He mumbles against your skin. “‘Cause I’m not even close to done with you, baby. We’re just getting started.” He doesn’t wait before he’s pulling off your shirt, kissing down your chest. Soon after, he unclasps your bra with one hand, pulling it off of you and tossing it onto the floor somewhere. 

His lips are vicious, attaching to any and every bit of your skin. His hands gently cup your breasts, his mouth finding and attaching to one of your nipples. His eyes stay trained up on your face, he likes seeing how you react to his touch. He pulls back, straddling your lap. Your hand shoots out to grab the hem of his shirt, trying to tug it upwards. He smirks and quickly does it himself, tossing it aside. He watches you like prey as your eyes skim over his bare chest. 

It’s not like you haven’t seen him shirtless before, you have, many times. But no matter how many times you see him like this, you’ll never get used to it. You’ve never seen him in this way though. It’s different, more intimate. You’ve never shared this kind of intimacy with anybody before. And you’re glad you’re doing it with your best friend, whom you’re comfortable with. 

The low light of his bedside lamps reflecting off of his toned skin, damp with sweat. You let out a slow breath as you take in the sight. “Fuck.” You mutter. 

Rafe leans down, kissing and nipping at your earlobe. He whispers, “Like what you see?” He laughs. 

You nod your head eagerly. “Mhmm…”

“Use your words baby, you’re a big girl, aren’t you?” 

“I…y-yes.” You whine as you wriggle underneath him, trying to squeeze your thighs shut in search of some much-needed friction.

Rafe knows what you need. He knows that you’re ready now; ready to give him everything, let him take your innocence, your virtue. He uses one hand to prop himself up as the other works at his belt. Once you realize what he’s doing, you try to help him out, eagerly unbuckling his belt as he kisses you passionately, like he’s never kissed anyone else before you; like you’re the only girl on this fucking planet. 

Once his belt is off, you work at his pants. He leans up so he can tug them off, throwing them aside with the rest of the discarded clothes. All that’s left between the two of you now is the thin fabric of his boxers. You can feel his hardened form pressing into your leg as he kisses you, practically devouring you. Without thinking about it, you find your hand tugging at the waistband of his boxers. You beg. “Please”, your lips whisper into his ear as he bites at your neck. “Rafey…”

He leans back again, this time getting off of you and standing at the side of the bed and in front of you. You can’t help but touch yourself as Rafe frees himself from the constraint of his boxers. You watch as his hard cock springs up, hitting his stomach when it’s finally freed. He smirks, leaning down to remove your hand from yourself. 

“I got you, baby. I got you. I’ll take care of you.” He mumbles, moving his hand over your core again. His strong fingers circle your clit. Your breath hitches as you watch him touch you, his other hand holding the base of his cock.

“Rafe?” You manage to ask through your cries. 

“Hm? What is it?” Rafe says your name softly, encouraging you to continue. 

“Will it hurt?” You’ve heard that the first time can be uncomfortable. And judging by Rafe’s size, this was going to be more than just uncomfortable. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to back out of the situation, you need this. You need him.

Your best friend’s expression becomes more serious as he looks at you. His hand comes up from your core to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. “It might, baby. It might be a little uncomfortable for a moment, but I’ll do my best to make it feel good, yeah? I’ll go slow. And if you don’t like it I want you to tell me. You’re okay, baby. It’s just me, your best friend. I’m gonna take care of you. M’kay?” You nod in response, his eyes darting between your eyes to get a sense of what you’re thinking. Rafe clicks his tongue. “Ah, ah. Use your words, pretty girl.” His hand reaches out for your chin, tilting your face up towards him. 

“Please Ray…”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me…” The words sound so vulgar coming from your sweet, innocent mouth. He’s never known you to speak this way, but he’s not against it. He pumps his fist over his cock a few times, his head leaning back as he lets out a groan. “Please Rafe…I-I need you in me…”

Your words snap him out of his amazement. “Atta girl.” He replies. You can feel his tip gently rub against your slippery entrance. Your warm juices on his cock feel better than anything he’s ever experienced. You’re like a drug to him. A drug that he can’t get enough of. 

He pulls back before you can get used to the feeling of him. He leans over you, reaching into his dresser drawer. When he moves back over you, you see the shiny square wrapper in his hand.

You place your hands over his as he tries to open the condom. “No…”

His head snaps up at you. “No…? No what?” He asks, confused. “You don’t want to do this?”

“No…Rafe, I-I want this. I just…I want to feel you. No…no condom.” You explain.

“Fuck, y/n. Are you sure?” Rafe’s disbelief and shock is very apparent in his tone. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m on the pill.” You confirm.

“God, how much more perfect can you fuckin’ get?” He chuckles, making you huff out a quick laugh. 

Soon his lips are back on yours as he uses his hand to guide his glistening, pink tip back to your puffy cunt. Slowly, he pushes into you, just so that the very tip of his cock is inside of you. He looks up to your face, pending your reaction. 

“F-fuck…Rafe.” Your hands move to his hips, pushing him further inside. Rafe gives in, pushing another inch into you. “Mnghh, fuck…Rafe.” Rafe settles there for a moment before giving you another inch or two. Each time he moves, he looks to make sure you’re still enjoying it, giving you a minute to adjust each time. When he finally bottoms out, you feel so…full. The pain is there, but it doesn’t last long, fading into a light discomfort as your soft walls mold to his shape. You involuntarily squeeze around him.

“Shiiiitt, baby…Squeezin’ me so tight.” He pauses to kiss you, his lips soon finding that soft spot behind your ear that makes you shiver. “M’gonna move now, alright?”

“Mhm…please…” You whine. You hook your arms under his, bringing your palms up to grip onto his back. Rafe continues to kiss all over your neck and chest as he slowly pulls out of you, until only the tip is left inside. Without warning, he pushes into you a bit quicker this time, with a bit more force than before. But you’re not complaining. You cry his name out, your nails digging into his shoulders. He begins to move at a slow, steady pace as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. “F-fuck…” You yelp, gripping onto him even harder.

“Fuck, baby…your nails, they hurt.” He mumbles amusedly into your ear as he nips at it. Immediately your grip loosens. You feel terrible but can’t manage to muster up an apology since you can’t think clearly with how his cock is repeatedly kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

“Faster.” You beg, pressing your forehead into his arm. He listens cautiously, carefully picking up the face. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. The new position allows him to hit an even deeper spot inside of you. When his digits start to circle your clit you almost let out a scream, making him chuckle. 

“Such a fuckin’ whore for me, hm?” He laughs as he fucks you senseless.

“Fuck…Rafey, no, I…I can’t. Can’t take it.” You moan, throwing your head back as your eyes squeeze shut. 

“You can and you will.” He speaks emotionlessly, overtaken by pleasure. Rafe’s hand moves from you clit up to your throat again, he applies a bit of pressure. Your hands leave his back and wrap around his wrist. Your eyes stay shut as your face contorts into that of pure bliss. His thumb slides into your mouth and you suck and bite at it, trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming feeling of him fucking you. You don’t see how you can ever stop; this feeling is…unlike anything else you’ve felt before. “You got this baby. M’almost there. You can let go, baby. Just let go f’me.”

Sooner than later you feel the newly familiar feeling of pressure building in your lower stomach. When it snaps, your body tenses up, a wave of moans escape your mouth as the band snaps and pleasure washes over you. Rafe continues to fuck you slowly, his movements becoming more sporadic than strategic.

“Fuck, where do you want it?”

“My pussy, please Rafey…fill me up?” You ask, eyes wide with tears as you look up at him. “Please?”

“Shit, you sure?” Rafe groans, barely able to hold on any longer.

“Y-yes...I’m sure.” Only seconds later you can feel his warm seed spurting out inside of you. Your gummy walls soaking him in as they squeeze around him, milking him for all that he’s got.

“Fuckk y/n. Do that again.” As he thrusts into you without any specific rhythm, you obey his words, squeezing tightly around his length again. Rafe lets out a guttural moan, tossing his head back for a moment before looking at you again, watching how well you take him, as if you were made for him. The way he fills you up you is like pieces of a puzzle, just meant for one another. “Shiiitt…you’re so fucking tight. Squeezin’ ‘round your best friends cock so good.”

After you’re both worked through your orgasms, he pulls out of you. You groan at the loss of him, feeling a big opening left where he had been. Rafe leans down to press a deep, meaningful kiss to your lips. He pulls back, wiping your hair and sweat from your face with a proud smile.

“God, baby. You did so good, so fucking good. That’s a good girl. My girl, yeah?” He leans down again, pressing a kiss to your neck. Rafe whispers in your ear. “m’so proud.” Before pulling away completely, he presses a kiss to each of your cheeks, your nose, and one final kiss to your forehead. 

You turn on your side to face him as he lay on the bed beside you. “Rafe…” Your voice shows your exhaustion, but also your hesitancy.

He turns on his side to face you as well, propping his head up against his hand. “Hm?” He says with a smile. He can’t help it, it’s impossible for him to see you and not smile after what you just did. 

You flop back down onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. It’s too hard to say this while looking at his beautiful smile. “That was…” 

“Incredible?” He interrupts, his fingers lightly tracing up and down your arm. 

“What was that?” You blurt out, scared that if you don’t say it now then you never will.

Rafe’s smile fades quickly, he props himself up on his elbows, staring down at you with furrowed brows. “Woah woah, woah. Hey. What? What d’you mean?”

You give a light shrug, his fingers no longer moving over your skin. You avoid looking at his pretty eyes. “I mean like…what happens now?”

He sighs, laying back down next to you, looking up at the ceiling. “Well, you’re my girl now, yeah? I thought that was obvious.” 

“Your girl? The Rafe Cameron I know doesn’t do girlfriends.” You say lightly.

“That’s because I never wanted one. I never…needed one, I’ve got you.”

“So…we’re friends?” You ask, attempting and failing at trying to hide your emotions.

“We are, aren’t we?” Rafe responds, not knowing what his words imply or how they’ll make you feel.

“Yeah…yea we’re friends.” You say dryly. 

He turns his head to face you. “Hey. Y/N. What’s wrong? Hey…hey, talk to me.”

“Nothing, Rafe. I’m fine.”

“Jesus, no you’re not. C‘mon baby, what is it?”

“Nothing!” You snap. You’re angry about your own reaction, feeling stupid once the words leave your mouth. Grabbing the sheets, you cover yourself up.

“Did I do something? What’d I do?” Asks Rafe, making you feel worse about yourself. It’s not his fault you feel like this. “Is it what we did? Look, I’m sorry if—“

You cut him off, not being able to listen to him blame himself. “I just…I don’t think friends do what we just did.”

“Jesus, y/n. Look…” He trails off, cursing himself. “Do you not wanna be my girl or something? ‘Cause I can—“

“No, Rafe. I just…I don’t get what you mean. Your girl?”

“Yeah.” He says, confused.

“Like…your girlfriend? Dating? Us?”

“Fuck. Yes, baby. My girlfriend.” Rafe says the word as though it’s a pain to say it. “Will you be my girlfriend? Please?” You could tease him about the way he’s practically begging you.

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” You joke, not being able to resist. Rafe laughs, glad to hear your usual self. 

“Well, I’m kinda hoping that I’m your…boyfriend, now.”

“Hmm…let me think…” You say, tapping your chin as if this is something you need to contemplate. You can see his demeanor sadden from the corner of your eye, causing you to look over at him. “What’s in it for me?” You add, a smirk threatening to appear on your face. You can barely hold back your laughter at this point, but he still looks so sad, like a puppy who can’t have a treat. “Jesus Rafe, I thought you’d never ask.” You don’t even give him enough time to respond before you’re on top of him, his lips immediately seeking yours.

“Yeah? You mean it?” He asks between kisses, almost nervously. 

“Of course I do, Rafe. ‘Promise.” 

You always know just what to say to him to calm down his mind, he loves that about you. “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. God, I fuckin’ love you.” Your eyes widen at his confession, you look down at him. He’s almost just as shocked as you are. He didn’t even know he felt that way. The words just slipped out, but they felt so right. “Fuck, no, I meant—“ Rafe starts, but you cut him off. You kiss him again,  passionately. This kiss shows him exactly how you feel, somehow being more intimate than having sex with him was. 

“I love you, Rafe. I promise.” You know how he can feel like everybody is against him, so you try to reassure him as much as you can. You’re the only one who’s ever made him feel cared for; he just never wanted to fuck things up with you. “Please just…can you promise me that you’ll stop beating up random strangers who talk to me? ‘Cause I don’t care about them, Rafe. I care about you.”

This is all so new, talking to each other in this way. But it’s how you’ve both always felt. “But y/n, he-“ Rafe pauses, reconsidering his words for you. He sighs and then mumbles, “Yeah…I’ll try.” He looks back at you, you with a stern look in your eyes. “I will. I promise.”

You smile, leaning down for a kiss. Quickly, things start to escalate again. Rafe flips you both over so he’s on top. He leans down to kiss your neck, sucking and nipping at it as he works his way down, kissing every inch of you. 

“Mnmh…fuck…” You moan.

Rafe smiles against your skin. “Yeah, baby? That feels good huh?” You only nod eagerly as a response. Rafe takes hold of his already hard cock, using his fist to pump over himself a few times, letting out a low growl. He rubs his dewy, pink tip over your sticky hole. 

You let out a moan, still being sensitive from your previous orgasms. “F-fuck…Rafe, m’too sensitive, s’too much.” You whine.

“Shh…shhhh baby, it’s okay. I’m not gonna do nothin’, jus’ wanna show you how proud of my girl I am.” His mouth works it’s way down, landing back between your thighs. Your boyfriend softly bites at your inner thighs, his eyes staying trained on you as your face contorts in pleasure. Eventually he finds your soaking core, lapping up the mix of your juices. You feel his fingers gather some of your arousal, mixed with his cum. Before you know it, those fingers are deep inside your throat. “Taste that, baby? Hm? Taste how fucking good we are?” 

You nod, whining when his mouth finds your core again. His tongue flicks at your most sensitive bud, making you jump. Although Rafe only holds onto harder the more you try to run. “Baby, it’s okay. Let me take care of you; clean you up.”

It doesn’t take long until you’re yet again, a shaking, crying mess underneath him. When his mouth works it’s way back to yours, you can taste both of you on his tongue. “Fuckin’ love this pussy. I fucking love you.”

You smile a weak, tired smile at him. He rolls off of you, flipping you both on your side so he can spoon you. He kisses your shoulder, his fingers lightly tracing mindless shapes into your skin. “I love you too.” You respond as you drift off to sleep in your boyfriend's arms.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to leave more asks, I will most likely get to them at some point. Thank you!

[scarlethexelove]

I Want You

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 2515

Warnings: Mechanic!Carol, Intersex!Carol, Smut, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Choking, Sex on a car (Probably don't need to say that but I am anyways),I don't think there is much else.

A/n: Have been thinking about Mechanic!Carol for awhile and just had to write her. She is just so cute and beefy. I'm not even sure if this is any good but oh well.

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You walk through the door bumping into a hard figure losing your balance. Strong arms wrap around your body pulling you into them making sure you don’t fall, your hands grasping at the shoulders of whoever caught you. A squeak leaving you from your almost fall and being startled. You haven’t even realized who you had bumped into until you look up a wide grin on the blonde's face as she still holds onto you. 

“Oh, I-I’m sorry Carol. I didn’t know anyone was still here. You startled me.” You say still holding onto her shoulders and her arms wrapped tightly around your waist. She gives you that smirk that makes you melt. “I was finishing up a client's car before heading out. Why on earth are you still here though?” You let out a sigh of frustration. “Tony said I needed to complete the books before leaving.” Carol gave you a look you couldn’t quite read. “I’ll talk to him. You should be able to go home on time. The books could have been finished tomorrow.” You shake your head. “No, no it’s ok. I’m used to this.” You frantically try and persuade her. “No. I’ll talk to him. I won’t let him treat you like this.” She now is wearing a scowl on her face. “Carol, it really is ok. I mean Tony’s my boss I kind of have to listen to him.” You tell her. 

Carol laughs at your words, slightly throwing her head back. You can feel her chest vibrate against you reminding you of how you two are entangled at the moment. Carol looks back down at you noticing that she has yet to let you go. You both let go and take a step back. Carol’s hand drifting down your arm before clutching your hand in hers. “Tony will listen to me.” You give her a confused look waiting for her to continue. “Y/n/n I own this place. I’m his boss.” There is a proud smirk playing on her lips. “I- What? You? I never-” You stop your words when Carol places her finger on your lips. Your cheeks turn pink at the action. “I don’t want to do all the business end. I love working on cars so I hired Tony to deal with all of that while I get to do what I love. I get to make all the final decisions.” She winks at you causing your cheeks to burn and turn even redder. 

“Thank you Carol.” You look down. Her finger hooks under your chin and gently pulls you to look up back at her. Your face is definitely the color of a tomato as you look at her. You have had a crush on the woman since you started working here at the front desk. You knew you didn’t have a chance with the woman so you just let your crush be just that, a crush. “You are so welcome, pretty girl.” Carol can’t help but play with you a bit. The redness of your cheeks spurring her on. 

What you didn’t know was that Carol also had a crush on you. She was hoping that you would get the hint when she flirted with you but so far it hadn’t worked. She can tell how nervous you get when you're around her. How you have a permanent blush when talking to her. She finds you absolutely adorable.

You don’t know what came over you but with that look in her eyes and that stupid smirk she has looking at you, you leaned in and kissed her. That totally caught the woman off guard. That she didn’t even get to kiss you back before you pulled away from her. “Oh god. Oh fuck. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry fuck.” You rambled covering your face with your hands feeling so stupid. 

Carol grabs your hands pulling them away from your face before she grabs your hips and pulls you into her crashing her lips into yours. You gasp into the kiss. Carol uses this opportunity to shover her tongue in your mouth exploring your mouth with her tongue. You're quick to recover kissing her back just as intensely. Carol turns you around walking you both back until your ass hits the front bumper of a car. She easily lifts you to sit on the hood of the car, slotting herself between your legs. Never breaking the kiss once.

Once air becomes necessary you both pull back panting your breaths mingling in the air between you. “Wow. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.” Carol pulls you closer to her leaning her head against yours. You let out a hum of satisfaction agreeing with her statement. “I didn’t think you would ever like me like that.” You give her big doe eyes which causes her to chuckle. This just causes you to pout. She didn’t like to see you pout her hands cupping your face as she pulled away looking down at you. “I have been flirting with you for months.” She smiles at you. “Really?” You questioned shocked. “Of course, sweet girl. I was hoping that you would notice.” She let out a small chuckle as you pouted again. “It’s ok sweet girl. I got to kiss you now, which is all that matters to me.” 

The room is silent for a bit before you lean up pecking her lips again. Your body pressing closer to hers. That is when you feel it. The growing bulge in her pants. You gasp at the feeling, slightly shocked. You look at her with your mouth slightly opened. A panic rises in her eyes as she steps back. “I-I’m sorry.” She turns to leave but you catch her by the arm pulling her back towards you. “Wait Carol.” You give her a soft smile and she looks down. This time you're the one to raise her gaze back to yours. Your lip caught between your teeth as you looked at her. “I find it really hot.” You pull her back between your legs. She breathes a sigh of relief as she presses back against you, her forehead leaning on yours. A small whimper leaves your lips as her bulge presses back against you. “You're so perfect.” She whispers between you. “You're perfect the way you are.” Your hands cup her face as you show  her that you like her for her. 

With your words her confidence came back and she grabbed your hips pulling you impossibly closer as she grinded into you. A moan falls from your lips as your hands fly to her shoulders and your head falls back. She takes the opportunity to attach her lips to your neck sucking deep red and purple marks. “Please.” You let a small whimper out. She pulls back looking at you with lust filled eyes. “I have wanted you for so long, but are you sure?” You bring your head back up to look at her. You can see that all she cares about is your comfort. It’s neither of your ideal place to start this but you have wanted her the same way she has wanted you and you don’t want to wait anymore. Your heart swells at her thoughtfulness and concern for you.

Your hand cups Carol’s cheek as she nuzzles lightly into your palm. A warm smile spreads on your lips. “More than anything.” She leans in gently kissing you pouring all of her feelings into it. You move your hands to her hips pushing down her coveralls that are tied around her waist. She helps shuffle them down to her ankles. She is now in front of you with a white tank top on and boxers. Her hard cock strained against the material. You admire her toned arms and gasps when you get a better idea of just how large she is. She smirks before kissing you harshly again, moving back closer and grinding against you causing both of you to moan into one another's mouth.

Carol grabs the bottom of your shirt urging you to take it off. As you do you pull away from her lips but as soon as your shirt hits the floor your lips are back on hers. She then works to get you out of your pants and underwear. She pulls back pulling off your shoes and pulling both off tossing them into a pile. She then kicks off her boots and coveralls. When she moves back between your legs your hands go to push her boxers down but she grabs them in her hands pressing you till your back is against the hood of the car and your hands are above your head. Leaning over you as she pecks your lips. Her other hand pulls your bra down letting your breast spill out over top of it. Her calloused hands groping you. She squeezes and massages your breast as she nips at your lips. “So beautiful.” She starts to move down your jaw towards your neck. “I have imagined fucking you just like this so many times. Jerking off to the thought of you cuming on my cock making a mess as I fuck you on a beautiful car. But it will never be more beautiful than you.” You can’t help but moan at her words. The thought of her jerking off to you has your pussy gushing.  “Please” You whimper. 

“Fuck.” Carol breathes. Not wanting to wait any longer she shuffles her boxers down with her one hand kicking them off while keeping your hands above your head. She takes her cock swiping it through your folds, nudging the head into your clit. A moan falling from your lips as she does so. She does this a few more times before lining herself up with your entrance. She leans her head against yours again. “Are you sure about this Y/n/n?” She asks you again. You move your legs to wrap around her waist. “Yes, just please fuck me already Carol. I want to feel you.” Your eyes pleading with her.

Both of your moans echo off the wall as Carol pushes the head into you. Slowly sinking her length into your tight velvety walls. Her hips pressing until they are flush with your ass making you gasp at the fullness. “So fucking tight.” She moans. “S-so big.” You moan. She gives you time to adjust to her size not wanting to hurt you. She lightly makes out with you waiting for a sign that you're ready. When you're ready you start to grind your hips into her. She groans into the kiss pulling almost all the way out before snapping her hips back into you. 

It doesn’t take long for Carol to start a fast and rough pace as she fucks into you. Your moans filling the room as she angles her hips just perfectly hitting the spot deep inside you that you’re already seeing stars. Carol leans up watching as your breasts bounce with every thrust of her hips. “Hands stay there.” She warns you as her hands release yours snaking down to your throat. She wraps her hand around your throat lightly squeezing causing a moan to be caught in your throat. 

It was a calculated move for Carol to test those waters but she is pleasantly surprised when your walls clench around her length as her hand tightens around your neck. A moan tumbling from her lips as you squeeze her tightly. Her hips pounding into you mercilessly relishing in just how good you feel wrapped around her. The hand not around your throat moves down your body, her fingers lightly drawing a path down your stomach before stopping at your bundle of nerves. Her finger pressing against your clit eliciting a loud moan from you. Her fingers then meticulously rubbing circles as the knot in your stomach grows. 

Carol’s pace never falters as she pounds into you so mesmerized by the beauty beneath her. Sprawled out on the car as she watches your blissed out face. Her cock disappearing into your cunt as she fucks you roughly.  Her thrust grows sloppy as your walls squeeze her tight. Your legs are slightly shaking around her hips. She can tell you’re close and so is she. Her grip on your throat tightening just a bit more and her fingers rub tight fast circles on your clit. You choke on your words as you try to tell her how close you are. “I know sweet girl. Cum all over my cock, make a mess.” She thrusts hard into you.

You moan as your walls clench hard around Carol, almost forcing her out as you cum hard. Your legs tighten around her waist and you resist the urge to grab onto her with your hands. Back arching up off the hood of the car as your eyes roll into the back of your head. A warm stream of white sticky liquid painting your walls as Carol fills you with her cum. The pleasure almost makes you black out. Carol slowly ruts into you prolonging both of your orgasms as you both slowly come down. A mix of both of your cums seeping out around Carol’s cock onto the hood of the car. 

Carol lets your throat go and pulls your body into hers. You wrap your arms around her tightly and nuzzle into her neck. Still joined together as you both catch your breaths. Carol chuckles and you feel her chest vibrating against you. “Guess I’m going to have to pay Steve extra to detail this car before getting it back to the owner.” You whine and hide more in her neck embarrassed at the mess you made and the prospect of your friend cleaning up your cum from the hood of this car. “Don’t worry sweetheart. He won’t ask questions. He is too much of a prude to ask. Also the extra cash will keep him quiet.” She kisses the side of your head. You hum at her response, kissing her neck lightly. 

You never expected that staying late tonight would lead you here. To the chance to finally be with the person you desired most but you're so thankful that Tony had you stay. You’re hoping now that you will be able to get closer and grow with Carol as you explore your new dynamic. You don’t know what you two are yet but you're hoping to be just hers. 

The silence between you two is broken when Carol slowly thrusts in and out of you causing you to moan. She kisses your neck before sinking her teeth into your pulse point. You dig your nails into her back whimpering. “F-Fuck.” Is all you can say as her pace picks back up. “Sorry sweetheart, I can't help myself. Want to fill you again.” She groans as your walls squeeze her. “Mhmm.” You mumble knowing that you are in for a long night and Steve will be paid a hefty amount to clean this car tomorrow.

[its-avalon-08]

it all fell down (ln4)

part7

multipart story! part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6

✦ pairing - lando norris x female reader

summary : lando norris and y/n were friends for 20 years, fell in love and dated for five. until it all fell down. they left each others lives abruptly and never spoke again, until they met again in the most unexpected way. can they find their way back or will certain scars never heal?

Y/N stood by the refreshment table, her mind swirling with thoughts. I need to apologize for what I said, but how? She glanced around, searching for an opportunity to speak with Lando without the awkwardness that had engulfed their last encounter.

Just then, she heard small cries coming from the play area. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Penelope on the ground, tears streaming down her face. Lando was already there, trying to console her, but the little girl was inconsolable.

Without thinking, Y/N rushed over. “Penelope, sweetie, what happened?” she asked gently, kneeling down beside her.

Penelope hiccuped through her tears. “I fell and hurt my knee,” she cried, holding up her little leg to show a small scrape.

Y/N scooped Penelope up into her arms, cradling her close. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small first-aid kit. “Look at you, being so brave,” she cooed, dabbing the cut with antiseptic and blowing on it gently.

Lando watched in awe, a mix of affection and surprise washing over him. She’s always been so good with kids. That’s one of the things I loved about her. He couldn’t help but notice the way her hair flowed around her shoulders, catching the light in a way that made it look like spun gold. Her familiar, comforting perfume wafted through the air, bringing back a flood of memories.

Penelope sniffled, her tears slowing as Y/N’s soothing presence worked its magic. “Does it hurt less now?” Y/N asked, her voice soft and calming.

Penelope nodded, a small smile breaking through. “Yes, thank you, Auntie Y/N.”

Y/N kissed the top of Penelope’s head and set her down gently. “All better. Now, go show Max and Kelly your brave smile.”

Penelope giggled and ran off, her earlier distress forgotten. Y/N stood up, dusting off her knees, and turned to find Lando watching her with an expression she couldn’t quite read.

“Thank you,” Lando said softly, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. “You’ve always had a way with her.”

Y/N smiled, her heart aching with a mixture of warmth and regret. “It was nothing. She’s a tough little girl.”

Lando took a step closer, the tension between them momentarily replaced by a shared affection for Penelope. “You were always good at this. At being there for people.”

Why does it still hurt so much to hear him say that? Y/N thought, fighting back tears. “Thanks Lan -Lando.”

Lando started to walk away, his hands in his pockets, the air between them still thick with unspoken words. Y/N felt a pang in her chest, knowing she couldn’t let him go without saying what was on her mind.

“Wait, Lando,” she called after him, her voice trembling slightly.

He turned back, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Yeah?”

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on her. “I need to say this. I need to apologize for what I said. ‘Maybe dating was a mistake,’ that was such a hurtful thing to say, and I didn’t mean it. Not for a second. Please just hear me out.”

Lando’s expression softened, but he remained silent, giving her the space to continue.

She took another shaky breath and started to ramble. “I was angry and hurt, and I lashed out. You didn’t deserve that. You were such a huge part of my life, and we had so many good memories. You were my everything, my whole world and what I said, it was unwarranted. That should have never left my mouth. You are were the love of my life and that can't change just because we broke up. I’ve regretted those words every single day since. I’ve been trying to move on, but it’s been so hard because I never really let go of the guilt of hurting you. I just want you to know that you were never a mistake. We weren’t a mistake.”

Lando’s heart swelled with affection as he listened to her. She’s always been so passionate, so sincere. That’s one of the things I loved most about her. He watched her struggle to find the right words, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She’s really hurting.

“I don’t know if we can ever go back to how things were,” she continued, her voice breaking slightly. “But I needed to say I’m sorry. Truly sorry, Lando. You deserve to hear that.”

By now, tears were streaming down Y/N’s face, and she wiped at them furiously, embarrassed by her emotions. “I know I messed up, but I never stopped caring about you.”

Lando took a step closer, his heart aching at the sight of her distress. He could see how much this was hurting her, and despite everything, he felt an overwhelming urge to comfort her. She’s always been so hard on herself. She deserves to know she’s forgiven.

He smiled softly, his eyes gentle and understanding. “Y/N, it’s okay. I forgive you. We both said things we didn’t mean. It was a tough time for both of us.”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide and full of emotion. “Really? You mean that?”

Lando nodded, his own eyes misty. “I do. We had something special, and that doesn’t just go away because of a few bad moments. We were both hurting. I get it.”

Before she could say anything else, Lando pulled her into a hug. Y/N melted into his embrace, the familiar warmth and comfort of his arms around her bringing a sense of relief she hadn’t felt in years. She buried her face in his shoulder, letting herself cry freely.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his shirt.

Lando held her tightly, his heart full of a complicated mix of emotions. “I’ve missed you too,” he admitted, his voice soft and filled with sincerity. This feels right. Like coming home.

They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around them fading away. For the first time in a long time, they both felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to heal the wounds of the past and move forward together.

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Sixteen

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Sixteen: Taking Teruhashi Out (on a Not-Date)

Summary: Makoto (ew) shows up, and Saiki has to take precautions for his own life to not have more trouble. Luckily, he has (Y/N) to help him.

            Saiki crossed his arms and contemplated throwing Makoto out the window for the hundredth time since he met him. Saiki had been looking forward to this event all week. (Y/N) had finally come over and was going to show him how to properly make coffee jelly at home, but as soon as they’d gotten set up, Makoto Teruhashi had barged his way in crying about how Teruhashi was angry at him (rightfully so, he was being perverted as usual). He had ruined the entire night, and Saiki’s sanity wasn’t certain it could take much more of Makoto’s rambling.

            A single glance at (Y/N)’s weirded-out face confirmed they felt the same way and wanted him gone as soon as possible.

            “So, that’s what happened, and Kokomi hasn’t said a word to me since then,” said Makoto, finally finishing.

            “Go home, you perv,” said Saiki.

            “Please, please, do.” (Y/N) nodded aggressively.

            Unfortunately, Makoto ignored them to wallow in his own sadness and decided to talk some more. “To think we’re having a lover’s quarrel—”

            “You’re really not,” said (Y/N).

            “—I’m in such a pickle,” said Makoto. “Oh, by the way, when I say ‘lovers’ quarrel,’ I mean between Kokomi and me.”

            “We wish you didn’t,” sighed (Y/N).

            “I’m the only one who can have a lovers’ quarrel with Kokomi,” said Makoto.

            “Get to the point so you can get out,” said Saiki.

            Makoto leaned forward. (Y/N) leaned back. “Tomorrow my drama will be filming in my neighborhood. A lot of industry people will be there, too. Once they notice Kokomi’s beauty, that’s it. What do you think will happen if they scout her?!”

            “Don’t care,” said Saiki.

            “She’d be very successful,” said (Y/N), knowing Teruhashi would do very well due to her beauty and people’s love of her.

            “Yes! Right after her debut, she’ll be cast as the heroine in a TV drama,” said Makoto. “She’ll be the heroine in plays and movies. She’ll be in many commercials! She’ll even be stealing work from other popular actresses.” He scoffed. “I won’t allow it! Kokomi has no interest in showbiz. So, I’ll give you permission to tell her to avoid the filming location at all costs. But don’t say anything else, four eyes. Don’t even make eye-contact. You can’t even get within ten meters of her!” Makoto glared at Saiki.

            “That’s unreasonable for anyone,” said Saiki.

            “Well, I’d prefer to tell her myself, but we’re having a lovers’ quarrel, so don’t screw this up.” Makoto rose and left the room.

            “I don’t usually dislike people, but he really creeps me out,” said (Y/N), shivering.

            “And now he’s gotten me involved,” said Saiki.

            “Hey, don’t worry, I’ll tell Kokomi so you don’t have to be more involved,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            “Thank you.” Saiki was so grateful to have (Y/N) in his life. They really were incredible.

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            “My brother came to see you?” said Teruhashi. “Oh, I’m sorry he caused you trouble.”

            “That’s putting it lightly,” said Saiki.

            “It’s nothing,” lied (Y/N).

            “But, uhm, why is Saiki standing all the way over there?” said Teruhashi.

            (Y/N) looked behind them where, ten meters away, Saiki stood. “Your brother.”

            “What?” said Teruhashi. “Oh, my, I’m so sorry about him.” She smiled sweetly. Stupid big brother! He’s giving Saiki trouble! I have to offer a token of apology. Hmm Ah! She looked up to see (Y/N) and Saiki walking away since they’d given the message. “W-Wait, Saiki, are you free after school today?” That’s right, apology. Saiki, how luck you are to get this opportunity. I have to apologize, so my hands are tied.

            Why aren’t you considering (Y/N)? thought Saiki.

            “Would you like to…go out for some tea on our way home?” said Teruhashi, looking eagerly at Saiki. “Or go to a neighboring town since they’re filming here?”

            (Y/N) felt their heart drop since this was so much like a date, and no other guy in school would even think about saying no. They hoped Saiki would, though. It would hurt if Saiki wanted to date Teruhashi and not them. It really would.

            I’ll treat you for a date! Now feel honored! Even though this is only as a token of apology. Teruhashi glanced at (Y/N). And (Y/N), although I like you, you get a lot of attention from Saiki, and it’s my turn as the perfect pretty girl. Now, come on, and say “oh, wow.”

            Saiki, about to say no, paused and decided to say something else that would create problems for him, but it would make a point to Teruhashi about her thoughts about (Y/N)—that was one thing he didn’t let slide.

            “(Y/N) and I are free this afternoon. We’ll accept your apology.” Saiki turned and walked away.

            Teruhashi’s jaw nearly dropped open as Saiki, seemingly (and actually) unperturbed, invited someone else out with him and her when she had given him the chance to be alone with her.

            (Y/N) found themself grinning. “See you later, Kokomi!”

            “Right, yeah.” Teruhashi raised a hand, still in shock. But he should’ve said, “oh wow…”

            “Didn’t want to be alone with her?” asked (Y/N) teasingly.

            “If I said no, her followers would’ve hated me. I don’t want that attention,” said Saiki. And, in a more truthful sense, the rudeness would hopefully make Teruhashi stop liking him as much (which, apparently, he’d have to try some more). Also, Saiki got more time with (Y/N). He didn’t mind that.

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            After school, Teruhashi, Saiki, and (Y/N) ended up at the next town over. Unfortunately for Saiki, attention was coming to their group as everyone watched the perfect pretty girl grace their streets with her mere presence. Additionally, Saiki was dealing with Teruhashi’s fantasies of him saying “Oh, wow” and how she believed he was totally in love with her and freaking out about the chance to be close to her.

            Luckily, Saiki had (Y/N) walking alongside him, and Saiki could put up with a lot to spend time with them.

            “What’s that guy near her doing?” whispered one guy.

            “I bet he’s her funding source,” sneered another.

            “I wanna punch him from behind,” said a third.

            I don’t want to deal with that, though, thought Saiki.

            “Kusuo, Kokomi, do you like sweets?” said (Y/N), saving the day (in Saiki’s mind) yet again. “I saw an ad for a café nearby that looks super good.”

            I’ll have some cake with (Y/N) before leaving.

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            Closed. The café’s sign was turned around to say it was closed.

            (Y/N) sighed, disappointed. “I really thought it would be open. Sorry, Kusuo, Kokomi.” They really were sorry. They wanted to have a nice time with Saiki (and Teruhashi), but it hadn’t worked out.

            “Well, we can always go over to the shopping district,” suggested Teruhashi, eager to try to get some of her own ideas in to impress Saiki. “We came all this way. Let’s find some good new places. Let’s go!”

            Unfortunately for Teruhashi, an hour of walking at her direction passed, but they found zero restaurants. Teruhashi’s glowing smile had fallen into a sickly attempt at one due to exhaustion. (Y/N) was feeling peckish, and Saiki was also losing interest in continuing to follow Teruhashi. That being said, it was fairly fascinating to see everything not work out for Teruhashi.

            “E-Excuse me.” A boy nervously stepped forward and blushed. “May I help you with something?”

            “We’re looking for a place to get some tea,” said Teruhashi sweetly, her glow returning.

            “O-Oh, yeah, sure!” said the boy excitedly.

            “Hey, I saw her first!” shouted another.

            “I’ll show you the way,” offered another from the crowd.

            Never mind. Everything worked out for her.

            “The sun is harsh today. Please borrow this parasol,” offered a man.

            “Here’s a coupon to the café,” said the first boy again. “I’ll go ahead and reserve a table for you.”

            “Wow, thank you,” said Teruhashi, smiling.

            “Oh, wow!” said the entire crowd.

            “It’s amazing how everything works out for her,” said (Y/N). They laughed. “I need some of that charisma.”

            “I think you’re fine the way you are,” said Saiki. Besides, he’d watch out for them. As long as he was around, they’d be alright.

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            At the café, Teruhashi continued to be surrounded by other men while (Y/N) and Saiki sat across from her eating cake and drinking tea. She was satisfied, though, for now, since she had a whole group of people going “oh, wow!”

            Saiki made me totally forget it, but now I remember. I’m a perfect pretty girl! Having recharged her confidence, she turned back towards (Y/N) and Saiki, eager for more “oh, wows.”

            Yare yare. Teruhashi really is tough. I’ll just get through this and hurry home with (Y/N). I wonder if they’re done filming.

            (Y/N) sighed happily as they finished their tea. This is nice. I’ll have to come back here at some point when there aren’t as many people crowded around. And I should bring Kusuo.

            Saiki straightened as he heard Makoto and his director thinking about how they were changing location. They’re coming this way?! He took another bite of his cupcake. I should really do something soon. He took his time savoring the sweets.

            “These were delicious, weren’t they, Saiki, (Y/N),” said Teruhashi.

            “Yeah, they were super good,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            We took our time, but this town is big. Hopefully we won’t run into him.

            Nothing worked out for Saiki, though, and due to the ground, Makoto and his assistant decided to stop at that café.

            Saiki stood. We better leave quickly.

            “Are you ready to go, Kusuo?” said (Y/N).

            Saiki stared at them and then out the window. (Y/N) observational skills paid off, and they saw the blue hair of Makoto Teruhashi in the van outside.

            “You’re right, it’s time to go,” said (Y/N), standing. “We finished everything, after all.”

            “Can we wait a bit?” said Teruhashi. “They want me to shake hands with them, so…” She smiled and let the line form, focusing on being the perfect pretty girl.

            “Kusuo, what do we do?” whispered (Y/N).

            “I’ll flip the sign.” His psychokinesis flipped the open sign to closed.

            They tensed, but the two men walked back to their van instead of walking in.

            “We did it,” said (Y/N).

            “We should still probably leave in case they return,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) nodded vigorously. “Good idea.”

            “6,850 yen, please,” said a waiter.

            “Oh, I’m paying!” said Teruhashi, smiling and walking over. “How much is it?”

            “Oh, you are? Two hundred yen, I guess,” said the waiter, blushing.

            “Oh, that cheap? And I have coupons,” said Teruhashi happily.

            “Then it’s twenty yen,” said the waiter.

            “I hope I get reborn as a pretty girl in my next life,” said Saiki.

            “I think you’re fine the way you are,” teased (Y/N), smiling at Saiki.

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            “I wonder if they’re done filming,” wondered Teruhashi. “But Saiki, (Y/N), what do you think?”

            “We’ll go straight home,” said Saiki.

            To support him—since (Y/N) knew at this point Saiki wanted to really go home, so they wouldn’t push his boundaries—(Y/N) nodded. “I should probably get my homework done sooner rather than later.”

            Saiki paused, his clairvoyance showing him that the film crew was at the train station. He nearly sighed. It appeared they’d be stuck here a while longer.

            Teruhashi perked up, deciding that Saiki must be fighting with his own insecurity about hanging out with her.

            (Y/N) tilted their head, understanding they were facing another obstacle.

            “Hey, if you’re not in a rush, you and I could hang out some more, Saiki,” said Teruhashi. She smiled. “Even if (Y/N) heads home, you don’t have to go.”

            “Well, Kusuo and I were going to do homework together, so I guess I have to wait,” said (Y/N).

            Teruhashi deflated slightly. I thought I’d get some alone time with Saiki. It’s almost as if (Y/N) knows to stick around.

            They are good at covering for me. Saiki liked that—yet another characteristic in a long list that he liked about them.

            “Oh, look, I haven’t been to a place like that for a long time!” said Teruhashi as she led them to an entertainment arcade. “There are so many choices!”

            This might actually be a fortunate turn of events in terms of making Teruhashi hate me, thought Saiki.

            “A karaoke place, so cool!” said Teruhashi, trying to hint to Saiki. I don’t feel like bowling. I wanna go karaoke.

            With that, it was decided.

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            “Another split? I have no luck today,” laughed (Y/N) as they, once again, had a terrible turn in bowling.

            Since Teruhashi didn’t want to, Saiki had absolutely wanted to. This would help get her to lose interest in him.

            “Strike!” announced the computer screen after Saiki went.

            Teruhashi deflated.

            The entire game, Saiki made sure to humiliate (Y/N) and Teruhashi with his “skill” (psychic power). That way, Teruhashi would really lose her feelings for him. It was a little mean, but Saiki was eager to have her stop chasing him around. It caused him trouble. At least (Y/N) wasn’t embarrassed and just laughed at their own lack of bowling ability.

            Still, Teruhashi wasn’t done yet, but Saiki was up to every challenge.

            When she saw a claw machine with a gorillabbit, he instead won the strawberry stuffed animal and handed it to (Y/N). They turned red and fought to thank him normally, trying to rationalize that Saiki was just trying to frustrate Teruhashi. (Obviously he did it just to annoy Teruhashi, not because he saw them looking at it earlier and thought they’d like it). Teruhashi deflated once more.

            When she challenged Saiki to table tennis, he beat her terribly. History repeated itself in darts and video games. Soon, Teruhashi was just sitting on a bench with a blank look on her face, disinterested and disappointed in everything.

            Maybe we went a little far. “Is she going to be okay?” said (Y/N), looking at her faraway stare.

            “She’ll rebound once someone says ‘oh, wow’ to her,” said Saiki.

            “Let’s head home,” sighed Teruhashi.

            “Good idea,” said Saiki.

            “It is getting late,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m exhausted,” sighed a voice behind them on the bench facing the other direction.

            (Y/N) and Saiki’s eyes widened, and they whirled.

            It was Makoto and part of his team. Because of all the people, Saiki hadn’t differentiated Makoto’s thoughts from anyone else’s, and now they were right there near them and Teruhashi.

            “Four eyes?” said Makoto, blinking. “Other one?”

            I don’t even get a name?

            “Kokomi?!” cried Makoto, seeing his sister walking away. His surprised gaze turned to anger as he assumed Saiki was on a date with Teruhashi (which was bizarre since (Y/N) was also there, but Makoto doesn’t have a good head on his shoulders).

            “What’s wrong?” asked his assistant, walking over.

            “We have to go,” said Saiki, standing and grabbing (Y/N)’s hand. He pulled them behind him, and they followed quickly.

            “Hey, Kokomi, come on!” said (Y/N) brightly, and when she looked confused, Saiki made a drastic move and dragged her along by the hand.

            “They held her hand! Get those two!” shouted Makoto, and his people looked around wildly to try to spot them.

            I thought he didn’t want her to get attention! thought (Y/N) as Saiki pushed Teruhashi into a photo booth.

            “Hey, what—” The flash went off, and Teruhashi blinked before looking back at Saiki. In the haze of light, she drew her hand back. Oh, my! How dare he take my hand and push me into a photo booth. He wants photos of me that badly?! So selfish. And yet…why am I this excited? To know he was willing to be so confident, so forward…wow.

            Saiki nearly stared in astonishment as Teruhashi went back to liking him even more, but he just retreated to another photo booth to avoid the search party Makoto had instigated. He and (Y/N) stood silently as the men ran past and the photos flashed in the other booth to keep Teruhashi distracted (and, now, invested in her fantasy that Saiki wanted something to remember her by).

            Saiki sighed. “Yare yare. She likes me even more now.”

            “I’m sorry, Saiki,” said (Y/N), giving him a half-hearted smile. “But she does seem to really like you.” And although I think I like you for other reasons and am more aware of it, I can understand.

            “I should have let you take her hand,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) shrugged. “Everyone makes a mistake.” They smiled and lifted their hands, still holding each other. “And my hand was already taken.” They spoke teasingly, but there was a warmth that, if Saiki knew their thoughts, he’d see as affection above that of friendship.

            Saiki looked down at their hands and contemplated it for a moment. Although he was not one for physical touch, he’d initiated this, and now that he was holding (Y/N)’s hand, he found he didn’t want to let go. They were warm, and it was comfortable. Just like talking with them or spending time with them, it felt natural to be this close to (Y/N).

            “Do you want to take a photo?” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) brightened and looked at him. “How did you know I wanted to?” They knew he couldn’t read their mind with their germandium earrings on (which they would never take off).

            He didn’t. He just knew that he suddenly wanted to capture this moment, to remember how nice it was to be with (Y/N), the person he had a crush on. “You mentioned you like having photographs to remember moments to Yumehara while we were Okinawa on the beach.” And I hope you had fun with me, even if I was focused on getting Teruhashi to stop liking me.

            (Y/N) smiled. “I’d love to, Kusuo.”

            Saiki really liked hearing the word love and his name in the same sentence when it came from (Y/N).

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            Saiki looked at the photobooth pictures in his hand in his room. Carefully, he placed it on his desk, leaning against his plant, so he could see it clearly. He sat quietly and looked at it with a now-familiar warmth glowing in his chest.

            Three photos stared back at him.

            One had Saiki looking emotionless as usual while (Y/N) beamed and raised their hands—still entwined—like a superhero in the air.

            The second had (Y/N) making half a heart with their pointer and middle finger while Saiki looked at it.

            The third has Saiki completing the heart, still no expression, but his gaze was firmly on (Y/N)’s joyful face.

            As he looked at the pictures, Saiki smiled.

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shinyduo/gempearl post-SL is sooo funny because before SL they were the typical "friends who like to do pranks with and against each other, partners in crime, really adorable sometimes" and then SL happened and they became OBSESSED with each other (really obvious from pearl's side since gem was more subtle) and innuendos started to appear left and right. now after WL they are not only obsessed they are also 10x times freakier and flirty. it's gem's fault a lot of the time but pearl enables it and digs herself into a deeper hole so she gets a wack too.

i am pleading to the sky for the fated shiny duo alliance to happen this year because 1) i am sure gem's possessiveness would get multiplied by 20 even if she tried to not show it and that'd be really fun + pearl would like it 2) their dynamic is so complex that they could be anything (codependent or healthy or possessive or die for each other or kill for each other or-) and 3) the aftermath of them teaming would be funny asf and the streams would be horrendous

thank you for coming to my ted talk 🙏

the freakier being in bold and italic is really getting to me for some reason lmao. anyway

you are right in the shift of them pre and post-SL, like, they are STILL giving cute partners in crime but also they’re. so. abnormal about each other??? thats not to say they weren’t flirty/making innuendos before the life series but god did all of that get worse after. also, it has kinda been shown how Gem is the one saying most of the questionable things, but Pearl definitely contributes a lot as well. lets not forget the pickles

of course we’re all manifesting for them to properly team up. its not even subtle at this point they both know that. the only things stopping it from happening really are luck and Gem’s homophobia (/j) cough. i mean. they would definitely get time to resolve what they failed to address back in WL if they’re allied together and can have time to talk. it could also make things worse but we’ll be seated either way. and then we’ll be questioning our existence again when the streams inevitably come

BUT. imo the alliance i really want is them + any other player. yep. i want a third wheel. it can literally be any other player because i think having someone else to affect/witness their dynamic is always entertaining, allows for exploration of new potentially fun dynamics between Pearl/Gem and another player while still offering plenty of opportunity for them to be. weird (/aff), and generally just gives the team a new spin instead of just Murder Camel 2.0. like. i’ve put way too much thought into this so there’s a whole ramble under cut about some of the potential trios and why i think they could be cool for a new life series

Jimmy: originally my life series s6 team predictions was pearl/gem/jimmy </3 mainly out of wanting more pearl + jimmy interactions, but i think having gem there helps just keep the team together. i thought they would be a nice team for jimmy in terms of support (think the SL scene where jimmy finds out he’s not the first out and they’re the ones there cheering him on) but well. thankfully we still had bamboozlers… anyway gem’s ego will get even worse if she had this team, and don’t we all wanna see that

Lizzie: PLEASE. impossible minecraft sent me to the point of no return because now i’m BEGGING for more pearl/gem/lizzie interactions. please. the girlies. we just need more gem + lizzie interactions in the life series imo, and we’ve already seen what happens when pearl + lizzie are together. i can’t tell you for sure if i think any betrayal will happen in this team but it would be really funny if there was, mainly just so lizzie and gem can bicker while pearl is just. There like a sad puppy. it’s cool if there isn’t though, i can see them thriving straight to the finale. cmon. think of the yuri

Ren: hey. hey. remember that one ren stream? you know the one. the wedding. do you see where i’m getting at. do you see the dynamic. it’s so funny to me ok. and we haven’t even mentioned the times where ren has mixed them up. i think it would be a horrible time for him to have to deal with these two and that’s so entertaining. if i picked jimmy because i thought he would have a nice time then for ren it’s for the complete opposite reason. make him suffer with these weirdos

Martyn: HE is the one who’s going to make them suffer. HE will be the one to make it worse. and it will be hilarious. let the man get some form of revenge for them terrorising him back in SL. they’re going to be insufferable and it’s going to be great. you might as well start the “hump duo” counter now …also i may just have a personal preference of wanting to see more pearl + martyn and gem + martyn interactions

Cleo: i mean. cmon. this one doesn’t need that much explanation. the people want a pearl/gem/cleo team

Impulse: same as cleo— SOUP GROUP ASSEMBLE!!!

Etho: pearl + etho interactions are great. gem + etho interactions are great. boom. gem gets to bully them both, then they either make a really successful trap or perform the greatest fumble ever! i see nothing but wins here

BigB: nosy neighbours… what if we tried again… plus i’m pretty sure there was a temporary gem + bigb team in RL, so why not give them a whole season. i think it would be fun. it’d be interesting to see how this team shifts with bigb’s general play style in the life series. i wonder how the base(s?) would turn out

Mumbo: listen to me. they have the funniest opportunity here to fluster this man to the high heavens. think about SL ep 5. think about it

Scar: so like. remember that 2v1? yeah. crazy, right? no but okay i don’t think if they teamed up there would be that much more emphasis on the 2v1 after all that in WL, but there WOULD be good times. i know this deep in my heart. the pearl/gem/scar interactions would go crazy. i hope they go on a hunting spree

Joel: i think this one is the least likely (on account of the fact that pearl has teamed with him in SL, and then gem doing the same in WL) but there could be beautiful world where pearl and joel build an even bigger and better car and gem just watches and sighs

Scott: insert manic laughter here. Pearlescentmoon you are about to have the worst time of your life ever

[seenoversundown]

Good For Me

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: FLUFF ROMANCE CUTIE PATOOTIES, mentions of minor injury (blood/bandaging) failed attempts at reservations, insinuation of sex, flirting, more cute stuff, I mean it’s Jake & Char guys.

Word Count: 3k.

Author's Note: I will always take the opportunity to revisit these two 🥹 Their stories practically fall out of my brain onto the metaphorical paper.

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Good For Me - Bob Seger 🎶

Jake POV 

“Time to wake up, baby,” her voice was always the best thing to hear when I woke up. Pressing her lips against my temple before she whispers, “Good morning.” 

My eyes hardly open, but I can smell the fresh coffee sitting next to me. Peeking down, I see a tray with a blurry plate of food. 

“Breakfast?” I ask, pulling her face in slowly. “Mmm, you’re too sweet.” Leaving a few kisses on her lips, her laugh is the second-best thing to hear in the morning. 

She carefully slips back into bed with me. I swear she would have fed me if I let her. Romantic little thing she is. It takes a million times longer to get through food when all I want to do is kiss her precious face. 

“Imagine,” she starts, lazily kissing me before finishing her thought. “When we can do this every day.” Hardly hovering over my lips, feeling every word come out. 

“Honey, all you have to do is say the word,” I tell her and I mean it so seriously. The day she wants to move in, I will do whatever I have to in order for her to be comfortable. 

She plays with the ends of my hair for a moment before looking up at me. Her raspy little voice whispered, “Maybe once we’re engaged.” 

“Really?” I ask. Fighting every urge to go pull the ring out from my closet. She would kill me if I proposed today. She loves romcoms, but I think the cliche would take her out. 

“Mhm,” she hums. “Leaving you every few days is hard now— it’ll only be harder after that.” 

All I can do at the moment is kiss her. The fact the ring has been sitting in my closet for so long is killing me, but I have been holding out until she seems more ready for it. She would have been my wife already if it were just up to me. 

“That sounds like a deal to me, Red.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

Getting out of bed proved to be much more difficult today. Neither of us necessarily cared for Valentine’s Day, but we also spoiled each other all the time. Not to say that I didn’t come up with the best plans, because, well, I did. 

“Get some reading in, and then we can dress up.” I lean down, kissing her forehead. “I have everything planned for us tonight.” 

“Oh, do you?” 

“Mhmm,” I hum. Smiling as she stares up at me, running my hand over her head gently. “I have to remind everyone how lucky I am.” 

“Jacob,” she coos as her arms slink around my neck. 

“Mmm, you can keep saying that,” I mumble, practically falling back into bed. “I have to go downstairs for a little bit just to get everything ready so I can be all yours later.” 

She lets out a little sigh, “I’ll miss you.” Pouting that perfect little lip out as she looks at me. 

“Honey, stoooop—“ I start, grazing my thumb over her pout. “I’ll be back before you know it,” I tell her as I start to stand back up. 

“Wait—“ she lets out. I turn around to look at her, with only my jeans pulled on, buttoning them as she rakes her eyes over me. Suddenly, looking at the ceiling and muttering, “Thank you.” 

Through a chuckle, I ask, “who are we thanking?” 

“Cass, God, anybody who will listen,” she tells me.

“For what?” 

She smirks when she says, “For giving me a fine ass man.”

Giggling as I grab a shirt from my closet, I slowly make my way back over to her while I button, just the few bottom ones. Looking at her through my eyebrows and mumbling, “This fine ass man is gonna go to work now. Sooner I get down there, the sooner I’ll be yours for the rest of the night.” 

“Well, what are you waiting for— go!” She rambles out against my lips. “I love you! Don’t get lost! Make good choices!” 

Laughing into her, “I love you.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

The down side of having a few more bartenders now, as opposed to just my family essentially, is that they are significantly more worried about everything. Which I appreciate in a staff, that they want me to be aware of things and don’t want to do something wrong, but god– life was easier when it was just Josh and I. 

I ran through all the possible scenarios and everything seemed normal. Not that the bar gets that busy on Valentine’s Day, but I do want to make sure they are all situated and comfortable before I’m gone for the day. Learning to step away more has been difficult, but when your girlfriend lives a few hours away, you learn quickly to relinquish a little control. 

Hardly a minute goes by, sitting in my office, and my phone starts buzzing. 

“Hi, is this Jacob?” A woman’s voice asks quietly. 

“Yes?” 

“Ahh, I’m so sorry to do this to you today, but–” her voice sounding timid, which doesn’t sit well with me.  “Unfortunately..  we overbooked for this evening.”

“Oh,” practically falls out of my mouth.

She sighs, sounding a bit defeated. “I’m really so sorry. We’re not entirely sure how this happened.” 

  “No, that’s okay. I understand,” I try to sound the least amount of irritated as I can. “Thank you.” 

Fuck. 

Frantically turned on my computer, determined to find a replacement restaurant that we could go to. It wasn’t necessarily crucial that we went there today– I just knew that Char really wanted to go. I’ll take her there next time she’s here for the weekend; that part isn’t a big deal. 

After spending a few minutes googling some options, there are a few that we could go to—calling every single one to make a reservation, just in case. Did I need to do that? No. But I’m not going to let today get messed up. In the midst of a phone call, the flowers I ordered for her were delivered to me. Whispering, thank you as I sign for them; I can’t lie, I do feel a little crazy with the amount of things I’m trying to juggle at the moment. 

Once I have reservations at four different restaurants, I do one more round through the bar and check in with two who are working, making sure they feel comfortable. 

“Just call me if you need me, but I know you two can handle it.” 

Running upstairs, flowers in hand and things are finally feeling like they’re back on track. Sneaking inside, it’s a little embarrassing how excited I always am to see her. 

Calling out to her as I walk through the door, “Honey?” 

She walks out from the hallway, wrapped in a towel but her make up and hair are perfectly done. Her eyes lighting up as she looks at me. I don’t think there will be a day where she doesn’t leave me speechless. 

“Um,” I hesitate, as if this is the first time I’ve seen her like this. “I got these for you.” 

She reaches out, taking the little bundle of flowers from me, “You’re too sweet.” Leaning against my chest and kissing my cheek, but quickly wiping her thumb over the spot. She quietly giggles, “Apparently, this lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.” 

“You can make a mess of me later,” I whisper to her, tilting her chin up so I can lightly kiss her. “What are you wearing tonight?” 

She tugs me along with her back to my room, grabbing a short black dress off my bed. My head may as well have been spinning when she dropped her towel. Watching her slip into this tight little dress. The satin hugging every part of her body and I have to refrain from being too excited about it. 

“Can you–” she starts to ask but just turns around so I can finish zipping the back for her. And at the end of the day, I’m still a man. Leaning down, leaving a few kisses on her shoulder and creeping up her neck. 

“You’re unreal,” I mumble next to her ear. 

She pulls out a black button-up for me, but I have to make sure she’s just as excited as I am. Grabbing my rings from my nightstand and slipping them on, and naturally pulling out my nicer watch. Letting her help me put it on, not because I needed the help, but feeling her hands on me in any way is everything I want. 

“Baby,” Char’s voice rings from behind me as I’m spraying a little more cologne. Turning to her, she’s holding my phone out. 

It’s one of the bartenders. 

“Hey, what’s up?” 

Her voice sounds timid as she says, “Hey, there’s a uh.. situation down here.” 

My eyes shut tightly, asking, “What kind of situation?” Char’s eyebrows shoot up as she watches me. 

“Well, um,” she hesitates. “We were just prepping some things, and she may have slipped a little with a knife while she was cutting up some limes and–”

My head falls back, trying not to get mad, “I’ll be right there.” 

“Is everything okay?” Char’s voice is quiet. 

I let out a long breath, shaking my head gently as I looked at her. “There was a lime cutting incident.” Grabbing both of her hands, I tell her, “I’m so sorry. I just need to go make sure she’s okay real quick.” 

“It’s not your fault,” she whispers, slipping one of her hands away to smooth out my brows. Not realizing how stressed I actually looked. “Just do what you need to do.” 

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The way it was explained over the phone was definitely a sugar-coated version of what I walked into. Grateful that the bar wasn’t overloaded with people, but seeing one of your bartenders completely pale trying to mix drinks is not the best look. 

“Hey, come with me,” I tap her arm. Walking her to the back room, and having her just sit on the floor for me. “Can I look at it?” 

She nods, and I can see the way she’s fighting the tears. Unwrapping the paper towel bandage she’d made for herself, it was not a pretty sight. That looks like it fucking hurts. Draping the paper towel back over it, I quickly grab everything from the first aid box we have. 

“I’m gonna redo this, okay?” I ask, but it’s really more of a telling situation. “It’s probably going to be uncomfortable, and you can cuss me out if you want. I just don’t need you getting infected.” 

Looking at her, still white as a ghost but letting out a small laugh. 

“I’m sorry,” I let out as I started wiping off the nasty cut. Seeing her wince makes me stop for a second, so I’m not making her completely miserable. Even after the little break, I carefully try to clean it as much as I can, but it’s a pretty deep cut. Lifting her hand so I can make sure to clean off any extra blood that may have dripped, but moving it must have been the last straw when I hear the sad exhale. 

The tears finally escaped, and I can’t deny that I’m impressed with how long she lasted. She looks like a mess between me trying to clean up one hand, and then she’s still regaining color in her face, and now she’s crying. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” I whisper. Moving a bit quicker with the rest of it; dropping a tiny bit of ointment into the pad of the bandaid and wrapping it fairly tight around her finger. “There you go- it’s over.” 

Watching as she cries into her not damaged hand for a second, my heart hurts for her. She’s hardly over twenty-one and very sweet; I’ve been lucky that she goes to college nearby, even if she only works part-time. I can’t make her stay after this. 

“Why don’t you go home? We can figure out a different night for you,” I tell her, gently rubbing her arm, hoping it’ll help calm her down. “Let me get you some water so you can come back to life before you drive, though.” 

Me: that was horrific 

Char: oh no :( is she okay now? 

Me:  better but I’m sending her home

Me: she started crying I can’t make her stay 

It only took a little bit for her to seem a bit more stable, but I sat with her until she looked alive enough to drive home. Meanwhile, I had been texting everyone else, trying to find someone to come in on short notice. 

The only option right now is to see if Josh can get here early enough for me to escape. But I know those lovebirds are probably off and in a different universe at this point. Which I can’t fault him for, I did give him the day off.  

The customers start rolling in, I glance over at the bartender I have left, “Hey, I’m just gonna go call Charlotte real quick. I’ll be right back.”

She throws me a thumbs-up before walking over to someone who’s about to sit down. 

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” the only way I’d describe how I sound is desperate. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She almost laughs, “It’s okay.”

“No, no, it’s not. I had this whole thing and-” I start to rattle off my plan when she cuts me off. 

“Baby, I’m not mad at you.” I couldn’t ask for a better woman in my life, I swear to god. She sweetly asks,  “Do you want me to help with anything?”

“Honey, no, absolutely not,” I tell her. Disappointed isn’t a strong enough word for how I felt when I told her, “I’ll try to get someone to come in for the rest of the night if I can, but I’m not sure if that’s going to happen.”

Her voice was still calm, telling me, “Just do what you have to, okay? I love you.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

The rest of the night was like a blur. More people ended up coming in than I would have expected on a romantic holiday, but I guess where else do you go when you’re single on Valentine’s Day but a pirate-themed bar? 

Grateful for the bartender that I did have tonight; she absolutely handled the crowd better than I expected after the way her shift started. Nobody deserves to play doctor when they aren’t prepared for it. I tipped her out as quickly as possible so she could get home and sleep off the chaos that she dealt with. 

Standing there, listening to Night Moves as usual, while I shut down the POS when I can feel the energy in the room shift. 

“Hey,” Char’s voice softly graces my ears from behind me.

“Hey you,” I let out before asking, “What are you doing down here?” Reaching my hand out to her, pulling her in close.

“I have an idea,” She tells me quietly. “Just finish whatever you need to.” Kissing my cheek but not wiping it off this time. 

“You look beautiful, by the way,” I tell her as she sneaks off down the hall. 

It’s only a few minutes before I have everything taken care of behind the bar, and she’s been scurrying around the whole time. I wouldn’t have guessed her plan in a million years. 

Walking over to the corner booth, a candle lit in the middle of it with a little charcuterie board next to it. Her favorite throw blanket was tossed onto the seat. Feeling her hands slide around my waist from behind, turning me around to her. 

“I made us some food since you got stuck down here,” She says quietly, fixing my collar and scooting the chain of my necklace so the clasp is behind me again. She winks at me when she says, “I figured you would have drinks covered.”

“Of course,” my voice and eyes soften as I look at her.  “What would you like, honey?” 

“I think Valentine’s Day calls for wine,” she gently taps my lips a few times before sliding into the booth. 

Walking back with our wine, I hand hers over, “For you.” Sliding into the booth with her, trying not to laugh at the way she had her legs wrapped up in the blanket. 

“So, what happened with the lime incident?” she asks. 

Taking a couple minutes to explain what happened, without saying anything too gross. I don’t want to ruin the mood or our ability to eat. 

“Enough about work,” I breathe out, grabbing one of her hands and kissing the back of it. “I love you. I’ll still find a night to take you out.” 

“I’m just happy to see you,” she beams at me. “Especially when you’re dressed like this.” 

She very intentionally and obviously checks me out, hitting me with a cheesy little wink after. God, I love her. I can’t resist kissing her a few times, giggling into each other like we always have. It’s like the honeymoon stage never went away with this girl. 

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” I tell her, feeling a bit guilty at how late it is.

Her hand cups my jaw as she looks at me, “You looked so sad earlier. I couldn’t let the day be a complete fail.” 

My head tilts, leaning into her hand as my eyes shut, just soaking up the moment. Laughing as I tell her, “I swear one of these years I’ll get better at this.” 

“Well, lucky for you— we have a lot of Valentine’s Days ahead of us,” she giggles. 

I glance around the room for a second, looking back over to her, “We could still make this one memorable.” Wiggling my eyebrows at her, and her eyes light up at it. 

“In here?” 

“Like our first time,” I whisper, letting my hand slide up her thigh. 

Her arms slip around my neck, smiling into a kiss before whispering, “Aye, aye, Captain.” 

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[charlieaboveandbeyond]

Dashi & Peso dynamic/friendship headcanons!

@urautismdiagnosis voila :)

SHOW-RELATED HEADCANONS!

Honestly, I think Dashi might have been one of the first people Peso befriended on the ship. Not only are they "podmates", but she's outgoing and extroverted in a way I don't think Peso would find overwhelming? Like, of course she'll try to befriend him, but she won't do it in a way that he finds scary or pressuring.

I think their personalities balance each other out quite well. Peso is a little shy bundle of anxiety (/affectionate) whilst Dashi is (for the most part) very calm and collected. They both deeply care about the people around them. They work well together on missions, and a few of the episodes in A&B really demonstrate that (FLYING FOXES MY BELOVED) (thank you A&B for giving us the opportunity to see less-well-known character dynamics on-screen). I honestly don't think there would be much that causes conflict between them.

Also they absolutely bond over having younger siblings/the trials and trivia of being the eldest sibling.

(I do think Peso got a tiny bit of anxiety when he found out Dashi was going to be piloting the OctoRay. I mean, we all saw how much she enjoyed flying through those waterspouts in Wild Windstorms, and I don't think she'd hesitate to do it again.)

ALSO also, they're both mentored in some way by Captain Barnacles, and I think that's another thing they'd bond over :)

PERSONAL HEADCANONS!

I personally headcanon Dashi to be at least half-Hawaiian and have deep connections with Hawaiian culture through her family. Peso is somewhat canonically Hispanic (UK dub why did you deprive us of Spanish Peso :[ ). I lowkey think they'd LOVE rambling to each other about their cultures and showing each other various aspects of it - music, food, traditions, folklore. They also take time off at some point to go visit each other's homes and families :)

PESO GOT DASHI INTO PLAYING MUSIC AND INTRODUCED HER TO THE HARMONICA AND THAT'S WHY WE SEE HER PLAYING THE HARMONICA IN A&B S2E24 BECAUSE SHE LEARNT HOW TO PLAY IT SO THEY COULD DUET TOGETHER.

Dashi got Peso into mystery books. Peso is now a huge Donna Doxi fan. Nobody saw it coming.

Dashi is prone to staying up late because she gets too involved in coding projects and the like and loses track of time (ADHD hyperfocus ftw). Peso, being a dutiful friend and resident medic, is always on hand to drag her (politely, of course) to bed.

They have quite different tastes in music in general and they put together a blended playlist of their favourite artists and genres. Dashi persuaded Tweak to wire up connected speakers in their pod so they could listen to the playlist at the same time.

Koshi & Pinto become really good friends, but they're both bundles of chaos and Dashi & Peso often join them on missions to make sure they don't accidentally start world domination or something.

I also think they would confide in each other a lot. I honestly think they share some of the same anxieties about not feeling good enough - it's not shown on-screen, but I think when Dashi takes on the role as OctoRay pilot and the huge responsibilities that come with it, she definitely has some qualms, and Peso is there as a listening ear and a comforting friend :)

SO YA! That's it for now! Let me know if you want me to expand on any of these because I would totally be up for rambling more about them hehe

~ Charlie :)

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lovestruck!

𖤐 description: love-struck/lovestruck (adj.) experiencing intense feelings of romantic love for someone; besotted or infatuated.

𖤐 ft. lovestruck/lovesick! satoru × yuji's sister! reader (fem)

𖤐 content: lovestruck/lovesick! satoru, fluff, sickeningly disgusting fluff, the gojo satoru falling in love, wholesome, feeding my delulu rn, cringe and cliche sorry, reader is described as very beautiful, almost angelic (the things lovestruck! satoru can see lol), reader is yuji's big sister here (obviously an au)

𖤐 author's note: my writing style is so inconsistent i'm so sorry, everything's just based on my mood lol & my grammar sucks. anyways i'm terribly down bad for a lovestruck satoru so, i'm bringing y'all with me. (p. s. reader is well versed in arts and crafts and runs a small business in australia)

(author from the future: heyy, since y'all agreed that i should post this piece of crap rotting in my drafts, so here it is! so sorry for the late post, i've been busy with school.)

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"sensei, can we go to the airport?"

yuji suddenly asks, looking up at his teacher, who was seated beside him. "airport? why do we need to go there?" probed satoru. "my big sister's coming back from australia today. normally, she would only come back for vacation but...now that our grandpa has passed, i guess she just wanted to give me some support." yuji responded with a mellow smile at the thought of his big sis, he's missed her so much.

satoru pondered for a moment, before giving his student an accepting grin and a thumbs up. "i don't see why not! i mean if it's for my student of course i'll accept" he said, pearly whites showing as he stood up, which was soon followed by a gleeful yuji. "really? thank you, sensei!" yuji's smile widened, to which satoru returned with the same gleeful smile. seeing his students happy in this damned world was enough.

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"so, what's your sister like?" satoru asked curiously, hands gripping the steering wheel as they drove to the airport. (unfortunately, he had to drive) yuji's eyes lit up at this, finding this the best opportunity to ramble about his big sister.

"she's the best sister anyone could ever possibly ask for, except her teasing, she still treats me like a kid even now.." yuji started, obviously passionate about his beloved big sister. "she's well versed in arts and crafts, and even she even opened up a small shop in australia!"  she's talented, satoru thought, feeling the gleefulness of his student from the driver's seat. "she sounds impressive," he nodded with a smile, a pause following soon after. "is she pretty?" satoru felt bold at the moment, not sure why. maybe he was just curious, yes that's it, right?

"very! she's basically the female version of me, sensei!" yuji replied, to which satoru chuckled imagining a vague image of yuji's sister in his mind. "can't wait to meet her then!" satoru nodded with a cheeky smile as they got nearer to the airport.

the weather was surprisingly pleasant, the sun shining down from the large patch of blue sky, covered slightly by white fluffy cumulus clouds creating a breezy atmosphere that isn't cold but not too hot. the traffic wasn't too much of a bother as well, they got to the airport as quickly as they left the jujutsu technical high school.

the only predicament was, the airport is jam packed with people. yuji frantically searched for his big sister, since her plane had landed thirty minutes ago. even with satoru's height, it's still quite hard to look around properly, he didn't quite know what yuji's big sister looked like in person, yuji just described her to be a feminine version of him.

that is until he sees his student's eyes light up, rushing towards someone, almost pushing everyone that was in the way, engulfing a shorter girl with the same pink hair as yuji in a bear hug.

"you've grown so much, yuji! you're taller than me now!" the pink haired woman said, stepping back to look at her little brother (that's not so little anymore). satoru couldn't see her very well, unfortunately. "i missed you lots, nee-san! i brought sensei with me, come meet him!" yuji takes his sister's hand and leads her to satoru, who was somewhere at the entrance of the airport, leaning against the wall.

to say he was infatuated by her was an understatement, hell, he was enamoured by the woman who stood before him. she was short, her hair shone a strawberry pink like her brother's, her eyes, oh her eyes were beautiful, they shone like a pair of gems, and her smile, they were so bright and warm, almost like the gentle rays of the sun. she stood out from the rest of the crowd.

"hi! you must be yuji's sensei. i'm (____) itadori, his big sister. nice to meet you..uhm, sorry what was your name again?" you greeted with a smile, small dimples showing on each side of your cheek as you held out your hand for him to shake.

your voice snapped him out of his euphoria, it sounded so angelic, he wanted to hear your voice everyday. satoru's mind felt absent as he looked down at you, you were really more beautiful than he had imagined you to be.

"sensei?" yuji queried with concern, making satoru shake his head, that same charming and handsome smirk appearing on his face (he was nervous). "sorry sorry, nice to meet you too, miss (____). i'm satoru gojo." he held his hand out as well, meeting yours, his hand was larger than your hand, almost swallowing it whole.

you smiled as you shook hands with him, feeling a small electric spark when your skin came in contact with one another, though you paid no mind to it.

"yuji has told me all about you, mr. gojo! thank you kindly for taking care of my brother. How could I possibly repay your kindness?" you said with a slight bow, making satoru feel slightly embarrassed  (for the first time ever). "no need, i was just doing my job as a teacher." replies satoru, clearing his throat. his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. hard. why was he so nervous in the presence of this woman who he just met? he was so used to flirting with other girls (despite being a virgin) but.. you. you made him nervous.

"oh I insist, mr. gojo!" you chuckled, lifting your head up, straightening your posture. yuji tugged at your sleeves, making you look at your little brother. "what is it, yuji?" you ask, tilting your head sideways. cute: satoru thought. "i'll go to the bathroom for a bit" yuji says quietly, earning a nod of acknowledgement from his sister. "sensei" yuji gives him a thumbs up before rushing to the nearby restrooms of the airport.

"well that was something" satoru laughs as he stands there, quite awkwardly now that he's left alone with you out of all people. you on the other hand, only laughed at his awkward response. "now, back to my statement: how can i repay you for taking care of my brother, mr. gojo?" you ask once again, you were stubborn like your brother, almost.

satoru comes up with an absurd idea in mind, he hesitates, this was going to be a bad idea. "your number," satoru responds, his throat becoming dry from the sheer nervousness he was feeling. "you can repay me by giving me your number, miss (____)." he continues, it was insane how he was able to keep his smirk up despite his palms beginning to sweat.

you were silent for a moment, your cheeks becoming rosy by each passing second. it wasn't always you encountered a man who was bold and smooth enough to ask for your number, and actually become successful at it. you chuckled as a response, your chuckle coming out as embarrassed instead of happily as originally intended. "really now?" you whisper, your index finger scratching your cheek lightly, before you came up with an idea.

you rummaged through your backpack, finding a thin black marker in one of its pockets. "that's a pretty bold move you got there, mr. gojo" you bite back a smile as you take his left hand and begins to write your number on his palm, you looked so adorable in his eyes, with your half-lidded gaze concentrated on writing the numbers on his skin, your visibly rosy cheeks, and your hair that was annoyingly in the way of letting him see your face in all its glory.

slowly, satoru lifts his free hand up to tuck a thick strand of your pink hair behind your ear, since it was in the way. a seemingly harmless action yet it made you divert your attention from his palm, to his face with slightly wide eyes, and suddenly, your gaze felt like a spotlight, it was as if you were looking at him like he was the only man in the world.

you clear your throat, stepping back to give him his space, and then put your black marker back in your bag, eyes studying the numbers that you wrote on his palm. "there"  you say simply, with a small smile. satoru stands there, seemingly in a state of euphoria for a moment before shaking his head, cerulean blue eyes looking down at the black ink drawn on his skin through his blindfold. a lopsided smirk appearing on his face. "now for some reason, i feel quite special to have a cute girl's number in my contact list. thank you, miss (____)." he responds, his smirk turning into a cheeky grin as he stuffs his left hand in his pocket, careful not to smudge the ink on his palm. after all this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

in return, you huff out a laugh. "(____)'s fine, mr. gojo." you chime in, your voice seemed so soft to him.

"i'm back!" yuji yells, catching the attention of the two adults as her runs back from the restrooms. "why don't we grab a meal? my treat" you say, smiling at the two boys, in which yuji returns with an excited nod. "i don't mind, but it will be my treat, i insist." satoru offered, "oh no need, mr. gojo. i insist." you reply,

"i insist, miss (____)"

"no, i insist, mr. gojo!"

"why don't we just divide the bill?" chimed yuji, making the two adults that stood in front of him think for a moment before coming to a conclusion.

"oh alright, that seems fair." you nod, looking up at satoru, the man nods as well. "then it's settled, let's go!" satoru grins excitedly, staring down at yuji and back to you.

"let's go! i'm starving!" yuji groans, taking the first step forward, and you smile at your younger brother, a sweet, nostalgic smile.

satoru swears to himself that he was going to win your heart, your soul, all of you. you were perfect from head to toe.

and he sure as hell isn't gonna let someone like you go.

— Mayven.

[vodika-vibes]

could I have pearl with Fives at night please?

I love your writing so much!!!!!

So This Is Love

Summary: A late night rendezvous on Coruscant gives Fives the opportunity to make a confession.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 699

Prompts: Pearl - Honest Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I freely admit that I wrote this before I finished my coffee, so it might not flow well.

“I appreciate you walking me home, Fives.”

He turns to look at her, a crooked grin crossing his face, “It’s not a problem. Pretty lady like you shouldn’t be walking around alone so late at night anyway. It’s not safe.”

She sighs, “Don’t I know it. But the Gallery wanted to keep going until all of the art was sold-”

“Did it work?”

She grins at him, “It did~”

He laughs and throws his arm over her shoulder, “That means the next time we go to 79s, drinks are on you. Right?”

She giggles, a pretty noise that has him tugging her closer to his side, “It’s only fair, I suppose. After all, you and your brothers are the inspiration for my artwork.”

“Ooh, so I suppose we’re famous now,”

She laughs and elbows him lightly, “Inspiration, not subject.”

“If you wanted to paint me, you could. I wouldn’t mind.”

She averts her gaze, “Ah, well…maybe. But I wouldn’t want to sell that one.”

Fives’ stomach flips pleasantly, “Because you love me and want to look at me as often as you can.” He says with a bright grin.

She huffs and bumps him with her shoulder, “Because the Republic has already taken so much from you, they don’t get this too.” She corrects.

He pauses, and then his arm tightens around her, “You might be one of the few people on Coruscant who actually understands where the clones legally stand.”

“Yeah, well…” Her hand comes up and she threads her fingers with his. Her hand is so much smaller and so much softer than his. Fives almost worries that his touch will hurt her. Almost. 

“Yeah, well-?” He prods.

“If more people paid attention they’d see.”

“They don’t want to see, beautiful. We both know that.”

She scowls off into the distance, and Fives laughs, before he leans in and bumps his forehead against the side of her head, lightly rubbing his nose against her cheek, “You care though,” He adds, “That’s enough for me.”

“You deserve so much better though!” She says as she turns her head to look at him, her nose bumping against his.

Fives doesn’t bother to give her any space. If anything, he wants to be closer to her. “You know, beautiful, I don’t think life is about what you deserve.”

She huffs, “It should be. You and your brothers deserve so much more than the Republic-” She rambles.

“I love you.”

She stops mid-sentence and blinks at him. “You…what?”

“I love you. I’m in love with you.” Fives flashes a nervous smile, “I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks, but telling you over comm just felt cheap.”

“You love me? Why?” She asks, looking so genuinely befuddled that Fives can’t help but laugh. 

“Ah, so you want me to list all of the ways that I love you?” Fives teases, “Well, alright. If you insist. Reason one, I love the way you look at me, like I’m the only man in the galaxy. Reason two, I love how we can sit and talk for hours about anything and everything. Reason three-”

He stops when she presses her hand over his mouth, her face burning, “Please stop.”

“But I barely started. You didn’t even let me list all of the physical reasons I love you. Like your hair. And eyes. And lips-”

“Fives!”

“And I really love how you say my name-” He continues, a wide grin on his face.

And then he’s stopped for real, because her lips are pressed against his, and he has something much more interesting to focus on. Like replacing all of the oxygen in her lungs with him.

When he breaks the kiss, her gaze is hazy and she’s slightly breathless, “In case you were wondering,” she mumbles, “I love you too. But I’m not going to list all of the reasons why! Your ego is big enough as it is!”

Fives just chuckles and kisses her again. “Does this mean that I can come in when we get to your place?” He asks against her lips.

“Only if you want.” She replies.

“Beautiful, I’ve wanted an invitation to your home for months. I’d be honored.”

[the-cat-sorcerer]

Alright I want to talk about caine, I'm gonna be rambling A LOT so good luck if you decide to read lol

Small spoilers for tadc episode 3 btw

Alright no idea where yo start so let's start with the fact that people villanise him way too much when in reality he hasn't really done anything THAT bad all things considered. I have proof for this below so let's get into it!

The adventures:

The people in the game and a few people irl are saying that caines adventures are bad but in all honesty they seem fun and if it weren't for the groups collective stupidity they'd be pretty fun if I say so myself. Ep 1 they had the task go follow the gloinks to find the gloink queen and defeat her (seems pretty fun all things considered and the only thing that really went wrong was abstracted kaufmo coming in). Ep 2 they go to the candy Kingdom and need to stop the bandits stealing whatever ot was and bring it back yo the Kingdom (if it weren't for the gand pushing the gummi gangs truck into a wall making gummigoo and pomni clip out and subsequently becoming friends which led yo gummigoos traumatic poofing that adventure would have been great). And finally Ep 3 they had to go through a haunted house and exit on the other side (yes the horror path kinger and pomni took was scary as hell but caine made it that way to try and get zooble to participate and if kinger hadn't jumped in they all could have walked through the safe part). And even after he had a whole mental break learning that the others hate the only thing he's good at by zooble from what we know he's changing his tactics, the next episode looks like the gang will work at a fast food restaurant and the one after that them possibly playing baseball? He is trying to make the adventures more like something the gang would have done irl!

Next up, his feelings:

Well done if you are still reading, now. Caine is very limited when it comes to what emotions he is able to feel and he literally can't tell what others are feeling as told by gooseworx when she said he lacked empathy, this leads me yo think he doesn't know what abstraction means to the humans, he probably assumes it os just the people leaving the game or smg but the gang see it as literal death, Have they told him that? Has ANY of them sat down and talked to him about what abstraction is like to them, hell have they even had a normal conversation with him? I bet a fuck ton of their problems would be nonexistent if they talked to caine about how they hate what has happened to them, what grief is and how to help them. 'OH BuT hE wIlL jUsT bReAk DoWn If ThEy SaY aNyThInG bAd LiKe LaSt TiMe', constructive criticism exists my friend they can explain what they dislike and give him ways to improve.

Caine isn't a bad guy, buy this doesn't stop him from doing bad things. He has made many mistakes and the others are allowed to be mad about that but I feel like they can only be mad in the same way you can be mad at a child for doing something wrong, because Caine doesn't know any better, he never got the opportunity to learn.

Thank you for coming yo my Ted talk here's a cookie for making it all the way through 🍪

[wyfy-meltdown]

It is literally foreshadowed in her name Kyoko is bound to suicide with Sayaka as sakura's are heavily associated with kamikazes. Besides aforementioned timeline; In Portable, during the scheduled downfall of Sayaka, and eventual death at Homura's hands, Kyoko has a breakdown switching between laughing, crying, until eventually screaming in pain as she turns to Ophelia, saying she was stupid to think she could save Sayaka. Ophelia's labyrinth literally has little fish floating around, it's so clearly underwater, it's so clearly tied to Sayaka, there are staves with musical notes coming out of the ground of the labyrinth. And as if that isn't enough, the music playing is relatively similar to Symposium Magarum, at the very least a part of it, altered, slower, on a different instrument - it's there however if you listen close. Kyoko is so tied to Sayaka in her mind that even if in series they weren't on the best of terms, it affects her in death. Her feelings are obvious once stirred through enough, it's Sayaka that refuses any aid, or a chance at another way. There IS, another way, that through Kyoko, however Sayaka's ideation of a magical girl is heavily tied to Mami's image (not Mami herself, but how she presented, lacking the vulnerability she shared with Madoka) who is in complete contrast to Kyoko. The full "you die a hero or live long enough become a villain". No matter how much she runs away from it however, I feel that in Rebellion Sayaka embraces both sides (and creating the doppel system by proxy). On another note, and parallel, Sayaka chose to "give her life away", becoming a magical girl meant suicide to her in the end and, the argument with Madoka in the rain may had still lingered in the back of her mind, so Kyoko choosing suicide to keep her company mirrored that and maybe, just maybe, she felt understood through it. It was the ultimate sacrifice Sayaka made for love and association could be made to believe that Kyoko's suicide is also her confession. The magnet metaphor is due the blue/red but also you need to hold them in a certain way for them stick (as the same ends will push one another away, the same they did under the same condition) and when they do, they're insepparable.

Thank you for the opportunity to ramble ^^

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!!

I've never been able to play/watch play throughs of the portable games, so I lack a lot of context when it comes to events and information presented in it.

Kyoko has a strange mild obsession with Sayaka and saving Sayaka, which almost reminds me of Homura and Madoka's relationship.

I feel the warped (not in the toxic sense, just unconventional sense) ideas that Kyoko has about expressing her love to Sayaka reflects her past and the wish she made for her father. To Kyoko, love means absolute devotion and sacrifice. In Japan, there's a myth that two lovers who commit suicide together are reborn as twins and/or reborn as the same person. Kyoko truly does see kamikazeing herself into Oktavia as a way for her to fully express the feeling of "I love you and I swear I won't leave you alone or abandon you for someone else".

While I believe Kyoko originally intended to warn Sayaka about wishing for others (sorta how Mami did), and pitied her because the circumstances of Sayaka's wish were so similar to her own, she fell fast and hard.

They're both so similar and yet oppositionally different. They're both so, so, deeply and desperately lonely and Kyoko sees this and sees a way for the two of them to overcome their loneliness together. But Sayaka has such a strong idea of "a good magical girl" and "a good person" she won't allow herself to connect with anyone else, especially not Kyoko, who she views as "evil" (I believe Mami played a part in this view).

They could've had a happy ending and saved eachother if only Sayaka wasn't so stubborn and Kyoko could take a gentler approach. The very direct "full-force love" style they both have, with the added "inability to properly confess without use of secretive acts of devotion" is why we got the ending we did.

I know you're asking anonymously, but I'm pretty sure I know who you are based off the expansion from a previous reblog/post lol. Thank you so much for ranting like this!!! I'm so happy you expanded on the previous ideas!!!

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jamil Viper - Platinum Jacket Voice Lines

When Summoned: I should be able to observe a vast number of precious art today. This is a good opportunity. I'll make sure to fully enjoy myself.

Summon Line: I'd like to take my time especially when viewing the paintings of the Sorcerer of the Sands. I'll have to keep an eye on the clock and plan accordingly.

Groooovy!!: A street rat married a princess... I wonder just how long their happiness lasted.

Home: The 100th anniversary, huh. Wow.

Home Idle 1: Deuce was staring at the paintings with a furrowed brow. He may look like he's viewing them with great focus, but it seems to me like he's not that good at knowing how to appreciate the art.

Home Idle 2:  When making a wish to the genie of the lamp, you have to choose your words carefully. You'll want to make sure that you wish is properly carried out without any misinterpretation.

Home Idle 3: Don't cause a scene in the museum. I'm not really worried about you, but... He's always with you, right? That rowdy little fellow.

Home Idle - Login: I can more or less give commentary on most paintings. I've had many opportunities in the past to listen to the explanations of merchants who specialize in art.

Home Idle - Groovy: I wonder if Idia-senpai really would pass out if he were to be encircled by a crowd of people. I'll have to test it out sometime using some dormmates... I kid.

Home Tap 1: Whenever I see a painting of the Sorcerer of the Sands' parrot familiar, I can't help but think how stup... how charming it looks.

Home Tap 2: So, even the Museum of Art in the Land of Dawning sells reproductions of the magic lamp... I mean, they're just a standard souvenir back home.

Home Tap 3: While I was gazing at the painting of the Thorn Fairy, Sebek approached me... He just started rambling on about just how wonderful she was.

Home Tap 4: Floyd must have gotten tired of looking at the paintings, he's starting to mess with people. I'll have to make sure I stay out of his sightline.

Home Tap 5: I have to dress up formally similar to this whenever I attend parties as Kalim's attendant, as well. Does that surprise you?

Home Tap - Groovy: Hey, looks like you've been staring at the same painting for a while now. If you like it that much, why don't you buy a postcard of it from the shop?

Duo: [JAMIL]: Idia-senpai, please, step forward. [IDIA]: J-Jamil-shi, you must be joking!

Birthday Login Message: So, you're here to celebrate my birthday. Well, thanks... Eh? You're offering to help me make some dishes as your birthday present? Heh, really, there's no need. I'm pretty used to doing it every day, so it's not really anything I need help with. But, I guess since you're offering... Maybe I can get you to test the food for poi... I mean, test the flavor of the food.

Requested by Anonymous.

[clairedaring]

Okay, so the original post you wrote has been a while and I saw it by ghost-reading (this is when I read someone's blog without signing into Tumblr. I'm only signed in on a specific browser on my laptop to prevent mindless scrolling).

If I recall correctly, you mentioned being ready to protect a Thai actor because he's some BL actor but is married to a wife (or has a girlfriend). That reminded me of an incident my best friend told me while we were chatting.

She said there was this time when two pairs of BL actors (she coded them as Pair A + B, and Pai C +D since I don't know them and their names weren't the point) got massively flacked by fans because B kissed C on camera when the four friends were hanging out. Fans apparently saw it as a betrayal of the "BL pairing," even though all four of them were just vlogging their activities not as characters they play.

I wanna know more about this phenomenon out of curiosity!

Is it as common as my best friend put it? Or is she just unlucky enough to be caught in such a storm?

Why do fans think this way, when these are just actors and not the real characters? Is it similar to the issue of fans of Kpop, Jpop, or even Cpop artists who cannot accept their idols marrying or dating anyone?

What do the companies hiring or signing these actors do to mitigate such an issue/protect their actors?

Or... Do the companies cash in on this sort of fanatic fervor, such that they encourage fans to believe this illusion, or mandate their actors to uphold such an illusion even when they are being themselves outside of acting?

How does an incident like this usually get resolved?

What are the major stances of Thai BL fans on this issue? Not all of them support this sort of fervor, right?

Lastly: what do you think, personally, is central to this sort of incident?

Sorry if it sounds like some college assignment, but I really wanna know what you think! I'm so curious as an outsider to all of this...

Thanks!!!

Hiiiii Lyn \(￣︶￣*\))

You have no idea how happy I am to receive this ask because I've been wanting to talk about that couple incident that you're referring to since forever but I've never gotten the chance to properly collect my thoughts about it. Thank you for allowing this opportunity to ramble about this and for your very introspective questions.

So firstly to give some context to it, I think it's a bit more important to cover some background information of the two pairings that you're talking about.

OffGun and TayNew are some of the oldest pairings in GMMTV. They are known to all be good friends with each other (if not to say they're each other best friends). They've all done non-BL works with different actors but in terms of promotions, OffGun and TayNew have always been regarded to be the 'pillars' of GMMTV (their company) branded pairings.

Even though the four people are close with each other, Tay is particularly close with Gun (and this is public fact known by everyone who follows them), often teasingly calls each other pet/master and have some hangouts/vacations with just them two.

In the case of TayGun, I think their playful kiss being caught unexpectedly on livestream caused so much reactions was because it's a private moment between them. BL fans are too used with using private moments (re:clips of casual skinship between actors during work events and non-work livestream) to prove the existence of their closeness or togetherness -> so when New accidentally turned his camera to show Gun playfully kissing Tay during livestream, I think many (outraged) fans falsely equated that TayGun kissing in private like that means they're romantically involved to a certain degree.

Even though Tay has come out to explain that it isn't the case and that Gun was just playfully teasing him, there were still so much flacks thrown his way. Even with clarifications from both sides, you can basically see from the comments section of these Tiktoks (1, 2, 3, 4) that there is a considerable portion of OffGun and TayNew upset and disappointed (even though there is no reason to). I'll just translate some of the Vietnamese ones because those are the comments that show up first for me.

For those who follow [OffGun], you'll already know that Gun has been avoiding skinship from Off since 2022, fans used to think that he was shy but now we get it 🥲

10 years is just a number =)))))) (t/n: OP is insinuating that OffGun has been fooling their fans for 10 years)

What kind of 'friends' kiss each other on the lips?!

Now I can't watch OffGun series anymore 😇 Can they please give us a TayGun series 😌

Have I been blind all this time because how can everything has been so clear yet I still don't know it 🥲🥲🥲

Is it as common as my best friend put it? Or is she just unlucky enough to be caught in such a storm?

I think it's both common and not. So 'common' is in the sense that whenever one half of a branded pairing or 'koojin' is close and intimate with another person or displaying any possibilities of them being involved with said person in real life, it always trigger these reactions from shipper fans to immediately deny that possibilities or to attack the actors in the branded pairing as if they have 'deceived' their fans.

This has infinitely lessened in recent years with actors actively taking a stance against their fans harrassing their colleagues over ships but in general we still see it now and then with popular/rising/active ships or inactive ships but with astronomically huge fandoms (see: reactions of brightwin fans to bright's dating news).

I'm also saying it's uncommon for 'two halfs of two different popular BL pairings to get rumored to be together' but in 2024, it has already happened twice so who knows what's real really 😅 Aside from the case of TayNew/OffGun, there's also the case of actors Mew and Tul (who were both parts of ships with HUGE fandoms MaxTul and MewGulf) confirming their in real life relationship but their news was more well received internationally as neither of their old ships have been active in having series together for a while (i still see flacks for both of them here and there but that's because i'm vietnamese and vietnamese negative reactions are always the ones i see first to any dating news of one half of a BL pairing).

Why do fans think this way, when these are just actors and not the real characters? Is it similar to the issue of fans of Kpop, Jpop, or even Cpop artists who cannot accept their idols marrying or dating anyone?

I think there are several reasons like actors and companies contributing to the delusions of shipper fans and fans not being able to separate real life actors from the characters they play on screen, which have been extensively discussed in these Reddit threads (1, 2) so I won't delve into them. I'll just focus on a common reason i've seen from vietnamese fans being the combination of emotional and financial investment in these ships.

Similar to Kpop, Jpop or even Cpop idols as you've mentioned, there's a large degree of parasocial relationship involved between a CP/idol and their fans. Rather than the Kpop idol feeding fans the delusion of them being an attractive yet attainable, relatable, single person, these 'koojins' offer CP fans the image of a beautiful friendship/'will they/won't they'/'ambiguous more than friends, less than lovers' relationship -> so once there is a strong emotional attachment to the actors who are part of a pairing, fans will inevitably have strong feelings about their romantic life aka whether the CP is really together or not.

Even though branded pairings or 'love teams' have been an age old phenomenon since the dawn of television (not just in Southeast Asia but in Hollywood as well), I think this phenomenon has flourished particularly in Southeast Asia with many successful stories of actors having on-screen to off-screen real life romances (see: KathNiel in the Philippines, NadechYaya in Thailand...)

What do the companies hiring or signing these actors do to mitigate such an issue/protect their actors? and How does an incident like this usually get resolved?

I think one of the most interesting things about Thailand entertainment industry is that it's so easy for celebrities to sue people for online defamation. So rather than making any statements to 'save' their branded pairings or to resolve any confusion, the company doesn't do anything (which I understand because the artists are already clarifying themselves to the nosy press about any 'possible scandals that happened'). In the case that online commenters are getting too toxic, the artists can just screenshot the toxic tweets/posts, send them to the company's legal department and those defamation cases get resolved by the police.

But even then, that hasn't really stopped fandoms that are too large in size, too delusional in mind to do the crazy things they do even after a branded pairing has stopped working together, such as showing up at the fanmeeting of one actor, wearing masks of the other actor in that inactive ship. In this case, the company can't do anything since... well those people paid to attend the fanmeeting and get a photo with their idol. The most a company could do is probably to 'officially announce the ending of the ship' but... their comments section are still full of obsessed fans til this day so i doubt that announcement made any difference to the fully obsessed and delusional cp fans.

Or... Do the companies cash in on this sort of fanatic fervor, such that they encourage fans to believe this illusion, or mandate their actors to uphold such an illusion even when they are being themselves outside of acting?

Companies have always generated as much revenue from brand endorsement, brand promotions fanmeetings, concerts, selling merchs of these pairisings as they do from producing and airing these series if not more, so I've also felt a sense of these companies capitalizing upon their branded pairings and the volatileness of delusional fans.

If you're interested here and here are two interviews with P'Tha, the CEO of GMMTV company which TayNew and OffGun are under, I think his sharings in these interviews are very insightful into how the companies view these branded pairings (the main source of income for these companies basically).

I wouldn't say that the companies mandate or force their actors to act a certain to create an illusion of an ambiguous/are they aren't they ship for any branded pairings, but i DO think that being in an environment where two people (who are part of a branded pairing) are constantly being shipped or teased by co-workers and sometimes even the ceo himself... that does make shipper fans more delusional than they normally would. it's like as if you were in a class and everyone around you start shipping two people or pushing two people to be together, you'd be questioning what the others know about those two that you don't... it's 'sus' as the cp fans will say 😂

What are the major stances of Thai BL fans on this issue? Not all of them support this sort of fervor, right?

I think there's all sorts of opinions that pops up whenever there's news of someone dating surfaces, there are no consensus on it because the feelings of the fans rely largely on how emotionally invested they are in the actors/real people. There are fans who will take the news harder (feeling tricked, deceived, all that jazz) and there are also fans who will feel like 'oh that's normal' or they would rejoice in the happiness of their favorite actor having an in real life parner. Also it's probably important to note that the stance of Thai BL fans do not necessarily align with the stance of general Thai audience, for example when Thai actor Bright revealed his girlfriend Nene, basically the entire Thai netizen is supportive of him whereas his previous branded pairing fans are divided between supporting him and feeling 'betrayed' by this reveal.

Lastly: what do you think, personally, is central to this sort of incident?

Personally, I think it's fans' expectations. Similar to what Monk Dol told Dear about not holding on to things too tightly, I think fans often hold on to the romantic stories portrayed on screen more strongly than they do with non-romantic stories. Therefore, the reality of an actor having a real life partner often dispels this illusion of a 'screen-to-life' romance stories that fans may have concocted in their mind for any pairings not limited to whether they are in queer love or straight love stories.

I feel like it's just much easier for fans of straight pairings to move on since they don't get paired repeatedly as leads together every 1-2 years and they often don't have couples' work (like promoting brands togethers...) long after the ending of their series together, contrasting with branded pairings in BL/GL series who still get brands work together after the ending of their series -> allowing their "ship" fanbase to grow and the fans to have even larger expectations of the actors to have future works together.

Again it might be a lot of me to ask that these dedicated fans not to have expectations (which may eventually lead to their own suffering) because logically these fans do pour in not just emotional investment but also like HUGE financial investment so having expectations are really inevitable ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ perhaps they should watch สาธุ and learn to let go of having any expectations for a ship or an idol which will benefit all parties involved 😅

Anyhow before I end this, please let me ramble and promote my beloved actor, JJ Krissanapoom whom you've mentioned first in your ask.

JJ Krissanapoom is a prolific Thai actor whose works I've followed really early on in my journey of Thai media consumation. He's starred in works of different genres and he's had queer love-adjacent projects before like Diary of Tootsies (with Paopetch aka Monk Ekkachai in สาธุ) and Great Men Academy (with James Teeradon aka Win in สาธุ).

But JJ has been in a highly publicized long term relationship with his girlfriend Thanaerng for seven years now, so I have no fears/worries about the reception of Thai fans to his upcoming queer love work Spare Me Your Mercy.

That being said, I'm still very worried about any negative reactions from delusional shippers because even if the actors have nothing to insinuate that they're together or even if they're both actors with in real life partners, the delusional fans always have the following comment templates to bash the drama/actors

I can't see the chemistry between the actors, probably because they both have girlfriends.

Why is the actor posting pictures with his girlfriend instead of promoting his own series?!!?

Why does the actor have an event with his girlfriend rather than an event with his co-star??!?!?!?

things like these... i'm already expecting.... and praying they won't happen... also if they do... i wouldn't be very surprised... and i'm actually very parasocially attached to jj and thanaerng's irl relationship so i feel like i'm even extra protective of their relationship than i already do.

and i'm definitely going off track here... but yes i'm very much looking forward to having jj krissanapoom on my screen again, in this BL series about a cop solving a series of murders of dying patients, to which his doctor boyfriend is the no.1 suspect of.

and here's a cute recent clip of all three people jaylerr, gun and tay to end my lengthy incoherent ramble

[cxffecoupx]

✧˖*°࿐ 2024 tumblr wrapped

as this year comes to an end, and we revisit the memories it brought, it's only appropriate that we go through this past year in this account. thankfully, i was tagged by @monamipencil in her tumblr wrapped post, which gave me the motivation to make this post (which i otherwise would have procrastinated on) that gives me the opportunity to share a glance at this year in writing.

before we get into it, i wanna take a moment to thank everyone from the bottomest pit of my little heart: followers; fellow creators who I always look up to; every anon who's sent me an ask, even if it's just to ramble; everyone who's read any of my work and who's shown love to them. what this account is right now, is all because of your support and love. so really, i love you with every single living cell in my body.

for some basic details:

this account was created on may 14 (counting the day of the first post), so it's been 232 days of cxffecoupx!

as of the moment i'm writing this, we have 762 followers — a truly huge family indeed!

i've posted 40 works (crazy to even think about that??)

made 326 posts all together (i do yap a lot).

made a few really good friends...

...and also realised i would like to post even more in the coming year

for someone as inconsistent as me, i sure feel very surprised at the performance this year (you can actually see how low I'd expected of myself lol), and i'm so so grateful to y'all for all your love.

now, for some post specific stats:

again, i've posted 40 works this year.

top fic of 2024 — [11:18 pm]; seungcheol × reader; 2k notes.

longest fic — realising they're in love with you; ot13 × reader; 1.4k words. here for you; joshua × reader; 1.4k words .

personal fav — (you can't make me choose btw my babies >:(!!) what 2 am with them looks like; ot13 × reader. cheol as a girl dad; seungcheol × reader.

top member — seungcheol (very biased, i know).

total word count of 2024 — (idk i need my laptop to check ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ; will update soon tho).

this is all about my writing and works. again, i would like to thank every single one of you who's taken even a little time out to read any of it; i seriously cannot express it enough, i really really mean it.

using this section to dedicate some special thanks and extra love to a few people:

@simpxxstan — no amount of words would be enough to thank you. for all the times you've patiently listened to my rants and silliest ideas. for every time you've approached me to share your own thoughts because that just makes me feel soo loved. for all the times you've supported and encouraged me, not just for all the caratlife related stuff, but also personal problems and struggles. for helping me get through this semester of master's while you were going through it yourself. if i could invent a new word to convey all the gratefulness i have towards you, i'd gladly use that right now.

@seungcheorry — one of the reasons cxffecoupx is what it is today. if it weren't for your support and guidance, i'd still be using my personal account and there would be no cxffecoupx. and although it all started like that, you've only continued to show your kindness by your ongoing support and love, even during difficult times for you. please know that i'll always be here for you to reach out to. always.

@wonuumelody — the first friend i made here. the first person who messaged me to tell me how much she liked my very first post. literally gave me all the more reason to keep posting, because if not for anyone else, then atleast for her. thank you so much for your kind words that day; it still keeps me going.

@ylangelegy — where do i even begin with kae? i found the account through a coincidence and it's been such a rollercoaster ride for me since then. tbh, i look up to them as someone i'd like to use as my guiding light when things get rough. when i feel like the words i write do not look pretty, they're always the first to show me that they are. and that it more than enough at the time for me. my personal cheerleader, know that i'm always at the bleachers, cheering you on too.

@monamipencil — this is such a whiplash for me because this person was someone i used to look up to since the beginning of my cxffecoupx days,,, and then one day she interacted with my posts???? ris starstruck moment fr because i could not believe my eyes. so this will forever remain a core memory for me. truly.

@hearts4hansol — ofc i need to mention my secret santa, the one who kept me so entertained this whole month of december and gifted me something so so special that it'll remain in a part of my mind and heart for as long as cxffecoupx exists. i want to apologise again for all the messages i haven't replied to yet, and also thank you for all the silent support you've given me 'anonymously'.

@mejaemin — my only nct moot here. she has a special place in the neon green section of my heart. i love you so so much.

plus a few other people i'm sure to have left out. please don't feel i've forgotten, because someway or another, i'm grateful for your love and your part in showing support that has given me fuel to keep going on. this also goes to all the anons who've sent in their requests (including those i havent yet responded to; i see them everyday and i will most definitely get to them).

resolutions for next year?

write more — seriously. even though i feel like 40 works for half of the year seemed surprising to me, i do hope to be able to post some good stuff i can feel proud of. it's a bit difficult, but i'll try my best to reach there.

work through the requests and drafts — i have around 10-15 requests in the inbox, and nearly 30-40 little drafts (one-liners mostly, a brief clue about the idea i jotted down earlier). i would LOVE to be able to work through those and finish them up. that would honestly be so satisfying omg.

as a sidenote to the previous two resolutions, i would like to finish winter wonderland — by posting the remaining two drabbles. i know i've been pushing it for too long now, and i hate it as much as you do, honestly. so i would love to get that done first tbvh.

interact more — come across more writing blogs and make more moots. it's always fun to talk to someone (i am like this only on the net). this would also allow me to read more variety of stories and possibly learn something from them.

on a personal note — do well academically, make more friends, (hopefully) find new love, travel and explore more... might add more to this bingo card.

with this, we reach the end of my 2024 tumblr wrapped (ended up a little too long, pardon). thank you so much for this opportunity to let me take a glance back at this year, to learn from my mistakes and do better next time.

(not really tagging anyone because 2024 is almost over now, but if she's up to it, then i'd love to see @simpxxstan do it + anyone else who's interested, (i'm a little nosy and) would love to see it!!)

the time here is 23:45.

signing off as cxffecoupx of 2024.

see you on the other side.

happy new year! i love y'all <3

[nausikaaa]

Six Sentence Sunday

thanks for tagging me @run-for-chamo-miles @that-disabled-princess and @orange-peony!

classicstober 2024's prompts have been announced and i'm super excited because it's historical figures! my obsession with Roman non-fiction and biographies has finally paid off!

i thought it would be a good opportunity to jumpstart my writing brain by writing lots of short and snappy things. and so today, i've written 1000 or so words for Regina of South Shields, who i've had the pleasure of visiting!

i'm about to ramble, so i'm putting it under a cut. also warning, i've included photos of a tombstone and a human skeleton. if you just want to read the six sentences and not see them, scroll fast right to the bottom.

so, this is Regina. or rather, her tombstone, discovered by builders in 1878, and a reconstruction of how it might have looked when it was erected. if you haven't heard of her, which is understandable, she was a British woman from modern day St Albans (near London) during the Roman occupation of Britain. she was sold as a slave (did her family need money? was she born a slave? we don't know) and bought by a man named Barates, from Palmyra, a city in modern day Syria, who was either a soldier or at least travelling with the Roman army. they moved to a garrison close to Hadrian's Wall in what is now South Shields in the north east, and Barates fell in love with Regina. he freed her and they got married.

her tombstone is mostly important because it tells us that a Syrian man was in Britain during this time, and since her tombstone has Palmyrene script on it, and the chances he engraved his own wife's tombstone are slim, there was likely at least one other Syrian person who could engrave headstones around. which suggests that there was a whole group! the name of the Roman fort in South Shields was Arbeia, which could even mean "the place of the arabs."

it's estimated that a third of people in Britain during the Roman occupation were long distance migrants, and most were not slaves, as is often assumed. Ivory Bangle Lady, who I have also visited in York Museum and who lived around the same time, is believed to have come from Africa. and she was a wealthy free woman!

but what about Regina? well, we know she was from the Catuvellauni tribe, and that she died aged 30. we can assume she spun wool as she's depicted doing so on the tombstone, which was a respectable pastime for Roman women, and she's shown wearing lots of jewellery, so she probably led a comfortable life.

but we don't know how she felt about her marriage, as her tombstone is in Barates' words. did she love him back, or was she under duress to marry him to improve her own prospects? did they have children? did she have friends in Arbeia? did she have to learn Aramaic or Latin to communicate with Barates, or did he know Celtic? we simply don't know. so much of her personality has been lost to time.

so my challenge was to write something that pieces together various possibilities to create what could be an approximation of who Regina was. to give her some life, a voice, and at least a bit of agency.

okay. enough preamble. here's six lines:

I had grown and reached my twentieth year, and as the dark circles beneath my eyes disappeared and the warmer months led me to abandon my woollen cloak, I noticed men's behaviour towards me change. I am not the type to play at being coy- I knew they found me attractive. With my white skin, red hair, and pale blue eyes, I was exotic to them. I stood out.

I noticed Barates' behaviour change too. I realised I had a choice to make.

if you want to know more about Regina, my main source is this podcast by Mary Beard, but i also took inspiration from the book Roman Woman by Lindsay Allason-Jones.

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