#she moved before i could grab a pic lol

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a little blurry bc my hands are still bothering me but sweets fell asleep on my leg while i was sitting up, so i guess i’m sleeping sitting up tonight because it’s super illegal to move him when he’s this cute. i guess he wore himself out with lola today because he is passed out cold.

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Opposites Attract

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Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | Jason in your hyperfeminine pink bedroom (and house lol)

Warnings | Reader isn’t infantalized she just likes feminine things lol, fluff, kissing, Jay being a big fat softie.

Words | 1.2 k

Notes | Honestly idk. I’m going through an aesthetic change rn and was struck with a vision one day lol. (Also this pic set is a direct result of there being literally no pictures or gifs of Jason 😭 I had to take matters into my own hands smh.)

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You always loved when Jason came over. You loved his company of course, but mostly you just loved seeing him in your house, especially your room. 

There’s something almost comical about a six foot tall, burly, vigilante, who’s covered in scars and only wears dark clothes, standing amongst all of the baby pink and white, and the delicate silk and lace in your bedroom. He sticks out terribly, even in the rest of your house, and you can’t help but be amused by it everytime. 

You were sitting in bed with a book tonight, wearing a white babydoll nightie and hugging your teddy bear to your chest. When you heard a noise from outside your bedroom, you stiffened, your heart beating faster and harder in your chest. You strained your ears to listen and for a few seconds it was completely silent until you heard quiet footsteps. Before you could react your door was opening and you almost breathed a sigh of relief when you saw who it was. All of the anxiety quickly melted into happiness. 

“Jay!” You said excitedly, setting your book on the nightstand. 

“Hi, princess.” His hair was still a little damp and he was in casual clothes so he must’ve done some vigilante stuff tonight— a while ago you scolded him for tracking mud on your rug and getting blood on your sheets, and ever since then, you’ve demanded that he comes here completely clean. 

You set down the teddy bear and got up to greet him properly, with a hug and a kiss. His hands settled on your waist over the soft material of your dress and you placed your arms on his shoulders, standing up on your toes so he didn’t have to bend down so much. When he pulled back from the kiss, you whined quietly, making him chuckle. 

“You scared me.” You frowned. Even thought you gave him a key, you wished he’d knock because of how naturally quiet he always is. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” He murmured, giving you another quick kiss, making you forget all about that. “Should I be jealous?” He asked and you furrowed your brows, not understanding because you were still dazed from both kisses. But he explained once he saw your expression. “That you’re cuddling with another man in your bed.” You couldn’t keep the little giggle in, especially when he started smiling. 

“No.. It’s just Teddy.” You said through a quiet laugh. “Plus now that you’re here, I can cuddle with you instead.” You gave him a bright smile and he chuckled under his breath, bringing a hand up to brush your hair back, then cup your cheek. 

“I’m not intruding?” 

“Nope. I was just reading.”  

“Good cause I thought we could bake some cookies and have a movie night.” You were nodding eagerly before he could even finish. 

It was mostly him putting everything together and you following his every move with heart eyes. You wanted to help, but each time you tried, he sat you back down. He gave you the spoon for you to lick the extra batter from while he finished everything up. When the utensil was clean, he grabbed it and put it in the sink, then walked over to you and picked you up, taking you to the couch. You giggled as you clung to him— you didn’t think he’d drop you, it was just a habit that eased your nerves. When you were both on the couch with your legs over his, his hand on your thigh, and his arm around your shoulders, he leaned down and gave you a quick kiss. 

“I missed you, baby.” He rasped, making your cheeks heat up. 

“I saw you three days ago.” You chuckled breathlessly, even though you probably missed him more than he did. 

“And that was three days too long. What have you been up to, pretty girl?” He leaned down even farther and pressed soft kisses to your neck. You let out a shaky breath and gripped his shirt. 

“N-nothing… Just working on some hobbies.” You shrugged, getting a little sad. You wished you lived with him. You wished you could make dinner every night for both of you, clean up around the house, help him out of his clothes when he got home on days that he was particularly battered, give him a massage— and… anything else he might need— whenever he’s feeling stressed… You wanted it all. But you couldn’t have it, not yet at least. 

“Yeah?” He lightly nipped at your neck, making you let out a startled whimper. 

“Mhm.” You hummed, letting your eyes flutter shut. He kissed down your neck to your shoulder and slowly moved the fabric down to expose more skin. “Jay…” You said through a breath, trying not to get overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips on you. 

“Hm?” He moved to your collarbone now, slowly kissing across it to the center of your chest. 

“Need you.” You whined, starting to squirm. His hand started rubbing up and down your thigh, probably to soothe you, but it only got you more worked up. “Please?” You used the voice that always gets you what you want and he pulled back to look at you, letting out a heavy sigh as his lips curled into a small smile. 

“I can’t say no to you, princess.” You all but beamed in response, excited to get what you wanted. His hand started sliding up your leg until he gripped your hip, under the nightie, making your breath hitch. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and smiled when you started squirming again. He never broke the kiss as he lifted your body and set you in his lap, straddling his legs. Both of his hands squeezed your hips, teasing the waistband of your panties, and yours moved to his hair, tugging lightly. 

Faintly, you heard a noise from the kitchen, but you couldn’t focus on it. When he pulled back, you whined and tried to kiss him again, but he placed a gentle hand on your neck as a warning. 

“I have to get the cookies, baby.”

“Let them burn, I don't care.” You were still squirming, trying to get friction and pleasure that he wouldn’t allow. 

“You say that now, but in half an hour you’ll be pouting about how you don’t have any cookies.” He chuckled, making you frown. He didn’t give you another chance to protest before he was lifting you off his lap and placing you back on the couch. You grabbed his hand when he started walking past you, looking up at him with pleading eyes and a pout. 

“You’re my good girl… you can wait just a little longer, can’t you?” You frowned and averted your gaze for a moment, then nodded. He gave you a soft smile as he cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “Thank you, baby.” He said proudly, making you blush, then continued on toward the kitchen. You turned around and leaned your chin on the back of the couch to watch him. 

He looked so silly in your kitchen full of pink colors, towels with lace trim, and flower themed decor. But he looked even sillier wearing your pink oven mitts as he took the tray out of the oven. You bit back a smile as you watched him reach for a heart shaped spatula to put the cookies on a plate. 

Despite the incongruity in the delicate setting, he managed to blend in seamlessly, almost making the contrast appear natural. It was giving you even more proof that he belonged here— belonged with you. 

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The Mentor Pt. 6

Finnick Odair x Reader

Summary: Five more years of victordom have passed, but the Capitol is still throwing surprises at you.

Part Five | Part Seven

A/N: SURPRISE! This is coming back because I felt like it and some lovely folks left comments recently ♥️ we can blame my absence on this semester, but thank putting off a 14 page final paper for this bout of productivity! (Also I was going for a ranch vibe with this pic? I'll start putting his face back on these soon lol)

Warnings: description of blood

Tears welled in your eyes as you finished dicing yellow onions, and you wiped your face with the back of your arm as you turned to scrape them into the pot. Caesar Flickerman’s voice floated in from your living room, the TV playing in the background so you could keep an eye on the quarter quell special. Count on Caesar to draw the whole thing out, emphasizing the significance of the anniversary and whatnot. You couldn’t help but be curious, though. The last quarter quell had fifty tributes, and you weren’t even alive to see it. You had, however, seen its effects on your occasional drinking buddy, so you were certain this year would be a doozy. 

It seemed Caesar was finally getting to the point as you began chopping a red pepper. He introduced the President, and your hand tightened around the knife as Snow began his address. That voice haunted your dreams, and hearing it at home was far more unpleasant than anywhere else. You did your best to tune him out. That was, until he announced it. 

“As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, on this, the third quarter quell games, the male and female tribute are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district.” 

Your ears began to ring, and suddenly, you couldn’t hear the rest. Existing pool of victors. Existing pool of victors. Sharp pain brought your vision back into focus, and you blinked to find blood from the backs of your knuckles spilling over your pepper. Though your brain stopped moving, your hands hadn’t. 

You took a silent step back from the counter, staring at the ruined cutting board. Tearing your gaze away, you started rifling through cupboards trying to find a towel. The ironclad grip your dominant hand kept on the knife wasn’t helping, but it certainly hadn’t occurred to you to let it go. Out of options, you shoved your hand under the faucet and watched water carry excess blood away.

Vaguely, you registered the pain in your hand as your water heater got to work, but your eyes stayed locked on the drain. A loud ring of the phone startled you out of your reverie, to the point where you’d launched your still-dirty kitchen knife into the wall next to it. But it pointed you in the direction of some towels, at least, and you snatched a clean one from the laundry basket on the stairs. 

Sat on the second to last stair, you hunched over to wrap your hand. The world felt surreal as you stared at your shoddily covered wound, only looking up when your door burst open. You weren’t surprised to see Darla. Her scraped knees, bloody nose, and breathlessness didn’t shock you either. She probably fell when running over, but you were sure you looked just as frazzled. Grabbing her a towel from the basket, you nudged her with it before she could sit. 

“Answer Finnick.” 

She picked the phone up from the receiver, doing a double take when she registered the kitchen knife. 

“Howdy,” she huffed, licking her top lip and clearing some blood. 

You could barely hear Finnick’s resigned tone from the other end. “Hey, D,” he breathed. “How’s…” he trailed off. 

“Well, there’s blood on the cabinets,” your head popped up when she said it. You hadn’t even noticed the trail you’d left in your wake, “Water on the floor, and a knife in the wall.”

The faucet was still on, too, and you definitely hadn’t turned off the stove. It was a relatively generous assessment from her. 

“Will you put her on?” 

Darla stuck the phone straight in your face. When you grabbed it she reached for another towel, and pushed it along the floor with her foot. 

“Finnick,” your tone was almost too even for the circumstance. 

“Don’t do it,” Finnick warned, knowing you far too well. 

“Save it,” you shot right back, “I know you’re thinking it too.” 

“I don’t have a choice,” he said firmly. "They all have kids. Who would I be if I didn’t?” 

Though Darla was busy cleaning up after your spell, you weren't stupid enough to think she wasn't listening. “You know I feel similarly,” you chose your words carefully. 

Finnick did know, he’d seen what you’d given up for Darla. How you’d put yourself through the wringer for years just to spare her. He had no doubt you’d act just the same now. Only he didn’t want you to. He would’ve hated seeing Darla in there, but he’d be a dead man if you were in the arena with him. Your stubbornness didn’t stop him from making a final plea. 

His soft call of your name cut your heart worse than you’d cut your hand. Suddenly, you could no longer bear speaking to the man who’d been your constant for the past five years. “I’ll talk to you soon. I’ll see you soon, Fin. Take care of yourself.” You stood and shoved the phone back on the receiver before he could say another word. Talking to him, thinking about him, neither would help you hold yourself together. 

You stepped away from the phone, but stopped in your tracks to look at the knife. Some of your blood still lingered. 

“Leave it,” Darla called from the kitchen, “it’s a bold new piece of decor.” She’d taken up interior design in the wake of her victory. You shook your head with a tiny smile tugging at the corner of your lip. 

Coming to her side, you both looked down into the pot she’d taken off the stove. Burnt onion wouldn’t make much of a base. “There’s leftover pasta in the fridge,” you offered, sadly. 

“Yes please,” she nodded quietly. You passed behind her to heat some up, and she settled onto one of the stools at your counter. It took you a minute one-handed, but Darla seemed too absorbed in quiet reflection to care. 

She dug in as soon as you slid her a bowl, but you stopped short before sitting down with your own. She raised a brow. 

“I’ll be back,” you shook your head, taking your dish and slipping on shoes. The wind whisked straight through your clothes as you crossed the street. 

Darby had never been close with you, nor Darla. He was there when she won, and you could tell he was somewhat relieved to only bring home one casket. But you weren’t close enough for him to tell you that, because he wasn’t your trainer.

He wasn’t even there when you’d won. The story was that Darby was too ill. It was true, only the illness was drug induced. District Ten had only one trainer that year. 

The woman who had trained Darby had trained you, and you were the last District Ten victor she’d lived to see. Sam was kind but incredibly sharp. Gentle, yet challenging. Observant and astute, she’d assessed you for all you were and marketed a more palatable version to the good citizens of the Capitol. Beyond helping you survive the games, she helped you navigate the aftermath. Without Sam and without your Nana, you wouldn’t have lasted a month outside the arena. She picked you up and dusted you off again and again like your mother had when you were a girl who thought she was invincible. No time had hurt as badly as losing your first tributes, though, but Sam saw you through that too. 

Before your second try at mentoring, however, she’d died. A horseback riding accident was the official story, but Sam had left the leather watch she loved at your house just before. She insisted on doing the dishes after you’d made dinner, and you later found it by the sink. Sometimes you swore you caught glimpses of her long silver braid. Each time it happened, you opened the drawer of your nightstand to stare at her watch.

Her death hit Darby hard, they’d been the only two Ten victors for a while. He hardly held it together during Darla’s games. Afterwards, he fell apart.

You’d been mentoring with Darla ever since, comforting her with each loss as Sam had with you. But you knew Darby had seen this announcement, and everyone in the district knew what it meant. 

You stood at his door a few minutes after knocking. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you felt compelled to come over anyway.  

A blue eye peaked from where the door had finally opened a crack. You held up the still-steaming bowl as an offering. Darby pulled the door fully open and stalked off into his house. Trailing after him, and closing the door behind you, you noticed how skinny he’d gotten since you’d last seen him. 

“Thanks,” he said, raspy, when he took the bowl from you finally. You could only nod. 

“I’m sorry,” you offered, knowing full-well how little it meant. Darby only sighed and shook his head. 

He shrugged, stabbing a fork firmly into the bowl. “I always had that feeling,” he shook his head. Your brows furrowed in confusion, and he went on, “that it wasn’t over. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it. They own us, of course they’d want us back.” 

His passe tone rattled you. You nervously wiped your non-covered palm on your pants, “Right.” You looked around his dusty home awkwardly, “Well, see you soon.” Trying to leave him in peace and for your own, you made for the exit. 

“I’ll say hi to Sam for you,” he said from behind you, mouth full. It stopped you in your tracks. You couldn’t even look back at him. 

“Thanks.” 

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The months leading up to the reaping were hellish, with you and Darla trying to shed your rustiness. You insisted you both throw your all into prepping for this, but that was mostly a ruse. Volunteering for her had been your plan since the announcement. At the very least, you enjoyed your time at home with her. You hadn’t gotten any calls about trips to the Capitol, and Finnick told you he hadn’t either. At least they were letting you enjoy your last few months alive. 

As Winter went, and Spring too, the day had finally come. Off to die for the second time. 

You zipped the fly on a pair of jeans you hadn’t ever worn. Your stylists had shoved them in your closet a long time ago- since they looked exactly like the ones you’d won in. The head gamemaker your year had a background in fashion, and gave tributes plenty of chances to change dirty or worn clothes in for unique ones.  People loved the look so much that denim had been a brief Capitol fashion trend. You figured it’d send a message to anyone who knew. After all, you’d cheated death in these once, you could do it again. 

You were up early, and since you and Darla had agreed to arrive separately, you took a long walk around your home district. Your long lap, with sights you’d grown up loving and smells you’d always scrunched your nose at, was met with a few pitying glances. Eventually, it lead you to the Justice Building, and you took an extremely early seat. People took their places as the hours passed. 

"Remember, it’s just for show," Sam’s voice rang in your head. It was the last thing she said to you before you entered the arena. 

“Hey,” your head snapped to your right where Darla took her seat. She looked tense. You took her hand and squeezed it, a silent reassurance. It’s not you. You’ll be ok. I’ll miss you. 

The district filed in for the ceremony, unusually unorganized. The only people the Peacemakers were concerned about policing, however, were already on stage. 

Your annoyingly vibrant district escort began the ceremony, and you ignored her for as long as you could bear it. “Ladies first,” you blinked to attention, head held high. This was it. Dug your nails into your palm to stop your hands from shaking. You swallowed. I volunteer as tribute. You willed the words to the front of your brain, hopefully convincing your mouth to form them when the time came. 

But you didn’t have to. She had called your name. You willed your face to remain impassive as you squared your shoulders. You forced yourself to take a proud step forward. Perception was everything here. You couldn’t look weak, not to the capitol, and not to your fellow tributes. 

“I volunteer as tribute!” 

Your well-crafted mask fell with the words. Shoulders sank as you turned to her in shock. Not once did you think she’d volunteer for you. But you could almost hear Finnick’s voice reminding you how similar you were. It was why you got along like a house on fire. Only, this time you had been so recklessly loyal to her you’d miscalculated. And it would almost certainly cost your tribute her life. 

“Darla,” you breathed, quiet enough for only her to heard, and sharp enough for it to come across as scolding. 

She didn’t even turn your way. 

You were escorted straight to the train before Darby could even be picked by default. The new (old) District Ten tributes were escorted straight to the train as well. Only then could you confront your mentee. 

“What the fuck was that?!” You stood in a rage. She walked right past you toward the couches, but you caught her wrist.  

“You don’t get to scold me for saving your life,” she shook her head, and tugged her wrist free.

“Sure I do, when you’ve acted like a fool! It was random, D! We agreed to let it be random!” 

“Oh, that’s rich!” She scoffed. 

“Excuse me?!” 

“You’re still lying! You really think I didn’t know you were going to volunteer for me?” Darla asked, throwing her hands up in frustration. She fell back onto the couch. 

You stepped back, anger fully dissipated. “What?” 

“You hung up on Finnick nearly every time I’d walk in,” she shrugged, “you’re brave not subtle.”

Your shoulders sagged, and you lowered yourself onto the luxurious Capitol sofa next to her. For a second, you let your head fall into your hands. 

“Still,” you persisted, looking straight ahead, “it was going to be me. You didn’t have to-“ 

“I know what all you’ve done for me,” she said simply. You sat straight up, finding her face with wide eyes. No.

“Finnick?” He wouldn’t. 

“Johanna,” she shook her head. Your shoulders sagged. It made sense that Johanna knew, she was almost in the same situation. And you wouldn’t have expected them to keep things from each other, not before they broke up at least. 

“Darla,” you started. Why hadn’t she confronted you when she found out? How long had she been holding on to this knowledge? Did she think differently of you? 

“You’ve been falling on your sword for me for five years,” Darla said solemnly, “it’s high time I took it away from you.” 

Your stomach ached, and tears blurred your vision, “D.” 

She pulled you in for a hug when your voice broke. “You gave me my life back,” she whispered, “I’m only doing the same.” 

You pulled away from her, wiping vigorously at your face. “I won’t watch you lose.” 

She sniffled a wry laugh, “then make me win. Maybe this time it'll stick.” 

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Yandere!Wally Darling x Female Reader.

Summary: Reader goes for a stroll in the woods on the edge of The Neighborhood when it starts to feel like somethings wrong, when something tells them they’ve done all this before

AN- This is my first shot at a “Welcome Home” one-shot and I really hope that it turns out decent lol

Key: P/F= Preferred Flowers

TW: Manipulative behavior!!. Very descriptive setting/ other worldly feelings/ out of body feeling.

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Breathing in the bittersweet and earthy tones of the hearty oak trees around you, your feet continue their walk on the colorfully (soft?) road. In your right arm a basket from Julie, you had been at her house to help her with a new garden set up and in return she gifted you a bouquet of (p/f)!

In your left hand you where periodically smelling the crazy rose you found growing alone a few feet away from all the other single colored roses, the outside petals where a beautiful royal blue and the inside was a dark hellish black. For some odd reason you saw it and just couldn’t stop thinking of the Darling, your darling, Wally Darling. You and Wally have been a thing for as long as you could remember. You’ve always lived in Home with him, you two are rarely apart, always attached at the hip.

You tried racking your brain as to how this crazy flower reminded you of him, maybe because it was so different, and to you Wally felt different. It would make sense you see him differently than the rest, he’s your love.

An odd feeling drew you from your thoughts, the pressure of a hard ground beneath your feet, and not the comfortable cradling one it was just in. Looking around you came to your senses and realized you where into the forest now, the colorful road long gone, you couldn’t even tell how far from it you where. Inspecting your surroundings it not only felt like you where looking around, but like something was watching you back, part of you wanted to believe it was watching you to keep you safe, but you knew it wasn’t real…..

You always asked Wally to go on pic-nic’s in the forest but he would steer you far far from the tall woods.

Thinking you could find your way back on your own you turned around and tried to go back the way you came. As you went on it felt like not only the ground was hard, but the sticks on the trees seemed harder than the soft squishy ones you would throw to Barnaby. Instead of the comfy rounded ends that would bump into you to make you aware of their presence, these sticks felt harsh and pokey, almost like they where grabbing at you with hands that belonged to the bodies the eyes inhabited and were pulling at your pretty mini rainbow dress that complimented your Wally.

Continuing your trek into the woods you started to realize little by little the odd changes. The air felt thick and muggy… you thought your eyes where tricking you, on the very edges of the trees and the bushes there was a darkness barley peeking it’s head out of hiding, just around your pupils… the sounds of the birds and bugs started to dull out into a sharp pitched sound, like when your dancing with Wally late into the night and your radio channel ends with a sharp sound that Wally quickly turns off, only exposing you for a spilt moment…

The basket in your arms feeling heavier then before, looking down to see the reason…. Your whole bouquet was wilted, all your pretty flowers you where going to show Wally… they where all dead, looking to the rose in your other hand the world around you started to spin, now instead of seeing it as your love, it made you feel sick, staring at the black center it consumed your eye sight, feeling like a black hole you where falling into.

You dropped the rose unable to move any other part of your body, the sharp brain warping sound filing your head, now not being able to feel anything, you slowly painfully lift your head to look around, there no more sounds, no more colors, no more dimension-

The trees are black lines filled in with a dark color that’s pulling you towards their gravity only for another to shove you in the opposite direction, the ground trips you even more off your trail as it looks like grey sand, slipping all over the floor. It doesn’t help when your already trying to get your way back. Everything started to move, the trees swayed almost animated… the bushes jumping up and down like an old cartoon, and then you, not even able to find a grip, because everything shocks you like static. A distorted voice coming from the trees breaks you out of your spin-

“Oh Mrs.Darling… My darling… haven’t we been through this already…. You can’t leave….. didn’t you learn that the first 3 times you tried this…..?”

Flashes of a bright white light blinding your vision and threw you in all sorts of directions, shapes and colors started to make pictures in your head.

A woman brushing a small girls hair into their favorite style

A bigger teenage boy throwing the smaller infant into the air and watching them giggle with joy…

A father and mother hugging the now ten year old child as a congratulations for making it to the next grade…

The older teenager who was once the child spending the day with their friends doing the things they all love…

The young adult once teenager hugging their parents in their soon to be filled apartment….

The grown woman sitting down after a long tiring day at their job, turning on the tv to watch a comforting show, the same, friendly, neighborly, bright colored show that kept them captive for hours.

a SNAP broke you from the visions and the warmth and comfort of your felt covered world came rushing back to you as you where almost blinded when the color seeped back into everything. Almost like time had been rewound to before you got lost from the road.

The stick that had just gave out beneath your foot being the only thing to assure you that what you had just been through was real. You took a step backward trying to catch your breath, feeling like something was gripping your lungs, the hands from the sticks grown into monstrously large and round hands squeezing every big of oxygen from squishy lungs, wringing them out like a water filled cloth. The ground giving out beneath you and throwing you back, almost like a million arms pushing you back towards your captivity.

Tumbling down the hill it’s impossible for you to hurt yourself, he made sure of that. Just the shock of everything that recently happened, you opened your mouth to scream but you weren’t even sure if anything came out…

You hit the bottom of the hill feeling your basket crush under your heavy body, the squished flowers ruining your dress, as you just lay there breathing, catching your breath, you hear light footsteps coming up to you. Pushing yourself up with all of your leftover strength your able to sit up, using your hips to cradle the rest of your upper anatomy you just look around.

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“Oh my- DARLING!! Oh, are you alright?” Wally scrambled over to you with concern.

You’re standing in front of a flower field, turning around to face him he gasped and paused where he was standing. “Oh love, what happened?” Words escaped your mouth before you could form them, you couldn’t speak- your dress was torn up, your pretty little flower basket crushed, your hair undone from the pretty braids Wally had done that morning.

“I….. I Uhm…… I don-“

What had happened….. did you pass out? Yeah… yeah that must be it, how else could you explain your state.

“I was helping Julie and I must’ve passed out on my way back to Home” placing your hand on your head wiping off……….. sand? You shook out your dress as best you could and as the dress seemed to get rid of the sand it was gone the minute your eyes met it.

“Oh Darling you where never at Julie’s house.” Wally said with that calming smile.

“I wasn’t?” Looking down to your dress you saw that it was torn up and soggy but no remnants of your ruined flowers.

“There was a huge rainstorm, you came out to collect your gardening tools so they wouldn’t get ruined, that was 15 minutes ago I’ve been frantic.” He stated with a downward worried gaze going to embrace you.

Placing your head to his chest feeling the soft comforting warmth you always have, feeling so tired from……….. the storm, your ready to give out.

“Oh Darling your dress is all ruined, and your face is all muddy, oh my poor love, let’s go inside and get you cleaned up so we can head to bed, don’t worry my darling I’ve got you………. I won’t let you go………”

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Opening your eyes your now at your vanity in your room, Wally’s brushing out your hair. Your wearing your matching blue pajama set.

“There we go my beauty, all cleaned up” he placed his hands on your arms and laid his head atop yours.

“Look at my pretty darling, my beautiful darling.” He sighed out kissing the top of your head then turning you around so that he may hold you just as he did in your garden.

Letting him go you spin around happily and throw yourself onto his side of the bed, giggling you see Home wave the cupboard doors around and shiver the room a bit. Wally chuckles a bit and lies down with you, all three of you sighing out in content, Home simply expanding the room a bit almost in a relaxed state.

“Goodnight Wally”

“Goodnight my darling” as you lay together you gaze into his eyes, thinking about how beautiful the color of his eyes would be as a flower…

[bainutwater85]

Rock Lee nsfw hcs pleaseee I feel like he’s such a sub. Bonus points if reader has piercings n tattoos and is more masc

yesss anon, i love him sm!! they could never make me hate THE ROCK LEE. and also sorry if the last pic doesn’t look like him in boruto or in the arc where naruto and hinata got married lol they don’t have many pics of him when he’s older and idk why cause he’s such a cutiee.

a/n: i hope this doesn’t bother you but i don’t really like writing masc readers? it’s kinda not my cup of tea same as male readers😅 i usually only write fem readers w fem parts, yknow? but i can improvise and make the reader somewhat masc ^_^. Also sorry for my absence. i’ve been job hunting and trying to muster up enough money for my necessities like getting my phone repaired & paying off 2 of my bills. I might end up doing commissions soon if i don’t find a job yet. Just waiting for my employer to email me saying i have the job😊👍🏾

cw: dom!reader, whiny!sub!rock lee, edging, overstim, deepthroating, cockwarming, cumplay

no matter how much he whines and tells you to stop messing around when you’re on top of him, has his cock in ur mouth or the pad of your thumb swirling around his purplish and swollen tip— he really does enjoys it and 9/10 doesn’t want you to stop at all.

very sensitive. like from the neck to his balls…n gets really nervous when you find your way to any of those parts especially while you two are in public.

i feel like even if you aren’t dominant..you’d still need to initiate the first move snd the ones after the first move because he’s as nervous as ever. Not saying he never got any play..and yeah he knows what he’s doing but he doesn’t always want to be the one in control, yknow? can’t blame him tbhh.

his nose, cheeks, and ears get all red and his eyes watery while you still make your hands up and down on his slender shaft for the last hour or so. overstimulating him and making him beg , chase for his own orgasm. He goes to grab your wrist with a shaking hand but fails because you rubbed that one little vein on his cock that made him reach the stars, his cum splurging all over himself snd you.

speaking OF cum. whenever he cums on your command or when you’re feeling nice to not make him wait for his own release. You give him a helping (?) hand while you rub and lick up his mess that’s spread all over his toned stomach like jelly.

he loves a lady with some muscles. not too buff or defined but sharp enough to where you can see it when she flexes intentionally or unintentionally. (tenten) he pays attention to small stuff, even when he’s trying not to cum inside your tight hole. like the tendon that shows on your back when you move around w little with his cock nearly pushing against that soft spot inside you.

definitely not into any of that hardcore dom stuff..like rimjobs and pegging. He prefers to keep his submission elsewhere,, yknow?? that’s not his type of flavor to be diddled with in the butt..his butt.

if you can’t fuck him, he’ll definitely let you suck him. hands free while he works or does whatever he does on his spare time that doesn’t involve moving and running like w chicken without a head. So there you are, snugged between his legs on the couch with his tip, almost far down your esophagus. Eyes water and your toes curling, toenails leaving crescent shaped marks in the bottom of your feet. He doesn’t look at you because if he does..he just knows it’ll be a big mess or awkward looks exchanged between the two of you. Adam’s apple faulting back as he gulps, trying to get a glance at your messy and wet face from your spit, his cum and precum like a naughty child.

but he ends up risking it all and tossing the remote to the side before gripping on your head snd pushing you further down on his cock. Exasperated moans of relief fall from his lips when his eyes roll to the back of his hands nd his hips slightly buck. You groan and moan with a mouthful of cock n cum. But it’s okay, he’s fine, who would get mad at him tho?

[queenofmistresses]

Hii, if requests are open could I get one with James maguire and reader where she gets drunk and is extremely cuddly and pouty with him?? Clinging to him, admiring his hands etc?? Obv the girls are having sm fun teasing him for it. She ends up falling asleep on him and he has to carry her to bed where she asks him to sleep with her?? They wake up the next day to the others taking a pic and teasing them sm they end up confessing??? Thanks!!

a/n definitely still taking requests, been a bit slow with then recently but still open! Love this request too it’s so cute! Also i don’t drink so i’ve never been drunk so this is a guess lol

let me know what you think!

i love going to parties just for the excuse with drinking with my friends. This one was beinf held by Michelle while her mum’s away. The problem is, I cannot hold my alcohol, I get drunk fast, much to everyone’s amusement but mine.

Tonight, for some reason, I really want to be close to James. He looks so cute tonight. He’s sat on a sofa on the edge of a room on his own so I quickly stumble towards him and plop myself as close to him as I can without actually being on top of him. I look up and stare at his face, not entirely sure what I’m looking for.

“What are you pouting for?” He asks, I didn’t even realise I was pouting but I was barely paying attention to his words as I look down at his arm. I notice his hand and pick it up, staring intensely at it and tracing the marks on his hand slowly.

“Oi James better enjoy this, might be the last time a girl willingly touches you.” I hear Michelle tease from somewhere near by, I pay even less attention to this as she keeps teasing and James tells her to leave as alone, the conversation going in one ear and out the other. I try to memorise every small mark on his hand but I forget what I’ve seen and keep starting again.

I’m not sure how long it is but eventually I get bored and stare up at him again. “Can I put my legs on your lap?” I ask with no shame, “Please?” I think I’m pouting again but I’m not sure. He stutters for a moment but agrees quickly and I hear myself giggle before swinging them around so I’ve turned and am relaxing into him. I keep hold of his hand, still fascinated despite the underlying boredom.

I feel myself getting more and more tired, and getting closer and closer to James. All I really know now is that my head is on his chest, I’m not playing with his hands, and it almost feels like he’s holding me. The party seems a million miles away now and the only thing I can feel is him as I drift in and out of sleep in his arms.

I’m half aware of the feeling of being carried up a set of stairs, I slightly open my eyes and see a blurry James in front of me, carrying me, and I let myself relax in his arms and go back to sleep.

I wake up what can’t be more than a couple minutes later with him tucking me under some covers in what must be his bedroom. He took me into his bedroom? Once he seems satisfied that I’m comfortable he starts to walk out, but I quickly decide I don’t want that. “Wait James, c-could you stay with me? Just for tonight? Please?”

“You’re drunk, I’m not sure that’s the best idea.” He responds, almost sounding disappointed.

“I’m not asking for anything weird just, lie next to me, go to sleep with me. Surely it’s better than whatever you were planning?”

He seems to consider his options for a moment but eventually he nods and walks back towards me, I can’t help but grin as he gets under the covers next to me. “How do you wanna-” he starts but I quickly grab his arm and press myself close to him and close my eyes, he doesn’t say anything after that and I fall asleep very quickly.

The next morning I wake up wrapped up in a pair of arms. It doesn’t take long for the evening to come back to me and I remember whose arms I’m wrapped in. I don’t dare move, I want to make the most of this moment while I can. I feel so warm and safe and comfortable. I would stay here forever if I could.

Then, my moment of solitude is interrupted with the clear sound of a camera. My eyes shoot open and my body jolts forward as I stare at the girls in front of my, giggling with a camera in Erin’s hands. I shove James gently but hard enough to disturb him. He makes a soft groaning noise and moves a little, I’m suddenly aware the his hands are still partially around me. “James? Wake up.” I say harshly. He opens his eyes and realises what’s happening, and let’s out a clearly annoyed groan.

“Don’t worry James I got a lovely souvenir of this moment for you to remember it on the rest of your nights alone.” Michelle teases, it pisses me off more than it really should, this is Michelle, she always makes comments like this, and James does his usual thing of telling her to leave him alone.

I don’t really remember what Michelle said next but I know she kept teasing, and again I really don’t know why this bothered me so much but apparently it did. Because my next move was looking over at James, grabbing his face with both hands, and planting a huge kiss on his lips with absolutely no thought process.

That shut Michelle up.

“Now will you girls please leave us alone?” I ask, not looking at James face. They quickly agree and mutter to themselves as they leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

I look down at the bed and where my hands have ended up in my lap. “I’m sorry I really don’t know what I was thinking, Michelle was just pissing me off more than usual and I wanted to shut her up which worked because I’ve never seen her more quiet in my entire life and she’s gone now so she’s not teasing us and I’m rambling now so I really should shut up before I say something I’ll regret.”

“It’s um it’s okay. I know you didn’t really mean it.” He almost mutters. My head shoots up to look at his, he almost looks sad, I don’t like that.

“And you’re sure of that why?” I ask, desperately trying to get him to look at me. “Would it be a bad thing if I did mean it?”

“Did you?” He looks at me and he looks hopeful for a moment. I’ve never been great at saying what I mean so I try to show it instead. I lift one of my hands up to his face, holding it gently and stroking his cheek with my thumb. I feel his hand find mine and he holds it as he leans towards me. I lean forward too, reaching close to him and melt instantly as his lips press gently against mine.

It’s everything I’ve dreamt of and more and I feel so at peace in this moment it’s unbelievable. I feel him smile into the kiss and that just makes me want to kiss him harder, so I do. We stay in bed just the 2 of us for the rest of the day coming to grips with the new.

In that moment I’m glad I’m such a lightweight

[d8nielaa]

baby girl as like a little kid and soda helping her with a bumped knee. we all know he's the most physically affectionate person, and darry is more practical. pony is crying bc you're crying, and dally comes over and is like damn kid man up LOL

Authors Note: yes anon!! dally would actually be so confused as to what is happening it’d be hilarious. First Babygirl Curtis fic!! So serious in the pic 🫡 im also gonna use the scenario that i put in the head cannon when Babygirl was like 6 on her bike.

⚠️ talks of small injuries; blood

You’re Okay,

The Curtis Brothers (+ gang) x Babygirl Curtis

It was a warm, sunny evening in the east side of Tulsa. It was after dinner, and Babygirl was riding her bike. She needed to clear her head, her train of thought was all messed up. Being the only girl in a boy filled household, was exhausting. She didn’t really feel like she belonged, only with Ace.

Babygirl had rode around the block a couple of times, the sun lowering down as the stars slowly began to appear. She became distracted and fascinated by this sight, that she failed to see the uneven sidewalk that came with a bunch of little sharp rocks. She rode over the sidewalk, which threw off her balance and caused her to fall of the bike. Her knee landed against the shark rocks, causing tears to brim her eyes.

The pain was unbearable, stinging and burning. She had also scraped her elbow, which allowed a small line of blood to trickle down her arm. Tears continued to brim her eyes, blurring her vision. The 6 year old felt she had no choice but to call out for her brother (s).

“S-soda!” She yelled with a shaky voice, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. Thankfully, the house was 2 houses down from where Babygirl was, so it only took one call for all three of her brothers to come out. Soda saw her, immediately running towards her, Ponyboy and Darry right on his tail.

He kneeled down next to the girl, a concerned look on his face.

“Baby-babygirl what happened?” Soda asked, the tone in his voice making the tears fall faster onto Babygirl’s cheeks.

“I-I fell off of-of my bike” The girl said shakily, trying to control her breathing while wiping her tears. Soda placed one of his arms under her knees, placing the other on her back as he slowly lifted her up.

Ponyboy watched, his eyes wide and full of pure sadness as Darry grabbed Babygirl’s bike, hauling it over to small shed they had while the other three walked back into the house.

Soda quickly made it inside, placing Babygirl on the couch while Ponyboy kneeled down next to her, holding her hand. Ponyboy and Babygirl were close, as close as siblings could get. Ever since Babygirl was born, a connection formed between the two. A few tears slipped down his face, which most people would find weird if they didn't know their history.

"Shhh, its okay baby, your okay." Ponyboy said, tears streaming down his face. It was like he was reassuring himself more than you.

The door slammed, causing the 7 and 6 year old to look up. In came Darry, alongside a 14 year old Dallas Winston. His expression was confused, yet concerned.

"Babygirl, you okay?" Dally asked, kneeling down beside Ponyboy, placing a hand on Babygirl's shoulder, while also rubbing Ponyboy's back.

"I-i fell and I scraped my knee a-and my elbow." the 6 year old mumbled out, tears running down her face as Darrel helped Sodapop look for the first aid kit. Dallas then looked at Ponyboy, confused as ever.

"Pony- why are you cryin?" He asked.

"Cause she's crying" Dallas gave the younger boy a deadpanned look.

"Man up Ponyboy, you're scaring her." Dallas said, causing Ponyboy to nod his head and try to stop crying. Sodapop and Darrel quickly came over, first aid kit in hand. They cleaned up her scrapes, before bandaging them and sitting the girl up. Sodapop sat on the couch beside her, pulling the younger girl onto his lap. He moved the small hairs out of her face, his gentle touch calming her down.

"Shhh, it's okay honey, you're okay."

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Authors Note: HIii guys!! sorry I haven't posted in a while I keep procrastinating writing but im back!! got another fic that should be up soon!

lots of love

[ughgoaway]

thinking of annie meeting her baby sibling for the first time and im crying! -🪤

ohmygoddd she would come into the hospital room SO NERVOUS. like you've never seen her before, Annie is usually a little ball of energy but she very carefully opens the door and peeks her head around anxiously.

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auntie charli and Uncle George have been looking after her whilst you and matty have been in hospital. it turned out to be much longer than you expected because baby boy was NOT coming out without a fight, so it was a fucking rough labour.

(charli later tells you that looking after Annie for over a day made her realise her and George aren't quite at the baby stage yet, "but maybe we'll get a fish or something")

I think you're holding baby boy, and matty is sitting on the end of the bed, ready to greet Annie. she runs up to him and immediately jumps onto his lap and anxiously burrows her head in his neck, peaking out every once in a while to look at you and baby boy.

"Do you wanna meet your brother peanut?" matty asks, stroking her curls and smiling over to you. if heart eyes could be personified, it would be matty in that moment. all his family in one room, his daughter about to meet his brother and the mother of his children looking the most beautiful he's ever seen her. (You deny this considering you haven't showered for 3 days and also haven't slept in 48 hours, but matty insits)

Annie nods tentatively and crawls up the bed to you. at first, she just stares, flicking her eyes from the baby to you and back to matty with a nervous smile the whole time. she builds up the confidence to touch him, and she very softly strokes his head. she giggles at the feeling and gets slightly more brave, grabbing his hand and ginning. baby boy wraps his hand around her thumb, and annie gasps. looking at you and matty saying, "Look, he's holding my hand!!" and matty just nods with wet eyes and a Cheshire-cat-like grin.

"Can I hold him?" she asks after 20 minutes of him holding her finger. She refused to move her hand until he let go, and the little contact obviously had built up her confidence massively.

"Of course, sweetheart, come lean against my chest, and we can hold him together, yeah?" You say softly. She nods, and you pass baby boy off to matty whilst she wiggles in.

she's giggling the whole time you're getting ready, but as soon as the baby is in her ams, she's silent. just staring down at him completely awestruck.

matty is, of course, having a photoshoot at the end of the bed and tearing up at the sight of his babies and the love of his life. until George shoos him off and takes photos of all of you, and that's the pic you send to everyone to announce the birth of your son :))))

(do you like that I still haven't mentioned his name bc I can't decide lol... im like 90% on arthur tho <3)

[alj4890]

OK, OK, OK... your assignment, if you choose to accept it:

An alternate version where Ethan bursts into the photo booth between pics 3 and 4.

I want this, but I'm shivering in fear that it will impede my beloved T/C. Of course, the original is canon in my mind; this would be sliding doors... and I still hope T/C end up together! lol)

GIRL, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME TODAY!!!! lol

*rolls up my sleeves and digs deep into my angsty bag of tricks all while cackling*

Alright @jerzwriter , I wasn't sure where this one would go when I started it, but here's where we ended up. I think this is how it would have gone down with Ethan bursting in. Some things are inevitable after all.

Original Version of Processing and Developing

Song Inspiration for this (since I'm a sucker for a good angst driven song): Without You by Henry Nilsson

Masterlist

Processing and Developing: Interrupted

Ines and Angie's Wedding reception...

They didn't take any props.

Ethan eyed the photo booth that Tobias had pulled a more than willing Chris into.

There were only a couple of reasons two people went into a photo booth together, and the one he suspected had him walking over to either prove or disprove his theory.

The first picture showed Tobias and Chris laughing.

That's not too alarming, Ethan thought. After all, they are the only two people I know who manage to always find humor in the most mundane things in life.

The second one revealed the pair actually posing for an average, smile filled picture.

Normal reaction to a camera flashing, Ethan thought with relief.

The third one revealed the couple looking at one another.

Wait. Tobias is looking at her like he might be falling for her. And Chris...she...are they going to...

The curtain being jerked back caused Tobias and Chris to jump apart. Ethan stood a touch breathless in the opening. He didn't know why he reacted like this. He only knew some previous, unknown fear was about to manifest itself.

His eyes darted back and forth between the two.

Were they about to kiss?

"Ethan?" Tobias asked. "Is something wrong?"

"I changed my mind." He declared after a few seconds of mad scramble for a reason for bursting in on them. "Let's, um, let's get that team photo you wanted."

"Hold on!" Chris reached out to stop him before he could go find Harper. "You're really willing to do a goofy picture?"

"We can do both." Ethan decided. "One for you two and one that Harper and I wouldn't mind hanging in the office."

Tobias chuckled over that compromise.

"Are you saying the goofy one won't be part of our officer's decor?"

Ethan rolled his eyes. "I have no doubt that someone," he glanced at Chris, "or some people, will find a way to have it hanging in a different spot each day."

"And multiple copies of said picture in case someone throws it away each day." Tobias added.

Chris snorted on her laughter. She had no doubt that Tobias would come up with new and ingenious ways to keep the picture they originally wanted in place.

Her partner in crime smiled at her while waving Ethan out of the booth.

"Go grab Harper. Chris and I will make sure to keep the booth occupied."

Ethan's jaw spasmed at the mere thought of leaving them alone. After what almost occurred, he didn't trust Tobias to make another move on Chris. With the way she was looking at Tobias in that picture, Ethan doubted she'd offer any resistance.

She might even encourage him.

"Why don't you go through the box of props while I find Harper?" He countered, doing his best to avoid his real reason for getting them out of the perfect spot to share an illicit kiss. "I'll let you choose what we're to wear."

Tobias's jaw dropped. He could hardly believe Ethan would give him that much power after all he'd done to him during their college years.

Still, who was he to argue with this unexpected gift?

"Sounds like a plan." Tobias rose off the bench.

He held his hand out to Chris.

"Ready to make this the best picture ever, Valentine?"

Her delighted smile made Ethan feel both relieved and slightly guilty. He tried not to notice that not only did she readily take Tobias's hand, but also kept it there as they exited the booth. He also noticed that it took all of his own willpower to walk away from them to find Harper.

He glanced back at the pair a couple of times as he made his way through the wedding guests. They were eagerly going through the various wigs, clown noses, and oversized glasses. Their laughter drifted over the music and buzz of conversations.

"I see you decided to join me." Harper said once he reached her side. "Want me to order you a drink?"

"No." His eyes remained on the pair. "I actually came to--"

Damn it.

He shouldn't have left them alone.

Chris was trying on a curly green wig. She placed a hand on her hip, sticking it out to one side while placing her other hand behind her head. Playfully fluttering her eyelashes, she said something that Ethan didn't doubt was flirtatious. If he was to go by Tobias moving closer to study her, he knew what she said was working.

Tobias's teasing smirk softened as he leaned down to look directly into her eyes.

Even from where Ethan was, he could see the blush cover her face and neck.

Chris blinked and asked what he was looking at.

Ethan knew what it was. Those gray-green eyes of hers could cause anyone to pause. He'd found himself momentarily tongue-tied a time or two, especially if she wore something green. That color set her eyes off to perfection.

Though it was a cheap, bright green wig, he knew it must have done the trick in capturing Tobias's attention.

"We're going to take a picture." Ethan muttered when Harper tugged on his sleeve to get his attention.

"We are?" She asked in utter disbelief. "But I thought--"

Ethan grasped her arm and pulled her away from the bar.

Wide eyed, Harper was struck speechless over his unusual behavior.

As they approached, they heard the last bit of Tobias's compliment to Chris.

"...not only mesmerizing, but absolutely gorgeous."

Ethan silently cursed. He was forced to watch as the praise of those incredible eyes made Chris shy. A hint of a smile played about her lips as she averted those very eyes from Tobias.

"I um, thank y--"

"Are we doing this or what?" Ethan demanded.

All three stared at him in surprise. His harsh tone was difficult to ignore.

"Are you sure you want to?" Chris asked.

Ethan looked at her. Grimacing over being unable to hide his irritation over seeing her flirt with another man, which was ridiculous since he'd been the one to keep her in the colleague/friend zone, he gave a curt nod. He didn't trust himself to actually answer her and reveal how much he wanted her.

Harper glanced back and forth between him and Chris. Her brow furrowed the longer she studied Ethan. She couldn't recall seeing him so agitated over taking a simple picture.

Chris mentally groaned. She didn't know why Ethan was being more moody than usual. She was tired of never knowing what would set him off. In the past, when she tried to get closer to him, he became irritated. When she stayed away, he became sullen. She wished she knew the appropriate relationship to have with him so she could stop walking on eggshells every single time he was around.

Reaching up, she tugged the wig off her head and did her best to smooth her hair down.

"We'll just take a professional picture." Chris decided. "We won't make you and Harper miserable."

Harper opened her mouth to argue that she didn't mind getting a little silly.

Ethan spoke up before she did.

"Let's get this over with."

Tobias snorted. "No need to sound too excited, Ethan."

Ethan glared at him. He knew he sounded like an ass right now. He didn't need any snarky remarks pointing that fact out. What he wanted, he couldn't have. Wasn't he allowed to be human and regret what he'd done?

With a clenched jaw, Ethan walked into the photo booth and sat down on the bench.

He then noticed the new problem the four of them would have.

There wasn't enough room for everyone to sit down.

"Hmm?" Harper squeezed in beside him while eyeing the lack of space. "I don't think we'll fit.

Chris stepped in next followed closely by Tobias.

"Uh oh." Chris mumbled as she glanced back at Tobias. "Now what's the plan?"

Tobias grinned as he sat down, almost squishing Harper between himself and Ethan. He reached up and pulled Chris into his lap.

"There." He brushed her hair back off her right shoulder and placed his chin upon it. He reached over to hit the start button. "Everyone, smile!"

Ethan couldn't do it. His blood boiled to see Chris sitting in another man's lap. He could do nothing but stare straight ahead.

No, he thought to himself. That isn't it.

It wasn't the fact she was in some random guy's lap. It was the fact that she was being practically cuddled by a man that Ethan felt could steal her away.

For good.

What is my end game here? I've been saying I couldn't be with her because of her career. She's soon going to take the boards and be done with her residency. Was I subconsciously planning to try and finally be with her?

Do I have a right to do that to Chris? Expect her to forget three years of rejection? Fall into my arms? Want me after all that?

Ethan's frown deepened as the camera flashed a third time. He couldn't think of anything he'd done to deserve her forgiveness for constantly telling her they couldn't be together after occasionally succumbing to temptation.

Chris glanced over at Ethan and noticed that he wasn't smiling. She reached past Harper before the final flash to poke his stubbled jaw.

He looked up at her.

Her smile, a ghost of the one she'd given him that long ago night in Miami appeared.

"Show off those famous Ramsey dimples." She ordered.

Unable to stop the smile creeping up at having her attention along with a reminder of how she'd once said his dimples could make a girl melt, he turned back to face the camera.

"One of those is bound to be good." Harper said once it was over. "I already have the perfect frame in mind we can use for it."

Chris eased out of Tobias's arms to see how their pictures turned out. The others followed her, each peering over her shoulders to see which one they looked the best in.

"It took five tries," Tobias teased, "but our fearless leader was finally able to remember how to pose in front of a camera."

Ethan rolled his eyes as he studied the images. He ignored himself and Harper to see how Tobias and Chris looked.

One picture had Tobias turned towards Chris. His lips were pressed to her cheek.

Ethan felt his heart sink to see that Chris had her eyes closed in that particular photo as if relishing the feel of his lips upon her skin.

"That last one is definitely the best." Chris declared, beaming at all of them.

She tore off the fifth one and handed it to Harper to frame once they returned to Boston.

Tobias reached over and plucked the remaining photos out of Chris's grasp.

Winking at her, he tore off the second picture and placed it in the inside pocket of his jacket.

"How about a dance?" He asked, taking Chris's hand once more.

"Love to." She waved goodbye to Ethan and Harper as they walked out towards the dance floor.

"I had no idea they were together." Harper said once they were out of earshot. "Did you?"

Ethan attempted to swallow the bitter lump forming in his throat.

"No. I didn't."

Harper looked up at him, seeing the pain etched in his handsome features.

"Ethan? Are you in lo--"

Her jaw dropped when he walked out on the dance floor to cut in on the beginning of Tobias and Chris's slow dance.

With a friendly smile, Tobias stepped back and let him take his spot.

Ethan placed one hand at the lower part of Chris's back while taking her hand in his other. On the beat, he guided her in a slow box step.

Chris's smile began to dim as she noticed how serious he looked.

"Ethan, what's--"

"Don't." He pleaded. "Please, don't say a word."

He pressed her closer to him, fingers tightening around hers.

"Just let me have this moment." He whispered in her ear. "And then I'll let you go back to Tobias."

Chris's steps faltered for a moment. As if knowing how much it would hurt Ethan if she stopped dancing to question the current mood he was in, she got back into rhythm with him. Lacing her fingers with his, she gently squeezed his hand while resting her cheek against his.

She knows, he thought, that this is the end.

Ethan closed his eyes. He knew if he'd only given in to what they'd once both wanted, this dance would simply be one of many they would have shared. There would have been stolen kisses as their bodies brushed against one another's. He knew Chris, being her affectionate self, would have insisted on remaining in his arms the rest of the night.

And he knew he'd never have let her go.

As the last chords played, their steps stilled.

Ethan swallowed before forcing himself to lift his head away from hers.

Their eyes met. As much as he hoped to see that old flicker of desire in those green depths, he felt a little relieved that there was nothing but a somewhat sad understanding reflected in them. He was for once not the one to push her away from what could be.

She somehow managed to smile at him as she stepped out of his arms.

The small space between seemed to widen with what he knew was inevitable.

"Thank you for the dance." She said softly.

"I should be thanking you." He replied, longing to pull her back for another.

Before he could say anything else, she turned around to search the crowd.

He felt his heart sink into what would be its now permanent state when Tobias appeared to ask her if she'd like to take a walk with him down on the beach.

Chris nodded, her smile once again returning to its former joy, and took his offered hand.

Without looking back, the pair disappeared into the night.

A little while later, Harper joined Ethan at the bar.

Noticing the grim set of his lips, she wondered what would help him in this moment.

"Ethan?"

"Hmm?"

Harper placed her hand over his. "Why didn't you tell Chris?"

Not meeting her concerned gaze, he merely shrugged.

"It's too late for anything like that."

Harper shook her head. "It's never too late."

"This time, you're wrong." He replied. "Whatever Chris once felt for me is nothing compared to what she now feels for Tobias."

She grimaced. "From what he was saying earlier, he has fallen for her pretty hard."

Ethan's eyes widened. "Tobias actually talked to you about it?"

"I asked him about their relationship. He was more than willing to talk about what she means to him. Tobias told me that the more time he spent working with Chris, the more he realized she was the only one for him."

Ethan closed his eyes against that information. Taking a deep breath, he finished off his glass of scotch and got to his feet.

"Then it's just like I said." He turned to leave. "It's too late to tell Chris how I feel."

With that, he made his way back to the hotel.

[what-i-call-men]

Dead Girl Walking part 3

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, squirting, mentions of bad past sexual experience

A/N: it’s finally here ya freaks lol. So many of you were requesting. Pic from : @evanpeters

part 1

part 2

tag list: @hyperharlz @targaryenluv

It had been about a day and Tate hadn’t talked to you at all. You weren’t sure how to feel honestly. You knew you’d have to move on eventually, it just was weird that it happened so suddenly. Usually he’d have blown up your phone immediately after leaving the theater, but instead you received radio silence. That being said you also haven’t heard anything from Austin either. Until today.

‘Rehearse tonight. 6 pm @ rm 125.’

You looked at the text as your professor droned on. You didn’t know how to react after your last interaction with Austin. Honestly after that whole interaction, he told you rehearsal was over and you went back to your dorm.

Weirdly enough Tate also hadn’t talked to you… AT. ALL. Granted you knew he wasn’t your problem anymore, you knew this should be a good thing. But seeing as his texts became a normal thing for years it was off putting. You secretly hoped that this was at least a sign he was moving on. But almost as if he could read your mind, Tate’s contact flashed in your notifications.

‘Dinner tonight. 6 PM <3’

Yeah fucking right… as if you’d miss a chance to talk to Austin to go out with Tate. You typed out your response.

‘Can’t. Rehearsal.’

You pushed through the rest of your classes for the day, eventually going back to your dorm. You gave your roommate a quick hello before heading to your desk. You didn’t share a bunk bed like the freshman dorms, however both of your bedrooms were only detached by a wall with a very small shared desk space with the door. It was as though they just put up a cheap wall in a somewhat large dorm room.

Your best friend appeared at your door shortly after you sat at your desk. “What is wrong with you?” She asked as she came into your room, putting her bag on the floor next to your door. Dropping your head onto your desk, you stayed quiet. She read your general upset vibe essentially through the door.

You mumbled your response into the desk and she didn’t hear you so you picked up your head. “I kissed Austin.” Then the deafening silence. A quiet ‘What?’ From your roommates room. You turned to her doorway where she was now in the doorway. Your best friend's jaw was just dropped but slowly turned into a smile and she let out a small squeal.

“I thought you were with that Tate guy? Who’s Austin?”

“He’s our hot director for the musical. I knew he liked you the second you got cast as Veronica!” Your best friend interrupted your response. “Wait wait! Tell me how it happened!” She shook you by the shoulders then quickly sat on the floor in front of you. Your roommate looked at your friend before shrugging and grabbing her bag of chips off her desk and her chair, now sitting down as well.

You took a deep breath before revealing everything from the car ride to the script heart and then the kiss. “… But then he said rehearsal was over and I came back here. The only other text I got from him was about rehearsal practice.” You said and your friends looked at each other.

“I didn’t get called in to rehearse. And if Tate was he would’ve been here by now. What if he wants to have a special one-on-one rehearsal where you two can make out again.” Your friend raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“There’s no way he’d risk it again. He’s probably just gonna keep things professional and tell you not to talk about it with anyone.” Your roommate interjected. You sighed and looked down at your phone, seeing that you really only had enough time to grab some quick dinner from the dining hall on the way to the theater.

You excused yourself to change quickly as your friends bickered about how tonight would go. I mean… it wouldn’t be the worst thing for you to prepare for the best case scenario. Thinking about that possibility you decided it couldn’t hurt to put on a not so old and gross bra under your shirt.

As you walked your way over to the theater building you thought about what could possibly happen at this rehearsal. To be realistic, Austin was probably going to tell you off and cut things off between the two of you. As you walked into the building with that assumption, you walked towards the theater. The theater was room 200. So he didn’t want to see you in the theater then?

You walked down the stairs and into the basement floors of the building. You kept walking past the music rooms until you got to 125. It was a relatively small room with a couple music stands and a keyboard. It was almost smaller than your dorm room. The only thing that set it apart from the other rooms in the hallway was that this door had no window and had a lock on the door. It used to be a storage room until the school needed more space.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the room. Austin was already sitting at the chair next to the keyboard. He turned to you the second that you walked into the room. He looked completely normal, as if you two didn’t like makeout and essentially hump each other two days ago. As if that took no toll on his thoughts like it had yours.

“Oh hey. Right on time.” He said and handed you a script. “I’ve decided that from now on, your duets with Tate are to be practiced separately until dress rehearsals. I can’t just get rid of him at this point so I guess you’re stuck practicing with me for the time being.”

Somehow, while not what you were expecting, this was a very good scenario. You took the script and put it on the music stand, taking off your jacket and putting it on a stack of chairs against the wall. “We’re going to start with ‘Seventeen’.” He let you warm your voice up for a minute.

While you warmed up he turned the keyboard so he could see you while he played, as opposed to facing the wall like it was. It definitely made the room feel a lot smaller and put him a lot closer to you. As you sang he followed your cues as he followed along with you on the piano. Here somehow treated the whole practice as just a regular standard rehearsal and it was driving you crazy. It was when you finally took a water break that you finally said something.

“You don’t even require me to kiss Tate for the actual show and we actually kissed and you haven’t said a single word to me about it. Austin can you please just say something? I can’t keep acting like that kiss didn’t happen and wasn’t amazing. So please either just tell me off or kiss me again. I don't want to stay wondering.” You said as he was leaning over his bag on the floor, facing away from you. All his movement stopped, you could barely even tell if he was still breathing.

“It was unprofessional and inappropriate.” He stated and his head dropped as he stood up and turned back to you, walking towards you with sheet music in his hand. He placed it on your stand, now less than a foot from you. God considering he was always sitting art the piano or in the theater rows you barely noticed how tall he was when he stood near you. He paused in front of you as you two stared at each other, neither one knowing quite what to say.

You were about to apologize when he leaned forwards and connected your lips again. You were shocked for a moment but slowly wrapped your arms around his neck to just pull him closer. His now empty arms wrapped around you as your lips started to move together. He slowly pulled back for a second before staring at you.

Somehow with newfound confidence, you moved to the door and locked it before turning back to him standing in the room. “Austin I want you to tell me how you really feel. No more of this saying one thing but doing another.” You stated and crossed your arms over your chest. His eyes stared at you for what felt like forever.

“Why don't I just show you how I really feel?” He said and reached out a hand for you to come back to his arms. You took his hand and he wrapped his arms around you before pushing you back towards the wall. Your lips reconnected as his hands traced their way along your sides. His lips burned your own with the fiery heat of his kiss.

“You’re beautiful and you deserve so much in this world. You deserve the world and I want to provide that for you. But I know that others wouldn’t like us being together.” His face was buried in your neck as his fingertips dipped barely inches under your waistband at your hips. “I want you. I crave you. I can’t deny that.” Austin placed another hot kiss against your collarbone and you let out a shaky breath. It was almost as if you were to breathe he’d blow away in the wind.

“Austin… I want you too.” You whispered out and his hands finally dipped further under your waistband to grab at your ass cheeks.

“Please let me show you how much I crave you.” He whispered and you nodded against him. “Say it out loud.” He said and pulled back to look you in the eyes.

“Yes Austin. I want you.” You said softly and he smiled, placing one quick kiss to your lips before sinking to his knees in front of you and looking up at you. He pulled just the waistband down from your leggings and kissed along your hip bones as he looked up at you for permission to go further. “Please… keep going.” You barely whispered out but that was enough for him.

He pulled down your leggings to your knees, leaning forward to plant small kisses to your thighs as he pulled them down the rest of the way. As he pulled one of the legs off, he reached over and pulled the chair over from the keyboard. He sat you down and you leaned forward to kiss him as his fingers traced lines along your legs, reaching in between your thighs to spread them apart.

Tate never treated you like this. He was never this gentle or loving and he definitely never even got this close to eating you out. Yeah it sounds bad but you just wrote it off as a problem with you, or his own forgetfulness. It was a lot easier to write off if he never did it in the first place and you were each other’s first so it’s not like he would’ve had practice. But now Austin was here and touching you and you didn’t know what to expect.

God, you felt like you were on cloud nine with his hands caressing your skin. Yet the true bliss was yet to start. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against your core through your underwear. The movement sent chills through your spine, an involuntary moan sneaking through your lips. He smirked a bit as he used his fingers to move aside your panties, barely letting you realize it before his tongue licked a line up your clit.

Your jaw dropped, and as much as your eyes wanted to close in pleasure he looked way too attractive between your thighs for you to want to look away. His tongue trailed over your fold a couple more times before he pulled at the waist of your underwear again to finally slip them off of you. You tried to pull him up to kiss you again but he paused you. “I’m not done yet.” He said and gently pushed you back against the chair, pulling your legs apart again and pushing them up over his shoulders.

He dove back in, now letting his tongue dip down further between your folds. You could feel him glide through your folds as you let your head fall back in pleasure. He hummed softly as his lips surrounded your clit, his hand finding yours and placing them on his head. He began to suck gently on your clit and you almost felt your wetness rush to the parts that wanted him the most.

His fingers slowly found their way to your hole, tracing them through your wetness slowly as he continued alternating between licking and sucking on your clit. He stared up at you as he slowly pushed a finger into you, curling it up and somehow almost immediately finding that spot in you that made you almost scream. Your breathy moans now turned into more of a whine.

“Want you to tell me how you’re feeling, baby. Tell me what you want.” He said, punctuating his thought with another deep lick through your folds.

“God, Austin, you make me feel so good. I want you to fuck me… please.” The words came out of your mouth, interrupted a couple times with moans as his finger pushed in and out of you, hitting that spot in you over and over.

“Hmm as pretty as you sound asking for me to fuck you I’d rather you finish like this first.” He said and before you could respond all of his movements suddenly got faster. Your eyes literally rolled back. He added another finger inside you, his digits caressing you and his tongue giving you just the perfect pressure on your clit.

Within only seconds of him speeding up you already felt yourself peaking. A quick gasp and everything came crashing. The waves of pleasure singing through your body as you let your head fall back, hand holding onto Austin's head. His movements slowed down and he pulled his mouth off of you. His fingers left you empty as they trailed up to your very sensitive clit, drawing small circles over it.

“Austin…” He used his free hand to wipe his mouth quickly before coming up to kiss you slowly. You slowly came back to reality and reached forwards to grab for his belt buckle. He didn't stop you as you pulled him from his pants, your fingers trailing over his cock. He was incredibly hard, tip red and leaking as you glanced at it.

He was definitely a bit bigger than Tate. It was definitely thicker too, but somehow all you could think when looking at it was how pretty his cock was. You leaned forwards to offer reciprocation but Austin shook his head. “No baby, I wanna make you feel good. Let me take care of you.” He said and you nodded as his lips recaptured yours in a deep passionate kiss. Remnants of your taste were on his lips, his chin still a little wet but you couldn’t care less.

As he sat up a bit you pulled the back of his shirt up and over his head before dropping it on the floor, following suit with your own shirt, leaving you in just your bra. He leaned forwards and kissed you up your stomach as he pushed his pants a bit further down. By the time he got up to your lips his tip was inches from you.

Austin pushed his hips forwards, rubbing his tip up through your folds, collecting your wetness and rubbing against your clit with his tip. You paused your kiss to look at him. He looked down and gently pushed himself in. You moaned as he stretched you open on his cock. God if you thought his fingers were good his cock was perfect. As he pushed himself further in you heard him let out a goan, that itself egging you to let your head roll back.

He paused once he was fully in you, letting the two of you bask in it for a minute before he pulled back a bit and pushed back in. He started thrusting slowly, dropping his head to kiss along your neck and chest. You were still riding the high from your first orgasm, but all that meant was that you were already so close for your second. “You feel like heaven.” He whispered as his speed increased ever so slightly. “I don’t think I can last too long. You’re squeezing me so good baby.” He muttered, his breathy words egging you on.

His fingers moved between the two of you, his thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing in quick small circles. “Please go faster.” You whispered, grabbing his cheeks and pulling his lips against yours. He nodded and his speed increased. You bit onto your lip as he thrust into you, the circles he rubbed on your clit pushing you back closer to the edge.

Very quickly you were back on the edge. His thrusts hit deeply in you, hitting every spot you needed as you neared closer to finishing. “I want you to come all over me baby.” That was all you needed to hear before you felt yourself finish. It felt different than usual, a lot wetter actually. Could you even get this wet? You could barely focus as Austin kept pounding into you, feeling him finish only seconds after you.

After a few seconds of complete silence you opening your now drowsy eyes to look at him. His entire torso was wet… oh. “Oh my god i’m so sorry i didn’t know that i could even-” Austin leaned in and connected your lips again.

“I’m sure no one’s ever tried hard enough to make you feel that good. Am I right?” His dazzling smile was back and you laughed a little and shook your head.

I mean It’s not like Tate would even really care if you finished… Wait. You don’t have to think about him anymore. Right?

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 11 Deflagration

(Spoilers below)

-So continuing from episode before with Scarabella and Kitty noir answering an interview explaning that the heroes needed to step down cause Monarch... okay.

-That reporter is right

-Oh damn Kitty noire can flirt. I still hate that lipstick look. The lighting looks so weird.

-Adrien seems down, I think he misses Plagg. But he also looks like he wants to call Marinette. Hard to say whats going on in his mind

-Tikki misses marinette. Alya thought she messed up with the interview

-But looks like Marinette can visit Tikki at least.

-"Did we miss an episode?" As someone that watches ML that is offensive. We get our episodes out of order dont complain ... lol

-So we actually get to look at Alya's room and girl has a LOT of manga and comics. Respect. BUT WHERE ARE THE PICS OF NINO?! hardly any. I only saw one in the group photo.

-Oh Alya, you missed more than you think

-Marinette checking to ensure alya knows the rules but, Alya assures her that this is not her issue anymore. She can focus on her.

-Meanwhile Plagg telling Zoe she is only lacking in the chees department

-"I live in a hotel with the biggest cheese cellar in paris"

-The moment plagg learned that True happiness CAN exist

-I have a feeling this episode is going to determine if I start Liking Zoe or not

-Catching Chloé in 4K

-Zoe caved quick...

-Plagg coming out with the diss track for Chloé's stank feet

-Plagg only had Zoe for one day and is ready to commit murder

-Plagg killed the dino's because they were sassing him. Amazing

-Plagg is baby

-And now .... WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT?!

-Did they just... THAT HAD TO BE A HALLUCINATION! I SERIOUSLY SAW THAT. GABRIEL SUNG! AND POORLY MIGHT I ADD!

-Also he slid down the staircase and the song stopped when Nathalie is like "The fuck was that you tampon?!"

-Gabriel explained why he is so happy

-Nathalie going back to watching videos of her gay crush

-Roarr calls him out like a good boy

-Gabriel is pulling out all the stops with this power combo

-Oh look the resistance is back

-Can we appreciate that Nino had a great speech with epic music?

-Adrien just turns it off cause he wants to ask about ladybug

-Marinette worried about chat noir

-Adrien is like mentally 'Oh right, I made out with her as chat noir'

-Max and Markov made an alert app on the alliance or smartphone. Smart move

-Kitty section made warning music. Thats fun

-So they have anti-akuma measures. Gotta say, thats kind of cute

-I know he says paintball guns. But I was kind of hopping Alya, Nino, marinette and Adrien would get real guns and cap an akuma

-HE WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME?! Dude! He could have just ended it there! are you stupid MONARCH?!

-Okay I know its not 100% and he needs to confirm its them. But like. He could have just stunned them. Checked them for earrings and rings. Then left.

-Okay Adrien you f***ing dweeb. I love it. He got a little make shift table for two with a bowl of fruit and a rose. BOY GOES HARD. ITS SO CRINGE AND SWEET.

-With supportive friends. They are really middle school

-Adrien my boy, my sweet sunshine. Marinette my lovely little moon beam. WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE AND CRINGE!!!!

-Chloé doesnt know what Generous means, and her alliance doesnt understand . So she tells her sabrina... which tells her alliance. I fucking cant....

-And Chloé is going to do something that will get her akumatized isnt she

-Marinette is trying so hard

-Adrien doesnt get that this girl is trying to grab what she has wanted for 5 seasons

-And there we go, progress was made. Thanks to Chloé interestingly enough

-Adrien is not dealing with her crap, neither is anyone else. Good on them

-And there Zoe is. Because she has had enough of Chloé being mean to her Crush Friend (Look I still believe Zoe is into Marinette.)

-And I forgot monarch was there just watching everything.

-Sole Destroyer? Oh SHE gets to be Sole Crusher now.

-she makes them into shoes that sing!

-Side note, Sole destroyer lOOKS WAY more menacing than the previous one

-OH S*** HE GOT EM! Plagg and ZOE

-HE GOT TIKKI AND ALYA!!!

-Oh no....

-HE PREDICTED PLAGG WOULD TRY AND KILL HIM?!

-so thats what random tikki power looks like when just casting lucky charm

-what did plagg do!?!

-YO!!! PLAGG BROKE HIS MIRACULOUS! THATS F***ING CRAZY. Plagg may be a cat, but he is clearly the GOAT

-Plagg really just said (Screw the rules I am not playing) And knew the lucky charm would be the way of fixing it

-Things are getting created and destroyed like crazy! damn

-Marinette went right back to Ladybug mode

-Comrade mayo

-Wait... does the lucky charm have a time limit if Tikki made it?

-So the miraculous are the tether to the human world. Wait... then how were the kwami around traveling in space before they existed.

-Marinette showed up in her own designed version of it. And I will say it. Aside from the helmet. It slaps

-UGH Monarch bug.... the darker mask is cool and the red eyes... but the spots are such a NO!

-Yoo, that throw should have broke Marinette's back. IT CRACKED CONCRETE!

-NINO FOR THE SAVE

-THE PAINT BALLS! The resistance is actually useful

-WAIT... THEY CAPTURED SOLE DESTROYER?! HOW DID THEY EVEN?! You know what? Respect.

-He deakumatized her.

-COMRADE MAYO FOR THE COUP DE GRACE!!!

-STONE COLD! ADRIEN TAKES THE LADYBUG MIRACULOUS! WE STAN MAYO

-Ladybug fixed everything then before Monarch can be glad the cat ring was back. Marinette snatches the ring... but not the rest cause he had too many rings

-Welp, Monarch failed bad. Covered in paint and now on the back foot.

-Chloé is just there tied up

-So they get their miraculous back cause they realize Monarch doesnt know them so

-Plagg wants to say good bye to kitty noire first before returning to adrien

-Poor zoe, But glad Plagg told her to stand up for herself. Glad some positives were in that

-And some platonic ladynoir at the end

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It was certainly something.

Though wow, Monarch got his ass beat by kids with no powers. Honestly that was funny

7/10

I do kind of wish we had more ladrien. But Everyone had a fun scene. Though minus 2 for that bleaching of the eyes that was monarch dancing

[aplaceinme]

Just sth that I started to write a while back, but never got to finish. I'm posting it in hope that I will find the motivation to continue writing it. But I don't even know if I should lol

(If someone reads this, sorry for the mistakes)

The first thing that Alex does when he wakes up is stretch his arm out, looking for Henry. It's weird for him to wake up without feeling Henry right next to him. Usually, Alex would be hugging him close to his own chest, his hands resting on Henry's stomach, or Henry would be hugging him, hiding his face on Alex's neck. Other times, they would fall asleep face to face, turned on their sides, with their legs intertwined. Sometimes, even if they are not cuddling, one would have an arm, leg, or hand somewhere in the other's body. It's as if even in their sleep, they need to feel the other one close by. 

After moving his arm and hand around the bed without encountering Henry's body, and just feeling empty and somewhat cold sheets, Alex opens his eyes, or eye really, since his left one is completely hidden by the pillow, and confirms that indeed Henry is not in bed. He lifts his head from the pillow and looks around the room, expecting Henry to be by the closet or picking up both of their clothes that were thrown carelessly around after they arrived from a dinner with Jude last night. However, Henry is not in the room, nor does he seem to be in their bathroom. 

Alex flops down on the bed, confused and trying to remember if Henry had told him about an appointment or some meeting that he had to attend. The only thing that he remembers is the meeting about the afternoon tea that Henry and Pez are organizing as a charity event. But, well, that will take place in the afternoon. Alex grabs his phone from the nightstand and checks the time. It's 8 a.m. and the only notifications that he has are a message from Jude telling him that she arrived home well and that she had fun, and then some Instagram comments on the pic that he posted of the three of them last night. Henry must be in the apartment then, he would have texted him or left a note otherwise. 

Just as Alex is gathering the strength to get up and look for his incredibly sexy and gorgeous fiancée, he hears footsteps approaching. Alex looks fixedly at the ajar door and soon enough Henry walks in carrying a tray. 

“Oh, you're already awake. I wanted to surprise you with some breakfast in bed.” 

“I've just woken up,” Alex says, clearing his throat since his voice came out rough. “And you have surprised me, I was definitely not expecting this. What's the occasion?”

Smiling at him, and carefully kneeling in the bed, while moving the tray next to Alex, Henry replies, “No real occasion, just that my afternoon meeting was cancelled, so I'm all free to do whatever. And, since I know that you also have a free day, I thought, what better way than to start the day with some breakfast in bed?”

“That's great. I get to have you all day, then? Mmm…wonder what we could do? Staying all day in bed doesn't sound bad,” Alex says, as he sits up and grabs the tray, careful of not spilling anything. 

He gives a quick look at the food, noting that Henry did a traditional fry-up, but then he looks at him and moves, intending to thank him with a kiss. Noticing his intention, Henry smiles and leans in, eager for a kiss. However, before their lips can touch, Alex stops and his eyes grow wide. 

“What is it, love? Are you ok?” Henry asks, worried and flabbergasted by Alex's reaction. 

“Morning breath,” Alex says, pushing the tray into Henry's lap and then clambering out of the bed, almost falling by getting tangled up in the sheets. 

Alex hears Henry laughing at him while he walks into the bathroom, with the intention of washing his teeth. 

“You are an absolute dork, you know that? My adorable dork,” Henry tells him loudly. 

“And don't you forget it!” Alex says, standing by the bathroom door, with his toothbrush in his hand. “You should be thanking me that I didn't subject you to it.”

“Don't worry, I am very much thankful. I know what your morning breath tastes like, and let me tell you, one time was enough,” Henry tells him, and fake shudders. 

Henry is saved from hearing a reply since Alex has started to brush his teeth, making it impossible for him to talk, so Alex just glares at him and walks up to the sink.

[charincharge]

This is oversharing, and for that I'm sorry, but you seem like the right person to ask for advice. You see, I've found myself faced with a problem I never anticipated: my dog is killing my sex life.

So I recently got my first dog as an adult living on my own (childhood dog still lives with my parents). She is a total cuddle monster, the absolute neediest, and I love her more than life itself. HOWEVER, this has completely backfired on me as I have not had 5 minutes to myself since adopting her. She follows me everywhere; she sleeps in my bed; she whines when I shut the bathroom door. The first (and only) time I kicked her out of my bedroom to have sex was a total DISASTER. I can't even get her to leave me alone long enough for a quick solo sesh. And when I do forcibly separate us, I end up feeling so guilty that I have no choice but to let her back in. Basically, I am a sucker who is incapable of setting boundaries with my dog.

How do you do it? How do you balance dog-time with you-time? I appreciate any advice you have to offer. Thank you! ♥

Hooo boy, do I feel this in my SOUL. I adopted my pup back in 2013, and we’ve been codependent life partners ever since. When I first got her… I couldn’t bear to leave her. She was clearly so traumatized and thought of me as her safe person and would shadow me everywhere (including the toilet and sit outside the shower until I was done).

So, obviously, my sex life was a pretty big problem. She would scratch at the door until we let her back in and then jump onto the bed and settle down like - excuse me, this is MY space, who tf are you, sir? After a while, we worked up to a whole routine that seemed to help. A walk before my beau came over, then a treat and a special sexy time only cozy blanket put into her bed, which we moved from the living room into the bedroom, and she’d fall asleep there and we could do our thing. (I didn’t do this with masturbation, btw, I just resigned myself to get used to her being in the bed while I knocked one out lol).

I was so proud of myself for FINDING THE SOLUTION! Until COVID happened and set her social anxiety back to stage one. I’m not going to lie. It’s been bad. She’s gotten totally used to me being around all the time again. She’s forgotten that I used to go to work and out to dinner and leave her for hours at a time. She even freaks out and waits by the door when I go down to grab the mail. It also doesn’t help that I’ve made her move across the country twice and moved in with a new partner during this weird time of isolation. The bed is HER spot. And she is pissed when I try and kick her out. All the treats and blankets and walks in the world can’t stop her from scratching at the door during sex these days. I wish I could tell you there’s a magical solution, but unfortunately, you just have to try and push through the discomfort of your guilt. Especially if your dog is new, you can create these boundaries as best as you can. I have found that turning on music to drown out the door scratching helps me push through the guilt. And when we’re done, she gets to come back into the bed for group cuddles lol.

I’m sorry I don’t have more of a magical solution for you, but just know that you’re not alone. Sending you and your new pup all the best and I’m here in solidarity! Pic of the offending cock blocker below.

[the-firebird69]

So I think this stupid noise when I'm walking when I'm short fat and Italian and my friend here says I'm gonna make the same stupid noise when I'm like this which I have been recently because I weigh a lot it's hard to move around so I started laughing instead I'm in really awesome shape I sound like I'm not it kinda helps me and I do enjoy what I'm hearing he says your father's AI boy and he's mentally ill and he's gone he left and she heard it and said it's not right but he is out of here but this is me and I'm huge I'm about the 6 foot 9 And my friend is laughing saying I don't think I'll get much bigger than that and they do have something to say about it but still I'm a wrecking machine at this size and he says I'm going to be bane he thinks soon arkham Asylum might be before New York City and it's true and it does look like Peter so people have to watch that but here it goes I can't stand other one of you I knew idiots keep calling him too and you're gonna lose it's not really that hard of a method and he's doing it because you're forcing him to which is gross you need to shut up you really do and I need you out what's disgusting is you don't do anything right it's time for you to go he tastes like fresh rendered cream if the light falls if you wanna face the story of Wahhaka you have to try the habit and that was his friend breaking in from create on PBS and he wanted to know what the dish was and she wanted to cook for him and couldn't do it and he leads a tough life she's kinda hard on him in the head like no life start going out and she started being a **** and started to threaten him and he left and his wife didn't like it could knock her out and use his creatures I guess and try to get her brain out there and OK it's a weird conversation I'm about 500 lbs and I use the bane formula and I become a lot bigger and I can crush that little turd A friend here is like me and yeah I'm getting irradiated and I use it it goes away and he's gonna get big and the stuff is coming on tomorrow morning more so in the afternoon and there'll be one big one and that will last a day I think and they said yeah and then another one will come only probably a day and a half later and he's gonna feel it it feels strange tingly and you felt it before and felt odd and we think medicine got released and you had to flex it's weird it's like you're sick but you're not and transformation. And I wanna hear what the comparison is. But at this size if I workout for a while I can bench press probably 800 pounds and squat a ridiculous amount it's around 2500

Bane and that is one of my identities yes

We have seen him like this and he has been this recently and he doesn't on purpose and he's trying to grab the idiot among other people. And he tries to get here this big and he was the guy with Lori and Lori said ohh my god it's you and was astounded and our son said there are worse people out there mention blockbuster and Tommy F knew about it and we're talking about Triple H and she told them about them and found them tormenting trump and they still are. lol. and dave saved him inadvertantly. and bily hicks is astonished. surprised. and not mean. how, he torments me they kill ppl panted them at armstrong round the school. we ck. What's amazing is it worked and it did save Trump and they like to watch it and the sun is not really doing a purpose it doesn't want to get in trouble for hurting trump but he wants trump to get away from him and Trump doesn't think he has to thinks the stuff's weak and it's not but I guess he's gonna fight the empire so there are a couple things about this pic. One is it's authentic and the second it's his actual size 3rd he is a very big man when he mutates into one. And he's got that funny smile it's one of his friends but really he becomes huge and he wants to know at 6 foot 9 which is what he is our son would look very close to this with a couple differences that make us on look different but not as big and Tommy is relieved a little and now he's not because we let him in on a little information That our son would be a little bit more muscular in three areas One of them would be his entire upper body add an inch at each muscle group roughly especially the traps and that's right he's more like the Hulk but Tommy F is right behind if he were to use spice he would have it and be tremendous and nobody would stop him but he doesn't wanna do it and our son says that's smart it makes you sick and he could bear it but it's illegal yeah And the other is that his legs would be longer and larger by about two inches across and we're not talking about circumfurance its diameter True though he would have to juice up and bulk up so it's 6 foot 9 our son would look like this with longer legs and his legs would not be any bulk here they'd be a little bit and he would be about the same size probably a half inch across or less and that's at 6 foot 9 ok that's very big that's almost 7 foot but what you're looking at is what he would look like for the most part it's because he's not gonna bulk up and he's not going to on purpose he says this is plenty big plenty. So there won't be many differences just his bones will be bigger that's the second thing but if he were to bulk up he would be what we said

Thor Freya

Olympus

[lesbian-dp]

Trick or- Oh, Treat It Is!

Kinktober 2022

Day Thirty-One

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 891

Warnings: Halloween, exhibitionism + voyeurism, caught masturbating, fingering

Request: Nope.

Summary: You just wanted to spend the day with your friend, but you got something much better instead.

A/N: Not me forgetting to write the previous part lol. Don’t worry, you guys should be getting that one soon! But until then, Happy Halloween!

Ko-Fi

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Today was the day.

The spookiest day of the year, the one kids (and kids at heart, alike) waited for all year, for the dressing up, the parties, and best of all, the sweet treats.

The one and only Halloween.

The day was still young, and you were making your way to your friend's apartment, walking by all the homes that held people preparing for the night's activities. Be that trick or treating, parties, or simply binging on Halloween sweets and having a horror movie marathon.

You were one of the latter.

Choosing to spend the night with one of your closest friends, Natasha Romanoff. Handing out piles of sweets and holding the red-head when she became scared of the images upon the screen (no matter how much she would deny it).

You were early, and you knew that. But you were bored and knew that Natasha had nothing else to do the whole day, so you thought you would just hang out and spend the entire day together.

You had a key to her place; Have for years. But still, you knocked three times before entering out of respect for her privacy.

"Hello," you called, entering the apartment, locking the door behind you, finding Natasha nowhere to be seen, "Nat, you in here?"

Getting no reply, you shrugged, assuming that she had just run out to grab something from the store.

Little did you know you were dead wrong.

But you were soon to find out.

It was whimpers.

That is what alerted you to the fact that you weren't alone in the apartment.

The hair on the back of your neck rose, suddenly on high alert and thoughts of Natasha's safety filled your mind.

Thinking that she was hurt or injured, you quickly made your way towards her bedroom, pushing the door open, and revealing something you least expected.

Natasha. Your friend Natasha Romanoff. On her back, legs bent, feet planted upon the mattress, wearing nothing but a black lace bra, with three fingers stuffed deep inside her pussy.

Wet, sloshing sounds filled the room as you stood there frozen, with your jaw hanging open, unable to tear your eyes away from your stunning best friend. You could almost see the way her moans tore through her throat, breasts raising with every panted breath.

You would forever be branded a liar if you said you weren't attracted to the red-head. She was your friend, the closest one you ever had, but could you really be blamed for your attraction when she looked like that?

Not long had passed in your shocked stupor when Natasha rose her head from her soft plush pillows, darkened, lust-filled eyes finding your form immediately. Panic filled you far too quickly for you to see that she wasn't shocked nor violated by your presence at her open door.

"Shit- Natasha, I am so sorry," you rushed to say, turning your head away as you lifted your hands, trying to block her body from view, "I should have called or something. I- I'll just leave and come back later."

"Don't."

Your brows furrowed at her singular, breathy word, uneasily blinking your eyes open but still not looking her way.

"What?"

"Don't leave."

"But... But- Nat, you're-"

"Come closer."

"What?!" You couldn't help but snap your eyes to her, shocked to your very core at her request. Breath getting caught in your throat when you realized that her fingers were still buried deep inside her, still moving, working herself closer to orgasm as she watched you.

"Get a better view."

"Natasha-"

"Don't bullshit me, Y/N," she spoke around a moan, "I know you want this just as much as I do."

There was no reply to that that you could muster up, knowing her words to be the gospel truth. So you did as she wanted. Now at the foot of her bed, you had the perfect view of your masturbating friend.

Her pussy lips spread wide, three sloppy fingers thrusting in and out, curving perfectly into that spot within her, free hand coming to palm at her breast.

"Oh God, Y/N." If you weren't turned on before, you sure as all hell were now. "I can't tell you how long I've been wanting something like this to happen with you."

"Fuck, I feel the same," you husked.

Natasha giggled softly, wetness spilling from her pink cunt, "Oh, I could tell from the way you looked at me."

You were in too much of a trance, focusing on every move between her smooth thighs to reply.

Her thrusts picked up their pace, slamming into herself now, as she threw her head back, withering in place. She had quickly lost the pattern, fingers moving in her with abandon.

"Shit, I'm gonna come. Can I come, Y/N?"

"Oh, fuck yeah."

That was all the permission Natasha needed, back arching as she ground into her own hand, chasing her high. Her orgasm dripped from her, fingers shining with it.

Once she had mostly recovered, she pulled her hand from her core. Wet fingers shone in the quickly setting sun, where her wrist laid upon her thigh that still wracked with random quivers.

Natasha's smirk was mischievous when she spoke her next words, referring to her sticky fingers, "Do you want to come get your treat?"

A happy Halloween it was.

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[natsbaby]

The OF Neighbor [18+]

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: you just moved into your new apartment, which is exciting! Tho you’re not sure what to feel when you look out of the window to see your super hot neighbor taking pics for her only fans

Warnings: sexual themes due to the only fans nature, teasing but doesn’t lead to the dirty

A/N: Surprise! Apparently i have a drafted story all ready for posting so I hope you guys like this one! lol im sorry if this is bad ☠️

🚨🚨PLEASE DONT READ UNLESS YOU’RE 18 AND ABOVE 🚨🚨 thank you! <3

You bring in the last of your boxes, huffing and puffing in exhaustion as you finally close the door behind you. Putting down the box, you stand back up and lean back against the door, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the palm of your hand. After months of negotiations and dying over airline fees for your things, you finally glance around your new apartment, the next step to following your dreams in joining the entertainment industry.

As a fresh graduate, finding apartments was genuine hell so thankfully you found this apartment complex with the help of your friend who lives in the same building as well– just a few doors down your floor. It has everything you need too such as a 5 minute walk to the nearest train station, a lot of stores nearby for food and general supplies for a really decent price too.

The general layout of the building is kind of in a U shape where you can technically see into your neighbors rooms if you get a good enough angle, and that’s why the first thing you’ll do is install your new blinds.

“Okay let’s do this” you say to yourself as you hype yourself up. You go to your boxes, taking out the things you need to get to work.

As you get to work, drilling some new holes to install the curtain rod to, you couldn’t help but stop a few times just to look out of the window and admire your absolutely gorgeous view. You could see the New York skyline from where you’re at considering you’re at the 25th floor. You sigh dreamily as you rest your elbow onto the windowsill, placing your chin to the palm of your hand.

You look to the left to see your neighbor’s dog goofing around at the caged off balcony. You then look to the right to see your other neighbor relaxing on their couch while reading a book. And finally, you look up to see your neighbor posing for pictures in a gorgeous black lace lingerie.

You didn’t notice at first, until a solid 5 seconds later when your brain finally processed what you just saw because you did a double take to see her leaning forward to rest her hands onto the window while looking back at her camera. Your jaw drops before you could even stop yourself.

“Holy shit” you mumble in shock as you feel yourself blush while admiring the beauty of your red head neighbor. As she moves around to find better angles, she finally shows more of her face so you could get a better look and my god is she gorgeous.

Her forest green eyes just piercing through your heart, her dark red lip enhancing her natural makeup look. Her red hair curled to perfection as it frames her face in a way that makes her look deviously innocent. Your eyes trail down to take in her lingerie that just pushes her breasts up together with a deep V. The lingerie itself is almost like a bikini but she’s wearing a sheer robe over it that has feathers at the trimming to make her look more goddess-like.

You feel a drop on your hand, looking down to see a forming puddle of your drool. You quickly grab some tissues to wipe it away from besides you but the moment you look back, she’s gone.

You rub your eyes frantically and look back to see that she’s really not there. You sigh sadly, thinking it was all just a dream as the curtains are drawn back, shielding whatever was inside from the world.

“Damn I think I need a girlfriend if I just keep hallucinating or something” you chuckle to yourself as you get back to work.

“Why would you look at that!” Your best friend, Clint, says as he looks around your place in awe.

It’s been a few days since you first moved in, a few days since you saw your hot ghost-neighbor maybe, and you managed to put everything in place to your liking.

You chuckle at your friend, grabbing 2 bottles of beer from your fridge. “Thanks, I don’t have much stuff yet but it’s enough to get me going as I collect more things as the days pass”

You open the bottles with a bottle opener, walking up to the older man as you hand it to him. He takes it, raising the bottle up slightly.

“To your new found independence” he says, making you smile as you raise your bottle and clicking it against his. “To my new found independence”

You take a sip of your beer as Clint chugs his. Walking up to your window, you open the blinds as you lean forward to rest your arms on the windowsill. Clint follows your actions, sipping his beer as he watches the New York skyline.

“Met any of the neighbors yet?” He asks without looking at you. You shake your head no as you take another sip of yours.

“Haven’t had the chance yet, though I did see the dog over there” you point to the left where the dog of your neighbor playing with its toy once again. “That’s really cute”

Clint chuckles at your observation. “What about the neighbor from there?”

You watch as he points his finger to the upper right where your “ghost-neighbor” is. Your eyes widen a little as you remember her little show.

“Okay okay wait” you start as you stare at her window. “So there really is a red head living there?”

“So you did see her already” Clint says, smirking slightly. “Remember the girl I told you before you came here, the one I plan to introduce you to?”

“Oh the-“ you stop yourself as you finally understand what Clint is trying to say, your mouth forming an ‘O’ as you look at him as if you discovered something epic for the first time.

He laughs at your reaction, grabbing your beer bottle from your hand to place both of your bottles at the side table. “Come, it’s time to meet her”

“Oh my god Clint I-“ before you could do anything, he grabs your wrist and drags you out of your apartment.

“I can’t believe this is happening” you mutter under your breathe as you both walk up to the woman’s apartment door, who Clint just told you that her name is Natasha or Nat for short.

“Come on, you need more friends other than me! Who will you hang out with when I’m not around?” He asks while turning around, walking backwards so he could talk to you while walking.

“A dog or cat I plan to adopt?” You raise your eyebrow at him.

“You need more friends and I’m here to help!” He says cheerfully as he stops.

“Alright, we’re here” he says as he turns to face the door, knocking on it. You both here a faint ‘coming!’ making your heart rate skyrocket.

Sadly in this exact moment, you realized that when you first saw Nat by the window, you were probably staring for a good 10 minutes. Your face falls in complete dread as you realize that you’re not sure if Nat saw you stare or not.

“Oh god Clint this is probably not a good idea” you mumble loud enough for him to hear and hopefully soft enough that she didn’t hear you as you take a step back.

Before Clint could reply, the door opens to reveal a literal goddess. Even though Nat’s just wearing a hoodie and leggings, her lounge outfit just makes you fall madly in love with her. She looks so normal compared to the lingerie you saw her wear a few days prior but this just makes her look drop dead gorgeous.

“Hey Tash!” Clint greets the redhead with a grin. “Sorry to disturb, just wanted to introduce you to a friend I told you about! Nat, this is Y/N. Y/N, meet Natasha or Nat!”

You gulp deeply as your hands start to sweat. “H-hello”

Nat looks at you up and down before meeting your eyes again with a slight smirk on her lips. “Right, the new neighbor. Nice to meet you”

You feel your heart beat against your chest rapidly as you feel like you wanna puke your guts out with the nerves. You realize in that moment that you don’t even know this person yet she makes you feel things that you’ve never felt for anyone specific.

You wave back in response as Clint chuckles at your shy nature. “Sorry about her, she does tend to get shy with meeting new people”

“Oh really?” She asks, intrigued as she crosses her arms over her chest making her breasts press together slightly making your eyes glance at them quickly before looking back at her. Normally, no one would notice but this is Nat so obviously she did. She smirks very slightly, running a hand through her hair. “Well, it’s really nice to meet the infamous Y/N Y/L/N Clint has talked about so many times”

Before Clint could pipe up another joke, his phone rings making him look at it really quickly. His eyes widens slightly as he reads it. “Oh shoot sorry girls, I think I gotta dash. Laura has family problems right now and needs me”

“Don’t worry about it” you say with a smile, internally relieved that you can finally go in one piece. “I had fun anyway and it’s really nice to meet you Nat”

“Awww” Nat cooes slightly with a sad tone, pouting a little. “I can keep you company first while Clint sorts out whatever Laura has. Give her my regards”

“You’re the best Nat” he says with a grin, running off to the elevators. He steps in, waving at the two of you.

“Don’t murder her Nat! I still need her!” He calls out as the door closes making the both of you laugh at him.

“Please, come in”

Holy shit doesn’t even begin to describe what you’ve gotten yourself into.

You’re now sitting at Nat’s probably super expensive because of how soft and how nice it is couch, sipping on the coffee she made from her really expensive looking keurig machine with her equally probably as expensive coffee mugs. You look around to take in her apartment.

Supposedly it’s the same layout as yours since all then rooms are supposedly the same except for the variation of windows and balconies. While you have a rather wide window, Nat has a roof-to-ceiling window. Her black black-out curtains accentuates the black and red theme of the room making you sweat slightly with nerves that you might break something and would take years to pay back.

Her furniture has that formal but homey look that can look right out of a showroom. Her wide screen tv installed onto the wall with a small cubby under it for her electronics and her glass coffee tables with table books. You glance to the wall where there’s a lot of panels making you think that this apartment is probably a smart apartment. Lastly, you glance at small cactus at the center that completely looks out of place with a questionable look.

“That’s from Clint” you jump slightly in shock as Nat chuckles, sitting besides you on the couch. “He said my apartment looked too business-y and said the cactus would liven up the place”

“I-its really cute though” you stutter as you put the mug down on the coffee table.

“You think so?” She asks innocently as she cocks her head to side. You nod in agreement with a shy smile.

“You have really good taste, this place looks amazing compared to mine” you say, admiring the interior. You snap out of it as you feel a hand on your thigh, quickly looking at the red head with wide eyes.

“You know..” she starts as she softly trace random shapes on your thigh. “When Clint told me about his childhood friend moving to the complex, I didn’t expect that it was you”

You gulp deeply as you try to calm your racing heart. “R-r-really?”

She hums in agreement as she traces a little higher. “You’re the one just 3 floors down, right? The one at the B complex?”

Now at this point, this can go 2 ways. Either you’re gonna have the best sex of your life, or you’re about to be called a pervert so you’re really, REALLY, hoping it’s the first.

You feel a chill running down your spine as she traces the lace trimming of your dress as your mind short circuits. You slowly nod, not trusting your voice right now.

She smirks at the effect she has on you, gently dipping her finger under your dress as she slowly leans forward. “I saw you, the day you moved in. Poor little thing was so shocked to see her neighbor by her window, huh?”

You feel the heat rush to your face and down south as you grip tightly on the couch cushions. Your eyes widen even more as her face goes right up to yours, her strong light musk-lavender perfume filling your lust-filled senses.

“Poor baby, drooling all over herself when you saw my breasts press up against the window? I thought it would be a nice touch for you” she cooes in a condescending manner, her supposed pity not matching whats showing in her eyes. Her smirk widens as she sees you gulp again while squeezing your thighs together.

“Don’t worry” she says as she leans forward to your ear. “I don’t mind if its you”

She whispers as she presses her lips on the spot behind your ear making you whimper quietly. She pulls back all together, smiling as if nothing happened even though her eyes say the exact opposite.

“Clint told me that he wouldn’t be back anytime soon and I don’t want to keep you any longer, it’s nice to meet you Y/N”